<?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-287063343025641873</id><updated>2011-10-17T09:51:14.108+08:00</updated><category term='LOL'/><category term='plastik'/><category term='uncylopedia'/><category term='bob ong'/><category term='pilita corales'/><category term='araw ng mga patay'/><category term='ranty ranty rant'/><category term='grapevine fires'/><category term='spongecola'/><category term='meet joe black'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='poet&apos;s heart'/><category term='plengster'/><category term='swine flu. o common'/><category term='scramble'/><category term='summer'/><category term='birthdaym sta.lu'/><category term='new year'/><category term='dating tambayan'/><category term='nonsense'/><category term='selpong'/><category term='superman'/><category term='contest'/><category term='buttons'/><category term='lady gaga'/><category term='math'/><category term='stress'/><category term='random'/><category term='rants'/><category term='college'/><category term='bored'/><category term='eraserheads'/><category term='school'/><category term='coach carter'/><category term='o common'/><category term='nobody'/><category term='life'/><category term='phineas and ferb'/><category term='la pamilya'/><category term='pagnanakaw'/><category term='blah'/><category term='food'/><category term='kaotihan'/><category term='711'/><category term='colors'/><category term='tula'/><category term='talambuhay'/><category term='lab'/><category term='numbers'/><category term='philo1'/><category term='google'/><category term='plengs'/><title type='text'>STEAL MY WORDS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>148</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-6559712891650607297</id><published>2011-04-19T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T17:34:17.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something You Might Find Uninteresting</title><content type='html'>This was my Reaction Paper to Alice Guillermo's Art and Society for my Art Stud 1 class. You guys should take this class if you're from UP. Medyo hassle sa prof ko dahil laging may quiz na pagkahaba haba pero worth it dahil marami talaga akong nalaman 8D. Ito yung unang unang paper na pinagawa sa amin. I guess the kind of people who'll be reading this are those who are really curious and those who just need an essay to copy for his/her paper. Some parts of this essay were taken from Wikipedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Perspective on Art and Society&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;                            The meaning of art has always been vague that there is not really a considered definition for it. But one thing is certain, art and society, for one, must not be divided. Guillermo states that art is a mode of perspective and a process of signification that is also produced in various settings, societies, and periods. Society then plays an important role in so, for artists, as a part of society, depend on the demands of nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           Art, as well as aesthetics, is not universal. Society, in order to fully understand the meaning of an artwork, views art, in whatever form it may be, within its context. The context of art considers a wide range of factors such as the period in history when it was produced, the artists, and the reason for the creation of such piece. These factors shape society’s perspective of the world. With so, art is also considered as a tool for the reflection of society towards reality.&lt;br /&gt;                           Studying art also takes note of national conditions- social, political, and economic conditions. Various social groups in the Philippines from different periods in history have been producing Philippine art for varied reasons; when one has knowledge of these when viewing an artwork, a much deeper understanding comes into mind. There are urban artists that attained their training in fine arts schools influenced by Western styles and techniques. There are also traditional artists such as carvers and weavers that have been creating their products to meet their communities’ needs and rituals. When viewing their artworks one must understand the social setting behind these traditional artists, as well as producers of folk art, that they are most likely victims of prejudice in the country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           Part of art being interconnected with society is how the artist seeks to convey meaning behind his artwork.  With so, further support may be given to such piece to flourish in society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           The Industrial Revolution marks a chief turning point in human history; almost every aspect of day-to-day life was eventually influenced in some way. Machines became the main deal for these were used for their capability to give out huge outputs. This made people, instead of moving on to their function as skilled farmers and craftsmen, were led to work at factories. The industrialization made a great deal of profit to the middle-class owners but a painful burden to workers. As this revolution took hold some artists were at differences with the principles which it adopted. Karl Marx believed that the only changes in this power structure would occur through revolution- alongside other forces were the artistic movements advanced. Neo-classicism, Realism, Romanticism, Impressionism, and other artistic movements were used to encourage individuality, liberty, and emotion. Painters made artworks that featured the people who are set to work for industrialization- peasants, merchants, and workers. This provided a new subject matter to the painters and an awareness to society. This also led to the rise of the art market and of the bourgeois system. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           The bourgeois or capitalists, as defined by Marxists, are a social class that owns the means of production in a capitalist society. They are marked by a concern of material interests and respectability. With this, not only was art alienated, it also passed into commerce. Everything was used for exchange and brought to the market to be evaluated at its truest worth. The “art for money’s sake” or “art for man’s sake” rose as art was no longer a tool for revolutionary change but, simply put, a decorative product catering to market values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            European artists believed that art lost its force as a meaningful expression because of the bourgeois system that is why by the 19th century, Theophile Gautier came up with the phrase "L'art pour l'art" ("art for art's sake”) to preserve the purity of art. The art for art’s sake theory states that art can never be used for any moral or utilitarian function. Art is believed to be “complete in itself” and that any form of so that is or will be used for any reason is not art. Gautier argued that art does not serve any moral or didactic purpose, nor does it need justification because art in itself is already justified. With so, art and society became divided. The force for revolutionary change is taken off with this theory. Art was no longer used for its previous purposes, rather it stood alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           This theory, of course, was given tremendous amounts of criticism. Throughout the debates, there comes the statement that the greatest moments of art were attained with the fusion of high artistic form and human liberative meaning. H. Benac stated that the artist is responsible for whatever work he creates, just as how all men are. Besides being a tool for social awareness, art is also known as a form of knowledge that branches out to other disciplines. With so, a lot of artists claimed that art is not just art in itself; it is rather something that plays a very important role in society, may it be a tool for revolutionary change, or simply an instrument for a reflection on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           As a reaction to Alice Guillermo’s “Art and Society”, I found it pleasing to learn how society’s view of art changed throughout the years. One thing I can never disagree with is Mao Tse-Tsung’s statement regarding how art reflects life. I do not believe that art is always for art’s sake or in itself. I think an artist cannot just create an artwork without having a reason for doing so. Not that I am saying that the art for art’s sake theory is completely selfish, but I still think that an artwork can be “pure” even if it is used in any way for a cause. Paintings made a great deal of change for society through the years and to say that these artworks are not worthy of being “pure art”, in my opinion, would be totally wrong.&lt;br /&gt;                           I have nothing against political and ideological art. Art is encouraged to certainly become the great pool of concepts from which ideologies and their particular propaganda will extract and recreate new facades. Artists can create a work of art even if it serves as a tool for propaganda, but not to the extent that it no longer applies to what values the society looks up to. Revolutionary art has been a great part of our history, whether it was against imperialism, communism, or something else, I think it’s a great step for society in aiming its goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          Aesthetics, in my thoughts, is too limited. Yes, the essence of art can also be based on the formal unity of an artwork, concerning such features as structure, balance, harmony, and truthfulness but besides these I can say that the meaning and function of the artwork should be taken into account too. Yes, the beauty of a painting may consist in the relations of color, line, and form or in sculpture, beauty consists in may also consist in the rhythms and symmetries of line and plane but I think what shows the beauty of an artwork even more is the expression it creates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          What is art to me then? I believe art is anything that has been applied with creativity and meaning. I love seeing artworks that, besides being wonderfully crafted, are also given emotions with every detail that I can grasp to understand more of our world. Besides being something I may relate to in any way, I believe an artwork should also take us, in some way, out of reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-6559712891650607297?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/6559712891650607297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=6559712891650607297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/6559712891650607297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/6559712891650607297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2011/04/something-you-might-find-uninteresting.html' title='Something You Might Find Uninteresting'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-6287671972555133474</id><published>2011-04-08T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T23:19:43.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shirts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt;I really wanted to set up my online shirt shop so today I had to buy plain shirts! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--WsKyD--Zhc/TZ8jseojWpI/AAAAAAAAArc/07xSmRSH67I/s1600/blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--WsKyD--Zhc/TZ8jseojWpI/AAAAAAAAArc/07xSmRSH67I/s320/blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-60Ev2-HxpQI/TZ8l_NJW7JI/AAAAAAAAArk/DfDc0hC_nWU/s1600/blog2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-60Ev2-HxpQI/TZ8l_NJW7JI/AAAAAAAAArk/DfDc0hC_nWU/s320/blog2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bough 24 white shirts with two different sizes and 12 black shirts. The black ones seem thicker when you feel the cloth. okay what the hell am i saying. O.O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I already have How I Met Your Mother, Tumblr, and Mustache designs  haha so I'll try cutting out stencils for these (but before I do everything here I must finish our yearbook layout first gahh what the hell) I'm just a bit confused about the prices I'd set for my shirts and I still haven't thought of a good shirt shop name. Errr, suggestions? :D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-6287671972555133474?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/6287671972555133474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=6287671972555133474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/6287671972555133474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/6287671972555133474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2011/04/shirts.html' title='Shirts!'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--WsKyD--Zhc/TZ8jseojWpI/AAAAAAAAArc/07xSmRSH67I/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-8774343258682960266</id><published>2011-04-08T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T21:37:36.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I won a giveaway! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt;When I got home from the mall this day I was so surprised to see this box on my desk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uWswLTQyR6w/TZ8MXE7Fm_I/AAAAAAAAArM/2v9oLsFWaVw/s1600/DSC01342.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uWswLTQyR6w/TZ8MXE7Fm_I/AAAAAAAAArM/2v9oLsFWaVw/s320/DSC01342.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I smudged my address okay :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like "o my god this is so awesome" haha because I won a giveaway from &lt;a href="http://www.madysonsmarshmallows.com"&gt;Madyson's Marshmallows &lt;/a&gt; via &lt;a href="http://etsyfix.blogspot.com/"&gt;a little etsy love&lt;/a&gt; (and it was my first time to join a giveaway) and as a prize, I got these awesome gourmet marshmallow pops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7EeTVF_PuP4/TZ8NChkHsII/AAAAAAAAArU/xsf8zQl7pSE/s1600/DSC01350.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7EeTVF_PuP4/TZ8NChkHsII/AAAAAAAAArU/xsf8zQl7pSE/s320/DSC01350.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(There were 12 gourmet marshmallow pops)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually took a month for the package to arrive here in the Philippines but the wait was worth it because the moment we tasted these marshmallows we were in heaven. The marshmallows were just so sweet and so fluffy, I just cannot stop eating but I'm saving the rest of the marshmallows for my friends (if I can stop the urge to eat those sweets lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z0aVQuQaSI/TVGDWaIG0VI/AAAAAAAAGCo/u-m9ulc7mys/s1600/il_570xN.207566200.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys should visit Madyson's Marshmallows' &lt;a href="http://www.madysonsmarshmallows.com"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/madysonsmarshmallows?sk=info#!/madysonsmarshmallows?sk=wall"&gt;facebook page&lt;/a&gt; (don't forget to "Like"!) or their &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/madysonsmarshmallows"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt; and see a lot more of their yummy marshmallows :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much  Madyson's Marshmallows and a little etsy love !&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-8774343258682960266?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/8774343258682960266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=8774343258682960266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/8774343258682960266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/8774343258682960266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-won-giveaway-d.html' title='I won a giveaway! :D'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uWswLTQyR6w/TZ8MXE7Fm_I/AAAAAAAAArM/2v9oLsFWaVw/s72-c/DSC01342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-9119313372767611894</id><published>2011-03-16T21:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T23:53:49.393+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranty ranty rant'/><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>Summer's almost here. Does anyone here know some worthwhile workshop/lessons I could attend to this month? I really want to make myself busy this summer so I can avoid the unproductive sleep-at-3am-wake-up-at-2pm habit I had years ago. I'm going to take summer classes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am applying for 3 courses for shifting. Gehd am I just really this pathetic lol . I am not sure what my course would be the next semester. I just want to get out of my course, my brother will be taking the UPCAT this year anyway, and he's gonna take up Biology! hooray you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides summer classes, I'm also planning to set up an online shop wherein i'll be selling shirts (himym shirts,glee shirts. stuff you won't usually see here, or maybe not). Transactions will be via meet ups and later on, i'll try shipping. Is this a good idea? haha okay nobody cares about my plans anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, my goal this summer is to finish our yearbook-the layout, backgrounds, everything. almost none of the members know how to use photoshop. I am hopeless. Thank god there are still those who, at least, are coming with me to the meetings and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I think I should change my blog url and title. Steal my Words seems kinda negative. and the myheartsandstars url seems kinda lame. But changing my url would be such a hassle. BLAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-9119313372767611894?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/9119313372767611894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=9119313372767611894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/9119313372767611894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/9119313372767611894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2011/03/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-5144028355145934059</id><published>2011-01-17T16:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T16:44:48.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a bit scared right now. I think my parents saw my blog or something and I am afraid that they might read some of my posts(the ones where i ranted to much) What should I do? Should I just shut this down ? or should I set this in private ? Gehd. I'm getting paranoid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-5144028355145934059?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/5144028355145934059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=5144028355145934059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/5144028355145934059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/5144028355145934059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-bit-scared-right-now-i-think-my.html' title='I&apos;m a bit scared right now. I think my parents saw my blog or something and I am afraid that they might read some of my posts(the ones where i ranted to much) What should I do? Should I just shut this down ? or should I set this in private ? Gehd. I&apos;m getting paranoid.'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-7772894621269780340</id><published>2010-12-31T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T02:56:30.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR ! :)</title><content type='html'>Hi Guys, I know I haven't been really interesting lately and I don't really post that much, but I'd like to thank you guys for still following me(or, you did not have the time to go through my blog and unfollow me lol) or if ever there are people who still read the stuff I vomit at every post, thank you and happy new year ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since everyone's doing it, here are the stuff I am hoping I could get to in 2011:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have the time to play our guitar and piano&lt;br /&gt;2. Blog&lt;br /&gt;3. Learn how to bake&lt;br /&gt;4. Finish watching How I Met Your Mother ( you guys should totally see it if you haven't)&lt;br /&gt;5. Read books ( I am not really into reading but I am forcing myself to be into it.)&lt;br /&gt;6. Draw again (my sketch pad is still empty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well of course I may or may not accomplish these, but I am just hoping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's my only new year's resolution that I know I may not really do eventually, maybe after 1 or 2 months:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. I will no longer curse / Hindi na ako magmumura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's the only thing I could at least prevent myself from doing so. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I'm still here and I hope you guys have a very happy new year and that no one gets injured by firecrackers and stuff. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's something I took last december 17 at UPD , hope you like fireworks , well, who doesn't ? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="224" &gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/1267822153015" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/1267822153015" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="224"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-7772894621269780340?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/7772894621269780340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=7772894621269780340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/7772894621269780340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/7772894621269780340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR ! :)'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-3701145212460266111</id><published>2010-11-21T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T00:00:58.515+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>May Hobby Ka Pa Ba ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lc6u4goyPA1qcm5qbo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lc6u4goyPA1qcm5qbo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang nanonood kami ng tv, umakyat sa 2nd floor ang kapatid ko( yesss may 2nd and 3rd floor na kami, at ang taas na ng bahay namin, yung sahig ng 1st flr, kasingtaas nung inabot ng baha, kaya kung magkakabaha ulit na sobrang taas siguro hanggang tuhod na lang :D lol pinagmalaki pa e haha )&lt;br /&gt;tapos tumugtog ulit siya nung piano. Araw araw tumutugtog siya, nagpapraktis, gusto daw nya gumaling sa pagpapiano. Tapos eto kami sa baba, nanonood pa rin ng tv, bigla akong tinanong ng nanay ko: &lt;i&gt;"May hobby ka pa ba ? Ano na bang hobby mo?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napaisip ako, &lt;b&gt;ano nga bang hobby ko?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung bata nga ako, mahilig ako magdrawing, magpainting, magsulat ng mga poem at story, magscrapbook, magvolleyball mag isa(pero kalaro ko yung pader), magbike, mangolekta ng kung anu ano, makipaglaro sa mga kapitbahay, at kung anu ano pa. Pero oo nga, ano na nga ba talagang hobby ko ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung dumating ako ng highschool, ginagawa ko pa rin yung mga nasa taas (except sa pakikipaglaro sa mga kapitbahay), nadagdagan pa ng pagfFriendster, pagtetelebabad at paggala (&lt;b&gt;pero sa tingin ko hindi talaga considered as a hobby yang mga yan&lt;/b&gt;) at natuto ako maggitara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung college na ako, ano na nga ba ? Wala. Oo nga no ? Wala na. Kaya matapos mag isip ng matagal sabi ko na lang:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wala"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos dinugtungan ko,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Kasi madami siyang(kapatid ko) oras."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo nga, hs pa lang siya at wala naman siya masyadong ginagawa. Eto ako, nasa kolehiyong demanding at hindi ka pwedeng maging tanga, gabundok na readings (photocopy ng iba't ibang libro para sa isang lesson), at mga lesson na kelangang intindihin. Hanggang ngayon d ko pa nababasa yung mga lesson noong last week. Pero sa totoo lang, medyo madami pa din naman ang oras ko, eto nga nakakapagbabad ako sa laptop para sa mga bagay na walang saysay e. &lt;i&gt;Pero iba talaga pag hooked ka na, kahit alam mong nasasayang oras mo, go ka pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iba naman ang sitwasyon ng nanay ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Ako nga rin e, wala nang hobby, 'di ko na natuloy yung pangarap kong gumawa ng mga scrapbook design" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bumili kasi ng sandamakmak na colored papers noon ang nanay ko, sabi niya gagawa daw siya ng mga scrapbook design (pamaypay, envelope, yung mga usual na nakikita mong embossed design sa scrapbook, mahal kasi yung mga yun, at in fairness, magaling gumawa nanay ko), at dati rin may scrapbook nga ako at yung mga prajek ko madami akong abubot na nilalagay, kaso binaha na kami't lahat lahat wala pa rin siyang nailagay sa album nya ng scrapbook designs. Sayang nga lang yung sandamakmak na colored paper. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Tapos 'di na rin ako nakapanahi ng mga kurtina, etc etc"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hilig ng nanay ko manahi, lola ko kasi hanapbuhay nya ang pananahi. Naalala ko, yung mga barbie dolls ko, pag sawa na ako sa damit nila , mananahi ng mini dresses yung nanay ko mula sa kung anu anong retaso. Yung dati naming sofa, tinahi din nya yung cover. Kaso binaha nga kami, yung makina nangalawang at nasira, binenta na lang ata sa junk shop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wala na nga kasi akong time e."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Arkitekto nanay ko, alam niyo naman na puyatan ang trabaho dun, at minsan lang magkafree time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang hirap pala no. May kapalit din yung magandang paaralan o kahit yung magandang trabaho. &lt;b&gt;Minsan naiiwanan mo na yung mga bagay na gustong gusto mong gawin. Kailangan mong isakripisyo yung mga hobby mo para sa "magandang future" na hindi mo na man sigurado kung magiging maganda nga.&lt;/b&gt; Sabagay, mas gugustuhin ko namang maging doktor na busy sa trabaho (pero may kinikita namang maganda), kaysa maging tambay na drawing ng drawing, scrapbook ng scrapbook, sulat ng sulat ng kung anu ano na hindi naman papansinin ng iba kasi pag wala kang magandang titulo o pinag-aralan, kadalasan wala ka namang ibabatbat, at mamaliitin ka lang. Ewan ko lang a, yun lang pansin ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko alam kung tama ba tong ginagawa ko, uunahin ko na lang tong readings at reviewers kesa sa mga bagay na gusto kong gawin. (Alam niyo ba pangarap kong matutong magbake ng cake, cookies, at cupcakes tralalalala) Pero wala naman kasi talagang masyadong time e. Madami pa kong obligasyon, kailangan ko pang pumasa sa Math 53 ko ngayon, (alam niyo ba 3 lang ako sa Math17 ko, pinaghirapan ko yan, hahaha, 'di naman kasi ako magaling sa math. Nung high school medyo madali lang ang math para sakin kasi mabagal ang pacing ng turo, e ngayon compressed na ata, at wala akong masyadong background sa ibang lessons kasi hindi naman advanced ang high school ko. Saka sabi naman talaga ng marami mahirap ang math sa UP e. lol daming paliwanag no, basta math makes me feel stupid pwaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailan ko pa kaya magagawa yung mga totoong "hobby" ko noon kung lagi ko na lang papangunahan ng pagiinternet yon, no ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ikaw, may hobby ka pa ba ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-3701145212460266111?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/3701145212460266111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=3701145212460266111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/3701145212460266111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/3701145212460266111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2010/11/may-hobby-ka-pa-ba.html' title='May Hobby Ka Pa Ba ?'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-6388315111221681138</id><published>2010-11-01T02:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T01:53:11.605+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Walang sense po.</title><content type='html'>&lt;Center&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9uifxI0yF1qctzjyo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Ako si Celine. 17 na po ako nung 10.10.10 (odiba ganda ng 17th birthday ko :P). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahilig po ako magdrawing noon, huli kong hinawakan ang lapis kong pangdrawing nung summer ng 2010- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pagkatapos kong grumadweyt ng hayskul&lt;/span&gt;. Ang huling drawing ko talaga (as in drawing na matino) ay 'yung entry ko sa Philippine Dental Assoc. poster making contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahilig ako maggitara noon, kaso &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tumigil ako&lt;/span&gt; kasi sabi ko "busy na ako" at nakakatamad na. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parati akong gumagawa ng mga tula at maiikling storya noon, ang huling &lt;br /&gt;tulang naisulat ko ay noong &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;1st year high school&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24/7 kami nagpapatintero ng mga kaibigan ko sa kalsada, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nung elementary ako&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Mayroon din akong scrapbook na pinagbubuhusan ko ng oras tuwing bakasyon,&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; tinapon ko na ito&lt;/span&gt; at d na gumawa ng bago matapos ng bagyong Ondoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag may okasyon (bday,pasko,etc), asahan mo may card ako na kung anu ano ang nakalagay, kada taon may bago akong "gimmick" sa paggawa design (minsan pa-puzzle, minsan baligtad lahat, minsan kailangan madilim ang kapaligiran, minsan dapat ka munang ngumiti bago buksan ang envelope), compiled yun sa isang envelope (mula noong natuto akong magdrawing) kaso binaha din. So naagos na siguro sa ilog o kung saan. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Di na ulit ako gumawa&lt;/span&gt;. Bumibili na lang ako ng cake pag may okasyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayroon din akong sketch pad na araw araw kong pinupuno ng drawing ang bawat page, noong elementary din ako, pagkatapos ng bagyo, nakabili naman ako ng bago,&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; blangko na nga lang ang mga pahina hanggang ngayon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo, napaka"lame" at corny ko noon kasi masipag talaga ako, gusto lagi nasa honors,&lt;br /&gt; lagi kasama sa ganitong club, ganito ganyan, kailangan president sa ganito ganyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon ang pinagkakaabalahan ko ay &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Facebook, YM, at Tumblr&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Araw araw (pag walang pasok),&lt;br /&gt;gigising ako ng tanghali, kakain ng tanghalian, maliligo, at magbababad na sa laptop&lt;br /&gt;hanggang madaling araw. Kapag may pasok, syempre papasok ako, dadaldal sa kung sinu sino, lamon dito lamon doon, tawa lang diyan&lt;br /&gt;ng tawa, yaya ng yaya ng gala, tambay o kung ano pa. Gusto lahat "enjoy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naisip ko lang, mas &lt;font color="red"&gt;m&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;a&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;k&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="green"&gt;u&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="orange"&gt;l&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="violet"&gt;a&lt;/font&gt;y pala ang buhay ko noon kaysa ngayon, hindi naman sa wala talagang kwenta buhay ko ngayon-&lt;br /&gt;maayos naman ang lahat kasi lab na lab ako ng mga kaibigan ko, ni ano, ng pamilya ko, maganda ang napasukan kong university, may bago na kaming bahay, kumpleto&lt;br /&gt;naman ang gamit.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi naman ako sumuko dahil lang sa bahang lumamon sa bahay, duh. Part of growing up ba ? hehe.&lt;br /&gt; Siguro tinamad na lang talaga ako. Kaya eto ngayon,&lt;br /&gt;nagbblog ako, kasi ayoko pang matulog. Pero anong konek diba ? Wala lang, naisip ko lang, ba't kaya ako nagkaganito ? O.o Parang gusto ko sabihin sa 17-year-old-self (if ever kelangan nga ng - ng mga salitang yan) ko "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oh anong nangyari sayo ? Ang ayos mo naman dati a &lt;/span&gt;?". Diba ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan naiinis na talaga ako at gusto ko sumigaw ng "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hasty Generalization!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" (natutunan ko sa Philo1) kapag&lt;br /&gt;sinasabi ng mga nakatatanda na "Yang mga kabataan ngayon puro na lang ganito ganyan","Kabataan talaga ngayon puro walang kapararakan&lt;br /&gt;ang ginagawa", "Lahat na lang ng teenager ngayon na nagboboypren nabubuntis agad!", "Mga kabataan ngayon wala nang&lt;br /&gt;alam kundi magcomputer", o kahit sa misa favorite topic ang kabataan , "Ang mga kabataan nga natin ay wala nang respeto sa mga&lt;br /&gt;nakatatanda, hilig nila'y puro mga materyal na bagay, mga di na marunong sumunod yang mga yan, etc etc".&lt;br /&gt;Hindi naman lahat diba ? Pero sa tingin ko, tama naman sila sa ilan sa mga sinabi nila. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Di kolang talaga matanggap minsan.&lt;/span&gt; Syempre masakit din sakin kasi isipin mo may bisita kayo tapos nagkkwentuhan silang matatanda tungkol sa mga kapalpakan ng mga kabataan ngayon, tapos nandun lang ako, nakikinig, na parang gusto ko sabihin "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Excuse me po, andito po kasi ako e, gusto niyo na po ba akong umalis muna bago kayo tumuloy sa pag-uusap tungkol sa kabataan?&lt;/span&gt;" lol. Pero minsan gusto ko lang kumontra na, "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Uy teka, nag-aaral naman ako a, hindi niyo ba alam na nagsisikap ako kasi gusto ko pag nagkatrabaho na ako, magpapahinga na lang kayo at mag-eenjoy, kasi may concern ako sa mga magulang ko. Hindi naman ako nag-aaral para may pangparty o pangyosi o pang inom o pangdrugs ako pag nagkatrabaho na ako e. &lt;/span&gt;" Wala lang, minsan ang hirap lang din sabihin kung ano talaga nararamdaman mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pede ko bang sabihin na kasalanan din nila 'yun ? Kasi nag-imbento 'yung mga kabatch (kaedad) nila ng mga nakakaaliw na gadgets, o marami sa &lt;br /&gt;mga kabatch nila ay nagexpose ng mga palabas na magiging masamang impluwensya (Refer to How to Make Kids Killers .lol.), kasi naghire sila&lt;br /&gt;ng mga katulong kaya d na nasubaybayan ng maayos ang paglaki, kasi wala silang panahon sa mga anak nila, kasi bagsak na nga ang ekonomiya&lt;br /&gt;ng bansa, kasi mahal na ang mga bilihin, kasi mahirap na ang buhay, kasi ganito ganyan. Parang hindi rin pede yun. Edi nagsisihan&lt;br /&gt;lang tayo, no ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, ang balak ko lang sana ay baguhin ang malandi kong "About Me" dito sa blogger, at ayun, natype ko na&lt;br /&gt;nga yung mga unang parte ng post na to, kaso ang haba talaga ng mga pinaglalagay ko at ang drama, naisip kong gawin ko na lang post&lt;br /&gt;kahit walang sense, oo wala naman talagang sense lahat ng post ko sa blog na ito (sige tignan mo pa mula sa una), kaya siguro&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;STEAL MY WORDS&lt;/span&gt;" kasi nga "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sige, steal my words, wala namang sense e&lt;/span&gt;." Ohhh so ayan na pala ang meaning behind my blog's title. Ngayon ko lang naisip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;Ang galing&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude, eto na ang bago kong "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;About me&lt;/span&gt;" dito sa Blogger:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celine. Filipino. 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ Pede na ? :D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-6388315111221681138?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/6388315111221681138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=6388315111221681138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/6388315111221681138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/6388315111221681138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2010/11/walang-sense-po.html' title='Walang sense po.'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-6411977349303168198</id><published>2010-11-01T01:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T23:59:03.635+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Ugh.</title><content type='html'>I am freaking depressed right now.&lt;br /&gt;I need a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1.75 GWA&lt;/span&gt; so I can shift to BS Architecture. ( I don't get it, why is it that students from other universities only need a gwa of 2.00 to shift to archi while students from other colleges within UP Diliman need 1.75 ? T_____T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self:&lt;br /&gt;If I do not get an average of 1 or 1.25 for the 2nd sem, I might as well wave good bye to my dreams. lol. Sorry for over reacting, I'm just so &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;depressed&lt;/span&gt;. My 1st semester grades are extremely pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l37qlq9MIt1qayaivo1_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I cannot shift to Architecture next year, I might have to just stick with Biology and Medicine. Gah. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt;. My parents will never allow me to transfer to other schools just so I can study Architecture. So there, the only thing left for me is to hope that there really are miracles. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lakovx6qFN1qaweqho1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Me, saying good bye to my dreams of becoming an architect.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's really reallyyyy making me feel more depressed is that if only I had Architecture as my first choice then I wouldn't have to stress my self with shifting and all. I had Biology as my first choice 'cause I thought the fact that I'm going to take up medicine will please my parents, my relatives, and I guess just everyone else that never in years thought that being a doctor would be one of my goals in life. Besides so, I was in denial of the stuff i can do and I kept on saying that I am tired of drawing because I have been doing it my whole life. I was like "Drawing isn't the only thing I can do, I need to challenge myself"(and f*cking get a course that has a lot of math and science and everything else that I am not into). Ever since I was a kid, when people ask me what I wanted to be when I grow up I always say "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I want to be an architect&lt;/span&gt;". Every year, whenever everyone in class introduces himself/herself, I would always say "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hi I'm Celine, you can call me Celine, or Chong, I'm blahblahblahblah, and I would like to be an architect"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for having to change my mind at the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I got accepted to Bio I was like "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I got Bioooooo.&lt;/span&gt; :(" to my parents and they were like "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yay!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;" From then on, my dad would always brag about me taking up PreMed to our relatives then they would all say "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tamang tama, pag ako may sakit sa'yo na 'ko lalapit a, para libre check up, hehe.&lt;/span&gt;" O god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My younger brother was affected too, when we were kids, he was the one who would say &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I want to be a doctor" &lt;/span&gt; when he introduces himself. And now, my dad tells him that he should just take engineering or &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;architecture&lt;/span&gt; because I'm already taking up premed and it would be really hard if they had both children with courses that are too expensive.. And he would tell me "But I want to take up medicine". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's my fault. If I could have just stuck to what I can do and what I really wanted in the first place. I know that I've been ranting about this for quite some time and there are  people who have problems that are much more grave than mine, but I really need some help with decision making and stuff. Gah. I already know that "I should just shut up and be grateful because there are a lot of kids out there who do not have the money to study in school". Yes, I am really happy that my parents are providing me with the things I need, and yes, I feel ashamed that if I shift courses I have just wasted the money they spent on my first year in college and stuff like that and that I've just wasted a year. What is my point then ? I am just confused and depressed. HAHA DAMN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this sem break I have been working on with a lot of things:&lt;br /&gt;+ Fixing my things . lol We've moved.&lt;br /&gt;+ Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;+ Our Year book, yes, our year book, I don't really know why we had the year book committee in the first place. I guess it's because we didn't wANt the same old  stuff in our year book and that we didn't want the cover to be the same as the one in our hand book ( we call the previous yb's "enlarged hand books"). I am thankful that most of the members of the yb committee are giving out their effort and time to help me (though they really should haha.) so thanks guys :D and sorry for being a little demanding at times. I hope you don't see me as a bossy leader. I'm trying my hardest to say thank you every time you reply and "sorry" every time I give you something to do so.&lt;br /&gt;+Movies. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, &lt;a href="http://stealmywords.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt;. I've been having a lot of fun there too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long, blogger, I'll be back when I need you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, blogger, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I just used you.&lt;/span&gt; lol jk. I still love Blogger.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2e6zipbE11qbwpdbo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-6411977349303168198?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/6411977349303168198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=6411977349303168198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/6411977349303168198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/6411977349303168198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2010/11/ugh.html' title='Ugh.'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-880504490090773914</id><published>2010-09-20T18:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T01:53:47.399+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scramble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Hallo there, Iskrambol</title><content type='html'>This is my Eng 10 paper. wala lang! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iskrambol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Philippines is well known for its variety of sweets and desserts that can be seen anytime and anywhere. In vacation spots such as Laguna, Tagaytay, and Baguio, tourists would not leave the place without buying a box or two of buko pie that has never failed to make one crave for more. Laguna is also famous for its espasol; Cebu for its otap and dried mangoes; Rizal for its Filipino rice cakes usually topped with latik; every region has its own sweet specialty. During fiestas, stands of kalamay, puto, yema, pichi-pichi, sapin-sapin, and other treats would flood the streets. There would not be a minute that one won’t see food. Noche Buena wouldn’t be complete without Fruit salad, ube, leche flan, bibingka, or puto bumbong. Along the streets, I believe one shouldn’t have missed the banana cue, ice candy, mais con yelo, and the very famous dirty ice cream served in wafer cones, sugar cones, plastic cups, and even in monay buns. And who could not have tasted the halo-halo? The list of mouth watering sweets goes on.  Filipinos just can’t get enough of sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kzmkmmLWJD1qzenpxo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the treats that Filipinos love is the ice scramble or more popularly known as “iskrambol”. This sweetened ice-based snack, flavored with a combination of artificial flavorings and usually topped with milk powder and chocolate syrup, originated in Iloilo way back in the 80’s. Way back in Iloilo, it is spelled as “ice crumble,” but pronounced as ice scramble. But as ice crumble became known in different parts of the country, more people would label it as scramble. Scramble preparation is very simple; traditionally, the only equipment needed is a giant egg beater and a tin pail. One would just have to mix crushed ice with syrup made of sugar, evaporated milk, and pink food coloring or phenolphthalein, a chemical compound that turns pink in basic solutions. After doing so, the ice scramble is served in a plastic cup; topped with Klim, a brand of powdered milk, and Browncow (usually pronounced as “brangkaw”) chocolate syrup and anything goes. It is eaten by mixing or “scrambling” the contents using a wooden spoon or a plastic one in different colors or drinking with a straw. As scrambles became famous, alongside dirty ice cream, vendors on cart bikes with coolers and other containers sell these on the streets in barangays for an average of four to seven pesos a cup. Every afternoon Manong would roam around streets and children playing patintero and habulan would rush to them to buy a cup or two of this pink slush. Even in corners outside school campuses, though mom would forbid, elementary students would gladly spend their baon on the sweet experience scrambles offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the early 2000’s came, the scramble craze slowly faded due to cases of people having food borne diseases such as Hepatitis B, a disease famous among street food consumers. Street food always had their bad reputation surrounded by concerns about poor hygiene and the spread of disease. Food that is simply not sold within the bounds of a mall is considered dirty. Commercial food products such as sundaes, pearl shakes, brownies, and other sweets has then been booming all over the country from then on that people would rather eat something they know that is clean than something from the streets that the origin is uncertain. The vendors who once roamed around the streets selling ice scramble had fewer buyers. As gadgets and the internet had more accessibility, most kids would rather play Tekken 6 on their PS 3 or chat with someone they don’t know or just go Facebooking than go outside in the intense heat and play street games. There wouldn’t be anyone in the streets for these vendors to sell the scrambles to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;centeR&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3zeo86XCv1qc50u4o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2007, Icebreaker Company thought of commercializing ice scrambles by putting up booths and stands of ice scrambles in malls. Then came the first commercialized ice scramble food cart, Icebreaker Scrambles. The brand’s invitation says it all, “Join us as we embark on this fantastic journey with a heart full of hope, a bag full of optimism, and a pink, fragrant cup full of memories!” Every cup of its ice scramble sells nostalgia to Filipinos.  The Icebreaker Scramble would be accessible enough in malls and commercial establishments so people would no longer have to worry about food borne diseases when eating scrambles. The company’s concept was to sell scrambles in 3 cups with different sizes at a 7-10-17 price point. Besides the tower type cart layout that houses the usual containers, there are also Coleman buckets that are situated in front of the carts wherein the personnel would serve the scramble in front of the customers. This gimmick was aimed at maintaining the sentiment of what was done in the streets. Extra toppings such as rice crispies, marshmallows, chocolate sprinkles, rainbow sprinkles, M&amp;M’s, and others were put up to add an extra twist to the product. The company made sure that everything is sanitized and of good quality thus marking the product as “ice scramble without the Hepatitis B”. Icebreaker Scrambles had their first branch at Malabon CitiSquare. It wasn’t until 2009 when the company made its debut at SM malls that the commercialized ice scrambles became extremely popular. The overall cart layout had itself in a series of transformation, thus leading to its 7th edition this 2010 as one may see in all Icebreaker Scrambles carts. Icebreaker quotes itself as a brand serving “modern yummy scrambles” in cheap prices. Icebreaker now has 33 branches nationwide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 2010, ice scramble stalls continue to emerge in malls, food courts, LRT stations, in other words, everywhere. Competing with Icebreaker Scrambles are other brands such as BuzzBox Ice Scrambles, The Original Manila Scrambles, Scramble King, ScrambleMania, Chill Factor, Iskrambol, Iskrambolandia, Ayoskrambol, Ice Toppings, Ice Crush Scramble, Pink Frost Ice Scramble, Pinoy Ice Scramble, Scramble Wiz, Scramble House, Scrambles 007, I Love Ice Scramble, Ice Thrill, MFB Ice Cramble, and a lot more. Entrepreneurs started putting up branches of such brands for doing so is easily accessible with a cheap franchising fee averaging from P25,000 to P35,000. The scramble business then becomes a trend in every commercial establishment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7jnejdTZH1qacitno1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though skeptics say that these ice scramble businesses blatantly copied Icebreaker Scrambles, they all create long queues of customers with their variation of concepts and still, cheap prices. Icebreaker though claims itself as the original and the pioneer for commercializing ice scrambles. The issue on if the ice scramble business as an upscale version of the popular street food will just be another fad, like Zagu, Shawarma, Buy 1 Tale 1 Burgers, and Hongkong Style Noodles, doesn’t really bother Icebreaker: “As long as there is Peter Pan’s dreams in us, Icebreaker will always be here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l76jv4NHX11qzp422o1_r1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the rise of the commercialized street food selling nostalgia to every customer, the “original ones” now seem left behind. Even fish balls, kwek kwek, ice cream, and other street food are now sold in malls in the first place anyway. Would then the rise of these commercial street food carts overtake the traditional street food? Most Filipinos would not say so. The average Filipino would still choose the traditional street food than those in malls. Consumers would say that the feeling of eating scrambles in malls is far different from the scramble served outside with dust and busy streets. Though one may suggest so, no one can escape the fact that it has been a lot of years now that one last saw a cart bike of ice scramble in the streets. So, where are they now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos:&lt;br /&gt;http://myfadedwish.tumblr.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://damdam.tumblr.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://nikkaraymundo.tumblr.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://fruitmachine.tumblr.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everything in my essay is based on internet research through blogs, forums, etc. [ Bunga kasi ng cramming pa din. lol. ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-880504490090773914?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/880504490090773914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=880504490090773914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/880504490090773914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/880504490090773914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2010/09/hallo-there-iskrambol.html' title='Hallo there, Iskrambol'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-36657741974720631</id><published>2010-06-30T16:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T01:54:08.136+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philo1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Sketchpad</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/TCsBcQSBRuI/AAAAAAAAAps/l5uKVbM0F0I/s1600/sk1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/TCsBcQSBRuI/AAAAAAAAAps/l5uKVbM0F0I/s320/sk1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488482155799594722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that I would feel sentimental if I watch Toy Story 3, and I did.  I want to be a kid again.  I want to go back to the days when I would play with my Barbie dolls and imagine them talking to my brother’s toy soldiers or when I would go out to the streets and play games like patintero, ice ice water or taya-tayaan with my friends until dinner time. I want to be back as a cry baby and not have other people judge me when I whine about not wanting to go to school or eating my veggies. I want to go back to the moments when I could just hug my parents anytime I can without getting embarrassed. Childhood years are free of worries for those who are really lucky and it’s funny that when we were kids we wanted to get older so badly; now that we’re getting older and older, we’d do anything just to be a kid again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed because my childhood was a happy one. One thing that makes me want to go back to being a kid is my sketchpad. My first ever sketchpad is filled with things 5-year-olds usually doodle — flowers, stick figures, houses formed by triangles and squares. Of course, the doodles aren’t that great but these are the ones I like the most from all the stuff I drew. They remind me of the times when I would just lay on our carpet and let everything I imagine come to life through drawings. I remember this one time that I told my mom that I will draw everything on earth. So then I started with the things I see inside our house- beds, tables, chairs, TV’s, and everything I thought of as of the moment. Obviously I was not able to accomplish that and my work only occupied about five pages of the sketchbook. It may sound lame and boring, but I think it was one of the greatest ideas I’ve ever had, — to draw every single object on earth — though it seems really impossible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/TCsBx08gj1I/AAAAAAAAAp0/P7hLcXQwFWo/s1600/sk3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/TCsBx08gj1I/AAAAAAAAAp0/P7hLcXQwFWo/s320/sk3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488482526418734930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I come I across my sketchpad, I always feel like reminiscing my childhood years. I usually forget things easily, but every time I scan through its pages, I could easily remember the moment when I was drawing a certain thing. And it never fails to make me smile because there are just these things I never knew I thought of when I was a kid. There are also times that I would laugh at myself because of the things I drew and wrote there — like how I labeled our washing machine as “washing mashing” and some other things that confused me as a kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never completely let go of my childhood. It’s where I had myself formed as an individual. My personality has changed through the years but my childhood memories won’t. And I shall treasure every memory I can remember. Though my sketchpad now looks old, filthy, and the drawings are smudged because of typhoon flood (it smells awful too), I think it will serve as one of the most treasured belongings I will bring with me as I get older. And these drawings would remind me of my simple and happy childhood — the shows I watched on Nickelodeon, the events I encountered during those days, the times when I would teach my brother how to draw a tornado, or the flowers we grew way back in our garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ this is my essay for our show and tell in my Philosophy subject. I will be telling these stuff about my sketchpad maybe weeks from now. yeah i know it's a really boring topic to talk about in front of 25-30 intellectual college students but it's the only thing I could ever think of the night I had to do this. :l &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-36657741974720631?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/36657741974720631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=36657741974720631' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/36657741974720631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/36657741974720631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2010/06/sketchpad.html' title='Sketchpad'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/TCsBcQSBRuI/AAAAAAAAAps/l5uKVbM0F0I/s72-c/sk1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-3094918008575416559</id><published>2010-06-14T16:48:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T01:54:23.734+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>A or B ? :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d just like to share something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am confused- confused with my course. ( okay i know it's too shallow for a problem ) When i took the UPCAT, I had &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Architecture&lt;/span&gt; as my first choice of course (Journalism's second) . As you may have noticed, I draw stuff :))-  and it's like the one thing I can do well. When I got the results of the UPCAT, i got a DPWS (Degree Program With Available Slot), it's their way of saying "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you passed, but you're only an excess of those who are qualified, so if the much more smarter people than you chose Ateneo or La Salle or some other university than UP, you can have their slot&lt;/span&gt;".  So as time went by, those who had DPWS were made to choose 3 courses that they would like to take. With that I thought "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Maybe the reason why I didn't get into Architecture was because I'm not meant to design structures and stuff&lt;/span&gt;." Then I thought that maybe I should be more than what I am capable of. So I had&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; BS Biology&lt;/span&gt; on my first choice and Architecture was my second choice. I thought the night after that if I get accepted for BS Biology, maybe I'm meant to be a doctor rather than an architect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the results came, I was accepted for&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; BS Biology&lt;/span&gt;. I got really confused, i asked myself &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"What if I had Architecture still as my first choice, would I get in?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course my parents thought that me being a doctor would be great and all our relatives could go to me when i become a one. But as time passed by, I got more confused , I was like a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;girl shopping for shoes&lt;/span&gt;. I got myself heels because I thought they're more fashionable than sneakers. But as I wore them, I had a hard time walking and going places and I thought, "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Maybe I should've bought sneakers, though they're not that fashionable and stuff, they're comfy and I could go anywhere without hurting my feet."&lt;/span&gt; But still, heels look better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough with shoes and stuff. I am simply confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/TBoWKyz8x1I/AAAAAAAAApU/8hF4MEvRAp8/s1600/stethoscope_by_thenaicea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/TBoWKyz8x1I/AAAAAAAAApU/8hF4MEvRAp8/s320/stethoscope_by_thenaicea.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483719870971168594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some weeks of thinking about stuff. I thought, if I were a doctor, I'd look &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt; ( now that's a dumb thing to think of :)) ), I may get a bigger salary, it wouldn't be hard for my family and relatives to get a check up or something, I could push myself to stuff I never knew I could do,  I'd know much about my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;health&lt;/span&gt;, I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;could help&lt;/span&gt;, and I guess every country in the world is in need of doctors. The downside of that is, I can no longer continue the one thing I'm good at- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;drawing and designing&lt;/span&gt; (okay whatever, I'm really lame.) . I thought, maybe I could be part of a magazine's art section editors or something, but then people say, being a doctor means having &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;no time &lt;/span&gt;for other matters. Woah. With that I thought, if I had a job and I was an on-call doctor, I wouldn't be part of any holiday or occasion. I wouldn't have more time with my future husband or maybe my kids. It would be a hassle for me to dine with my family on Christmas Eve when I am asked to stay in the hospital or I may not be able to be with my child on his/her birthday if someone had an appointment with me on that day. Another big thins is that, being able to practice medicine takes longer years. Before I could even get a Master's degree or something, I would have to go &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; years for my premed course, another &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; for medicine, then maybe &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3 to 7&lt;/span&gt; years for studying for what I may want to specialize. We're not that rich, we can manage, but I don't want my parents to still provide me with stuff when I'm like 22 or 23 years old or something. I want them to enjoy each other because they're almost on their 50's.&lt;br /&gt;So I may have to get a job first before I continue with my course. GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;I really like the job but I guess I wont be really happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/TBoXsyBWQeI/AAAAAAAAApk/tsUp_jOHg_w/s1600/architecture_by_mimi01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/TBoXsyBWQeI/AAAAAAAAApk/tsUp_jOHg_w/s320/architecture_by_mimi01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483721554386108898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, if I chose Architecture, my parents might get disappointed- of course, they were amazed and proud and all because there's gonna be a doctor in the family. They said that it's hard to get a job with such field of specialty now so finding a long time job as an architect would be hard. I don't really wanna see myself stuck to buildings, structures, and stuff then designing or planning them my whole life, I want to be more on the more important stuff, like touching lives, or helping people, or doing some changes or something (like how Mother Teresa does it *winks*)- they seem more fulfilling. But then, architecture only takes up about 5 years so I wouldn't have to triple the budget for my education. I could go on with a not so hectic schedule and I could still be part of the non-working holidays, special stuff, and others. I could make a really well designed home for my family, but then doing that wouldn’t take much time so it’s not really a great factor. But still, with this course, I could still draw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I was left between something that seems more important to everyone and something that I like doing but isn’t that fulfilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you please tell me something?. You can get mad at me or laugh at me for thinking about such matters. Just say something please, I am just so confused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To set aside the confusion and the serious stuff, I'll be watching Toy Story 3 tomorrow ! yay ! haha. :) (watched &lt;B&gt;Killers&lt;/b&gt; last Wednesday, it was kinda weird, quirky, and cute. :P doh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/TBoWmr1EsmI/AAAAAAAAApc/LcnlVC6Jugw/s1600/Toy_Story_3_group_poster_by_YuiHarunaShinozaki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/TBoWmr1EsmI/AAAAAAAAApc/LcnlVC6Jugw/s320/Toy_Story_3_group_poster_by_YuiHarunaShinozaki.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483720350133170786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-3094918008575416559?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/3094918008575416559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=3094918008575416559' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/3094918008575416559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/3094918008575416559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2010/06/or-b.html' title='A or B ? :))'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/TBoWKyz8x1I/AAAAAAAAApU/8hF4MEvRAp8/s72-c/stethoscope_by_thenaicea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-2489010788676345949</id><published>2010-06-14T14:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T20:22:58.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, we meet again, BLOGGER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have been reading my blog the past few years (of course you have not), you may not want to hear me saying “&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;it’s been so long&lt;/span&gt;!!!” again because I’ve been saying that every time I forget to post and stuff and then a lot of months pass by and my blog gets all old and blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am again. It’s funny, I actually “missed blogging”. I’ve tried a lot of social networking sites like &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Friendster&lt;/span&gt; [ I know you’d ask “what’s Friendster?” or “Does that even exist?”, okay I know it no longer does ], &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; [ and got tired of it eventually], &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt; [ and had a loss for shout outs], &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Formspring&lt;/span&gt; [ and thought that haters live there ], and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/span&gt; [ and got entertained by pictures, but never really had the chance to express what I really feel, I just had to do the reblogging. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s weird, now and then, more and more people get hooked with the internet, and waste their lives in it. [ well I’m actually part of the club ] We try to find ways to entertain ourselves, but the truth is, we’re wasting the opportunities life has to offer. I got addicted to Friends for Sale and thought it doesn’t make sense, Restaurant City and thought it’s a lot of hard work, Hotel City and got tired of it. After all the long hours of playing and stuff, we get tired of the things that used to entertain us and we realize that a lot of time has been wasted. ( I say WE because I know you’ve been there too, unless you’re really smart and you know how to manage time ) And then I realized, maybe if I didn’t stay too long in front of the computer yesterday, I could have learned to play a new song with my guitar, or maybe mastered Canon with the organ, or maybe I could have gone to a friend’s house and have fun there, or I could have written much more thoughts in my blog. And then I start to regret the things I did. The feeling kinda sucks. Now, I just wanna say NO to logging in to Facebook or looking for new posts in Tumblr and some other stuff, but I just can’t control myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe social networking sites don’t really mean you can socialize. Really, when I’m infront of the pc, no one can talk to me. I suck at talking to people here inside the house. So do my brothers ( so I just had to pin them up too  ) Then I thought, I really should stop using the pc instead, but I just can’t. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, of all the social networking sites I’ve been into, I really think Blogger is the only place that I never regretted going into. Sure it takes a lot of time to put up an interesting post and the layout’s kinda an extra factor that one should consider, still I think Blogger is still my home. I may curse all the others but not Blogger, so thanks, not only for making me enhance bits of my grammar and stuff but also for making me express myself and not have other people express feelings for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-2489010788676345949?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/2489010788676345949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=2489010788676345949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/2489010788676345949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/2489010788676345949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-we-meet-again-blogger.html' title='So, we meet again, BLOGGER.'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-46134108031635397</id><published>2009-12-03T19:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T01:57:29.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>The Story Goes</title><content type='html'>too busy to post the past few days so here's a Little something to let everyone know that my blog's still alive. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qynTf5z81_s&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qynTf5z81_s&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Love You No More - Craig David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our music video project in computer.&lt;br /&gt;Starring : Patrick Juacalla as Craig David; Lance Dela Cruz as The Boyfriend; Celine Mesina as the Girlfriend; and Pauline Hernandez as the Best friend.&lt;br /&gt;Edited this with Windows Movie Maker. :] Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editors: Celine Mesina, Pauline Hernandez&lt;br /&gt;Director: Pauling Hernandez&lt;br /&gt;Cinematographer: Celine Mesina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*more detaiLs about the music video next time. tell me what you think about our project. haha. thanks. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ woo. ding dong. meep. wenk. bLah. boom ] xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are other projects done by our classmates. [ hoping they won't get mad at me for the fact that i'm exposing their vids. haha. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7mWr_bRfE-Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7mWr_bRfE-Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iaZS5AMYlwM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iaZS5AMYlwM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bvp2lwnrTYU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bvp2lwnrTYU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-46134108031635397?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/46134108031635397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=46134108031635397' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/46134108031635397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/46134108031635397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2009/12/story-goes.html' title='The Story Goes'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-1335864186370596945</id><published>2009-11-03T18:02:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T21:42:51.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead for 2 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'M SaaRRY.&lt;/span&gt;  I was out for two months. I didn't mean to be so, but a lot has happened since last September and I can't really put everything in here in separate posts so yeah, here's what happened for the past few months :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;1&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;font size="4"&gt; Got scolded by the adviser for leaving books inside the classroom. Had to clean the room and the corridor for a MONTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;2.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt; Got off the honor list. Only had a 92 point something average. Never actually saw my report card, told my mom not to get it. I have to get a 95 or 96 as my average for the next quarters so I can get the chance to be back there. Disappointed 'coz I was part of the honor list the last graduation I had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size="4"&gt;We got hit by typhoon Ondoy. Flood reached maybe ¾ of our house. Everything inside were like put inside a blender or something – messed up, trashed, ruined. What’s worse is that not only did flood water enter the house, mud and soil came along. Our house’s only more like a bungalow so we had to stay for 2 days in our neighbor’s house which had 2 floors. If you could only see what’s left after the traumatizing flash flood. Still, I was amazed with some stuff I never knew would happen: a car got on top of a tricycle [it took 10 men to bring up the car, and 5 to pull out the tricycle.], our sofa got out the living room and in the garage- on top of our car, our dog actually survived, and our Virgin Mary never got stained, and or carried by the running waters in the house – the fact that our television was floating in the dining room, the fridge got smashed on the floor, and the sofa got out of the house, and that image of Our Lady of Fatima, standing 12-14 inches tall and as light as your pair of school shoes I guess never even moved from the altar. It was weird, ‘coz in our altar [ if only I had taken a picture ], we have there an image [ figurine ] of Our Lady of Fatima and a picture of Our Lady of Guadalupe, and half of the picture was stained with flood water, so yeah, there’s the mystery, how come the image never got wet or something. I know it’s silly, but my parents were amazed by so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SvAwFNr1OLI/AAAAAAAAAnc/_Z-EYyct0uE/s1600-h/Ondoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SvAwFNr1OLI/AAAAAAAAAnc/_Z-EYyct0uE/s400/Ondoy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399868819348207794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s our house, September 26, 09 , 8pm. Still, we’re lucky we had some place safe to get into and that we’re alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;5.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size="4"&gt;No classes for a week. Of course I didn’t enjoy the so called vacation much because we had to clean our house. Still, it’s an achievement whenever I see the floor tiles, ‘coz the thick and humid mud’s really hard to clean off. We hired lots of people to help us lean, ladies who could wash our clothes that looked like rags [ everything’s brown ], and some other guys who could fix the car, though they weren’t really able to do so, so we ended up having it repaired by some other car service company or something. Cleaning the house was really something, I never minded mud all over my arms and legs nor holding some with my hand [yucky, I know right]. I learned to let go of the things I treasured so much. I had this scrapbook that I was working on since elementary, it was really pretty, but yes, it got wasted. So was my sketch a pad which I had since I was in nursery, every memory of what I started with was there. Half of the photos in our old photo albums had their ink streaked all over that you could no longer recognize the face of the person in the photo. It would be impossible to recover most of them since the negatives were also flooded and they, along with the photos, smelled really bad. And of course, we had to buy new stuff like a rice cooker, microwave ovens, and some other appliances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;6.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt; We cleaned the campus. Dang, I was expecting a day of rest in school after the very tiring week and yet we had to clean our classroom and our chairs that were like designed to not get cleaned because the chairs’ design was too complicated and all that, that it was so hard to take off the mud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;7.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt; We had our 3 day Retreat at Mother Spinelli Retreat House in Tagaytay [ October 7-9, 09 ]. Our class was the first one to have the retreat, it was definitely not a very good schedule ‘coz we just got hit by the typhoon and we’re supposed to pack up for the trip. Like, where am I supposed to get clothes? Almost all of my clothes have mud all over them. But still, I had to take clothes that were not covered with mud, even though they were like clothes I wore when I was in elementary [ surprising that they still fit ]. I made our nametags,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SvAxVY5-XvI/AAAAAAAAAnk/T9oai9rMCtE/s1600-h/ddwwe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SvAxVY5-XvI/AAAAAAAAAnk/T9oai9rMCtE/s400/ddwwe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399870196749852402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to the other section, never knew that they had kero keroppi as their boys’ nametag. Kinda rushed this one out and planned it a day before the retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father Blaise was out retreat master. Had fun, cried, laughed so hard, got the chance to bond with classmates, and lastly, the food was GREAT. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SvF-1bvb88I/AAAAAAAAAn0/htfvEkZphlg/s1600-h/2_708816687l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 209px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SvF-1bvb88I/AAAAAAAAAn0/htfvEkZphlg/s400/2_708816687l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400236884638823362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SvGAEdLqRhI/AAAAAAAAAoE/hfIw0bBo5RM/s1600-h/2_988445341l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/1335864186370596945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2009/11/dead-for-2-months.html' title='Dead for 2 Months'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SvAwFNr1OLI/AAAAAAAAAnc/_Z-EYyct0uE/s72-c/Ondoy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-2051243629854105848</id><published>2009-09-05T19:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T21:48:55.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PSST</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT SIZE="4"&gt;&lt;cENTER&gt;3 WAYS TO DIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smoke cigar daiLy - die 10 years earLy&lt;br /&gt;drink aLcohoL daiLy - die 30 years earLy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love someone who doesn't Love you back - die daiLy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was out for Like 2 months but i'LL be having Lots of posts to come the foLLowing days. a Lot has happened since Last September and i want this short post to serve as a coming back message i guess, though the intro has been very awkward or whatever you caLL it, so yeah. here i am . :] &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SvA0p_96uGI/AAAAAAAAAns/KR8Sf6tn-9U/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 400px;" 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type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2009/09/psst.html' title='PSST'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SvA0p_96uGI/AAAAAAAAAns/KR8Sf6tn-9U/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-1109080953447233675</id><published>2009-09-02T18:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T20:36:51.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nakakarindi. bow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/Sp5lD9nJAcI/AAAAAAAAAnU/W4d7K4nl6Es/s1600-h/exams_by_kindnessisacardgame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/Sp5lD9nJAcI/AAAAAAAAAnU/W4d7K4nl6Es/s400/exams_by_kindnessisacardgame.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376846123879694786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, yeah, exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"DI AKO NAG-ARAL!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"di ako nakapagreview!"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"haLa ano yan pahiram nga ng reviewer?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"tama ba diba ung bLah2...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"nako nagLaro Lang ako kagabe!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"waLa bagsak nakooo....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"zero na ko sa exam."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"waLa. rank 40 na ko sa kLase."&lt;br /&gt;"waLa nga ko nareview e."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"waLa nga ko naaraL e.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i toLd myseLf, and pau then Lance then some other guys too, Like aLianna, and karen, and so on that i'm gonna make a post about the things i've observed during exams. and yeah, i know, it's a stupid idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;medyo nakakasawa na din kasing marining araw araw at oras oras sa mga tao ang mga Linyang ito tuwing exam. bakit nga ba ? ano bang meron ? waLa Lang. part of growing up ba ? hehe just kidding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero syempre, guiLty din ako minsan sa mga Linyang yan, pero di ko naman pinagsisigawan para iparinig sa buong kLase. gawain ko rin namang magbabad sa computer at text bago magexams. at muLa pa nang grade 6 ako ay piniLit ko nang baguhin ang pagkacram tuwing exams, ngunit hanggang bago magtapos ng high schooL ay waLa pa ring deveLopment. so yeah, never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how were the exams ? aLL i can say is never mind. and yeah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so whiLe i was on the phone with pau, and we were teLLing each other bizarre stuff Like the usuaL, i reaLized one thing : &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;may mga taong sadyang makapaL ang mukha.&lt;/span&gt; and that is aLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i so hate it pag pinagdidikdikan ng mga tao na ganito ka, ganito siya, ganito siLa, not knowing, na yun taong yun mismo ang nagtatagLay ng mga ugaLing iyon. defense mechanism Lang ba yung ipasa sa iba yung ugaLing meron ka para di ka pag-isipan ng masama? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah . just for the sake of posting the Lines i hear the most during the exams. here i am, typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: i'm aLmost [ so far ] part of the top 20. so keep on voting @cm66fatalerror &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tweeterwall.mallplace.com/tw/philippines/ms-twitter"&gt;http://tweeterwall.mallplace.com/tw/philippines/ms-twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-1109080953447233675?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/1109080953447233675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=1109080953447233675' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-5426674320196176880</id><published>2009-08-30T21:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T17:46:36.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a quick one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tweeterwall.mallplace.com/tw/philippines/ms-twitter"&gt;http://tweeterwall.mallplace.com/tw/philippines/ms-twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vote or &lt;a href="http://tweeterwall.mallplace.com/tw/philippines/ms-twitter?page=2"&gt;@cm66fatalerror&lt;/a&gt; on the Link above. i may move depending on the number of votes. just cLick the + sign every 20 minutes. thanks. x] i'LL be posting stuff here Later. i'm a bit busy now 'coz there's stiLl the exams. :] thanks in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tweeterwall.mallplace.com/tw/philippines/ms-twitter"&gt;http://tweeterwall.mallplace.com/tw/philippines/ms-twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-5426674320196176880?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/5426674320196176880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=5426674320196176880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/5426674320196176880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/5426674320196176880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/quick-one.html' title='a quick one'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-7573957118954826598</id><published>2009-08-25T20:09:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T01:57:29.960+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tula'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lady gaga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>purpLe teardrops ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt;i'm about to make an endLess poem. bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang Boa Constrictor. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ni ceLine mesina&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukas na ang NCAE&lt;br /&gt;Masyado na kong busy&lt;br /&gt;Si LittLe Prince kasi&lt;br /&gt;KaiLangan pa ng taLi&lt;br /&gt;Sa tupa na ginuhit&lt;br /&gt;Ng piLotong puro "bakit?"&lt;br /&gt;Rose kaya'y buhay pa&lt;br /&gt;O waLang kwenta thorns n'ya?&lt;br /&gt;Demands ng munting prinsipe&lt;br /&gt;"Draw me a sheep!" ang arte&lt;br /&gt;Nagets mo na ba&lt;br /&gt;Ang iginuhit niyang boa?&lt;br /&gt;O sumbrero pa rin&lt;br /&gt;Ang iyong nakikita?&lt;br /&gt;O sadyang misteryoso&lt;br /&gt;Ang prinsipeng ito&lt;br /&gt;MahiLig siyang gumaLa&lt;br /&gt;Sabay waLk-out sa pLaneta&lt;br /&gt;Tama nga naman&lt;br /&gt;ALin nga ba tayo?&lt;br /&gt;Tayo ba'y LampLighter&lt;br /&gt;O kaya'y mga tippLer?&lt;br /&gt;Sino nga ba ako?&lt;br /&gt;Sino nga ba tayo?&lt;br /&gt;Tayo ito, mga PiLipino.&lt;br /&gt;Isang Depinisyong ang titLe nito&lt;br /&gt;TuLang aming kabisado&lt;br /&gt;Kasama kasi sa proyekto&lt;br /&gt;Ng asignaturang FiLipino&lt;br /&gt;Ano kayang mangyayari&lt;br /&gt;Sa nobela na EL FiLi?&lt;br /&gt;Mamamatay daw si HuLi?&lt;br /&gt;MagpapakasaL ba si Isagani?&lt;br /&gt;Puro ako tanong&lt;br /&gt;ILan na ba ang saknong?&lt;br /&gt;Facebook ay binuksan&lt;br /&gt;Open na ang restawran&lt;br /&gt;Adik na sa Twitter&lt;br /&gt;Paano na ang Friendster?&lt;br /&gt;Ako'y nakikinig&lt;br /&gt;Sa magagandang himig&lt;br /&gt;Himig na kumabaga&lt;br /&gt;GaLing Lang kay Lady GaGa&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko rin kasi&lt;br /&gt;Ng mga awit ng Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;Pero aanhin ko ba&lt;br /&gt;Ang mga bagay na ito&lt;br /&gt;Kung kinabukasa'y&lt;br /&gt;Babagsak ako?&lt;br /&gt;Sa pagsusuLit ng bansa&lt;br /&gt;Ng mga nakakatanda&lt;br /&gt;Ng mga senior sa hayskuL&lt;br /&gt;Na sadyang super cooL&lt;br /&gt;Medyo corny na&lt;br /&gt;Mga sinasabi ko&lt;br /&gt;Mabuti pa kaya'y&lt;br /&gt;Tapusin ko na to.&lt;br /&gt;WaLa rin namang saysay&lt;br /&gt;Kung gumawa ng sanaysay&lt;br /&gt;KeLan kaya matatapos&lt;br /&gt;Ang tuLang naghihikahos?&lt;br /&gt;Sige maLapit na&lt;br /&gt;O sige basa pa&lt;br /&gt;AkaLa mo ba&lt;br /&gt;Me kasunod pa?&lt;br /&gt;Pasensya ka na&lt;br /&gt;Sa kasamaang paLad ay waLa na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING. haha. boa constrictor ang titLe nito kasi &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;MAHABA&lt;/span&gt;. parang waLang konek e no. waLa ring sense. basta boa constrictor titLe nian. haha. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**i'm your biggest fan i'LL foLLow you untiL you Love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;papa papa coLogne &lt;/span&gt;. haha just kidding. i meant &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;papa paparazzi&lt;/span&gt;. so since tomorrow's the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;NCAE&lt;/span&gt; , it's one of the &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#search?q=NCAE"&gt;trending topics&lt;/a&gt; on twitter so Let's not taLk about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SpPeMJLiCSI/AAAAAAAAAnM/KpEUl9-GyQg/s1600-h/Paparazzi_album_cover_fourrr_by_CatelynnMarie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 373px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SpPeMJLiCSI/AAAAAAAAAnM/KpEUl9-GyQg/s400/Paparazzi_album_cover_fourrr_by_CatelynnMarie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373883080587217186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the music video of PAPARAZZI by Lady GaGa. Loved not onLy the video, but the song as weLL. it's cute, sweet, meaningfuL, fresh, seductive, and i think i'm just making up my own descriptions. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JNZM-BJN9SI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JNZM-BJN9SI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;I&gt;eyeLiner and cigarettes x]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: if ever you cry or see someone crying purpLe teardrops, pLease Let me know. so i may be abLe to take the question mark off my titLe. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-7573957118954826598?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/7573957118954826598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=7573957118954826598' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/7573957118954826598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/7573957118954826598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/purple-teardrops.html' title='purpLe teardrops ?'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SpPeMJLiCSI/AAAAAAAAAnM/KpEUl9-GyQg/s72-c/Paparazzi_album_cover_fourrr_by_CatelynnMarie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-5875179783543886183</id><published>2009-08-14T15:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T19:18:39.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt;Ngayong araw na ito ang deadLine ng pagpapasa ng mga appLication form sa Ateneo. Kasama sa mga requirements ng form ay ang essay na nagLaLaman ng tanong na &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Are there any significant experiences you have had, or accomplishments you have realized, that have helped to define you as a person?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko nagawa agad ang essay na ito. Ginawa ko Lang ito mga 4:30am sa araw ng deadLine. syempre nagmamadaLi ako at kasabay pa nito ay may kompLikasyon na naman ako sa bituka. Lahat ng kinakain ko &lt;strike&gt;sinusuka&lt;/strike&gt;. coLorfuL na nga ang toiLet bowL namin e. may brown [ ice cream ], may yeLLow [ noodLes ], bLue [ gatorade ], beige? [ rebisco ], transparent [ tubig ]. hahaha. kaya di ko aLam kung kakain pa ako. buti na Lang maLapit Lang ang cr namin sa computer na ito. kaya habang nagtatype ako ng essay ay go Lang ng go sa inidoro. hahaha. pasensya na. hindi ako nahihiyang magkwento ng mababoy e. ayaw ko na ngang pumunta ng ospitaL kasi pabaLik baLik na ako dun dati.&lt;br /&gt;so baLe eto ang essay ko. [ FAIL ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SoaX1XCblwI/AAAAAAAAAnE/RoCCv68Z6pk/s1600-h/Puke_by_aDollInDisguise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SoaX1XCblwI/AAAAAAAAAnE/RoCCv68Z6pk/s400/Puke_by_aDollInDisguise.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370146548658968322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the 25th of December 2008 when I had to get rushed to the hospital because of Gastroenteritis. Yes, it’s funny and adverse that I got sick like that on Christmas Day. It was 9 in the evening, when my stomach got so painful and I vomited everything I ate. I felt really bad and unfortunate that I had to experience such thing on Christmas Day. Because they couldn’t take my pain any longer, my parents rushed me to the hospital. I cried. I cried not because I was in pain, but because I thought I ruined my parents’ Christmas. Instead of making them happier that day, I had them get worried. I made them spend money on the bills they had to pay the hospital; money that should have been for them. I was always pessimistic back then. Though I have always been part of the School Top Ten year after year, I never gave appreciation to my life and to my worth. But as I was lying on the hospital bed that day, I saw how much of a better life I had.  I saw a teenager arguing with his grandfather who patiently looked after him, a boy who was much more in pain than me, a little girl who met an accident and found herself no longer able to walk on Christmas Day; I realized how fortunate I was. I realized how blessed I am to have parents who stood by me through everything- parents who were willing to sacrifice their Christmas for their daughter, parents who were ready to give up their personal wants, parents who actually cared, upon seeing their child feel pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this experience, I strive for more accomplishments, not in academics, but in life. For a truth I know that there more to life than just medals and certificates, there are more to responsibilities than just authoritative positions in Science or Math clubs, there are more things to do than just quiz bees and talent contests, and there are more to achieve than just recognition awards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not have the best essay and grammar but I know that this is the only way I could express myself.  People demand that things must always be in order, that everything must be seen, written, heard, tasted, smelled, and felt as proper. But even those we praise and look up to make mistakes; so do I. I may always be too distracted, and I can be a failure at times, but those are the things I do, and maybe, with the mistakes I make, I can be someone better for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So have I defined myself? I guess not. But one thing is for sure, I have realized my worth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yan na Lamang ang pinagtyagaan kong topic dahiL kasaLukyan na rin naman akong sumusuka. hahaha . xD&lt;br /&gt;pede naman daw engLish o tagaLog ang essay. yung unang naisip ko nga sanang ipasa e nakakatawa e. panimuLa ko pa "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ang patintero ang paborito kong Laro noong bata pa ako&lt;/span&gt;." basta madami pa yang kasunod. kaso dahiL nga sa naLaman kong parang inappropriate namang sumagot ako sa tagaLog sa tanong na ingLes, edi nagdesperadong ingLes na Lang ako. x] at kasama na sa essay na ito ang typo at pagkaLimot sa iLang saLita na saka ko Lang nakita noong napasa na ni inay ang form. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://th01.deviantart.net/fs45/300W/f/2009/124/9/a/TASTE_THE_RAINBOW_by_BaconXBits.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;I&gt;"I'm so happy I could puke a rainbow."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc03.deviantart.com/fs47/f/2009/169/d/3/Taste_the_Rainbow__3_by_zraya218.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-5875179783543886183?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/5875179783543886183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=5875179783543886183' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/5875179783543886183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/5875179783543886183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/rainbow.html' title='rainbow'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SoaX1XCblwI/AAAAAAAAAnE/RoCCv68Z6pk/s72-c/Puke_by_aDollInDisguise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-1334756998830218657</id><published>2009-08-04T20:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T22:31:09.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more than words</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"On the reasons to stop seeing her side we have: One, on going physical danger. Two, high likely-hood of a broken heart. Three, uh career sabotage. Four, she is clinically insane. Five, she seems to enjoy my pain. Six, fourteen piece matched set of Louis Vuitton emotional baggage. Seven, I haven't even kissed her yet, for God's sakes. Uh eight, she's ruining my life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"And the reasons to keep seeing her?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I'm in love with her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your cLass starts at 7:00am. you woke up 6:00am, you were supposed to wake up 5am. your maid forgot to wake you up; she was drunk Last night. you were going histericaL. no food was prepared since the maid's stiLL fast asLeep. you rush to the bathroom and take your shower. changed cLothes then got your stuff. it was raining, good thing you brought an umbreLLa. you were avoiding puddLes on the streets whiLe you do the "fast waLk" then a car suddenLy passes by and water spLashed on you. now your shoes are wet. you're hungry, stressed out, and worried whiLe you were waLking. got on a jeepney, stiLL worried. can't wait for them to say "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you're Late again !&lt;/span&gt; ".  the man sitting beside you Looks at you Like he was about to eat you. you ignored him, you were too sLeepy. you paid for your fare, and put you waLLet back in you bag. you get through different pLaces and finaLLy, the man beside you Leaves. stiLL &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sLeepy&lt;/span&gt;, you wanted to take a bite on the smaLL piece of bread you brought. there was traffic, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tough Luck&lt;/span&gt;. you got off the vehicLe and ran through the streets once again. it's 7:20am. you're dead, &lt;U&gt;again&lt;/u&gt;. you get to cLass, Late, once again. you go on with the subjects you need to take untiL you get hystericaL again because you needed to pass a project- a project you worked on the whoLe midnight then forgot to bring to schooL. you tried remembering where you Left it. stiLL, you had no chance of passing the project. and aLL you ever wanted was to go home, and sLeep, hoping you couLd Let go of everything. you go on with another set of subjects and there you see your freaking cLassmate, nagging and nagging. your cLassmate never stops. you finaLly get out of the room. as you were about to sigh, you reaLized that you had Less chances of getting home because you just hit the jackpot. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;your waLLet was missing&lt;/span&gt;. good thing you didn't put aLL your money in there and you had friends to accompany you home. you were having the worst day of your Life untiL that sudden spark came and you thought you were the happiest person to Live, the moment you saw &lt;font color="yellow"&gt;him.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* that is so not me okay? i'm not being sarcastic. haha. i just wanted to Let everyone know how Loved ones can make a person's day. though you have been experiencing Lots of hardships during the day, there is never a reason to not smiLe. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*masyado taLaga po akong busy kaya pasensya na tinatamad ako magpost. isasara ko na ba bLog ko dito sa bLogger? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SnhERV8UarI/AAAAAAAAAm8/8USG1S-hXQg/s1600-h/My+Sassy+Girl%5BDvD+cover%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SnhERV8UarI/AAAAAAAAAm8/8USG1S-hXQg/s400/My+Sassy+Girl%5BDvD+cover%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366114020750551730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SA WAKAS SA WAKAS SA WAKAS SA WAKAS SA WAKAS SA WAKAS SA WAKAS SA WAKAS  napanood ko na rin ang MY SASSY GIRL. xD iLang buwan ko nang gustong panuorin yun. saLamat sa dvd ni mads. xD super kuyut. paramis. :] kiLig. tuwa. Lungkot. touching. aun Lang. hahaha. xD i can reLate, hindi dahiL Lasengga ako [ at hindi naman. xD ] at mahiLig ako manakit at magpakabaLiw at mantrip, pero dahiL. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the number you diaLed is not yet in service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;"We have to stay alive, because we have to see how the story ends."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/I&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-1334756998830218657?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/1334756998830218657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=1334756998830218657' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/1334756998830218657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/1334756998830218657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-than-words.html' title='more than words'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SnhERV8UarI/AAAAAAAAAm8/8USG1S-hXQg/s72-c/My+Sassy+Girl%5BDvD+cover%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-720659415643832480</id><published>2009-07-28T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:21:04.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wait Lang.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt;busy ako busy ako busy ako busy ako busy ako busy ako busy ako busy ako busy ako busy ako busy ako busy ako busy ako . ayan Lamang ang masasabi ko. oo commitment ang bLog dito sa bLogger . [ *muLtipLy friends: nareredirect Lang sa muLtipLy ang mga post pero di ko taLaga magbLog sa muLtipLy. ] , pero waLa akong magagawa, taLagang madaming kaiLangang unahin. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kaya waLa akong magagawa kasi waLa akong magagawa&lt;/span&gt;. pero maLi sigurong isipin na waLa akong magagawa kasi dapat ay may ginagawa ako upang may magawa ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; UPCAT na sa sabado. 6:30am ako. sa physics buiLding. waLa akong kaschooLmate na pareho sa akin ang buiLding. maLas. SANA nagreview ako. SANA di ko sinayang oras ko. pero mukhang puro SANA na Lang ako kasi isng buong bakasyon ang sinayang ko. sayang ang pambayad sa review center. sayang ang bayad sa moduLes na di ko manLang binukLat. kaiLangan ko na Lang sigurong umasa sa himaLa para pumasa doon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nanggaLing nga paLa ang top 10 ng batch namin sa Ateneo. kasama ako dun. pero next time na ako magkekwento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagkaroon kami ng job interview as part ng activity namin sa engLish. pero next time na Lang na din ako magkekwento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me bago din sa LabLife. pero next time pa rin ako magkekwento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me mga bagong issue.next time na rin yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanggang ngayon mukhang nagsasayang pa rin ako ng oras. kaya next time naLang uLit. sana me next time pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs42/f/2009/080/f/e/Too_Busy_To_Die_by_th3krimzon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-720659415643832480?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/720659415643832480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=720659415643832480' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/720659415643832480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/720659415643832480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2009/07/wait-lang.html' title='wait Lang.'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-5577806084318476464</id><published>2009-07-17T18:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T18:19:02.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 reasons.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes are suspended today, so i'm wasting my time once again. Tomorrow's another day for our exams,so bLah. haha. tinatamad taLaga ako. twitter conference, ym, facebook. ayun. sayang oras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Since some peopLe find chiLdren irritating, they tend to mess with them, but most of the time, these peopLe end up getting the ones messed up. so yeah, be carefuL. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's what i wanna share. this is funny and cute. promise of Love. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SmBLF5OaBUI/AAAAAAAAAl0/SS4jpHY8AZY/s1600-h/The_Children_by_kittynn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SmBLF5OaBUI/AAAAAAAAAl0/SS4jpHY8AZY/s400/The_Children_by_kittynn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359366121203565890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;7 reasons not to mess with a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SmBLWFo67GI/AAAAAAAAAl8/q6L5NddmqcY/s1600-h/number_one_by_emsVizyon.png.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SmBLWFo67GI/AAAAAAAAAl8/q6L5NddmqcY/s320/number_one_by_emsVizyon.png.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359366399413906530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little girl was talking to her teacher about whales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher said it was physically impossible for a whale to swallow a human because even though it was a very large mammal its throat was very small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl stated that Jonah was swallowed by a whale.&lt;br /&gt;Irritated, the teacher reiterated that a whale could not swallow a&lt;br /&gt;human; it was physically impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl said, “When I get to heaven I will ask Jonah.”&lt;br /&gt;The teacher asked, ” What if Jonah went to hell?”&lt;br /&gt;The little girl replied, “Then you ask him”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SmBLmhFH7fI/AAAAAAAAAmE/JDc7_MTcjkY/s1600-h/Two_ness_by_Aquiel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 209px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SmBLmhFH7fI/AAAAAAAAAmE/JDc7_MTcjkY/s320/Two_ness_by_Aquiel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359366681657863666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Kindergarten teacher was observing her classroom of children while&lt;br /&gt;they were drawing. She would occasionally walk around to see each&lt;br /&gt;child’s work.&lt;br /&gt;As she got to one little girl who was working diligently, she asked what&lt;br /&gt;the drawing was.&lt;br /&gt;The girl replied, “I’m drawing God.”&lt;br /&gt;The teacher paused and said, “But no one knows what God looks like.”&lt;br /&gt;Without missing a beat, or looking up from her drawing, the girl&lt;br /&gt;replied, “They will in a minute.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SmBL3x1EKQI/AAAAAAAAAmM/65x6Uv1plCs/s1600-h/Three_by_SzandorDuBois.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SmBL3x1EKQI/AAAAAAAAAmM/65x6Uv1plCs/s320/Three_by_SzandorDuBois.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359366978211686658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Sunday school teacher was discussing the Ten Commandments with her five and six year olds After explaining the commandment to “honor” thy Father and thy Mother, she asked, “Is there a commandment that teaches us how to treat our brothers and sisters?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without missing a beat one little boy (the oldest of a family)&lt;br /&gt;answered, “Thou shall not kill.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SmBMNWlrBII/AAAAAAAAAmU/XYSscR6rsnw/s1600-h/Four_by_waltereegho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SmBMNWlrBII/AAAAAAAAAmU/XYSscR6rsnw/s320/Four_by_waltereegho.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359367348856489090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a little girl was sitting and watching her mother do the dishes&lt;br /&gt;at the kitchen sink. She suddenly noticed that her mother had several&lt;br /&gt;strands of white hair sticking out in contrast on her brunette head.&lt;br /&gt;She looked at her mother and inquisitively asked, “Why are some of your hairs white, Mom?”&lt;br /&gt;Her mother replied, “Well, every time that you do something wrong and make me cry or unhappy, one of my hairs turns white.”&lt;br /&gt;The little girl thought about this revelation for a while and then said,&lt;br /&gt;“Momma, how come ALL of grandma’s hairs are white?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SmBMYatrQPI/AAAAAAAAAmc/W76_aKB2HyE/s1600-h/five_by_davespertine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SmBMYatrQPI/AAAAAAAAAmc/W76_aKB2HyE/s320/five_by_davespertine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359367538942361842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children had all been photographed, and the teacher was trying to&lt;br /&gt;persuade them each to buy a copy of the group picture.&lt;br /&gt;“Just think how nice it will be to look at it when you are all grown up&lt;br /&gt;and say, ‘There’s Jennifer, she’s a lawyer,’ or ‘That’s Michael, He’s a&lt;br /&gt;doctor.’&lt;br /&gt;A small voice at the back of the room rang out,”And there’s the teacher,&lt;br /&gt;She’s dead. ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SmBOMfmn-AI/AAAAAAAAAms/7ueALiidu38/s1600-h/Number_6_by_route64.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SmBOMfmn-AI/AAAAAAAAAms/7ueALiidu38/s320/Number_6_by_route64.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359369533119789058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teacher was giving a lesson on the circulation of the blood. Trying to&lt;br /&gt;make the matter clearer, she said, “Now, class, if I stood on my head,&lt;br /&gt;the blood, as you know, would run into it, and I would turn red in the&lt;br /&gt;face..”; “Yes,” the class said.&lt;br /&gt;“Then why is it that while I am standing upright in the ordinary&lt;br /&gt;position the blood doesn’t run into my feet?” A little fellow shouted,&lt;br /&gt;“Cause your feet ain’t empty.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SmBPuO-YkgI/AAAAAAAAAm0/keY949_2nUs/s1600-h/Lucky_Number_7_by_dmarteng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SmBPuO-YkgI/AAAAAAAAAm0/keY949_2nUs/s320/Lucky_Number_7_by_dmarteng.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359371212283220482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholic elementary&lt;br /&gt;school for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples.&lt;br /&gt;The nun made a note, and posted on the apple tray: “Take only ONE. God is watching.”&lt;br /&gt;Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was a&lt;br /&gt;large pile of chocolate chip cookies. A child had written a note, “Take&lt;br /&gt;all you want God is watching the apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ source : &lt;a href="http://stephanella.wordpress.com/2007/05/22/cute-definition-of-love-by-kids/"&gt; http://stephanella.wordpress.com/2007/05/22/cute-definition-of-love-by-kids/&lt;/a&gt; ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-5577806084318476464?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/5577806084318476464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=5577806084318476464' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/5577806084318476464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/5577806084318476464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2009/07/7-reasons.html' title='7 reasons.'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SmBLF5OaBUI/AAAAAAAAAl0/SS4jpHY8AZY/s72-c/The_Children_by_kittynn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-884832273517193846</id><published>2009-07-15T20:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T21:25:51.055+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nobody'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coach carter'/><title type='text'>soLomot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt;"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.&lt;br /&gt;Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.&lt;br /&gt;It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?&lt;br /&gt;Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God.&lt;br /&gt;Your playing small does not serve the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.&lt;br /&gt;We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.&lt;br /&gt;It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;-Marianne Williamson &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*nanuod kami ng coach carter kanina. pers time ko mapanuod. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;una sa Lahat, saLamat ke chorvacheorvamus. dahiL sa kanya ay may makyut na award na rin ang bLog ko. [ haha desperado. joke. ] at sa mga bumoto, na hinarass at tinorture ko muna. joke.  barbero e . pasensya na kayo kung waLang katuturan mga pinopost ko, waLa naman akong kaaLam aLam sa mundo. siguro pag tapos na ko ng high schooL, 'di na ko isip bata. haha . anong konek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://chorvacheorvamus.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="width: 210px; height: 210px;" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr167/paulkian/chorvablogaward1st-1.gif"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* at dahiL exam na namin sa susunod na araw. di na ako magpapaepaL pa . eto manuod na Lang kayo ng nobody ng wonder girLs. kaiLangan next week kabisado niyo na ang dance moves niLa . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QZBn1e9pr2Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QZBn1e9pr2Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: dapat tataas ang binti kapag tuturo ah. gets? haha. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-884832273517193846?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/884832273517193846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=884832273517193846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/884832273517193846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/884832273517193846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2009/07/solomot.html' title='soLomot.'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-7025666722694248207</id><published>2009-07-06T14:50:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:59:07.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kisses</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I mixed vodka and water, I got drunk. I mixed gin and water, I got drunk. I mixed beer and water, I stiLL got drunk. With those I came up with a concLusion: Bad ang water. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;LOL&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SlNOsntwukI/AAAAAAAAAks/KRmiIWWqLpI/s1600-h/DSC04161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SlNOsntwukI/AAAAAAAAAks/KRmiIWWqLpI/s400/DSC04161.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355710910355782210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imbis na magbiLang ng pera, matuLog o manood ng porno, ba't di ka na Lang mag-aLaga? hindi ba ? mag-aLaga ng &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; [ haha isip bata e ]. ang inatupag ko ngayong absent ako ay itong mga &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;KISSES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. yes, oo, tama, right, correct, of course,&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; kisses&lt;/span&gt;. hindi yung Kisses na chocoLate na me nakaLawit na papeL sa duLo ang tinutukoy ko ah ? hindi rin to yung gustong gusto mong gawin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; kung iyong mapapansin, may iLang tindahan sa piLipinas na nagtitinda ng mga sachet na nagLaLaman ng maLiLiit na biLog na iba't iba ang kuLay. ang pangaLan nito ay SEVEN COLOR CRYSTAL BALLS . haha . weird. pero tawag nung iba dito, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;KISSES&lt;/span&gt;. hindi ko aLam kung bakit kisses, nakikioo na Lang ako. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang goaL ng kisses ay mapaLaki ang mga maLiLiit. yes, oo, tama, right, correct, of course, mapaLaki ang maLiit. kung nais mong makita ang instructions na nasa sachet, bahaLa ka, kasi eto yun. medyo weird nga Lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SlNQlau4e5I/AAAAAAAAAk8/HnFveYZ2zXo/s1600-h/bbbbb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SlNQlau4e5I/AAAAAAAAAk8/HnFveYZ2zXo/s400/bbbbb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355712985634995090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha . nababasa mo ba ? parang ewan Lang e . ganito Lang yan. iLaLabas mo, kukuha ka LaLagyan, Lagyan mo tubig, ibabad mo sa tubig, ibabad mo ng 3-4 hrs, kunin mo. tadaaa! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SlNQJuNC4KI/AAAAAAAAAk0/TlLnLy7pup4/s1600-h/aaaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SlNQJuNC4KI/AAAAAAAAAk0/TlLnLy7pup4/s400/aaaaa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355712509825441954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SlNRSnDd71I/AAAAAAAAAlM/kOhW421F7VQ/s1600-h/ddddd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SlNRSnDd71I/AAAAAAAAAlM/kOhW421F7VQ/s400/ddddd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355713762036674386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SlNQ8nICI6I/AAAAAAAAAlE/oGHkS_Thw6Y/s1600-h/ccc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SlNQ8nICI6I/AAAAAAAAAlE/oGHkS_Thw6Y/s400/ccc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355713384098702242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SlNR5HEk2VI/AAAAAAAAAlU/-G1BJt7jkgs/s1600-h/DSC04182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SlNR5HEk2VI/AAAAAAAAAlU/-G1BJt7jkgs/s400/DSC04182.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355714423466285394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SlNSmeFd0-I/AAAAAAAAAlc/OkBx2cssxBU/s1600-h/DSC04184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SlNSmeFd0-I/AAAAAAAAAlc/OkBx2cssxBU/s400/DSC04184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355715202738148322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos  tadaaa ! pede mo na siLa iLagay sa garapon. hahaha .&lt;strike&gt; waLang kwenta.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SlNTBGTNHBI/AAAAAAAAAlk/ZbLZjPR3PJg/s1600-h/DSC04185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SlNTBGTNHBI/AAAAAAAAAlk/ZbLZjPR3PJg/s400/DSC04185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355715660209789970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SlNTSuIOJ8I/AAAAAAAAAls/zyRXsG8DUug/s1600-h/DSC04181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SlNTSuIOJ8I/AAAAAAAAAls/zyRXsG8DUug/s400/DSC04181.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355715962958915522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pasensya na pambata Lang ata to e . hahaha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;ps: not in the mood tonight. so i'm sorry. trying to controL my temper, 'coz when i'm mad, i want everyone around me to die. jk. &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NP : 21 GUNS - greenday x] *nood kau transformers 2. makyut . haha. :D&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-7025666722694248207?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/7025666722694248207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=7025666722694248207' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/7025666722694248207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/7025666722694248207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2009/07/kisses.html' title='kisses'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SlNOsntwukI/AAAAAAAAAks/KRmiIWWqLpI/s72-c/DSC04161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-3207279867970209051</id><published>2009-07-05T19:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T19:52:26.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang mga ibon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SlCQ9_6C5MI/AAAAAAAAAkc/nLVaslPv890/s1600-h/DSC04121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SlCQ9_6C5MI/AAAAAAAAAkc/nLVaslPv890/s400/DSC04121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354939351744832706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SlCQiZnUo6I/AAAAAAAAAkU/dTT-rU4tlfY/s1600-h/DSC04126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SlCQiZnUo6I/AAAAAAAAAkU/dTT-rU4tlfY/s400/DSC04126.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354938877609288610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha . hi. kamusta ?  ayun medyo papaikLiin ko Lang muna tong post na to, tatLong araw na kasi akong may sakit . kagagaLing ko Lang uLit sa ospitaL kahapon. parang Linggo Linggo nasa ospitaL ako ah ? hehe . &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ginawang pasyaLan e&lt;/span&gt; . ayun. wag ka magpanic, waLa akong &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a(h1n1)&lt;/span&gt; at di naman kumakaLat ang virus ng tao sa net e . haha . kaya di ka rin magkakasakit kung babasahin mo tong post . at di naman ako mahiLig magkaLat ng virus na makakasira sa maganda mong pc. kaya &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;chiLLax&lt;/span&gt; . :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; kagabi , habang nakahiga, feeLing ko LumoLobo yung mga kamay ko at Lahat ng hinahawakan ko nagiging biLog. ewan ko kung bakit. autistic e . hahaha joke. tapos sa sobrang hiLo siguro, gumagaLaw mag-isa mga braso ko, as in yung tumataas, pero nakahiga Lang ako nun, hindi ko aLam kung tuLog ba ako o ano. haha pero di ko makontroL mga braso ko. basta.  :P kaninang umaga naman, kumakain ako ng aLmusaL, di pa man ako tapos kumain, nahiLo na agad ako, edi napatayo ako, ayun hiLong hiLo na taLaga ako. nawaLan ata ako ng maLay. kasi parang nakatuLog ako. tapos bigLa kong narinig sumisigaw nanay ko. napadiLat ako. tapos sabi niya   &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nanginginig na daw ako&lt;/span&gt; . baLiw na ata ako e . &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;di ko aLam kung makakapasok pa ako bukas.&lt;/span&gt; hay. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa simpLeng ubo Lang naman nanggaLing to e . gaLing kami sa &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tahanang waLang hagdanan&lt;/span&gt; nung friday. syempre, iba't ibang sakit meron ang mga tao dun, nahawa &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;siguro&lt;/span&gt; ako. pero ayos Lang, at Least may mga napasaya ang section namin. di muna ko mag-uupLoad ng pictyur, patakas Lang ako nagkokompyuter e . haha. baka pag naabutan ako dito mapagaLitan pa ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: vote neo ung steaL my words sa chorva bLog awards. [ bandang huLi e. haha. ]. punta Lang kayo sa &lt;a href="http://chorvacheorvamus.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://chorvacheorvamus.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. di kaiLangan ng bLogger account. makikita niyo sa sidebar dun tong poLL na to [ see image beLow. haha . ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SlCREgcRjbI/AAAAAAAAAkk/Uh9X4k5GC1E/s1600-h/vote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 329px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SlCREgcRjbI/AAAAAAAAAkk/Uh9X4k5GC1E/s400/vote.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354939463557549490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i-foLLow neo na din ang &lt;a href="http://chorvacheorvamus.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://chorvacheorvamus.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; kung may account kayo sa bLogger.tnx :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;"Wag ka nang maLungkot, O praise the Lord."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-3207279867970209051?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/3207279867970209051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=3207279867970209051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/3207279867970209051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/3207279867970209051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2009/07/ang-mga-ibon.html' title='ang mga ibon'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SlCQ9_6C5MI/AAAAAAAAAkc/nLVaslPv890/s72-c/DSC04121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-443758848018355278</id><published>2009-06-26T20:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:10:35.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>numb-ers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;"You gotta heLp me out&lt;BR&gt;it's aLL a bLur Last night&lt;BR&gt;we need a taxi cause you're&lt;BR&gt; hung over and i'm broke."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; - WAKiNG UP iN VEGAS / katy perry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*this post isn't about numbers, okay ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SkTWKMpXA3I/AAAAAAAAAkE/FKSWjdTHLDo/s1600-h/DSC03836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SkTWKMpXA3I/AAAAAAAAAkE/FKSWjdTHLDo/s400/DSC03836.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351637727904727922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;U&gt;uno&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; *now ceLebrating the 185th post in my bLog . though not reaLLy 185 are pubLished, some were drafts i was too embarassed of. woohoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://th02.deviantart.net/fs12/300W/i/2006/305/1/d/umbrella_by_SaikoroKitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;U&gt;dos&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; *  cLasses were suspended, for two days ! oh yeah , aLmost everyone ceLebrates the storm, FERIA [weird name], wishing it won't go, not knowing that other peopLe SUFFER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;U&gt;tres&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; *whiLe tweeting Like heLL on twitter, i've read a very sad and tragic news, the king of pop, died. may Michael Jackson rest in peace, he'LL aLways Live in his music . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc05.deviantart.com/fs47/f/2009/176/8/6/863e130a64c0a64ae84d3e3f8cf36811.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*so with these coming around with peopLe dying, i've kinda wondered why peopLe say good things about a certain someone, onLy when this certain someone died. i mean, what the heck, we pLay aLL this person's songs, air them out on tv, honor the person, we do these things by the time the person's grieved on because of death. and the time this person was stiLL aLive, peopLe kept on saying things Like he's a #%# and a #%## and some other stuff some of us may Laugh about. why can't we praise someone, do good to someone, when this person's stiLL aLive ? shouLd we caLL these kind of actions, something Like PLASTIC ? maybe not, so i guess everyone has to get aLong with these kind of stuff, stiLL it's nice knowing that peopLe appreciated the things you did when you were stiLL aLive and were not backstabbing you aLL the way untiL you get washed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;U&gt;cuatro&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; * i commented on the &lt;a href="http://chorvacheorvamus.blogspot.com/"&gt;chorva bLog awards&lt;/a&gt;, wanted to join, and did, but not worthy enough. haha. i Like the award, it's reaLLy pretty, and it wouLd be a chance for me to meet more bLoggers. hoping to get nominated even though i stiLL think i won't. not enough guts,bLogger abiLity, and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kapangyarihan&lt;/span&gt;. haha. but stiLL, yeah, i think it's cute. or something. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;U&gt;cinco&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; * a beLated happy FEAST DAY to &lt;B&gt;st. aLoysius gonzaga&lt;/b&gt;, the feast shouLd have been Last Sunday, June 21 , but since we want to and have to ceLebrate, we moved the parteeey/charity works today, but then feria interrupted, we had to move it to another day, next friday. for the programme, we'LL be attending mass 7-8, eat Like monkeys then go to &lt;I&gt;tahanang waLang hagdanan&lt;/i&gt;, yay us. we'LL be performing, teaching, interacting and do some gift giving. i'LL be pLaying the guitar, pLease, i am not good at this, i don't even pLay Like a person, but i had no choice, i had to bring my guitar next friday because there's no one eLse, and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;pau&lt;/span&gt; was forcing me, haha, but i'LL be pLaying with &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;marvin.&lt;/span&gt; thank God. so i need chords for your caLL [ soo emoo ], can't heLp faLLing in Love with you, iris, and i've faLLen for you [ omg i forgot, is this right ? ], and i'LL be needing Lessons from youtube, and some coffee, i'LL be needing a new pair of shoes and a dress, and you might aLso want to give me some cookies with the coffee, and put Lots of sugar in it too, by Lots, i mean, Lots and Lots, and yes, you go to the market and buy me some cheese for the bread that you'LL be buying after the cheese at the bakery. i aLso need to get an appointment with the boss and offer him some cookies too, and with that, you'LL have to make coffee once again. and buy yourseLf a new uniform, the one you're wearing Looks dirty and i don't Like it, and yeah, have my cLothes dry cLeaned Later. got it ? haha just kidding. :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc05.deviantart.com/fs32/f/2008/187/a/f/af05683fef95d4a2e7a9db6e397b34f9.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;U&gt;seis&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; *so about &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;waking up in vegas&lt;/span&gt;, i was Like singing Like weird and over and over the Last few hours, LSS much. haha . we had our &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;NCAE &lt;/span&gt;review today, i was Like having my expert guides [ in kostka ] review aLL over again, so i wasn't that much of reacting Like , "NOSE BLEED DUDE", "OMG THIS IS HARD" or whatever, i was used to those kind of tests and the ones i had in expert guides were HARDER , &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;promise of Love&lt;/span&gt;. hehe. but i thank the review center, i might have been a pea brain there and the biggest LONER, it heLped me a Lot, with things i know that my cLassmates don't, Like the vectors, factoriaLs and some other basic stuff that nerds taLk about, haha joke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs45/300W/i/2009/111/9/6/Katy_Perry_by_RyanRadical.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*here's what i wanna share today, since i've been hearting katy perry songs for the past few days, i have here the THINKING OF YOU , 1st and 2nd version, which do you Like better ? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nVQlc-8XUoc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nVQlc-8XUoc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/laiROGvrWMM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/laiROGvrWMM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits to : &lt;a href="http://www.giselejaquenod.com.ar"&gt;giseLe jaquenod&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/djiwatampu/"&gt;biroe&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://photographygrl.deviantart.com/"&gt;photographygrl&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://ryanradical.deviantart.com/"&gt;ryanradical&lt;/a&gt; for Le images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;I&gt;Get me some cash out baby x]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-443758848018355278?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/443758848018355278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=443758848018355278' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/443758848018355278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/443758848018355278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2009/06/numb-ers.html' title='numb-ers.'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SkTWKMpXA3I/AAAAAAAAAkE/FKSWjdTHLDo/s72-c/DSC03836.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-8447337333649944779</id><published>2009-06-20T13:10:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:12:06.717+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grapevine fires'/><title type='text'>sLeep waLk</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SjyGaN79hHI/AAAAAAAAAjk/NnN3KpqVLqE/s1600-h/playground_by_idontcare300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SjyGaN79hHI/AAAAAAAAAjk/NnN3KpqVLqE/s400/playground_by_idontcare300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349298242385183858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew. just got home from the hospitaL :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"the wind picked up, the fire spread&lt;br /&gt;the grapevine singing, Left for dead&lt;br /&gt;the northern sky Looked Like the end of days, end of days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wake up caLL to a rented room&lt;br /&gt;sounded Like an aLarm of impending doom&lt;br /&gt;to warn us it's only a matter of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we aLL burn ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever wondered what you &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;REALLY &lt;/span&gt;want to be ? by reaLLy, i mean reaLLy reaLLy, haha. so some of you may have been taking the courses you had on that certain university, but, have you ever asked yourseLf : "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;is this what i REALLY, REALLY want to do my WHOLE Life ?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang. i find it REALLY REALLY hard to choose from the courses offered in UP. my mom wants me to take ARCHITECTURE or INTERIOR DESIGN, my dad said i couLd take MEDICINE. i wanted DENTISTRY, but they say "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;whoa !! are you sure ?!&lt;/span&gt; " and ended aLL their compLaints and insuLts on dentistry with a "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;don't take that course&lt;/span&gt;". then they wouLd say JOURNALISM, then MASS COMMUNICATION, then BUSINESS ADMINISTRATION . my friends say "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hahahahhahahahahhahahah&lt;/span&gt; !! " weLL what do you expect, we're aLL confused!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want ATENEO but dad said UP, then mom wouLd aLso say UST, then my friends wouLd go for PUP then FEU. and i am reaLLy messed up and confused right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're reaLLy reaLLy Lucky if you KNOW what you WANT because you can do everything Later. unLike those who don't, we don't even know where to start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;I&gt;Bought some wine and some paper cups&lt;br /&gt;Near your daughter's schooL and we picked her up&lt;br /&gt;Drove to the cemetery on a hiLL, on a hiLL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the buLLets paint the sky gray&lt;br /&gt;She Laughed and danced through the fieLd of graves&lt;br /&gt;There I knew we'd be aLright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything wiLL be aLright&lt;br /&gt;WiLL be aLright&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;how was schooL ?&lt;/span&gt; haha. my mom wouLd ask that when she gets home and sees my eyes that are &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"nangangaLumata"&lt;/span&gt; na [ ? ] and when i'd around the house not knowing that i was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sLeep waLking&lt;/span&gt; the whoLe time,  everyone wouLd taLk to me and Laugh. i've been doing the same thing the past few days, and it's Like, weird. haha. maybe i'm just too tired or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SjyOkJxE5qI/AAAAAAAAAj0/RytnxDii1rs/s1600-h/Define_stress____by_doombo_saves_the_day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SjyOkJxE5qI/AAAAAAAAAj0/RytnxDii1rs/s400/Define_stress____by_doombo_saves_the_day.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349307209157502626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how was schooL ?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found myseLf &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;reciting&lt;/span&gt; at aLmost every subject, unLike Last year [ gawd. i hope i don't get too much of that, i might end up Looking Like a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;show off&lt;/span&gt; or something. ]. i found myseLf &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;NOT GETTING LATE&lt;/span&gt; and getting to schooL on time, and i am PROUD. haha. i found myseLf &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;not hating math anymore&lt;/span&gt;, thank God. :] i found myseLf trying to behave in every subject unLike Last year, i wouLd taLk Like nonsense the whoLe day with my friends and not get the Lesson discussed. i found myseLf MISSING my friends from the other sections. :[ i found myseLf Laughing with peopLe other than my cLose friends. i found myseLf, actuaLLy amazed by some teachers. i found myseLf ignoring some friends from the past. i found myseLf getting cLose with peopLe i never thought wouLd be my friend. i found myseLf going home not that LATE anymore, Last year's sched was Like , 7:20am to 9:00pm, now's 6:40am to 6:00pm, atLeast ! :D . i found myseLf appreciating physics [ weird ]. i found myseLf usefuL by not getting into cLass positions and Letting others take the extra points for whatever they may be of use or whatever, i can't expLain it right. haha. i found myseLf keeping the secrets of others [ hah ! ]. i found myseLf CRAMMING, once again. i found myseLf not reading stuff carefuLL but stiLL ready for aLmost anything [ &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;we had a report in fiLipino wherein we'd have to get a picture or a drawing of a character in eL fiLibusterismo, i had to report the 21st character, which i thought was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MACARAIG&lt;/span&gt;, so i had to search everything about him, then the foLLowing day, i found myseLf having the same character with MADS [ my seatmate ], surprised, and panicking, i found out that&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; JUANITO PELAEZ &lt;/span&gt;was the 21st character, dang. so i studied him as fast as i could, good thing macaraig and juanito were both known as rich men, so my picture of the character was okay for the two, some of my cLassmates were even inLove with the image of juanito that i had. haha. so there, i reported the character having his desciptions searched for in just minutes. thank God. :D &lt;/span&gt;] found myseLf, actuaLLy thinking before saying anything. i found myseLf, a bit, envious of those who are happiLy committed with their bf's right now, i miss being Loved, i wish i took things seriousLy instead of pLaying around, but i guess i'm stiLL Lucky, knowing that peopLe actuaLLy care for me and are true to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"News reports on the radio said it was getting worse&lt;br /&gt;As the ocean air fanned the fLames&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't think of anywhere I wouLd've rather been&lt;br /&gt;To watch it aLL burn away, to burn away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The firemen worked in doubLe shifts&lt;br /&gt;With prayers for rain on their Lips&lt;br /&gt;They knew it was only a matter of time&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;GRAPEVINE FIRES - death cab for cutie &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : see my younger brother's bLog :P &lt;a href="http://walangmaicp.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sinigang na Paksiw&lt;/a&gt; weLcome him on bLogger. haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now with the thing i do best, CRAMMING :] . bye for now. xP and a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;happy father's day&lt;/span&gt; to aLL the daddies out there :] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://butterhorse.deviantart.com/art/Cramming-98393424"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SjyOO_eWHFI/AAAAAAAAAjs/nx2pOXIltEg/s1600-h/Cramming_by_Butterhorse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SjyOO_eWHFI/AAAAAAAAAjs/nx2pOXIltEg/s400/Cramming_by_Butterhorse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349306845617331282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-8447337333649944779?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/8447337333649944779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=8447337333649944779' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/8447337333649944779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/8447337333649944779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2009/06/sleep-walk.html' title='sLeep waLk'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SjyGaN79hHI/AAAAAAAAAjk/NnN3KpqVLqE/s72-c/playground_by_idontcare300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-4702152676161303703</id><published>2009-06-11T19:09:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T09:20:21.750+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swine flu. o common'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>once again for the Last time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SjDuo1f7rWI/AAAAAAAAAjU/sG3GjdDAS6w/s1600-h/Computers_in_the_Classroom_by_bw_inc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SjDuo1f7rWI/AAAAAAAAAjU/sG3GjdDAS6w/s400/Computers_in_the_Classroom_by_bw_inc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346035143011970402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my titLe seems a bit, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;weird and ironic&lt;/span&gt;, i guess, but hey, it appLies to what i am undergoing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though aLmost aLL of the universities here in the PhiLippines have extended the vacation for coLLege students [ &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hooray for them&lt;/span&gt; ], CCC goes on. haha. but there is stiLL one question that bothers me: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"coLLege students Lang ba ang pwedeng magkaswine fLu? immune ba ang eLementary at high schooL students sa virus?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess, instead of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;WHINING&lt;/span&gt; about why cLasses for the high schooL have aLready begun, i at Least shouLd be thankfuL for the fact that i have been given the opportunity to study in a private schooL whiLe other teenagers , work Like heLL just to earn money for them to have at Least 1 meaL a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i had to attend this &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;refresher cLass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at expert guides. Last june 6. and honestLy, i haven't made any friends there [ toink ]. Like, i was having the worst day of my Life waking up and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;forcing&lt;/span&gt; myseLf to attend the review cLass the past months. though everyone from my schooL [ ccc ] know me as an &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;extremeLy&lt;/span&gt; energetic, outgoing and friendLy person, at the review center, i was totaLLy &lt;U&gt;different&lt;/u&gt;. i'm this LittLe &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Loner&lt;/span&gt; girL who doesn't taLk to anyone. and what's even &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;worse&lt;/span&gt; is, back at ccc, you may know me as one of the top students from the piLot cLass, but at the review center, i'm a pea brain and a sLow Learner who doesn't get anything at aLL. dang. i've been attending the review cLass for Like, a month i guess, and everyday, i go to review cLass ALONE, sit inside the room ALONE, take a break ALONE and go home ALONE. dang. being a Loner is worse than being stuck inside a room with monkeys [ i guess ]. but anyways, i think it's not my cLassmates' fauLt, nor do the teachers have to take bLame for it, it's me who's giving myseLf a probLem. so for the refresher cLass we had to go to the kostka buiLding 8am then get a refresher exam on math. and i onLy got i think, beLow passing score. haha. i think onLy 1/4 of the cLass attended so at Lunch time, i just cut cLasses and went to sta.Lucia to buy stuff. and besides, the teacher toLd us that 1-5pm wouLd just be the pep taLk.&lt;br /&gt;so that was it for my review cLasses. i'm done. haha. but stiLL, i wish i had friends. toink. haha. :P but i guess it's stiLL okay since i have Lots of friends back at CCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, how was the 1st 3 days of cLass?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;1st day&lt;/u&gt; - i was LATE. dang. [ haha ] once again. Last year Late din ako nung 1st day ng kLase. thanks to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;karen &amp; eLizza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; na hinintay ako sa tapat ng simbahan kahit aLam niLang maLaLate din ako. haha. kaming daLawa ni &lt;B&gt;joed&lt;/b&gt; ang unang ginisa kasi tinanong ng aming adviser kung sino ang Laging naLaLate Last schooL year, Lahat nagtinginan saken kaya di ko na pedeng itanggi na guiLty ako. so ayun, tinanong kung anong oras ako umaaLis ng bahay, san ako nakatira, anong oras ako gumigising, natutuLog. ayun. di na tLaga pede magpaeasy easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ang section ko ay &lt;B&gt;st. aLoysius gonzaga&lt;/b&gt; at kami ang piLot section. so dahiL nasabi ko na ding ako ay kabiLang sa piLot section iisipin mo agad na kami'y mga &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;grade conscious GEEKS&lt;/span&gt;. but dude, you've got that aLL &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;. not aLL students from the piLot section are nerds nor hard to deaL with. most of us have Lots of friends, by Lots i mean hundreds or even thousands,but i guess i'm exaggerating.[ haha ]some come home Late, sometimes 11pm onwards, some have drinking sessions, some can pLay harder, and some other stuff you have no idea about. so i guess our generation's reaLLy MESSED UP big time. haha. but what i reaLLy want to point out here is that you shouLdn't judge someone by how or what peopLe caLL them, the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;piLot section&lt;/span&gt; may be the cream of the crop or the top cLass or whatever, but we're stiLL teenagers Like you, we do things that you do, some just have the wiLL to make their Lives productive. so pLease, stop caLLing us geeks. it reaLLy annoys not onLy me, but aLso aLL the "piLot students" out there. and we hate comparisons as much as you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there, 12 ng tanghaLi ang uwian pero 6pm kami nkaauwi ng aking mga kaibigang antukin. nag711 kasama sina eLizza, aica, ainah at karen at yung iba pang cLassmate. tapos naghiwahiwaLay na. pumunta naman kami ng karamihan sa bahay nina sharmain at tumambay hanggang sa umuLan ng maLakas at waLa nang nangyari sa buhay namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;2nd day&lt;/u&gt; - prepare to meet your teachers. remember, FIRST IMPRESSIONS COUNT. dang. so we had to stay behave as we need to. i was seated infront since i gave an excuse that i am a near sighted person. haha. i just didn't want to wear gLasses 'coz i find wearing it a bit irritating.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, some teachers were funny, some were strict, some a bit boring, some were fun to Listen to but what reaLLy amazed my day was our MAPEH teacher, i've been with her since 2nd year, 'coz we'd have to go to robinsons pioneer once a year for the PhiLippine DentaL Association Poster Making Contest which i never won and has aLways made me feeL down knowing that i've been a Loser on that contest twice aLready. haha. I can't reaLLy say that we're cLose because i rareLy taLk to her. i had my mom chat with her during the program. so here it was, she made us write our names on a 1/8 sheet of paper. weLL, we were used to that kind of stuff 'coz every year, teachers wouLd ask us to do that. so then she picked a paper from what we've passed and made that cLassmate stand up. She made the student introduce herseLf then what reaLLy creeps me out and amazes me at the same time is that she described our cLassmate by what she reaLLy is, with the use of her handwriting. and dang that was cooL. i knew that doing so isn't just the "panghuhuLa" thing, peopLe do study that kind of handwriting reading or whatever it's caLLed. we have this downLoaded acrobat book in our PSP wherein it educates the readers about human Languages. i haven't finished the book but it heLps the readers on how to deaL with peopLe, for exampLe, peopLe from such country wouLdn't want too much personaL contact because they beLieve this kind of human space tradition wherein space is their private territory, or  peopLe from these other countries wouLd think cLose personaL contact is a sign of friendship or what. it does so with how you'd know when a person is Lying or not, or when a person thinks you're funny or serious. but i'm not reaLLy sure if handwriting reading couLd be taught or mentioned in some books, but i think some books have that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so our teacher accurateLy said what our cLassmate reaLLy is, and everyone was Like "omg" because we were a bit freaked out. she did the same thing to some of our cLassmates, she even knew that my bestfriend has this famiLy probLem, and she's right. dang. since we onLy had 1 hour for MAPEH, not everyone was made to stand up and get introduced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had my UPCAT form processed, FINALLY. and then when i got home i had to faLL on my bed the moment i saw it and wake up 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;3rd day&lt;/u&gt; - Lessons have started. so since our adviser's an engLish teacher, engLish was our first subject and we had SPEAKER OF THE DAY for today. i guess it shouLdn't be caLLed speaker, but speakers instead because everyone had to pick a card and get asked questions then answer it infront of the cLass. its more Like an impromptu something. so here was my question :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are your insecurities in Life ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that was it or something eLse, most of my cLassmates reacted Like "owwww" because i know that if someone gets asked Like that, you'd feeL uncomfy, so here's what i said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;weLL, good morning everyone. weLL i guess i'm not much of an insecure person. i'm more of a jeaLous one. i'd sometimes see a friend having this bag and i'd say 'ohh i Like that bag!' and you'd see me having the same bag the other day. but if i were asked what my insecurities are, those wouLd be when there's this person who's good at pLaying voLLeybaLL or basketbaLL, or maybe when someone sings weLL, i'd get to ask myseLf why i didn't have the same taLent. but i guess that's how peopLe are created, in a way that each and every person has his or her own taLent. so i guess, insecurites, are normaL. &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kabisado ko pa ha. wLa Lng. haha. pero aaminin ko, ako yun taong &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;inggit&lt;/span&gt;, hindi insecure, inggit in a way na makita kong me gamit na ganito yung kaibigan ko, sasabihin ko na naiinggit ako at gusto ko rin ng ganun kaya bibiLi din ako. haha. kasi parang naisip ko rin, waLa naman akong dapat ika-insecure kasi mas maraming namamangha sakin . hahaha &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;joke&lt;/span&gt;. okay na ko sa mga pede kong gawin. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, back to the 3rd way thingy, tinambakan agad kami ng hw's, and one more thing, physics requires 6 pages/3 Leaves of homework summaries. dang. . hay. aLL i heard is ", "dahiL piLot kau dapat ganto..", " kayo Lang gaganyanin ko kasi piLot kau, dun sa non pi okay Lang na ganto ganyan..","dapat magawa neo to kasi piLot kayo". so i guess, mahirap nga taLaga. sobrang daming expectations, unLike nung 1st yr and 2nd yr ako. pedeng magpaeasy easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got home 6pm again, tambay muna with friends sa hoLy circLe. tomorrow's dexa's bday. i hope i couLd come. :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess that wouLd be everything for the Last 3 days. and btw, haha, 17 hours akong nkatuLog. grabe. antakaw ko sa tuLog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post has not been that informative and aLL that, so go read &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;perez hiLton's bLog &lt;/span&gt;instead. haha. i found it interesting, and educationaL. haha joke. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wait, why is my post titLe "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;once again for the Last time&lt;/span&gt;"? 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Typing qwertyuiopasdfghjklzxcvbnm on Google&lt;br /&gt;2. Interest in the French language&lt;br /&gt;3. Listening to Yoko Ono&lt;br /&gt;4. finding various hair styles&lt;br /&gt;5. having conversations with animals&lt;br /&gt;6. A strange obsession with either the word: TOMATO or CHEESE or even ONIONS. (also classed as mental retardation)&lt;br /&gt;7. Attempting to eat your jewelry. (This is also classed under INSANITY)&lt;br /&gt;8. Watching the x-factor.&lt;br /&gt;9. Reading something out loud and saying 'Period' instead of full stop and finding it amusing.&lt;br /&gt;10. Searching random words on the internet or in a dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;11. Being even slightly interested in boredom.&lt;br /&gt;12. Looking for something that will keep you unbored&lt;br /&gt;13. Reading this page&lt;br /&gt;14. going on MSN every so often to see if anyone has come online yet...&lt;br /&gt;15. Interest in the life of Susan B Anthony&lt;br /&gt;16. Doing random useless things, such as tYpInG iN aN aBnOrMaL FaShIoN!1!&lt;br /&gt;17. Unpleasant numbness&lt;br /&gt;18. Actually doing homework&lt;br /&gt;19. Fatigue, which may cause one to fall asleep on one's keybbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb\hjkkbbbdcdffv&lt;br /&gt;20. Searching Boredom in Uncyclopedia&lt;br /&gt;21. A desire to test certain types of strange drugs&lt;br /&gt;22. Interest in fashion&lt;br /&gt;23. Actually finding out what Aglets are&lt;br /&gt;24. Looking at your Aglets&lt;br /&gt;25. Reckless endangerment of life&lt;br /&gt;26. Going for romantic walk on the beach. Alone&lt;br /&gt;27. Conversion to Nihilism&lt;br /&gt;28. An ob$e$$ion with money and how to get more of it&lt;br /&gt;29. Frequent use of headphones&lt;br /&gt;30. eating not enough pie and then Going to Hell&lt;br /&gt;31. Complaining of boredom to friends and asking them to entertain you, when they are probably preoccupied and hoping you'll die of the boredom&lt;br /&gt;32. reading what will happen if you don't register on this website&lt;br /&gt;33. writing about what will happen if you dont register on this website&lt;br /&gt;34. staring at things&lt;br /&gt;35. looking at a table&lt;br /&gt;36. putting things on a table&lt;br /&gt;37. thinking of things to put on here&lt;br /&gt;38. listening to something your friend is listening to even though you don't like it&lt;br /&gt;39. talking to your dog&lt;br /&gt;40. sitting in a chair&lt;br /&gt;41. not registering on this website even though i am slightly worried about the IP Address thing&lt;br /&gt;42. just realizing that the last sentence i wrote was the longest one i've written in this article besides the one i am writing right now.&lt;br /&gt;43. not knowing what to add to this list&lt;br /&gt;44. adding whatever i think to this list&lt;br /&gt;45. realizing that that last two sentences match in length but i cannot be bothered counting the letters to see if they actually match in character amount length&lt;br /&gt;46. not really knowing what yourself is talking about and talking in 3rd person&lt;br /&gt;47. correcting someone else's punctuation &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. not bothering to add a asterix to the beginning of this sentence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. knowing what a asterix is&lt;br /&gt;50. knowing how to write an omega and alpha sign a and O&lt;br /&gt;51. making this list immensly long&lt;br /&gt;52. using the word immense&lt;br /&gt;53. using hyphens&lt;br /&gt;54. thinking hyphen rhymes with python&lt;br /&gt;55. Frequent trips to see one's friends&lt;br /&gt;56. Over-diagnosing yourself in an attempt to wane away the negativity you believe yourself to be afflicted with&lt;br /&gt;57. Trying to convert english to metric&lt;br /&gt;58. Uncontrollable urge to watch Final Destination&lt;br /&gt;59. Excess Ham sandwich eating&lt;br /&gt;60. Insufficient Ham sandwich eating&lt;br /&gt;61. Actually adding to this page&lt;br /&gt;62. The motivation to write the following passage, taking up Uncyclopedia's bandwidth: I am bored, oh very bored. So bored infact that i will solicit other users to add to this passage. boredom is fun, so fun infact that it isn't fun and will make me use a complete lack of punctuation and capitalization ah so bored the boredom makes me write absurd things. Absurd things I write. it is so borng that I will writ bad and not use punctuation to see if it is funny. It's not funny and I'm still so very bored. I'm avoiding doing even more boring things, but it's still so very boring.&lt;br /&gt;63. reading the passage above&lt;br /&gt;64. Death (by cliff diving)&lt;br /&gt;65. bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb&lt;br /&gt;66. The urge to add "hilarious" captions to otherwise somewhat bland photos of cats&lt;br /&gt;67. Trying to find the message in your cheerios&lt;br /&gt;68. authentic is not a big word.&lt;br /&gt;69. having a sudden urge to read the dictionary&lt;br /&gt;70. trying to outstare a cat&lt;br /&gt;71. obssesive urge to burn things&lt;br /&gt;72. giving in to the voices in your head&lt;br /&gt;73. actually listening&lt;br /&gt;74. George Bush suddenly starts making sensible remarks&lt;br /&gt;75. forgetting why you hate the french, american, russian and scottish&lt;br /&gt;76. the sudden unrelenting obsession with the lives of celebrities&lt;br /&gt;77. Taking the time to write the last sentence out in the middle of your first period class&lt;br /&gt;78. Reading uncyclopedia in first period in the first place&lt;br /&gt;79. Trying to find the location of the house of the one you secretly admire&lt;br /&gt;80. actually reading through this entire list &lt;br /&gt;81. Actually finding out about phobias like hippopotomonstrosequippedaliophobia&lt;br /&gt;82. Wanting to smell your penis&lt;br /&gt;83. Fantasizing about Ann Coulter&lt;br /&gt;84. Playing Pokemon&lt;br /&gt;85. Humping a pole&lt;br /&gt;86. Hey look, a butterfly &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Going "OMFG LOLZ DIS IS ONE FUNNI SHIT!1111oneoneoneeleventyhundred" right now, right here, this moment in time. I know you are doing it. You know you are. I know. I know you. I know where you live. I know everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. SHit im bored now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Reading this sentence.&lt;br /&gt;90. Reading another sentence that says something like this&lt;br /&gt;91. This is the sentence i was talking about&lt;br /&gt;92. Wait, was this the sentence i was talking about?&lt;br /&gt;93. Sweet Jesus! I appear to be amused by such witty sentences above&lt;br /&gt;94. Actually reading this far&lt;br /&gt;95. typing your name with your nose&lt;br /&gt;96. deort9q&lt;br /&gt;97. You must be some messed up kid reading this far&lt;br /&gt;98. No, seriously. You're probably wanking right now.&lt;br /&gt;99. Make sure you clean the keyboard, bloody hell i just cleaned that shit up a few minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;100. Taking the time to read these repetitive comments&lt;br /&gt;101. Reading Gulliver's Travels&lt;br /&gt;102. Looking up Gulliver's Travels&lt;br /&gt;103. Poking your cat&lt;br /&gt;104. Obsession over Nick Jonas's Hair&lt;br /&gt;105. Clicking on the link above&lt;br /&gt;106. Attempting to consume your own body parts. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a hand to eat.&lt;br /&gt;107. Talking to Stuart Horbury&lt;br /&gt;108. Leaving insults of someone you hate all over uncyclopedia (See above)&lt;br /&gt;109. Resorting to cannibalism to pass the time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ *from: &lt;a href="http://uncyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/Bored"&gt;http://uncyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/Bored&lt;/a&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SiY4rlRisII/AAAAAAAAAjM/Jdir-hObk8A/s1600-h/Motivational_Poster_18_by_Red_Exodus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SiY4rlRisII/AAAAAAAAAjM/Jdir-hObk8A/s400/Motivational_Poster_18_by_Red_Exodus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343020329312891010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*you have just wasted 5-10 minutes of your Life reading this post. :P mwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: CHEESE is LOVE. hahaha. x]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-8518061017441446965?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/8518061017441446965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=8518061017441446965' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/8518061017441446965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/8518061017441446965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2009/06/symptoms-of-boredom.html' title='Symptoms of Boredom'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SiY4eRMqzgI/AAAAAAAAAjE/0C2j0x3qfeY/s72-c/Boredom_Motivational_Poster_by_thesilverthief.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-1315251238323623543</id><published>2009-06-01T17:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:00:21.171+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uncylopedia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='math'/><title type='text'>KEWL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SiOgm2H26nI/AAAAAAAAAik/XGV1zl9ag58/s1600-h/300px-Caution_spa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SiOgm2H26nI/AAAAAAAAAik/XGV1zl9ag58/s400/300px-Caution_spa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342290172215487090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;searching for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lies ? naughtiness? impishness?&lt;/span&gt; something to Laugh at ? or are you just pLain freaking annoyed by the fact that everything you read on the net is too serious ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Main_Page"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; may provide Limited access for homework heLp, projects, reports, or just pLain answers to questions that need copy-paste abiLities, &lt;a href="http://uncyclopedia.wikia.com/"&gt;Uncyclopedia&lt;/a&gt; can provide you with unLimited ways to grin/smirk or Laugh. the first articLe i read there was aLL about &lt;a href="http://uncyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/Sparta"&gt;SPARTA&lt;/A&gt; from the movie 300. weLL i may not be Laughing Like heLL when i read the articLe, but stiLL, it made me Laugh. haha. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the help of Math, we can prove that &lt;a href="http://uncyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/Math"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;girls are evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: [ mwahaha xP ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Girls take time and money, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.wikia.com/wikitex/images/c/cb/cbd/ac1f70927f75580bb3df3963be78f1.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we know that time is money... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.wikia.com/wikitex/images/0/04/049/04bdc2486c0a7e1f611edc8608a451.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.wikia.com/wikitex/images/7/79/792/098c5aafb4a39e29def7caf7c766f1.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, money is the root of all evil... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.wikia.com/wikitex/images/8/86/86a/cf6cb6c602916b294a95f556b7e4a1.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So therefore: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.wikia.com/wikitex/images/3/3e/3e7/27430245fb4e7a384c200c9f3d8841.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am forced to conclude that: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.wikia.com/wikitex/images/d/d4/d43/328441026cbafd75f719f773243d71.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, girls are evil.  [ hahaha, this one's reaLLy good xD ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://uncyclopedia.wikia.com/"&gt;Uncyclopedia&lt;/a&gt; aLso features words quoted from significant persons in history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;I&gt;“All this science, I don't understand.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;B&gt; ~ Rocket Man on &lt;U&gt;Science&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;I&gt;“Math, my dear boy, is nothing more than the lesbian sister of biology.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;B&gt;  ~ Family Guy on &lt;U&gt;Math&lt;/u&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;I&gt;“Madness?!?!? This is CALCULUS!!!”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;B&gt;~ Leonidas on &lt;U&gt;Calculus&lt;/u&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;I&gt;“Can also be used as a first name!”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;B&gt; ~ Art Malik on &lt;U&gt;art&lt;/u&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not onLy that, but it couLd aLso provide freakishLy "heLpfuL"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;PRACTICE PROBLEMS ON MATH&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Find the quadratic formula of pipi.&lt;br /&gt;2. Find the orange of b.&lt;br /&gt;3. Solve f(conjunction junction)&lt;br /&gt;4. Find the quotient of e in Z8.&lt;br /&gt;5. What color is the blue whale's pelvis?&lt;br /&gt;6. Is there a cow level?&lt;br /&gt;7. Modify the phase variance of Avogadro's Number.&lt;br /&gt;8. Pause the recession of a lateral congruency.&lt;br /&gt;9. Plug in the hot pocket variable into f squared.&lt;br /&gt;10. Flow Einstein's theory of repulsion in f# melodic minor.&lt;br /&gt;11. Harmonize "Happy Birthday" to the power of x.&lt;br /&gt;12. Give your math teacher a cookie. With style.&lt;br /&gt;13. Determine the composition of an algebraic IV6.&lt;br /&gt;14. Describe the asymptote of the exponential formula b^am!&lt;br /&gt;15. Evaluate pi(pi^pi3x451826)^k=yx1824&lt;br /&gt;16. Deduce the geometry verb to the power of 20.&lt;br /&gt;17. Predict the outcome of 42 dice rolled in unison and in thirds.&lt;br /&gt;18. Make a number line of the juice margin, not including real numbers.&lt;br /&gt;19. A dog needs a home. Build him a theoretical doghouse using mud and sod. Determine the radius of the door if the hinges remain open at 24º.&lt;br /&gt;20. Find the surface area of a spherical mushroom. Show it to the class.&lt;br /&gt;21. Design a verbal model for the Pythagorean Theorem, using only being verbs.&lt;br /&gt;22. Convert a gallon to kilometers making sure to respect significant figures.&lt;br /&gt;23. Observe a tertiatic exponent under a microscope, avoiding corrosive substances at all costs. Justify your conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;24. Determine the intrinsic determinant of anomalies embedded within the infrastructural mainframes, omitting any flux cycles. Comment upon your results. Create a bibliographic entry sample for it, categorizing it as an unsigned essay throughout. Sign the essay.&lt;br /&gt;25. Find the past perferct progressive form of x.&lt;br /&gt;26. Identify a (passing tone)2.&lt;br /&gt;27. Resolve the i6 orange alert for all real numbers.&lt;br /&gt;28. Evaluate the MEXICAN FACTOR (i!).&lt;br /&gt;29. Determine the fatal puncture probability of a stage dive by Craig Jones.&lt;br /&gt;30. Break the rules of x=y.&lt;br /&gt;31. Why was 0 afraid of 1?&lt;br /&gt;32. Create a model for the half-life of TFMF (pipii!).&lt;br /&gt;33. Find the wow spectrum.&lt;br /&gt;34. Calculate the probability of a red letter day in 2007. in 2008. Compare your answers and convert the difference to moles.&lt;br /&gt;35. Discover the law of conservation of prison time ceteris paribus without eligibility for parole.&lt;br /&gt;36. Find the Asian Advantage in ping-pong using the Chinese Industrial Increase Factor and the Overly Athletic Baby Probability.&lt;br /&gt;37. Reconcile differences between C-4 and C4 in a therapeutic manner. Organize results in a data table.&lt;br /&gt;38. Using the scietific method, devise a plan for the liberation of Russia on a scale of 1:100,000 people per potato. Incorporate the Trans-Siberian Railroad and/or Orchestra and present your plans to a council. Remember to preserve chip factories.&lt;br /&gt;39. Solve the quadratic formula using the mass of the unkown. Find all possible ions and isotopes.&lt;br /&gt;40. Convert Euros to Street Cred. Adjust for inflation and respect significant figures.&lt;br /&gt;41. Find the lostprophets.&lt;br /&gt;42. Prove beyond a reasonable doubt that math is the universal language. present your case to a judge and jury.&lt;br /&gt;43. Create a step function for Mary Had A Little Lamb in F# Major. Transpose for Bb Trumpet.&lt;br /&gt;44. Graph a mushroom.&lt;br /&gt;45. Find the Devil's log (for common logarithims).&lt;br /&gt;46. Create a statistical anomaly, giving respects to x as a coefficiant of all probable radiations from center, C, of a polynomial symptomatic septum. Integrate all limits of c-span and nineteeth century British Parliament.&lt;br /&gt;47. Prove the Riemann hypothesis using the Tamaya-Shimura conjecture. Integrate and differentiate the results with all possible derivatives and state the counter-example to the exception.&lt;br /&gt;48. How have retrospective recessions of the tree-line on Mt. Everest affected corruption on the custodial level? Consider both Western and Eastern philosophical traditions.&lt;br /&gt;49. Calculate Graham's number to the millionth digit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ *source : &lt;a href="http://uncyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/"&gt;HERE&lt;/A&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;and now on a much more Lighter side:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SiOmcbhDSSI/AAAAAAAAAi0/9OeHC034XHk/s1600-h/DSC03830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SiOmcbhDSSI/AAAAAAAAAi0/9OeHC034XHk/s400/DSC03830.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342296590344472866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"you can't pLay broken strings"&lt;/span&gt; - and i mean that LiteraLLy, haha. so i headed to powerpLay in sta.Lucia to get things done. now aLL i need is a guitar tuner, but it costs i think 600-900 pesos so never mind, i had the peopLe in powerpLay tune it instead. haha whatever, i'm not much of a good guitar pLayer, and i'm not that taLented either so i don't know much about what i shouLd do with it and how and why or never mind. haha. now, what i'm doing now is caLLed babbLing. and enough with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i just reaLized that&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; BLABBING&lt;/span&gt; ang &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;BABBLING&lt;/span&gt; are two different things, &lt;U&gt;BLABBING&lt;/u&gt; is Like spreading rumors/gossiping whiLe &lt;U&gt;BABBLING&lt;/u&gt; is more Like taLking nonsense/gibberish, so maybe i shouLd say bLabbing Less often coz what i'm reaLLy doing most of the time is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;BABBLING &lt;/span&gt;. now, that's usefuL i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Let's go back to another side, but this time, an irritating side&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SiOu9zEtdAI/AAAAAAAAAi8/FQfUze7oRNk/s1600-h/tweet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SiOu9zEtdAI/AAAAAAAAAi8/FQfUze7oRNk/s400/tweet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342305959696757762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not trying to point out that we fiLipinos, most of the time commit grammaticaL errors when we speak engLish, it's just that, i'm irritated by the fact that peopLe think they can steaL something from my bLog just because it's entitLed &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;steaL&lt;/span&gt; my words. what the heLL. my bLog post &lt;a href="http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2009/04/about-me-daw.html"&gt;"about me.. daw"&lt;/a&gt; has been a bit much of a search engine favorite when peopLe type &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"about me"&lt;/span&gt; on googLe or yahoo, and most of the time, they end up on my nonsense bLog. and someone, copied what i have typed in that post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the heck is wrong with some peopLe, can't they make up a seLf description by themseLves?! you may see her e-maiL add on my tagbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wouLd have not been mad if she couLd have just given credits to the person she took the whoLe thing from, or at Least gave the source or at Least Let me say yes or that she couLd copy my bLog post before even putting it on her page. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;centeR&gt;&lt;img src="http://lorelle.files.wordpress.com/2006/10/stoptheftred2.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, foLLow me on &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/cm66fatalerror"&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt; . haha. xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-1315251238323623543?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/1315251238323623543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=1315251238323623543' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/1315251238323623543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/1315251238323623543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2009/06/kewl.html' title='KEWL'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SiOgm2H26nI/AAAAAAAAAik/XGV1zl9ag58/s72-c/300px-Caution_spa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-3532653862330859822</id><published>2009-05-23T17:01:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:11:45.904+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phineas and ferb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buttons'/><title type='text'>cLickies :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;center&gt;There's 104 days of summer vacation&lt;br /&gt;Till school comes along just to end it&lt;br /&gt;So the annual problem for our generation&lt;br /&gt;Is finding a good way to spend it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like maybe!&lt;br /&gt;Building a rocket&lt;br /&gt;Or fighting a mummy&lt;br /&gt;Or climbing up the Eiffel Tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discovering something that doesn't exist &lt;br /&gt;Or giving a monkey a shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surfing tidal waves&lt;br /&gt;Creating nano bots&lt;br /&gt;Or locating Frankenstein's brain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding a dodo bird&lt;br /&gt;Painting a continent&lt;br /&gt;Or driving your sister insane &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see&lt;br /&gt;There's a whole lot of stuff to do&lt;br /&gt;Before school starts this fall &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; Phineas and Ferb&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha . sorry na . isip bata e kaya puro cartoons Lang pinapanood. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2 weeks Left for summer vacation &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[ awww !!! ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what have i done the whoLe summer ? tinatamad ako magtype kaya di ko na sasagutin yang tanong na yan. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how am i now ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weLL, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i am overjoyed by the fact that i'm singLe again.&lt;/span&gt; yay. mwahahaha.  waLa nang makuLit.&lt;br /&gt;xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just made buttons/banners/cLickabLes/Linkies, how do you name these things ??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f308/celine_qm/BLOGGER.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1753672791"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f308/celine_qm/FACEBOOK.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/cm66fatalerror"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f308/celine_qm/TWITTER.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/cena44kairi"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f308/celine_qm/FRIENDSTER.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://cm66fatalerror.multiply.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f308/celine_qm/MULTIPLY.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://stealmycreativity.hi5.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f308/celine_qm/HI5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/stealmycreativity"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f308/celine_qm/MYSPACE.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jamlegend.com/user/fatalerror66"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f308/celine_qm/JAMLEGEND.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not done making buttons/banners/cLickabLes/Linkies yet, i stiLL have a Lot of accounts to maintain. so, that wouLd be aLL. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and yeah, beLated&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; happy bday &lt;/span&gt;to&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; cam, chy &amp; joed.&lt;/span&gt; [ saLamat sa pakain. hahaha. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sorry if i haven't been abLe to repLy to most of your messages&amp;comments LateLy, i've been too busy pLaying facebook apps and some other games. haha. :P thanks anyway to those who never forget to comment my posts here. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do answer my facebook quiz. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/quizdoyouknowme/take_quiz.jsp?q=4115237&amp;key=1W6J&amp;tr=0406&amp;rid=1753672791"&gt; http://apps.facebook.com/quizdoyouknowme/take_quiz.jsp?q=4115237&amp;key=1W6J&amp;tr=0406&amp;rid=1753672791&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; that wouLd be the Link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; kris aLLen is &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!&lt;/span&gt; [ sorry, this is the onLy way i couLd express my fan girLy joy when he won. ] haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/ShfLq8MuyOI/AAAAAAAAAic/UMbk5fa0J3c/s1600-h/kris-allen3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/ShfLq8MuyOI/AAAAAAAAAic/UMbk5fa0J3c/s400/kris-allen3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338959821845481698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i Loved it when he sang &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HEARTLESS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.casttv.com/embed/vo2kpf" style="width: 470px; height: 308px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" frameborder="0" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-3532653862330859822?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/3532653862330859822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=3532653862330859822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/3532653862330859822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/3532653862330859822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2009/05/clickies-d.html' title='cLickies :D'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/ShfLq8MuyOI/AAAAAAAAAic/UMbk5fa0J3c/s72-c/kris-allen3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-8447989369873739923</id><published>2009-05-18T19:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:01:14.221+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selpong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pagnanakaw'/><title type='text'>maganda bang business ang pagnanakaw?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/ShPpK36vVeI/AAAAAAAAAiU/9nVREh16R3w/s1600-h/stealcar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/ShPpK36vVeI/AAAAAAAAAiU/9nVREh16R3w/s400/stealcar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337866356382455266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time something unfortunate happens to me, I make it a point to think of the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"at Least I [ &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;insert positive verb here&lt;/span&gt; ]" stuff&lt;/span&gt; so i don't feeL too upset. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;"Ano ang pinagkaiba ng out-of-school youth na shoplifter at Harvard-graduate na corrupt government official?"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; - BOB ONG&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;weLL, maganda nga bang business ang pagnanakaw&lt;/span&gt; ? is it aLways, the &lt;I&gt;easier&lt;/i&gt; way ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; it's just Like, bibiLi ka ng &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;matinong damit&lt;/span&gt; para kapag sumakay ka ng jeep, 'di haLatang mandurukot ka, and who knows, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;magandang investment&lt;/span&gt; ang pagbiLi ng formaL cLothes dahiL ang makukuha mo namang feedback dito ay &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ceLLphones that cost thousands&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;waLLets&lt;/span&gt; with credit cards, atm cards, id's, and a Lot of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;money&lt;/span&gt; in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you couLd even just &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;run Like the wind &lt;/span&gt;whiLe taking the risk kapag gusto mong nakawin ang bag ni manang diyan sa kaLsada, aba, magandang exercise siguro 'yon?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or you can have yourseLf a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;higher invsetment&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;making a name&lt;/span&gt;, paying for &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;commerciaL ads&lt;/span&gt;, and voiLa, get eLected as a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;poLitician&lt;/span&gt;, and you can now steaL money &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;big time&lt;/span&gt;, without even the worry of getting caught by the poLice 'coz hey, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;you are&lt;/span&gt; a poLitician anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say , and admit na Lapitin ako ng &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;magnanakaw, adik, bastos, mandurugas, mandurukot&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;you name it&lt;/span&gt;. [I wouLd Like to say sorry in advance to whatever bad word i am about to say.  if you're impatient enough, you might as weLL go directLy to the part 6 of this post to make the Long story short or better, Leave my site. And pLease, do correct me incase of grammaticaL errors, that wouLd reaLLy heLp. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6 times &lt;/span&gt;that peopLe have been steaLing things from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;someone stoLe something from me event #1:&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - the first time was when i was just a four year oLd and i had a heLLo kitty purse that had a twenty peso biLL and some 5 centavo coins in it.That time we were in worLds of fun, sta.Lucia, knowing that it has been missing from my pocket, we tried finding it and surprisingLy, we did, inside the women's wash room. it was on the fLoor and was open, and the money was no Longer there. that was the time that i then reaLized that peopLe wouLd steaL from a kid just for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;someone stoLe something from me event #2:&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- when i was on the 2nd grade, i was just transfered from mcjs to ccc. so everything's new, and i had no idea that even students wouLd steaL money from their cLassmates. a had another coin purse which my Late grandma gave me, it had a ten peso biLl in it. one of my cLassmates, knowing that i have such amount of money, asked me if i couLd give her my ten pesos because she needed the money for her mom's medicine, and she was even Laughing that time so i toLd her no. it was then break time so i had to pee [ hahaha ], i went to the cr and the time i went back our room, my ten peso biLL was no Longer in my purse which i Left inside my bag. I aLways thought to myseLf that maybe i shouLd just make myseLf beLieve that my cLassmate reaLly needed the money for her mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;someone stoLe something from me event #3:&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Grade 6, i had my very first waLLet that had 300 pesos in it and voiLa, someone stoLe it from my bag. I found my waLLet in the schooL's parking Lot, 2 or 3 weeks after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;someone stoLe something from me event #4:&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 1st year highschooL: it was december, i had 1,500 pesos + in my waLLet. i decided to hangout with aica, cam and karissa so we went to worLds of fun. i toLd them that tickets for rides were my treat, so i went to the ticket booth and bought tickets using my 1,000 peso biLL. my change was Like 900 pesos. so that makes 1,400 pesos Left in my purse. We road the aLL time boring ride, the horror tunneL train, or whatever that things is. i wanted to sit beside one of my friends, karissa was at my Left, but then some fat Lady came to our pLace and sat beside me, at my right. She had with her another Lady who sat infront of me. i toLd my friends that maybe we shouLd sit somewhere eLse [ because the fat Lady was suffocating me with her gigantic occupation of the space ] , but the Lady repLied, "Hinde, dito na Lang kayo". Since my friends were too shy to Leave, they agreed we stay. Throughout the ride, the f*cking fat woman was screaming Like heLL, i never knew why because i know for a fact that the ride doesn't scare anyone. The other lady infront of me was Like mute and never said a word, she was just covering her face whiLe we, innocent teenagers were in a bit of shock and were quiet because we were too weirdofied [ if such word exists ] by the women sitting with us. The fat Lady was Like moving her body Like heLL whiLe screaming. And that my friend, was her modus operandi. A totaL of 3 turns were made by the trainand as the boring trip was over and the train stopped, the 2 women immediateLy Left the train Leaving no trace of themseLves. It was then i reaLized that my waLLet was gone from my right pocket. We went back the train, specificaLLy, the pLace were we sat and saw my purse, but it was open and my money was no Longer there. POOF goes most of the money i saved. My friends tried to find them but we had no idea wher the heLL they went and so the day we shouLd have enjoyed got sickened by the fact that my money was stoLen. But that time, instead of whining about how my Life sucked big time that moment, i toLd my friends, "Isipin na Lang natin pambiLi niLa yun ng gatas ng anak niLa." and so we "enjoyed" the remaining tickets i bought by riding the bump cars.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;someone stoLe something from me event #5:&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd year high schooL: i had my 3rd ceLlphone, Sony Ericsson W300i, it costs Like 18,000 pesos and was even bought from Dubai. I had it since our Christmas in Hong Kong when i was in first year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was Like 7:00pm, I was with Karen and Andrej, we were on our way to Karen's house to pLay  Nintendo wii and do our script in MAPEH. My ceLLphone was inside my schooL skirt's pocket. I even remembered that the Last text message i read was from Jen. So we were enjoying every singLe moment we had Laughing and taLking untiL the time i had to put my hand in my pocket aand see if there were any text messages for me and yes, it wasn't there. Karen was upstairs, i was panicking, teLLing Drej meaningfuL words such as "sh*t! sh*t! cp ko?!" and "tae!tae! patay ako!" . We Liked texted my number a miLLion times begging the person who took it to give it back. we even tried caLling it and aLL we heard from the answer was the beautifuL sound of moving cars [ sorry for the sarcasm ]. I had no chance of getting it back.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;someone stoLe something from me event #6:&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;May 15, 2009:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pLanned on meeting with Karen at the oh-so overrated tree house at CCC so we couLd have our UP Secondary Forms fiLLed up by the schooL principaL.I toLd her to wait for me at 8:30am but as i was about to Leave the house at 8am, Karen texted me and toLd me that she just woke up and asked if we couLd just meet 10:30 am. I agreed. So this time i had my 6th ceLLphone, another SE. Iningatan ko pa yun ng sobra kasi bago Lang. 10am, i went to NationaL bookstore to have my forms photocopied and then i bought enveLopes. I had inside my bag a bLue waLlet and a bLue puch which had my ceLlphone, id and some jewerLy that i shouLd be wearing once i get my 1x1 photos taken.I rode a jeepney to Cainta and a man who was wearing a maroon poLo, moved and gave space for me to sit beside him. I was going to pay my fare as i saw the man sitting beside me Looking at my waLLet. From that moment, i've thought that he wanted something, Looking at the amount of money i had in my waLLet. I couLdn't move or even take another seat because the jeepney was aLmost fuLL and there it goes, the man Left the vehicLe with some other guys when we reached Makro/ViLLage East. When the ride got past junction, it was then i noticed that my bag had a f*cking hoLe on its side. Crap, i immediateLy Looked through my stuff and there i started to panick, my bLue puch was no Longer there. I didn't know if shouLd Like, stupidLy and courageousLy waste my time by Leaving the jeep and go to viLlage east to find the f*cking thief who stoLe my stuff or just go to where i must and feeL wasted. And so i chose being wasted, knowing that i wouLd feeL the same if i tried running after the thief. I even thought of Like going to the bank and withdrawing 20,000 so i can buy another ceLlphone Like what i had and pretend nothing happened.So the jeepney stopped at Our Lady of Light Parish, i ran as fast as i couLd to the tree house, Karen was there, she was even Laughing at me [ we normaLly Laugh at each other whenever we meet, it's a sign that we're happy and ready for another hiLarious day ], but as i was fast approaching,her smiLe sLowLy fades, knowing that something was wrong. I was Like, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"sh*t! ant*nga ko! nanakaw nanaman cp ko!! t*ng*na!&lt;/span&gt;". I was crying so hard, she never knew what to say. She tried caLLing my number, but she couLd no Longer reach it, the f*cking guy who took it must have taken the sim card out, what an expert, he aLready knew what to do. We caLled my mom and toLd her what happenned whiLe i was stiLl crying to death that even the crazy person Living at the tree house Laughed at me, and take note he's crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The f*cking guy who took my pouch, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;reaLLy hit the jackpot&lt;/span&gt;, not onLy has he the opportunity to seLL my ceLLphone which i had onLy for a month [ had it Last apriL 15, got stoLen may 15 ], he can aLso seLL my unisiLver neckLaces that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;he &lt;/span&gt;gave me that i never got to wear! [ i wanted to wear it in schooL ] And my ID! That was the second time i had to repLace it and now i have to get another one again for this incoming schooL year. And what reaLly sucks about it is that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ang ganda ko sa picture ko dun&lt;/span&gt; [ haha just kidding ] &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What reaLLy bothers me&lt;/span&gt; is that our LandLine number and address is written there, how couLd we ever sLeep without having the fear that a bunch of guys who saw my ID might just sneak in to our house, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;rob us, kiLl us, and burn the whoLe structure down&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;That wouLd be a totaL buLLsh*t&lt;/span&gt; i shouLd say. [ weLl pLease, do pray that such thing won't happen to our famiLy]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana yung waLLet ko na Lang yung kinuha niya. I figured na kaya hindi niya nakuha ang taLagang pakay niya, which is my waLLet i guess, kasi masyado itong maLaki para magkasya sa butas na ginawa niya sa bag ko, kaya yung puch na Lang ang dinekwat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as we were entering the campus, we saw miss moreno and greeted her good morning, she was a bit confused and surprised seeing me teary eyed and aLL that, so i had to Let her take a Look at the hoLe in the bag [ yes, Let's make a reaLity show out of it, instead of hole in the waLL, why not hoLe in the bag d*mnit. ] She toLd us that my 2nd year adviser, Mrs.Lineses [ who just passed away, god bLess her souL] had the same experience, and the thief aLso departed at viLlage east [ which my father toLd me to have been a hideout or run through of most thieves, weLl no offense to those who Live there, i admire the viLlage for its cLeanLiness and spacious roads and streets]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as for me, i have no ceLL phone now, sorry if i might have been too &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;materiaListic &lt;/span&gt;in this post, the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;memories were just too awfuL&lt;/span&gt;. But what can i say, &lt;U&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;at Least i Learned&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that every person who stoLe what i had used it for the good of their famiLy. Sa Lahat ng nagnakaw sa ain, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"enjoy" &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;saLamat&lt;/span&gt; kasi dahiL sa inyo, natuto ako at naLaman kong mahirap magtiwaLa sa mga taong nasa paLigid. So yeah, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LET'S GET PARANOID&lt;/span&gt;. haha joke. xD&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/ShPomVDU5qI/AAAAAAAAAiM/GcxvP_36va0/s1600-h/steal.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 394px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/ShPomVDU5qI/AAAAAAAAAiM/GcxvP_36va0/s400/steal.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337865728547940002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-8447989369873739923?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/8447989369873739923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=8447989369873739923' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/8447989369873739923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/8447989369873739923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2009/05/maganda-bang-business-ang-pagnanakaw.html' title='maganda bang business ang pagnanakaw?'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/ShPpK36vVeI/AAAAAAAAAiU/9nVREh16R3w/s72-c/stealcar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-782652463820274157</id><published>2009-05-13T20:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:02:00.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poet&apos;s heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lab'/><title type='text'>safe .</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt; matagaL tagaL tagaL tagaL tagaL tagaL tagaL tagaL tagaL tagaL tagaL tagaL tagaL tagaL tagaL tagaL tagaL tagaL tagaL tagaL tagaL tagaL tagaL tagaL tagaL tagaL tagaL tagaL tagaL tagaL tagaL din akong 'di nakapagpost. ito ay dahiL sira ang aming computer. pero isipin mo yun, nag-abaLa pa kong magpost . naka &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;safe mode &lt;/span&gt; Lang ang kompyuter na to kaya kada scroLL ko pababa,kadabagong tab, cLick dito, cLick doon, open nito, open noon, nagka&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;crash&lt;/span&gt; ang moziLLa firefox. anak ng tipakLong ha? waLang virus na dumapo sa kompyuter na ito. sadyang namatay Lang siya habang nagLaLaro ng NBA 2K9 ang aking kapatid at nang irestart ay hindi na muLi matatanaw ang magandang bating pagtanggap ng windows xp. at waLa na akong ibang maaaring maipaLiwanag dahiL waLa akong aLam sa ganitong mga bagay at kaiLangan sigurong bumiLi ng bagong videocard. at dahiL ang aking ama'y Lagi na Lang gumagastos sa pagpapaayos ng pc, tv, dvd, bubong, kusina, pc, ceLLphone, pc at pc, kami na raw ang dapat magbayad sa pagpapagawa. tanggap ko at aprub ako sa ganitong kLaseng statement para matuto naman kami, pero sa totoo Lang e dapat hindi daw ako kasama sa mag-aambag sa magkakapatid dahiL waLa naman daw akong ginagawang masama sa kompyuter na ito? hahahhaa. ewan ko kung bakit. at ayun nga, dahiL kami'y mga gusgusing mag-aaraL Lamang, waLang maipantutustos na pambayad. mangungutang na Lang sakin ang aking mga kapatid . aww. TT  samantaLang me kanya kanya naman kaming pera sa bangko, bat di siLa magwithdraw? hahaha. daming rekLamo eh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; paano ko mapapakain ang pet ko sa &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pet society&lt;/span&gt; ? isang araw Lang ako nakapagLaro nun sa buong buhay ko dahiL ngayon Lang ako nakagawa ng account sa &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; facebook&lt;/span&gt;. mamamatay ba ang pet doon? haha. paano kapag namatay ang pet ? ano nang mangyayari sa mga ari arian ko? sa kanyang mga damit? maaari bang maresurrect ang pet na namatay na? mapupunta ba siya sa impyerno dahiL hindi siya nagbibigay ng gifts sa kanyang kapwa pet o sa heaven dahiL waLa namang siyang puwang sa reaLidad ng mundo?  at  bLahbLahbLahbLahbLahbLahbLahbLah ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, ngayon Lang ako nakarating sa &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;university of the phiLippines&lt;/span&gt;. incoming 4th year high schooL na ko and kaiLangan ko na ng universities from i which i can make my future. first stop ang UP and kasama ko sina &lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;aica, karen, czarina and dexa&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; . we had so much fun there. nakarating din kami ng trinoma. nagyaya kasi ako ng mga cLassmates and some schooLmates na pedeng samahan akong kumuha ng appLication form. and yun. [ yung iba waLang Load, yung iba wapakeLs, yung iba naman hindi aLam kung ano ang upcat. ] :] mejo paeksena pa kami dun sa campus. haha. isip bata kasi. kukuha din ako ng entrance exam sa &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ateneo&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ust&lt;/span&gt;. gusto ko taLaga sa ateneo kaso syempre, waLa akong assurance na makakapasa ako sa &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;acet&lt;/span&gt;. at mas LaLo naman sa &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;upcat&lt;/span&gt;. weLL, ayun, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i need your prayers&lt;/span&gt;. kasi my parents think i'm too smart and i can easiLy pass entrance exams . masyado siLang nag-eexpect from me . mataLino, magaLing nasa top naman daw ako kaya makakapasa ako. pauLit uLit ko ng sinasabi na "&lt;I&gt;iba ang madiskarte sa mataLino.&lt;/i&gt;" .  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/Sgq7QC4l06I/AAAAAAAAAiE/C6lB1qvk-Cw/s1600-h/Pag_ibig_na_Dakila_by_cippow25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/Sgq7QC4l06I/AAAAAAAAAiE/C6lB1qvk-Cw/s400/Pag_ibig_na_Dakila_by_cippow25.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335282592900305826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi ko maaaring maipaLiwanag ang nais kong ipahayag sa imaheng ito dahiL hindi ko siya maviview ng maLinaw at matino dahiL &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the appLication requires that your video dispLay be configured to support no Less than 256 coLors&lt;/span&gt;, basta ang aLam ko &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pag-ibig daw ay dakiLa. &lt;/span&gt; at nakita ko Lang to sa mga foLders ko para masabi namang me image ang post na ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabe ha ? dami pang paLiwanag. gusto ko Lang naman taLagang ishare ang poem na to ni bLuedreams. di ko sya kiLaLa , pero *appLause* ang ganda ng obra niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;U&gt; THE POET'S HEART&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No uttered words the poet speaks,&lt;br /&gt;No skies of golden hue,&lt;br /&gt;No tales of unrequited love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;They were lost when I lost you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No words to caress his lover's heart,&lt;br /&gt;And gone the dreams he swore they'd live,&lt;br /&gt;But alone within the poet dwells,&lt;br /&gt;No uttered words... &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;none left to give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No music swells within his soul,&lt;br /&gt;Just silence surrounds his heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;And the solitude engulfs his world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the poet and love depart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lost the beauty he once could see,&lt;br /&gt;And the glory he saw each day,&lt;br /&gt;Now the poet pens his last farewell,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;No more love can he convey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;But what's the poet's soul to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To release the love he feels,&lt;br /&gt;For he'll surely die and wither,&lt;br /&gt;If that love he now conceals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He must hide the hurt and heartache,&lt;br /&gt;Just smile to friends and say,&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine... love doesn't matters,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;And deceive them all that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a different face he'll show them,&lt;br /&gt;To barricade his pain,&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hide his shattered spirit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the love he ne'er attained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the pain within shall kill him,&lt;br /&gt;Not soon but through the years,&lt;br /&gt;For the poet knows his anguish,&lt;br /&gt;When alone he sheds her tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at night when dreams come calling,&lt;br /&gt;With&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; her voice, her smile... her eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A single tear upon his cheek,&lt;br /&gt;Hides the pain his heart belies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For he loved her soul completely,&lt;br /&gt;Was consumed by beauty's bliss,&lt;br /&gt;Had shared her inner thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;But never shared her kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when death comes to the poet,&lt;br /&gt;And to heaven his soul ascends,&lt;br /&gt;He'll smile before her beauty,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;For eternity never ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So will the poet regret the life,&lt;br /&gt;Which stole away the years,&lt;br /&gt;No he'll simply&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; recall the love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He felt in all her tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when his love has joined him,&lt;br /&gt;And they meet in heaven's bliss,&lt;br /&gt;Their regrets will quickly perish,&lt;br /&gt;As they kiss their first sweet kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the words will quickly flow again,&lt;br /&gt;From my thoughts, to hand... to book,&lt;br /&gt;I'll not write of God or Heaven,&lt;br /&gt;When upon your face I look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the poet's again a poet,&lt;br /&gt;For the words were always there,&lt;br /&gt;I just didn't see much beauty,&lt;br /&gt;When your love I couldn't share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So their souls will find the love at last,&lt;br /&gt;That in life they could not seek,&lt;br /&gt;And the poet soon finds the words in you...&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; words... he could not speak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*appLause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another poem from someone whose name i do not know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I wonder if he realizes how much I care about him...&lt;br /&gt;That I spend hours thinking about him...&lt;br /&gt; Hours talking about him.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he realizes that all my friends know all about him,&lt;br /&gt; But he doesn't even know them.&lt;br /&gt; Does it even cross his mind that someone right under his nose cares so much for him?&lt;br /&gt; That everything makes me think of him....&lt;br /&gt; Many song lyrics remind me of him.&lt;br /&gt;Does it occur to him that the person who loves him is right in front of him?&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's not that obvious.&lt;br /&gt; One day I'll tell him everything...&lt;br /&gt; How I've day-dreamed about us being together...&lt;br /&gt; Maybe one day I'll tell him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;But today is not that day&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i'm not in Love or whatsoever okay? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;*notice: paano ba makipagbreak sa taong nareaLize mo Lang na hindi mo paLa mahaL? pero mahaL na mahaL ka niya at seryosong seryoso siya sa'yo hanggang sa pati future niya pinapLano niya na kasama ka samantaLang mga bata pa naman kayo ? okay, i know, ang manhid and bastos ng move na gagawin ko. pero i just need the right words. para hindi na patagaLin pa, kasi mas LaLo Lang akong makakasakit pag pinatagaL ko pa to.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ conyo much ? :P ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-782652463820274157?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/782652463820274157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=782652463820274157' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/782652463820274157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/782652463820274157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2009/05/safe.html' title='safe .'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/Sgq7QC4l06I/AAAAAAAAAiE/C6lB1qvk-Cw/s72-c/Pag_ibig_na_Dakila_by_cippow25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-4541640660252796327</id><published>2009-04-26T17:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:02:37.366+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><title type='text'>googLe yourseLf :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SfQwjabfuyI/AAAAAAAAAh0/p9anczUraCk/s1600-h/blogpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SfQwjabfuyI/AAAAAAAAAh0/p9anczUraCk/s400/blogpic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328937644034341666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Have you ever tried googLing yourseLf ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got this survey, tag or whatever from &lt;a href="http://julmich.blog.friendster.com/"&gt; micheLLe's bLog&lt;/a&gt; [ i hope she wouLdn't mind being mentioned here. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer the following questions. (Use the first answer that applies to you)&lt;br /&gt;Warning! Use “quotes” when you search!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in “[your name] needs” in the Google search.&lt;br /&gt;-Do You Think &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Celine Needs&lt;/span&gt; A Harmonica Player??&lt;br /&gt;**weLL, do i? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in “[your name] looks like” in Google search.&lt;br /&gt;-Sarah is beautiful, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Celine looks like&lt;/span&gt; an anorexic horse&lt;br /&gt;** how mean. haha. do i Look Like an anorexic horse? x[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in “[your name] says” in Google search.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Celine says&lt;/span&gt; she is enjoying the interactive nature of classes&lt;br /&gt;** i think not. jok. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in “[your name] wants” in Google search.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Celine Wants&lt;/span&gt; to Hear Your Story&lt;br /&gt;** maLay mo masama yun sa &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;MMK&lt;/span&gt;. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:Type in “[your name] does” in Google search.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Celine does&lt;/span&gt; air guitar! Who knew?&lt;br /&gt;** haha ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in “[your name] hates” in Google search.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;celine hates&lt;/span&gt; you too&lt;br /&gt;** aww. how sweet of me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in “[your name] asks” in Google search.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Celine Asks&lt;/span&gt; for Your Love&lt;br /&gt;** ay nagdrama ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in “[your name] likes ” in Google search.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Celine Likes&lt;/span&gt; to Make People Laugh&lt;br /&gt;** sooo true :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in “[your name] eats ” in Google search.&lt;br /&gt;-On the other hand, she said &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Celine eats&lt;/span&gt; all of the time, even in class, and she is overweight. &lt;br /&gt;** am i ? &lt;strike&gt;maLnourished&lt;/strike&gt; nga daw ako eh .haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in “[your name] wears ” in Google search.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Celine wears&lt;/span&gt; another nylon Cinderella type of dress, the color was blue with a red ribbon around the waist and red thin high heels to match&lt;br /&gt;** awww. cute kaya yung ganun ? xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in “[your name] was arrested for” in Google Search.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Celine was&lt;/span&gt; arrested for breaking the law pertaining to the status of foreigners.&lt;br /&gt;** what have i done with the foreigners ? &lt;strike&gt;i'm innocent !&lt;/strike&gt; haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in “[your name] loves” in Google Search.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Celine LOVES&lt;/span&gt; to talk, when she starts there's no way stopping her..&lt;br /&gt;** another fact. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in “[your name] went to” in Google Search.&lt;br /&gt;-During this time, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Celine went &lt;/span&gt;to school to learn English, giving her a chance, not only on the French market, but in America too.&lt;br /&gt;** haha i don't get it. :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [ i think most of the resuLts i got pertain to ceLine dion. so, boohoo. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry kung engLish yung post ko. haha dapat Lahat tagaLog eh . yaan niyo na. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : can you teLL what's disturbing about this shot ? xPPP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SfQ4ItW9rhI/AAAAAAAAAh8/h1CJ6ouC_hw/s1600-h/666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 205px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SfQ4ItW9rhI/AAAAAAAAAh8/h1CJ6ouC_hw/s400/666.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328945981352160786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-4541640660252796327?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/4541640660252796327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=4541640660252796327' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/4541640660252796327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/4541640660252796327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2009/04/google-yourself-d.html' title='googLe yourseLf :D'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SfQwjabfuyI/AAAAAAAAAh0/p9anczUraCk/s72-c/blogpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-6090659007503430770</id><published>2009-04-19T23:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:55:22.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRAAA !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SetCKB3YkrI/AAAAAAAAAhc/J58Eq9-9Kdw/s1600-h/Argh_by_Nawak3uh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SetCKB3YkrI/AAAAAAAAAhc/J58Eq9-9Kdw/s400/Argh_by_Nawak3uh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326423724362601138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="yellow"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;U&gt;SpongeBob SquarePants:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Okey-dokey, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;U&gt;Mr. Krabs:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A pirate does not say "Okey-dokey, then." A pirate says "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;U&gt;SpongeBob SquarePants:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Okay-do... Oops! I mean, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Captain Krabs.&lt;br /&gt;[He spies a reef straight ahead]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;U&gt;SpongeBob SquarePants:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Captain, we're about to hit... I mean, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt; - Cap, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Argh!&lt;/span&gt; - we're -&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Argh!&lt;/span&gt; - about - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Argh!&lt;/span&gt; to - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Argh!&lt;/span&gt; - hit - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Argh!&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;U&gt;Mr. Krabs:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Out with it, Man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;U&gt;Patrick:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I think -&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Argh!&lt;/span&gt; - he's trying - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Argh!&lt;/span&gt; - to say - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Argh!&lt;/span&gt; - that we're - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Argh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; about to...&lt;br /&gt;[They crash]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;U&gt;Patrick:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;U&gt;Mr. Krabs:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;. From now on, only the captain gets to say&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Argh!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Lesson: wag mong piLitin ang iba sa bagay na di naman niLa kaya at di magagawa ng tama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [ pauso na naman ako. xP ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minsan ba naranasan mo nang magaLit ng sobra at dahiL sa sobrang gaLit na to, hindi ka na makahinga? naninikip na dibdib mo ? di ka na mapakaLi? gusto mo nang magwaLa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya siguro nasama sa &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;7 deadLy sins &lt;/span&gt;ang &lt;b&gt;ANGER&lt;/B&gt; kasi sobrang dami nitong nagiging epekto. nananakit ang tao dahiL sa gaLit, pumapatay ang tao dahiL sa gaLit, nagpapakamatay ang tao dahiL sa gaLit. nakakagawa ng masama ang tao kapag nagagaLit. aLam mo yung term na "nagdidiLim ang paningin" dahiL sa gaLit? aLam mo na yan for sure. ang tao pag nagagaLit hindi na nakakapag-isip ng matino kaya kung anu-ano nagagawa. kaya easy ka Lang kapag nagagaLit ka, oo sige na, mahirap magpakaeasy, gaLit ka na nga magpapakaeasy ka pa, pero kung gaLit ka, pede mo naman itong kontroLin para maiwasan pa na makasakit ng iba at makagawa ng mas maLaking probLema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. may mga taong pag gaLit, nagwawaLa, sumisigaw, nagmumura, nagdadabog; ginagawa ang Lahat mapakita Lang na "&lt;I&gt;GALIT AKO!!!&lt;/I&gt;" . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. may mga tao namang pag gaLit, tahimik Lang, pupunta sa isang tabi, mananahimik, minsan iiyak. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;aLin ka dito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakainis ang taong papansin pag nagagaLit, para bang gusto niLang mapansin mo siLa hanggang sa  mabadtrip ka na rin. pero keLangan pa rin siLa intindihin kasi kung hindi niLa gagawin yun, baka atakihin pa siLa sa puso o kung anu man pang-aatake yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang mga taong tahimik magaLit, di mo kaya kung anong pedeng gawin. pero kadaLasan ang mga tahimik magaLit, nagkikimkim ng sama ng Loob. kunwari ok siya, gaLit na gaLit paLa siya, ayaw Lang niya ipakita. mas maLaki siguro ang chance na magkasakit ang mga taong ganito, kasi di niLa maiLabas yung nararamdaman niLa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano nga bang konek ng pag-uusap ni &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;spongebob, patrick at mr.krabs &lt;/span&gt;sa post kong ito?&lt;br /&gt;anong meron sa "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;argh&lt;/span&gt;"? di naman tayo pirata para magsabi ng arghh!!!! pero, try niyo nga, one time Lang, pag nagaLit kayo, pumunta ka sa kwarto, harapin mo ang saLamin, sabay sigaw ng:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;B&gt;ARGGHHH !!!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;HUWAAAAAAA!!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br&gt; GRRRRRRRR!!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;i&gt;WAAAAA!! BWAAA!! GRAAA!!!&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano nakakag*go ba? hehe oo nga. nakakahiya yan pag me nakarinig, iisipin either constipated ka o nasisiraan ka na. sige wag na Lang. haha never mind. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano nga bang magandang soLusyon sa gaLit? siguro may aLam kang paraan? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;share mo naman&lt;/span&gt;, kasi, gaLit na gaLit ako eh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SetJPiGEMZI/AAAAAAAAAhs/cEkbASLEpWc/s1600-h/_Enjoy_your_breakfast__by_nocturnalMoTH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SetJPiGEMZI/AAAAAAAAAhs/cEkbASLEpWc/s400/_Enjoy_your_breakfast__by_nocturnalMoTH.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326431515494855058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-6090659007503430770?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/6090659007503430770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=6090659007503430770' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/6090659007503430770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/6090659007503430770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2009/04/graaa.html' title='GRAAA !!'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SetCKB3YkrI/AAAAAAAAAhc/J58Eq9-9Kdw/s72-c/Argh_by_Nawak3uh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-5362097384207881932</id><published>2009-04-05T00:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T16:50:46.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plengster'/><title type='text'>about me.. daw.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SdeT8LJQXmI/AAAAAAAAAhM/vS0jk5IWbok/s1600-h/Boredom_by_ReginaldBull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SdeT8LJQXmI/AAAAAAAAAhM/vS0jk5IWbok/s400/Boredom_by_ReginaldBull.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320884146754575970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;siguro sawang sawa ka na sa kakabasa ng pagpapakiLaLa ng kung sinu-sinong niLaLang sa FRIENDSTER, MULTIPLY, MYSPACE, HI5, FACEBOOK at kun san sang pang sociaL network, eh di mo naman siLa kiLaLa eh di ba ? tuLad ko, hindi mo rin ako kiLaLa! e bakit nga ba nag-aabaLa ka pang magbasa ng mga niLaLaman ng isip ng iba? ano nga bang nakakakuha ng atensyon ng tao para patuLoy na magbasa ng mga saLitang minumutawi ng mga taong hindi naman niLa nakakasaLamuha sa araw-araw at waLa namang koneksyon sa iba? Likha Lang ba ng pagkainip ang mga aksyon ito ? may naibibigay bang tuLong ang mga Larawan ? o sadyang may mga niLaLang na may tinatamasang kakaibang "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;aura&lt;/span&gt;" na naguudyok sa iba para patuLoy na magbasa ng mga bagay na kaniLang ipinapahayag ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. bago pa bumuLa ang bibig ko at magnosebLeed sa pananagaLog, sasayangin ko muna ang oras mo sa ABOUT ME ko sa FRIENDSTER account ko. hahaha. x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f308/celine_qm/CELGIF.png" alt="CELGIF.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ako si &lt;b&gt;insert name here&lt;/b&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makuLit at Laging masaya. akaLa mo waLang probLema. :D &lt;br /&gt;mababaw ang kaLigayahan pero marunong din magseryoso.&lt;br /&gt;daLawa Lang naman ang dahiLan kapag nananahimik ako : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; naiinis na ako/ badtrip na ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; gutom na ako. [ haha. xD ] &lt;br /&gt;kaya sana maintindihan mo pag bigLa akong tinotopak ng pananahimik. wag ka magaLaLa. d ako marunong magaLit. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa totoo Lang hindi ko pa taLaga kiLaLa ang &lt;br /&gt;aking sariLi kaya tama na ang &lt;br /&gt;pagpapakiLaLa.  aLamin na Lang natin  &lt;br /&gt;kung anong masasabi ng mga &lt;b&gt;dakiLang PiLOSOPO&lt;/b&gt;:  xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Walang katulad, super hyper at laging nakangiti.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;Winnie Eliab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Ang pasimuno ng salitang cramming, ang babaeng laging grave shift, sleeping time: madaling araw,&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt; Raisa Brillo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Ikaw na ang panlima kong 'Nanay'!" :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt; Patrick Juacalla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;energetic (no explanations required)&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Karl Daliposa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;si  celine - matapang na babae (go gurl!), xobrang baet! (down to earth!), matalino xubra, kaxo mejo nagloko), xuper dupper galeng magdrawing (pambato nmen), kyut, nyc frien, parang bato xa kasi di xa nwwala kapag hinahanap mu xa, gala ng gala ( hobby nia yan sa araw-araw na ginawa ng Diyos), worst enemy nia si ____, guitarista, nwawala sa sarili, na-aaning, xuper xayang kxama, di boring, very true friend, olweix redi i-accept ang pagkakamali, maxarap kauxap kasi di nawawalan yan ng topic (pagkuwentuhin mu yan tuloi tuloi na0, mapagmasid, maparaan, balasubas minxan, mejo may pagka-inocente minxan gaya ni winnie, girl scout laging handa, kapag umiiyak yan naku an lake ng problema nian, tawa ng tawa pag may joke!&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Sharmaine Florante&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Tawa Girl at Gabi lage umuuwe.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Rochelle Seneres&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Late!Late!Late!Late!Late! babaeng laging late!&lt;/i&gt;"- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jessica Naquimen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Ndi qo tlaga akalain na ang dating tahimik at walang alam sa mundo ay maingay, grabe tumawa, mahilig manhataw, malakas mambara.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Jenica Gamban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Napakaligalig mo.. haha kala ko date mahirap kang pakisamahan, yun pala hindi. Ansaya mo kasama sooobra. naalala ko kaw ung sari-sari store sa row ntin. haha. FOOD TRIP&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;Alianna Santos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Bestfriend kong gerl. Wag mong babaguhin yang loka-lokang tawang iyan! Hehe! Nakakatawa rin kasi ee. Thankful ako kay God dahil nagkaroon ako ng friend na katulad mo.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Lance Dela Cruz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Taong makulit, laging nakatawa, hindi mayabang at kalog.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Juzelle Javier&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;God fairy ka ata eh!&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Czarina Asuncion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;C- ramming winner!&lt;br /&gt;E-wan minxan&lt;br /&gt;L-agalag&lt;br /&gt;I-ngay grabe&lt;br /&gt;N-di yata natutulog&lt;br /&gt;E-ksena minxan&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Ranelyn Osorio&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Creative ka sobra! Parang khit mga patapong bagay e ng2wa mong pandesign. Laging late. baket kaia?&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Frances Brecia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Napansin mo ba ito. Pangalan mo Celine, starts wid a 'C' tpos, yung word na Crammer, Cramming, ganun din.&lt;/i&gt;"- &lt;b&gt;Lakan Gaspar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;..... to be continued xD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OCTOBER 10&lt;/b&gt; ang aking kaarawan &lt;b&gt;wag mo kakaLimutan ha&lt;/b&gt;? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/"&gt; BLOG KO. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f308/celine_qm/page333-1.jpg" alt="page333-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f308/celine_qm/banner2-1.jpg" alt="banner2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f308/celine_qm/white.jpg" alt="white.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="8"&gt;AKALAIN MO YUN!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt; iLang minuto ba ng buhay mo nawaLdas sa pagbabasa nito? x] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanong ko Lang, bakit nga ba sa mga social networks eh keLangan ng about me, describe yourseLf, introduction, mga ganung echos ? ano nga bang mapapaLa mo dun? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;waLa Lang&lt;/span&gt;. natanong ko Lang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akaLa mo siguro magbibigay ako ng kung anong moraL Lesson o heLpfuL info eh noh ? kaso waLa eh. gawa Lang ito ng insomnia at kainipan ko ? 1:22am na ngayon. kasaLukuyan akong nagtatype ng basura. siguro ganito Lang taLaga nagagawa ng mga taong naiinip, tuLad nung tao sa Larawan sa taas. tamo, nakagawa pa ko ng post, kahit waLang katuturan. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;iba rin taLaga pag nainip ang tao noh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;?  maLay mo dahiL sa sobrang boredom e makagawa ka ng teLeporter o nagLaLakad na refrigerator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SdeUgQ_YVKI/AAAAAAAAAhU/f3QscAQRJhs/s1600-h/boredom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 171px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SdeUgQ_YVKI/AAAAAAAAAhU/f3QscAQRJhs/s400/boredom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320884766799058082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-5362097384207881932?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/5362097384207881932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=5362097384207881932' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/5362097384207881932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/5362097384207881932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2009/04/about-me-daw.html' title='about me.. daw.'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SdeT8LJQXmI/AAAAAAAAAhM/vS0jk5IWbok/s72-c/Boredom_by_ReginaldBull.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-688710635241997327</id><published>2009-03-30T14:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:03:32.246+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plengs'/><title type='text'>Dating Tambayan x]</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4" color="yellow"&gt;Pag may mahal ka at ayaw sayo, hayaan mo. Malay mo sa mga susunod na araw ayaw mo na din sa kanya, naunahan ka lang.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SdBocpU1thI/AAAAAAAAAhE/APCT2q_EEik/s1600-h/cover2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SdBocpU1thI/AAAAAAAAAhE/APCT2q_EEik/s400/cover2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318866001263441426" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FiNALLY !&lt;/span&gt; maipopost ko na rin ang &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dating tambayan, movie project namin. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zKe2QgKWM0Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zKe2QgKWM0Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yan na yung 1st part nung movie project namin noong kami'y mga 3rd year high schooL pa Lamang. naks. 4th year na kami next year. 24 hour movie editing ginawa ko jan . at thanks din sa mga group mates kong super gaLing sa acting and nkakatuwa na rin kasi sumusunod siLa sa pinapagawa ko. nyahaha. xD for more info , view my post Last january 2009. yung HERE COMES THE BOOM ! HAPPY 2oo9 ! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kZc9bUlPutQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kZc9bUlPutQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eto yung part 2. iniba ko Lang ung credits para magkasya sa 10 minutes. enjoy na rin. x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you'LL Like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comments ? suggestions ? vioLent reactions ? comment me &lt;a href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=688710635241997327"&gt;HERE&lt;/A&gt;. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-688710635241997327?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/688710635241997327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=688710635241997327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/688710635241997327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/688710635241997327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2009/03/dating-tambayan.html' title='Dating Tambayan x]'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SdBocpU1thI/AAAAAAAAAhE/APCT2q_EEik/s72-c/cover2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-3230233229709908462</id><published>2009-03-19T11:53:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T16:15:29.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE END</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/ScSSTY8rMkI/AAAAAAAAAgk/bCH_y26qZho/s1600-h/last2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/ScSSTY8rMkI/AAAAAAAAAgk/bCH_y26qZho/s400/last2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315534322016137794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="yellow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Makakabalik ka nga sa lugar pero hindi sa panahon.  Lahat ng nagyari noon ay isa na lang lamang masayang gunita ngayon. Isang bintana sa kahapon, na pa minsan-minsan ay gusto mong masulyapang muli. Sabay bulong sa sarili, ” sana pwedeng ibalik ang mga nangyari noon para magawa kong tama ang mga maling desisyon ng pagkakataon.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/fonT&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt; na nga ba ? ano bang nais kong iparating ko sa the end na yan ? the end na ng bLog ko? ASA men. haha. siguro, the end na ng schooL year? pede na rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;u&gt;MARCH 17, 2oo8&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;FAREWELL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;5:30am- maLakas na uLan, maLamig, may onting kuLog, nasa kama pa ako. sasama pa ba ko sa fareweLL ? katamad na. maLamang onti na Lang sasama kasi an Lakas taLaga ng uLan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngayon araw na ito, nakatakda kaming pumunta sa &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GREEN GABLES farm&lt;/span&gt; ng pamiLya ni &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;edward&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;U&gt;oo&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ganyan kayaman ang kakLase namin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nag - gm ako ng ganito , "pupunta ka pa ba ng farm? rep ka naman oh. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maraming nagrep ng oo. tumawag sakin si &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lance&lt;/span&gt;, 5:40 ng umaga. pupunta raw siya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"punta ba ko?"&lt;br /&gt;"oo basta pumunta ka."&lt;br /&gt;"eh pano ung transpo? pano makakarating dun? eh 7 Lang daw pede makasakay dun sa kambaL, baka magcommute na Lang tayo? ano pupunta ba ko?"&lt;br /&gt;"basta bahaLa na."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ganda noh. sabay baba ng fone kasi magmamadaLi na kong kumain, maLigo at mag impake ng gamit. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;30 minutes&lt;/span&gt; na Lang ang naLaLani. 6:30am daw kasi aaLis ng schooL. 6:00am na nagaayos pa rin ako ng gamit. 6:30 na ko nakaaLis. [ waLk out pa matapos magsabi ng "&lt;I&gt;hindi naman ako nagdadabog eh! naLagLag Lang gamit ko!"&lt;/i&gt; sabay Labas ng bahay. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naabutan ko siLang Lahat, umuuLan pa rin. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;naghihintay ba siLa ng himaLa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muntik nang hindi matuLoy ang pagpunta sa farm, may iLang maguLang kasing bumweLta sa pagpunta doon. sinong maguLang ba naman ang hindi mag-aaLaLa sa kanyang anak at magdadaLawang isip na pumayag sa papunta kung ang isasagot ng ginigisang awtoridad ay ganito :"&lt;I&gt;waLa po akong responsibiLidad sa mga anak niyo kung may mangyari man sa kaniLa&lt;/i&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumakay kami ng jeep na nirentahan, apat na Libo ang bayad. *faints*&lt;br /&gt;[ sayang pinuLL out sina &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pau , jessa at jessica&lt;/span&gt;, nag-iyakan tuLoy kami ].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakarating kami doon, nagsimuLa ang &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;amazing race&lt;/span&gt; part 2 namin, binubo ito ng &lt;FONT COLOR="BLUE"&gt; BLUE TEAM&lt;/FONT&gt;, &lt;FONT COLOR="YELLOW"&gt;YELLOW TEAM&lt;/FONT&gt;,&lt;FONT COLOR="ORANGE"&gt; ORANGE TEAM/ PONKAN TEAM/PRESO&lt;/FONT&gt;, WHITE TEAM/BUKO PIE, &lt;FONT COLOR="VIOLET"&gt;PURPLE TEAM &lt;/FONT&gt;[ kami yun ! PARPOL! xD , at &lt;FONT COLOR="PINK"&gt;PiNK TEAM. &lt;/FONT&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE="5"&gt;1st CHALLENGE&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/U&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/ScSFfngOyHI/AAAAAAAAAfc/WvdXCqvdQS0/s1600-h/1_950192199l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/ScSFfngOyHI/AAAAAAAAAfc/WvdXCqvdQS0/s320/1_950192199l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315520238430636146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/ScSFtLucnnI/AAAAAAAAAfk/XJl7fA8eYjY/s1600-h/1_898723927l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/ScSFtLucnnI/AAAAAAAAAfk/XJl7fA8eYjY/s320/1_898723927l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315520471492238962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE="4"&gt; nakabLindfoLd ang isang representative ng group [ ako yun ! xD ] at magdadrawing ng isang picture na detaLyado, ang ibang members ang magsasabi kung tama o maLi ang ginagawa mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE="5"&gt;2nd CHALLENGE&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/U&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/ScSHjJdceII/AAAAAAAAAf8/6_w4-tPJ9Kg/s1600-h/1_283754760l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/ScSHjJdceII/AAAAAAAAAf8/6_w4-tPJ9Kg/s320/1_283754760l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315522498108618882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;FONT SIZE="4"&gt;the gross part. haha. bawaL na magrepresent ng group ang mga nagdrawing sa 1st chaLLenge [ SAFE! xD]  kakain ng isang buong BAWANG an member ng team, HILAW pa? [ tamang term ba yun ?] , hindi ginisa, pinrito o kung anu man. waLang tubig. mangiyak ngiyak na ang mga kumain. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE="5"&gt;3rd CHALLENGE&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/U&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/ScSETamc2TI/AAAAAAAAAfM/MVVdSgX6B9A/s1600-h/1_754911465l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/ScSETamc2TI/AAAAAAAAAfM/MVVdSgX6B9A/s320/1_754911465l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315518929297004850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE="4"&gt; PUTIKAN. nakapiLa ang Lahat ng team, makakahawak, bawaL bumitaw. isa itong race na PALUHOD. haha. grabe, Lumusong sa putik ang iLan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE="5"&gt;4TH CHALLENGE&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/U&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/ScSG0k5r9uI/AAAAAAAAAf0/IzjuYlPuxGM/s1600-h/1_299422899l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/ScSG0k5r9uI/AAAAAAAAAf0/IzjuYlPuxGM/s320/1_299422899l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315521698020980450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE="4"&gt;inuman na! gamit ang kutsara. may daLawang baso ng tubig. isang miyembro ng grupo ang dapat umubos nito gamit Lamang ang kutsara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE="5"&gt;5TH CHALLENGE&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/U&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/ScSE_HuowmI/AAAAAAAAAfU/AmMBmVZ3cRw/s1600-h/1_400942709l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/ScSE_HuowmI/AAAAAAAAAfU/AmMBmVZ3cRw/s320/1_400942709l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315519680145310306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/ScSGc6TCIuI/AAAAAAAAAfs/XF-4w_Jpk9o/s1600-h/1_701150619l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/ScSGc6TCIuI/AAAAAAAAAfs/XF-4w_Jpk9o/s320/1_701150619l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315521291447575266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE="4"&gt;hanapin si PATRICK! para sa susunod na cLue. kaiLangan maghanap ng puting fLag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ako habang waLa sa sariLi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*may nakitang fLag sa sahig*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"white fLag ba hahanapin?"&lt;br /&gt;"OO!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*mwahahaha&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ako unang nakakita ng white fLag. tumakbo na ko papuntang LAST STATION, nakapaa, kasi bundok bundok ang pinuntahan namin, maputik, madamo at maraming &lt;strikE&gt;ebs&lt;/strike&gt; ng iba't ibang uri ng hayop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3RD PLACE ANG PARPOL TEAM. kasi hinintay ko pang makarating ang mga kasama ko. sayang. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTEr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st : PONKAN TEAM&lt;br /&gt;2nd : BUKO PiE TEAM&lt;br /&gt;3rd : PARPOL TEAM&lt;/CENTEr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*saLamat paranses sa photos. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matapos noon ay sumakay kami ng pick-up van na &lt;font color="red"&gt;red&lt;/font&gt; . &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;JOYRIDE!!&lt;/span&gt; ilang bundok, putikan, highway, rampa at kung anu ano pa ang dinaanan namin. siksikan kami sa Likod. sarap ng hangin. muntik na kong maLagLag nung bigLang Lumiko yung sasakyan, eh nasa giLid ako, dinaganan ako ng mga nasa harap ko. haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SWIMMING &lt;/span&gt;sa ILOG? o FALLS? hehe . ang saya. ang LaLim pa. yung bandang sa faLLs nasisid ko yung 14 feet. ewan ko kung ung sahig na yun? basta may naabot ako. haha. xDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umakyat din kami sa taLon, ang saya taLaga, mga mapagsabak kasi kami eh. bumaba na rin kami kasi niLaLamig na kami. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/ScSIzA_-MVI/AAAAAAAAAgE/bnN1jf3w1ro/s1600-h/1_419127869l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/ScSIzA_-MVI/AAAAAAAAAgE/bnN1jf3w1ro/s320/1_419127869l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315523870227050834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd batch kami ng joyride. ang saya taLaga ! mahirap iexpLain dito kung anong saya meron sa pagsakay sa Likod ng pick up na humahagibis. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagktapos ay kumain na kami ng bbq, adobong di ko nakain at kakanin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagbanLaw na ang iba muLa sa putikan at sa pagswimming sa iLog. habang nagkakantahan siLa sa bahay na tinutuLuyan, tumakas muna kami nina, &lt;B&gt;edward, karen, cza, drej at edexa&lt;/b&gt; sa kabihasnan. baLak sana naming mangabayo, ngunit waLa pa daw ang kabayo. nagpakamapangahas n Lang kami sa mga baka doon. haha. nakakita din kami ng tupa, itim na tupa. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/ScSOGi27hvI/AAAAAAAAAgU/KjfunBAQuoM/s1600-h/1+(69).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/ScSOGi27hvI/AAAAAAAAAgU/KjfunBAQuoM/s320/1+(69).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315529703291586290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagbaLik namin sa tahanan niLa ay nanonood na paLa siLa ng video na ginawa ni &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;pats&lt;/span&gt;, sLideshow ng mga pix namin. naguLat ako kasi umiiyak si &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lance&lt;/span&gt;, syempre nagaLaLa ako, ayun paLa, nagsesenti Lang siya. haha. :PP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagkaroon kami ng AWARDING. Lahat syempre may award. pinagpuyatan ni pats na magprint ng mga certificate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ako ang &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LATE QUEEN&lt;/span&gt; at best cartoonist. haha. syempre, natuwa taLaga ako kasi naappreciate niLa ang efforts kong magpaLate araw-araw. JOKE!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;magkakaroon dapat kami ng TIME CAPSULE. ibabaon namin ang kahit anong bagay [ picture, Letter , etc ] na memorabLe sa'yo. huhukayin daw uLit yung time capsuLe after some years. may ginawa na kaming Letter ng iLan, kaso nga Lang hindi natuLoy ang pagbabaon sa Lupa kasi may mga hindi daw nasabihan. sayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picturan na pagkatapos. paaLis na ang mga non-overnighters? haha. sayang. pedeng pede daw sana akong magovernight kaso birthday ng kapatid ko nung araw na iyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iyakan din. syempre. yakapan. paaLamanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;tapos na ang araw. waLa na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/ScSYfvjDxKI/AAAAAAAAAgs/gKGGitMtTBw/s1600-h/ALBERT2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/ScSYfvjDxKI/AAAAAAAAAgs/gKGGitMtTBw/s400/ALBERT2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315541131310908578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLASS PiC NAMiN YAN. iNiSCAN ko na para sa inyo. tama nga ang sabi niLa, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"ang 3rd year ang pinakamasayang parte ng highschooL "&lt;/span&gt; .. so far ? :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di ko makakaLimutan ang mga kakLase kong baLiw, maLoko, makuLit, patawa.. Lahat. cLose man tayo o hindi, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;saLamat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hinding hindi ko makakaLimutan ang st. aLbert the great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/ScSf6m8eGbI/AAAAAAAAAg0/F53h9YkfPUg/s1600-h/last+na+22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/ScSf6m8eGbI/AAAAAAAAAg0/F53h9YkfPUg/s400/last+na+22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315549289439435186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/ScSgJQQ3-pI/AAAAAAAAAg8/1chKqvfDXwU/s1600-h/enddd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 184px; height: 43px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/ScSgJQQ3-pI/AAAAAAAAAg8/1chKqvfDXwU/s400/enddd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315549541049039506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: magLaLagay ba ko ng dedications ? :D haha. sure. sige pag may time ako. x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll stay&lt;br /&gt;Don't come and go&lt;br /&gt;Like you do&lt;br /&gt;Sway my way&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I need to know&lt;br /&gt;All about you &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; - SWAY [ bic runga ]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-3230233229709908462?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/3230233229709908462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=3230233229709908462' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/3230233229709908462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/3230233229709908462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2009/03/end.html' title='THE END'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/ScSSTY8rMkI/AAAAAAAAAgk/bCH_y26qZho/s72-c/last2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-5584150279662290930</id><published>2009-03-07T14:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T16:50:43.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Limang araw na Lang .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SbIt54Rk70I/AAAAAAAAAe8/AUk7PJ_zOJ4/s1600-h/Goodbye_by_Dark_Scythe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SbIt54Rk70I/AAAAAAAAAe8/AUk7PJ_zOJ4/s400/Goodbye_by_Dark_Scythe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310357383005138754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;centeR&gt;"Nandito na si chito&lt;br /&gt;Si chito miranda&lt;br /&gt;Nandito na si kiko&lt;br /&gt;Si &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;francis magalona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nandito na si gloc 9&lt;br /&gt;Wala syang apelyido&lt;br /&gt;Magbabagsakan dito in 5 4 3 2 &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;- BAGSAKAN&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condolence sa family ni Francis M. May he rest in peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; MEEP MEEP &lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limang araw na lang ang natitira para makasama ko ang buong st. albert the great. yan ang alam ko. limang araw na lang para makita ang mga mukha ng mga taong nakakasama ko araw araw, mga taong hindi lamang nandyan sa saya, pati na rin sa problema. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tama nga sigurong hindi lahat ng bagay nagtatagal. Ilang araw na lang mahihiwalay na rin ako sa kanila, kaya siguro bigyang halaga ko na ang mga natitirang araw na ito, dahil walang nakakaalam kung anong mangyayari sa hinaharap, maaaring isa sa amin ay bigla na lamang mawala, mawala ng panandalian o permanente mang mawala sa mundong ito. wag naman sana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limang araw na lang, ngayon ko lang naisip na kahit papano, mamimiss ko sila, na kahit minsan pinagtabuyan ko sarili kong section dahil may mga pagkakataong hindi ako masaya. Ngayon ko lang naisip na isa na lang din sila sa mga taong matatakbuhan ko kapag nawala na ang lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko lang magpasalamat sa seksyong minsan na ring nagpasaya sa akin, sa seksyong nagbigay sa akin ng walang humpay na katatawanan, sa seksyong minsan na ring nagpaiyak sa akin, sa seksyong nagturo sa akin ng maraming bagay sa buhay, sa seksyong pinakita sa akin ang tunay kong kulay, sa seksyong nagbigay halaga sa akin, sa seksyong tinanggap ako bilang kaibigan, sa &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;seksyong hindi ko malilimutan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;He wanted her,&lt;br /&gt;She'd never tell, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;secretly she wanted him as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all of her friends,&lt;br /&gt;Stuck up their nose,&lt;br /&gt;They had a problem with his baggy clothes... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoutout ko sa friendster yan ngayon. nakarelate ATA ako. kasi ngayon lang inlab ako sa isang lalakeng binasted ko. sabi niya sa akin mahal daw niya ako, nandyan siya palagi kaya ako naman tong nagtatago. sabi nila lolokohin lang daw ako nun at di daw siya katiwatiwala. ikaw, sino bang mas pipiliin mo, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mahal mo o mga kaibigan mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? ako kasi, mas pinili ko mga kaibigan ko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parang kelan lang nageemote ako tungkol sa &lt;strike&gt;pinutakteng&lt;/strike&gt; lablife ko. sabi ko gusto ko ng &lt;strike&gt;boypren&lt;/strike&gt; kasi di na ako sanay ng walang nilalambing, minamahal, pinagaaksayahan ng panahon. pero kelan lang din, nasabi ko sa kaibigan ko, "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sarap palang walang boypren, malayang malaya ako sa lahat ng bagay.&lt;/span&gt; xD" &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;tapos saka naman siya nagparamdam&lt;/span&gt;. ang &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;buhay nga naman&lt;/span&gt;, ibibigay sa'yo ang mga bagay na hindi mo na gusto o hindi mo ginusto. Tulad na lang ng kamatayan, may mga oras na gusto mo nang mamatay pero syempre, hindi ito ibibigay sa'yo, pero sa mga oras na ang saya-saya mo na, sa mga oras na gusto mo pang gumawa ng maraming bagay, saka ka kukunin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan baligtad lang talaga ang mundo no? Pero kaya nga nagkaganito kasi hindi tayo matututo kung lahat ng gusto natin basta-basta natin makukuha. Kadalasan kapag may jowawitz ka, magkaibang magkaiba yung ugali niyo, pero siguro tama nga namang pagsamahin kayo, kasi &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;pano ka matututong magbago&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So balik sa kadramahan, ngayon ko nga lang narealize na mahal ko pala siya. pero wateber. at least di ko na kailangang obligahin ang sarili ko. may jowakiz man o wala, kaya kong maging masaya. sana nga. :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SbIxD7U8XhI/AAAAAAAAAfE/T2XcLAdAtl4/s1600-h/Goodbye_by_MusicalAnimus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SbIxD7U8XhI/AAAAAAAAAfE/T2XcLAdAtl4/s400/Goodbye_by_MusicalAnimus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310360854158138898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;&lt;I&gt;'Cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter&lt;br /&gt;And my daddy said stay away from Juliet&lt;br /&gt;But you were everything to me&lt;br /&gt;I was begging you &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;please don't go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;- LOVE STORY [ tayLor swift ] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : enxa na sa drama. haha. exam na namin sa Lunes. huling exam na. wala lang. anong konek ? &lt;-&gt; haha. wala lang kasi akong mailagay dito. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;HANGGANG SA MULI! PAALAM ! &lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-5584150279662290930?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/5584150279662290930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=5584150279662290930' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/5584150279662290930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/5584150279662290930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2009/03/limang-araw-na-lang.html' title='Limang araw na Lang .'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SbIt54Rk70I/AAAAAAAAAe8/AUk7PJ_zOJ4/s72-c/Goodbye_by_Dark_Scythe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-8592920533373359115</id><published>2009-03-01T15:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:12:04.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11-10=1 . iLan ang kamay mo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/Sa6LiiVTtGI/AAAAAAAAAe0/q7RxVKMViVo/s1600-h/Be_Different_by_theprodiqy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/Sa6LiiVTtGI/AAAAAAAAAe0/q7RxVKMViVo/s400/Be_Different_by_theprodiqy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309334436164383842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;para kakaiba naman, magpopost ako ng kakaiba at nang maiba naman ang kakaibang gusto niyong maiba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saLamat kay &lt;a href="http://www.supergulaman.com/"&gt;supergulaman&lt;/a&gt;, dahiL sa kanya ko napuLot ito at nakuha naman niya ito kay &lt;a href="http://perspektib.blogspot.com/"&gt;marlon&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://myunrevealedthoughts.blogspot.com/"&gt;minnie madz&lt;/a&gt; pero hindi ko siLa kiLaLa. maaari mo rin itong puLutin sa akin pero syempre, Lagay mo naman din ang pangaLan at Link ko biLang pinagpuLutan mo [&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; para sikat&lt;/span&gt; ! xD ] haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayon sa kanyang post, kaiLangan mong magLagay ng &lt;B&gt;sampung&lt;/B&gt; bagay tungkoL sa sariLi mo, pero para may &lt;I&gt;twist&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;B&gt;siyam&lt;/b&gt; Lamang ang totoo at ang &lt;B&gt;isa&lt;/b&gt; ay hindi. kaya heto, magsayang ka ng tatLong minuto ng iyong buhay sa pagbabasa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Isa akong malaking patay na bata noong elementary pa ako. Kaya kong hindi magsalita ng isang buong araw. Kung idadare mo ako noon at pupusta ka ng isang libo, patay ka, kasi mananalo talaga ako kung ganon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Ngayong highschool na ako ay inihahalintulad nila ako sa salitang tawa dahil wala na akong ginawa kundi tumawa ng tumawa, magpatawa, humalakhak, dumaldal habang tumatawa, makipagbulyawan habang tumatawa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; Nanalo ako ng 10,000 pesos sa isang contest kasi mga 8-11 years old lang ang kalaban ko. Sikat pa ang organisasyong nagpacontest, ako ay nadyaryo pero nakakainis kasi hindi ako nakangiti sa litrato at ang taba ko pa noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; Dalawang tao pa lamang ang nagiging KAGALIT ko sa buong buhay ko. Hindi ako marunong magalit, minsan lang talaga, at kapag nagalit ako, hindi na talaga ako marunong magpatawad. Yung unang taong naging kagalit ko ay sampung taon pa ang nakalipas bago ko siya mapatawad ng tuluyan pero kahit ganoon ay malamig pa rin ang pakikitungo ko sakanya. Yung pangalawa naman ay hindi ko pa rin mapatawad kahit hindi na ako gaanong galit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; Valedictorian ako noong kinder ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; Hindi ako umiinom ng alak .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; Mahilig ako sa wrestling noong bata pa ako. Lagi kong sinusubaybayan ang wwe smackdown at raw. Baliw na baliw at idol ko si John Cena, kinabisado ko pa mga rap niya. Adik din ako kay Rey Mysterio, Eddie Guerrero, at Chris Benoit. Nasa bokabularyo ko pa ang amigo at esse kasi nga idol ko si eddie guerrero. Lagi pa kaming naglalaro sa ps2 ng kapatid ko ng wwe. Tawag pa sa akin ng mga kaklase ko noong grade 6 ako ay "smackdown" at "cena". Pero lahat ng yun ay patago sa mga magulang ko kasi ang tingin nga nila sa akin ay mahinhing dalaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; Ako ay tinagurian bampira. joke. Tulog ako sa umaga, gising na gising sa gabi onwards. Maaga pa ang 10pm dahiL ito pa Lamang ang oras ng pagkain ko ng hapunan. Araw-araw akong puyat okaya'y di natuLog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt; Paborito ko sa lahat ng laro ang PATINTERO. Mula umaga hanggang 11 ng gabi ay naglalaro lang kami nito sa kalsada. wantusawa kumbaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt;kaya ko Lang sinimuLan ang bLog na ito ay dahiL sabi niLa na maaari akong kumita ng pera sa pamamagitan nito. kaso nga Lang, hanggang ngayon ay hindi ko aLam kung pano. xD hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alin kaya dyan ang hindi totoo?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-8592920533373359115?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/8592920533373359115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=8592920533373359115' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/8592920533373359115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/8592920533373359115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2009/03/11-101-ilan-ang-kamay-mo.html' title='11-10=1 . iLan ang kamay mo?'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/Sa6LiiVTtGI/AAAAAAAAAe0/q7RxVKMViVo/s72-c/Be_Different_by_theprodiqy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-6881469272665383036</id><published>2009-02-28T19:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:04:15.765+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plengs'/><title type='text'>2nd chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SakrXXYmEhI/AAAAAAAAAeM/00SVKMdigPE/s1600-h/Chance_by_HMSpeedFreek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SakrXXYmEhI/AAAAAAAAAeM/00SVKMdigPE/s400/Chance_by_HMSpeedFreek.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307821316246999570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="yellow" size="4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Auditory agnosia&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;, a pure word deafness where the word is clearly heard but seems unfamiliar or not easily understood like foreign language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang ganito:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;Boy&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mahal kita&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Girl&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ha??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waLa akong mahanap na inspirasyon upang magpatuLoy sa pagbabLog. hindi ko aLam ang aking sasabihin, SPEECHLESS na Lang para maikLi. :] pero sige, tignan natin kung may Lumabas sa utak ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keLan Lang ay nagpunta kami sa st.michaeL's retreat house sa antipoLo. ahhh, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MAPSA&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strike&gt;ang pinapangarap na puntahan ng mga gahamang mag-aaraL na gusto ng sandamakmak na extra curricuLar activities grade. [ joke Lang. ]&lt;/strike&gt; ito ang asosayon nga mga katoLikong paaraLan muLa sa iba't ibang diocese na kung saan isasabak ang mga mag-aaraL sa press conference at iLang mga paLigsahan ng utak, kamay at tiyan. isa itong magandang paraan upang magkakiLanLan ang iba't ibang paaraLan at magkaroon ng magandang reLasyon ang bawat isa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; kasaLi ako sa mga representatib ng schooL paper [ ginintuang uhay ] ng cainta cathoLic coLLege. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;KARTUNING&lt;/span&gt; ang medium ko, i have no idea kung anong meron dyan kasi pers time ko pa Lang mageeditoriaL cartooning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kasama ko sina &lt;font color="#FF8040"&gt;kuya karL&lt;/font&gt;,&lt;font color="#00FF00"&gt; jeremy&lt;/font&gt;,&lt;font color="pink"&gt;pauLine&lt;/font&gt;, &lt;font color="#306EFF"&gt;patrick&lt;/font&gt;, &lt;font color=" #9E7BFF"&gt;micheLLe&lt;/font&gt;, &lt;font color="red"&gt;ate joie&lt;/font&gt; at &lt;font color="yellow"&gt;danieLLe&lt;/font&gt;. kasama din si &lt;font color="#5CB3FF"&gt;ate jane&lt;/font&gt; at&lt;font color="#408080"&gt; kuya jerome&lt;/font&gt; dahiL siLa'y aawit biLang speciaL number? haha . at syempre, nasa iLaLim kami ng gabay nina &lt;font color=" #FDD017"&gt;ms. maranan&lt;/font&gt; at &lt;font color="#C3FDB8"&gt;sir arciLLa&lt;/font&gt; . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overnight kami dun. naroon ang iLang mga paaraLan tuLad ng&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; veritas&lt;/span&gt; parochiaL schooL, bcc, Ina ng Buhay Catholic School , nuestra senora, St. Anthony School at iba pang paaraLang hindi ko na matandaan kasi nawawaLa ang invitation [?] ko. napakasayang kasama ng mga kasama ko, akaLa ko noong una ay magtatago na Lang ako kina pau at patz. Nakilala ko si &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;jeremy&lt;/span&gt; na kapitbahay ko lang pala [ omg ], si &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;micheLLe&lt;/span&gt; na akaLa mo'y tahimik pero nakakatawang bumanat, si &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ate joie&lt;/span&gt; na nagsisiLbing gabay namin [ wow LaLim ] at maraming kwentong nakakatawa, si &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;kuya karL&lt;/span&gt; na onting saLita Lang, buong araw na kong nakanganga sa kakatawa , at si &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;danieLLe&lt;/span&gt; na hyper na hyper. enjoy siLang kasama, pramis. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang mga contest na napapaLoob ay editoriaL writing, news writing, feature, photojournaLism, editoriaL cartooning, copy reading, sports writing. at ano pa ba? nahahati naman ang mga ito sa daLawang category: tagaLog at engLish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bago magsimuLa ang contest, magkakaroon ng Lecture tungkoL sa contest na sinaLihan mo at ang speaker ay ang judge. ang tema para Lahat ng contest ay &lt;I&gt;&lt;U&gt;"YES TO LIFE&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;/I&gt; kaya ang inaasahan kong ibibgay sa aming subject ay &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;abortion, premaritaL sex, famiLy, birth controL piLLs&lt;/span&gt; at kung anu ano pang bagay na may kaugnayan sa buhay ngunit sa Laki kong guLat at pagtataka, ang binigay na sampLe ng editoriaL para sa cartooning ay tungkoL sa &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;paniningiL ng COMELEC ng 11 biLyon para sa automatic eLection sa 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;strike&gt;TIGOK&lt;/STRIKE&gt; ako ngayon. hindi naman ako nanonood ng baLita kaya waLa taLaga akong aLam. patay na taLaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa isang tabLe ay daLawang tao ang maaaring umupo pero kaiLangan ay sa kabisera siLa upang hindi magkakopyahan. isang oras Lamang ang contest. nasa harap ko Lang si &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hoodie boy&lt;/span&gt;. sikret na Lang kung sino yun. gumuhit na Lang ako ng pedeng iguhit basta may maipasa, nakita ko mga gawa niLa, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ang gaganda!!&lt;/span&gt; LaLo Lang ako nanLiit, sanay na sanay na siguro siLa. &lt;I&gt;hayy&lt;/i&gt; taLo na naman ako, parang keLan Lang nataLo Lang din ako sa &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;phiLippine dentaL association poster making contest&lt;/span&gt;, daLawang taon na ako natataLo dun [ nahihiya na nga ko kina dr.vasquez saka ms.bernados eh, parang nasasayang Lang ang panahon niLa sa akin. ] hindi ko aLam kung sasaLi pa ako sa sumunod na taon. ang gagaLing kasi taLaga ng mga kasaLi dun at hindi ko mawari ang mga kagamitan niLa sa pagguhit, pang professionaL ata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa sumunod na araw ay &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;awarding&lt;/span&gt; na. ayan na, nanLiit na ako. sori ako ng sori kay sir kasi iniisip ko taLagang di manLang ako mapapasama sa top 10. binanggit na ang top 10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2 at waLa pa rin ako. Laking guLat ko na Lang ng tawagin ako biLang &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;1st pLace&lt;/span&gt;. bahagyang &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;napanganga&lt;/span&gt; ako nun ah. syempre di ko inaasahan yun kasi sobrang gaLing daw yung judge at sikat pa kaso dahiL sa sobrang katanyagan nya nakaLimutan ko na pangaLan niya at sa dinami dami ng mga schooL ako pa. medaL ang nakuha ko. saLamat na rin ke sir kasi sinabi niya ang styLe ng iLan sa mga mag-aaraL niya dati kung bakit siLa nanaLo at kay hoodie boy na rin na nasa harapan ko sa tabLe namin [ naks&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; karas&lt;/span&gt; ko daw yun ].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eto nga paLa yung gawa ko [ hindi na niLa binaLik yan. ] :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SakyWpp6hGI/AAAAAAAAAeU/yVWPUBmuAJo/s1600-h/wt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SakyWpp6hGI/AAAAAAAAAeU/yVWPUBmuAJo/s400/wt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307829000553006178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siyempre hindi naman taLaga kasama yung property of ceLine jan. pasensya na kung napapangitan ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lahat kami nagkaroon din ng award. pati yung ginintuan uhay marami ring nakuhang award. &amp; btw student &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;vice president externaL&lt;/span&gt; si micheLLe ng buong mapsa. oha naks taLaga. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;treasurer&lt;/span&gt; sana ako kaso kinuLang ako ng daLawang &lt;strike&gt;fans&lt;/strike&gt; dun sa nanaLo. jowk. bumaLik kami ng ccc para idispLay ang trophies. magkakaroon daw ng courtesy caLL sa amin ang president ng ccc [ naks ] kaso hanggang ngayon ay di pa rin kami tinatawag. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/Sak2g0XdkUI/AAAAAAAAAec/tmxLSDQPTU8/s1600-h/ttt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/Sak2g0XdkUI/AAAAAAAAAec/tmxLSDQPTU8/s320/ttt.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307833573273604418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;I&gt;mamimiss kita ? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- at diyan nagtatapos ang 2nd mapsa press conference february 17-18 namin. marami pa taLaga kaming ginawa pero waLa na kong kakayahan itype pa ang mga iyon dito dahiL mauubos na ang characters para sa post na ito [ &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ay may Limit? haha&lt;/span&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naaLaLa ko tuLoy yung pag-uusap namin ni &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;winnie&lt;/span&gt; sa text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"asar Lagi na Lang ako taLo. ayoko na sumaLi next year nakakahiya na kung tatLong beses na ko matataLo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"sus. malay mu kaya ganyan ngayun kasi next year kaw pala mananalo. :)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"utut."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;B&gt;&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;oh, you touch my tralala &lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. kagabi Lang ay gaLing kami ni &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;B&gt;karen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sa &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ever pasig, aLi maLL at sm cubao&lt;/span&gt;. wow ang Layo ng narating namin noh ? Ligaw mode Lang . dati kasi pumunta kami ng marikina at naisipan naming sumakay ng kahit anong pedeng sakyan hanggang sa maLigaw kami, at nakarating nga kami ng &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;edsa.&lt;/span&gt; nakakita kasi kami ng jeep papuntang pasig,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"sakay tayo pasig?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"sige ba."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"weh sure ka?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"maLamang nakasakay na nga tayo ah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"hehehehe"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"san pede pumunta?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"hehehehe. ever?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"sige."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"ngayon Lang ako mkakapunta dun."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"ako rin eh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"hehehe"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"hehehe..."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at naLaman kong maLiit Lang paLa ang ever&lt;/span&gt;. pupunta sana kami ng sm taytay pero naisipan naming pumunta na Lang ng cubao. unfortunateLy, under construction ang aLi maLL kaya MASAYA. pumunta naman kami sm cubao para magpaLamig uLit. pupunta pa sana kami ng gLorietta ngunit gabi na taLaga. neks taym sama ka ? pero dapat yung maLiLigaw na taLaga tayo. hehe. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;B&gt;&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;oh, you touch my tralala &lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/Sak5XLPArjI/AAAAAAAAAek/ONnlRe2RhcE/s1600-h/Slumdog_Millionaire_2_by_a_dinosawr_rawrs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/Sak5XLPArjI/AAAAAAAAAek/ONnlRe2RhcE/s400/Slumdog_Millionaire_2_by_a_dinosawr_rawrs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307836706148363826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nabaLitaan mo naman siguro, best motion picture ang &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE &lt;/span&gt; . dati pa dapat ako gagawa ng post tungkoL dun dito kaso ayun. may pirated dibidi kasi kami nun kaya matagaL ko na tong napanood. kaya taLagang todo suporta na ako dun nung nanonood, &lt;I&gt;karas&lt;/i&gt; ko pa naman si &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dev pateL&lt;/span&gt;. panoorin mo na Lang ito para MASAYA. marami akong natutunan sa movie na ito. &lt;B&gt;wag ka mawawaLan ng pag-asa. mabigo ka man sa unang pagkakataon, mayroon pa ring ikaLawang pagkakataon para ika'y bumawi. at kung sa ikaLawang ito'y nabigo ka uLit, aLaLahanin mong may ikatLo pa.&lt;/b&gt; - gandang pauso ko nanaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/Sak5jdveKLI/AAAAAAAAAes/vBQIVwuCcAw/s1600-h/looking_out_by_khluver000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 171px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/Sak5jdveKLI/AAAAAAAAAes/vBQIVwuCcAw/s320/looking_out_by_khluver000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307836917274781874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;B&gt;&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;oh, you touch my tralala &lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;centeR&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Girl and boy magkatext...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;G:&lt;/span&gt; I've experienced so much happiness since you came. No one can ever replace you here in my heart. Though, many things are running thru your head and you are thinking that you mean nothing to me, just keep in mind that I am still the same girl who loved you and nothing can ever change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;B:&lt;/span&gt; Ah ok. Gawa mo?:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-6881469272665383036?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/6881469272665383036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=6881469272665383036' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/6881469272665383036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/6881469272665383036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2009/02/2nd-chance.html' title='2nd chance'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SakrXXYmEhI/AAAAAAAAAeM/00SVKMdigPE/s72-c/Chance_by_HMSpeedFreek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-1174181032621614522</id><published>2009-02-15T16:49:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:04:07.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plengs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lab'/><title type='text'>JS PROM 'o9</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Turn the lights off in this place&lt;br /&gt;And she shines just like a star&lt;br /&gt;And I swear I know her face&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know who you are&lt;br /&gt;Turn the music up in here&lt;br /&gt;I still hear her loud and clear&lt;br /&gt;Like she's right there in my ear&lt;br /&gt;Telling me&lt;br /&gt;That she wants to own me&lt;br /&gt;To control me&lt;br /&gt;Come closer&lt;br /&gt;Come closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't pull myself away&lt;br /&gt;Under a spell I can't break&lt;br /&gt;I just can't stop&lt;br /&gt;I just can't stop&lt;br /&gt;I just can't stop&lt;br /&gt;I just can't stop&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;- CLOSER [ ne - yo ]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa simula't simula ayokong lumabas ng sasakyan namin dahil akala ko nagmumukha akong bakla sa make-up at ayos ng buhok ko, pero dahil di naman pedeng habambuhay ako sa sasakyan namin, lumabas na din ako. Medyo nagulat ang mga kaklase ko sa akin, halos lahat sinasabi na hindi raw nila ako nakilala sabay banat ng "Ang ganda mo." [ wag ka umangas xP ].  Hindi naman kasi ako palaayos, simple lang naman kasi ako. [ owss . ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginanap ang js prom namin, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ika-14 ng Pebrero&lt;/span&gt;, syempre ARAW NG MGA PUSO. :) walang boypren . blah. sige magkkwento na ko. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagsimula ang programa ng mga 8:00pm siguro ng gabi. Pumarada ang mga mag-aaral, unang una sa listahan ang st. albert the great . Dinala na kami sa mga table namin , nasa &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;table 5&lt;/span&gt; kami. :] [ kasama ko sina karen, zeejay, aica, cheLLe , shar, meLissa , raisa at jen . ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagsimula ang cotillion, unang una pa rin ang batch namin. Dalawang cotillion ang sinayawan ko dahil kailangan kong isayaw ang cotillion ng partner ko na tiga ibang section, kaya syempre, haggard, pero ayos na din. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siya nga pala si &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jason&lt;/span&gt;, patner ko. hahaha. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SZwXQ5Q7odI/AAAAAAAAAeE/2c5y_GW1lgc/s1600-h/x45.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SZwXQ5Q7odI/AAAAAAAAAeE/2c5y_GW1lgc/s320/x45.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304140040152785362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SZvZvvuQigI/AAAAAAAAAcE/IZP7luTWSck/s1600-h/x49.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SZvZvvuQigI/AAAAAAAAAcE/IZP7luTWSck/s320/x49.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304072400446458370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang saya nga eh, dapat purpLe yung susuot niyang Long sLeeve kasi hihiram lang siya sa ama niya, pero dahil red ang dress ko, bumili pa siya ng bago, kulay pink, tapos red na kurbata. haha . o diba. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May dalawa palang nagbigay sa akin ng &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;rose&lt;/span&gt;. [ thank you ! :D ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matapos lahat ng cotillion, kainan na ! at matapos naman ng kainan , disco at serenade na . :] kapag disco music na, nangiisLamman kame . weh . haha ang epaL noh . pupunta sa dance fLoor, babaLik pag napagod tapos pupunta uLit kapag maganda ang tugtog . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa sweet songs , o sLow [ haha bahaLa ka . ] may siyam na LaLake akong nakasayaw, at halos lahat sila pinagtripan ko lang kaya tawa kami ng tawa habang sumasayaw . :P ikekwento ko na lang sila isa isa . [ di naman siguro sila magagalit noh ? haha . ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;LUCKY&lt;/B&gt; - sa totoo Lang, di ko siya gaanong kiLaLa at di rin niya ako kiLaLa. bespren kasi siya ni meLissa, ang aLam ko lahat ng matripan nyang isayaw, isasayaw niya. mabait si Lucky .[ naks ] siya ang first dance ko. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ENRiCO&lt;/b&gt; - eto pinakanakakatawa . haha. sabi nya gayahin daw namin yung steps sa cotiLLion pero keLangan sLow . pinaikot ko ng pinaikot si gone. :P katuwa. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;CHX&lt;/B&gt; - halos lahat ata ng kaibigan niya sinasayaw nya. medyo nagulat nga lang ako nung niyaya niya ako kasi &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sooooobrang tagal&lt;/span&gt; na naming hindi nag-uusap, ewan ko kung bakit, hindi na kami gaanong nagpapansinan. sasabihin ko sana sa kanya na yun nga, bangtagal na talaga naming hindi nag-uusap at nagpapansinan, kaso nga lang nag-iba na yung tugtog. disco nanaman .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;LANCE&lt;/B&gt; - si Lance na ata ang pinakamatagaL kong nasayaw . siyempre dahiL matagaL ko na siyang kaibigan, naks. nangsLamman kame habang sumasayaw. haha nangbabangga, bangepal namin noh ? xP  [ bago pa nya ko maisayaw, inagawan na agad ako ni ms. _ _ _ _ . sabi niya hindi pa daw niya naisasayaw si lance, siya daw muna. ay umextra? haha joke. kaya kay clarence muna ako. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;CLARENCE&lt;/b&gt; - wala lang. mabilis lang. haha. wala na kong maalala kay clarence, basta alam ko lahat ng pic namen sabog, wala kaming matinong pic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;DREJ&lt;/B&gt; - pinagtripan ko lang din si drej. haha joke. wenk, tagal na rin naming hindi nakakapagusap nito, matalik ko syang kaibigan [ naks . feeling. haha joke. mejo dati lang yun. ]  natapos na kami kasi nakita ko si ____ na kasayaw si __, sabi ni drej lalapitan daw nya yun, sasabihin nya na yayain ako nung taong yun, eh nainis ako kasi ayoko naman dun sa taong yun, tinulak ko siya palayo, tapos. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;PATZ&lt;/B&gt; - mejo seatmate ko toh :] patrick the great. haha joke . nanaynanayan / ate ako ni patz, dahil ako ang nag-aasikaso sa kanya [ dh ? joke . ] nahilo si patz sakin kasi kung anu-ano ang pinapagawa ko sa kanya habang kami'y sumasayaw. haha . eksena . napagod na rin ako nito. balik na sa table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;DJ&lt;/B&gt; - si daisy joy. haha joke. :] si don john yan. dalawang araw pa lang ata ang nakaraan bago ko siya makilala. nakakatuwa siya kasama , ewan ko kung bakit . tawa lang kami ng tawa nun . chinichismis niya sa aking yung mga kaklaseng nyang sumasayaw sa tabi namin. [hahaha . ] pinaikot ikot ko siya, naapakan [ &lt;strike&gt;inapakan&lt;/strike&gt; ] ko pa siya sa paa, tinamaan pa ako ng siko niya kasi nga pinapaikot ko siya. haha &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;brutal?&lt;/span&gt; tawa talaga kami ng tawa nun. memorable ata toh sakin kasi tawa lang ako ng tawa . [ hahaha . hanggang ngayon tumatawa pa rin ako. xP ] sobrang bilis lang ng naging sayaw/&lt;strike&gt;tawanan&lt;/strike&gt; namin kasi pinipicturan na pala kami ni elizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;EDWARD&lt;/b&gt; - siya na ata ang last dance ko. kinamusta ko na lang yung mata niyang natusok [ hahaha ], yung buhay niya, yung tila naging slumbook ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;wapakels&lt;/span&gt; naman ako sa &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"first and last dance"&lt;/span&gt; chuchu . pano kung sumayaw na kayo ni ganito at gusto mong siya ang last mo, magpipipgil ka na lang ba ng sarili mo para lang masabi na siya ang last mo? nooooooob. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinayaw ko din ang mga kaibigan kong babae , haha , pede naman yun diba ? kasi naman 12 lang lalaki samin. sinayaw ko sina pau, raisa, kaila, karen, elizza at kung sinu sino pa . haha . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natapos ang js ng 4:00am . nakakabitin. :l nung palapit na ang alas kwatro parang gusto kong matigil ang oras, ayoko pang matapos ang js .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;300 pics ang nakuhanan ko. :]  - iLan Lng to sa mga iyon .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SZwIokveWTI/AAAAAAAAAcc/S8g4JAEBPeE/s1600-h/x48.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SZwQCXd2kZI/AAAAAAAAAdc/kpAtpKI_nzM/s200/x16.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304132093980610962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SZwRLWkbKfI/AAAAAAAAAdk/dPjn8rlX944/s1600-h/x25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SZwRLWkbKfI/AAAAAAAAAdk/dPjn8rlX944/s200/x25.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304133347870190066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SZwRwAaTu1I/AAAAAAAAAds/zmXSyZfK8s0/s1600-h/x15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SZwRwAaTu1I/AAAAAAAAAds/zmXSyZfK8s0/s200/x15.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304133977577339730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SZwSN5tP39I/AAAAAAAAAd0/iUG3l7Pr5E0/s1600-h/x21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SZwSN5tP39I/AAAAAAAAAd0/iUG3l7Pr5E0/s200/x21.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304134491173806034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para sa iba pang Larawan ay . pumunta &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/viewphotos.php?a=697098306&amp;uid=21733198"&gt;&lt;U&gt;DITO&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/A&gt; o sa &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/cena44kairi"&gt; &lt;U&gt;FRIENDSTER&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/A&gt; ko . add mo na rin ako kung hindi mo pa ako friend . :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anong moraL Lesson ng post na ito ? pahaLagahan mo Lahat ng oportunidad na naibibigay sa'yo, muLa sa trabaho, pag-aaraL hanggang sa kasiyahan. daLawang beses ka Lang makakapagJS sa buong buhay mo, magpapakaKJ ka pa ba? Hindi mo kailangang magwala na parang wala nang bukas, kahit mag-enjoy ka manlang, in a way na masasabi mong "ang saya paLa magJS". Kasi, siguradong for sure, pagtanda mo at naalala mo ang JS, sasabihin mo " tae, sayang sana nagpakasaya rin ako . "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [ akaLain mo yun, may vaLues pa e noh ? ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i616.photobucket.com/albums/tt248/jessieluvsspongebob/Valentines.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ikaw ? memorabLe ba ang js mo ?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-1174181032621614522?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/1174181032621614522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=1174181032621614522' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/1174181032621614522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/1174181032621614522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2009/02/js-prom-o9.html' title='JS PROM &apos;o9'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SZwXQ5Q7odI/AAAAAAAAAeE/2c5y_GW1lgc/s72-c/x45.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-6819624281560394101</id><published>2009-02-12T18:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:04:20.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lab'/><title type='text'>Pers Lab</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt;Malapit na ang araw ng mga puso, kaya syempre wala akong mailagay dito. Sa Feb 14 ang js prom namin. Mula 6:00pm hanggang 4:00am [feb 14-15], nakakulong kami sa CCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;LALALA :] &lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to share a little something that gave an impact to me the moment i watched it on tv. Siguradong for sure alam niyo na toh, pero para sa mga walang tv sa bahay [ haha. ], enjoy. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8VdG8eCxors&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8VdG8eCxors&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naisipan ko lang panuorin ulit ito sa youtube kasi naghahanap ako ng pedeng gawing FLASH MOVIE para sa proyekto namin sa asignaturang computer. Hindi ko alam kung nakukyutan ako o nalulungkot nung napanood ko ito. basta. hehe. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano nga bang pakiramdam ng magkita muli kayo nang taong unang nagpatibok ng puso mo, at malamang iba na ang nagpapatibok ng puso niya ngayon? Malamang masasaktan ka. [ DUH ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ note : maraming may gusto sa commercial ng mcdo kaya malamang marami akong makakapareho. suggestions naman kung anong magandang music video or short story or commercial ang pwedeng gawin using Flash? thank you. :) ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-6819624281560394101?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/6819624281560394101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=6819624281560394101' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/6819624281560394101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/6819624281560394101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2009/02/pers-lab.html' title='Pers Lab'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-3944073375355987637</id><published>2009-02-06T19:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:05:08.172+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plengs'/><title type='text'>pulang bakal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SYxR5msRKOI/AAAAAAAAAbU/oTI56yuMhDs/s1600-h/Blood_Rose_by_draqulyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SYxR5msRKOI/AAAAAAAAAbU/oTI56yuMhDs/s400/Blood_Rose_by_draqulyn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299700911588845794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilang araw na ang nakalipas, maga at medyo mamula-mula pa rin ang aking mga kamay. Maraming dugo ang namuo at medyo masagwa kung ito'y titignan mo ngayon.[ &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;tanong lang&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kung ang likod o kabaligtaran ng leeg ay batok, anong tawag sa likod ng palad? &lt;/span&gt; ] Tila nakakita ng bangkay ang mga kaklase ko tuwing pinapakita ko sa kanila ang kanan kong kamay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;I&gt;"Hala, 'nong nangyari jan? Adik ka ba?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noong isang araw lamang ay kasama ko sina &lt;B&gt;aica, czarina at chx&lt;/b&gt; sa gym. Dalawang beses kasi kami sasayaw sa JS, kaya dapat lagi kaming kasama sa practice ng ibang section na kinabibilangan ng aming &lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;PATNER&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt; [haha.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medyo nabagot na ako noon kaya nagdesisyon kami ng bespren kong si aica na maglaro ng &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;KETCHUP&lt;/span&gt;[ catsup, ketsup, ketsap, catchup ? ]. Hindi ka naman siguro NOOB para hindi malaman ang medyo brutal na larong ito na hindi ko alam kung para sa matanda o sa bata. [nakaposisyon ang mga kamay mo na parang nagdarasal at magpapaluan kayo, pero syempre, ang taya muna ang papaluin at sa pagkakataong makaiwas siya sa palo, maaari na siyang gumanti , &lt;I&gt;ayan pinaliwanag ko na&lt;/i&gt;, at syempre hindi ganun ang ginawa namin. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NagJACK EN POY kami at kung sino ang matalo sa bawat pik ay mapapalo sa kamay. &lt;B&gt;Walastik&lt;/B&gt;, dahil nagmamahalan kami ng bestfriend ko, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hampasan to death&lt;/span&gt; kami. Paluan kung paluan, nagsisigawan na kami sa loob ng gym [ naghihintay pa ang mga mag-aaral sa guro noong mga panahong iyon kaya malakas ang loob magwala ]. Sigawan, tawanan, sakitan. 40 minuto din kaming nagpaluan nun, palakasan ng palo, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;manhid na kung manhid&lt;/span&gt;. Bigla na lang akong sumigaw at humalakhak ng sobrang lakas kasi &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dumudugo na ang kamay ko&lt;/span&gt;, medyo nagsusugat na rin siya. Kaunting dugo lang naman ang lumabas pero maraming dugo ang namuo sa loob ng aking kamay. Walaya, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;U&gt;astig&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dinaan na lang namin ito sa tawa at nagpatuloy pa rin sa pagpapaluan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;B&gt;A&lt;br&gt;B&lt;br&gt;C&lt;br&gt;D&lt;BR&gt;E&lt;bR&gt;F&lt;br&gt;G&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayy. malapit na ang JS. anak ng tipaklong, pahirapan maghanap ng magandang dress, pero syempre meron na ako non at wala na akong problema sa mga bibilin. Simple lang ang binili ko,&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; metallic red&lt;/span&gt; [ mabakal -bakal na pula?] na dress na may ribbon sa harap. &lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;PATNER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/B&gt; ko si &lt;B&gt;Jason&lt;/B&gt;. Medyo nakakahiya sa kanya kasi .. basta. Sa nakakalokong pilot section na kinabibilangan ko, 12 ang lalaki at 29 ang babae. Galing noh. Kaya ang nangyari, ang mga non-pilot sections ay sumobra sa lalaki at kinulang ng babae. 12 na babae lamang sa aming section ang nagkaroon ng partners kaya kailangan naming maghanap ng lalake sa ibang section. Buti na lang matangkad si Jason kaya wala siyang PATNER. Okay naman siya kasama kasi magkaklase at seatmate ko siya dati. &lt;strike&gt;May benefit naman siyang nakukuha eh, at least kapag kasama niya ako, nakakausap niya yung kaibigan kong nililigawan niya.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuwing nagpapraktis ng JS, walang humpay ang tawanan namin. Ewan ko, naglolokohan lang kasi kami, katabi pa namin sa pila sina &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bauzon at Aica&lt;/span&gt;. Sa maikling panahon na nakasama ko ang mga mag-aaral ng &lt;B&gt;St.Bernard of Clairvaux&lt;/b&gt;, naisip kong medyo mas masaya sa kanila. [ haha ay ang sama ko. ] Kasi siyempre, carefree sila, may unity, malalakas ang trip, may pagkakaisa sa pagchant ng "Bernard! Bernard! (100x)", patawa. Masaya rin naman sa section ko pero minsan nagsasawa din ako sa agos ng buhay doon, aral dito, aral doon, project dito, project doon; kaya minsan tumatakas na lang kami sa mga ganitong bagay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko ba, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;minsan mas gusto kong mamuhay bilang isang normal na mag-aaral&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;yung tipong masaya ka na sa 85 na grade at hindi ka nagrereklamo at nanghihinayang kapag nakakakuha ka ng 98 dahil inaasahan mong 99 ang grade mo&lt;/span&gt;. Ewan, minsan naiinis ako kapag may nakatanggap ng papel nila sa exam at nakita nilang 90/100 sila sabay sabi &lt;I&gt;"Ambaba koooo. wala na, wala na ko sa pilot next year, bababa na ang grades ko."&lt;/i&gt; Bubulyawan ko sila bigla ng ganito, &lt;i&gt;"Tae, 'di ka pa ba kuntento?! Eh ako nga naka 80 masaya na ko."&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabagay, alam ko naman ang pakiramdam ng ganun, kasi napagdaanan ko na 'yan. Kasi&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; sa unang pagkakataong makapunta ka sa taas, takot na takot ka nang bumaba.&lt;/span&gt;Iniisip mo kasing mapapahiya ka at madidisappoint ang mga tao sa paligid mo. PRESSURE nga naman. [pero HAHA, nakamove on na ako sa lahat ng pagbagsak na nangyari sa akin. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan may mga kaklase akong biglang lalapit sa akin at nagsasabing &lt;I&gt;"Pagod nakoooooooo."&lt;/i&gt; okaya &lt;I&gt;"Ayoko naaa.&lt;/i&gt;", napakaganda ng advice na binibigay ko sa kanila, "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ganito, magabsent ka ng isang araw, okaya kahit isang linggo, para makapagpahinga ka ganahan ka na ulit pumasok kapag nagsawa ka na sa kakaabsent.&lt;/span&gt;" [ syempre, based from experience, naiinip din ako sa bahay, walang mapanood, walang makausap dahil lahat umalis o pumasok at walang magawa. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige paligoy-ligoy na ata ang kwento ko. Nasaan na ba ako?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;B&gt;H&lt;br&gt;I&lt;br&gt;J&lt;br&gt;K&lt;BR&gt;L&lt;bR&gt;M&lt;br&gt;N&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;"Ma'm si Mesina po?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;"Ah si Mesina, eto oh."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;"Ah sige thank you po."&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;"Uhhh.. hello po?"&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;"Ay oo si Celine, naalala na kita."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;"Ahhh. hehe.. po."&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;"Pull out muna kita sa mass, sunod ka sakin punta tayo clinic."&lt;/i&gt;*naglakad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;"Bakit po? Ano pong gagawin?"&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;"Kaw kasi yung napili namin na magrepresent ng school. Kaw yung nanalo sa poster making contest."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;"Ayyyy ganun po ba?" *hehe?*&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;"Oo."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;"May kasama po ba ako?"&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;"Wala. Kaw lang pinili namin."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;"Hala! Ba't ganun? Wala akong kasama.."&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;"Ayos lang yan kaya mo yan. "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;"Ehh pano po yun?"&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;"Dun ulit tayo sa Robinsons Pioneer makikipaglaban. Uy, napansin ko ah ang laki ng improvement mo. Ano bang ginawa mo? Nakita ko kasi yung entry mo dati saka yung ngayon, malaki yung pinagbago. "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;"Ahh. Siguro po kasi tumanda kasi ako kaya ganon."&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;*kunwari hindi narinig ang balasubas kong sagot* "Dala na siguro yun ng praktis mo noh? Mabuti naman. "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;"Ahhh oo nga po. ehehe."&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tae. hindi talaga ako marunong makipag-usap ng matino sa mga teacher, kahit sa school dentist namin. Dinala niya ako sa clinic, pinaliwanag ang lahat. Tulad ng last year noong second year pa ako, irerepresent ko na naman ang CCC sa Dental Health Month, hindi ko ibabalandra at imomodel ang ngipin ko, kasama ako sa magdodrawing sa on the spot poster making contest. Noong nakaraang taon, kasama ko si &lt;B&gt;JOSE&lt;/B&gt;, pero dahil ngayo'y graduate na siya, tigok ako, mag-isa na lang ako. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hindi ko alam kung matutuwa ako o maiinis&lt;/span&gt;. Siguro &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;natutuwa&lt;/span&gt; kasi sa dinami dami ng mas matatanda at mas magagaling sa akin, ako na naman ang napili. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Naiinis&lt;/span&gt; naman dahil isang buong araw na naman akong magpapakatanga at magpapakatameme kasama ang ilang guro at ang dentista ng aming paaralan, kasama na rin ang kahihiyan dahil noong nakaraang taon, mukhang ang poster ko ang pinakapanget sa lahat, pero syempre, sana naintindihan naman yun kasi ako ang pinakabata sa lahat ng contestant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa Linggo na agad gaganapin ang contest. Syempre, may dalawang gabi pa ako para magensayo at syempre, hindi ko ito gagamitin ng matino dahil mas pinili kong magcomputer na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;B&gt;O&lt;br&gt;P&lt;br&gt;Q&lt;br&gt;R&lt;BR&gt;S&lt;bR&gt;T&lt;br&gt;U&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;Center&gt;Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room,&lt;br /&gt;Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable,&lt;br /&gt;Sagged and reeled and pounded on the table,&lt;br /&gt;Pounded on the table,&lt;br /&gt;Beat an empty barrel with the handle of a broom,&lt;br /&gt;Hard as they were able,&lt;br /&gt;Boom, boom, BOOM&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kani-kanina lang nagpraktis na naman ang aming section para sa sabayang pagbigkas ng &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THE CONGO&lt;/span&gt;. Sa unang praktis kung saan wala pa ang ilan sa aming mga kaklase ay sobrang saya namin at tuloy tuloy ang praktis. Nakakatuwa nga sila eh, ewan ko ba, parang nakatira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lahat ay nagpapraktis ng actions, steps at pronunciation at syempre hindi ako nagpapraktis. Bakit? Sikret. At may iba pa kaming gagawin ni &lt;B&gt;czarina&lt;/B&gt; sa ilang parte ng performance at syempre di ko na lang ito sasabihin dahil trip ko lang. Gagawa rin ako ng props, sabi ko kay czarina , "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;uy ayos lang na alipinin moko, iutos mo lahat ng props na gagawin ko basta di ako magpapraktis." &lt;/span&gt; yehey hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;UMUULAN&lt;/span&gt;. oo umuulan. Uwian na at nagpunta kaming magkakaklase sa tambayan ng bayan, ang&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7eleven&lt;/span&gt;. Kwentuhan, tawanan [ nakailang sita na sa amin ang guard dahil sa sobrang ingay ] at medyo spin the mineral water bottle na naman. Maraming napaamin, tulad na lamang ni &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;raisa&lt;/span&gt; na bonggang bongga ang kaprangkahan at ni ? na ? tapos ? kay ?. :P ay sige. alam kong di ka na makakarelate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;B&gt;V&lt;br&gt;W&lt;br&gt;X&lt;br&gt;Y&lt;BR&gt;Z&lt;bR&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para saan ba ang post na ito? Sa totoo lang, gusto ko lang ipahayag na namumuo ang dugo sa kamay kong medyo masakit, pero dahil naparami ata ako, sige mahabang post na naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;ITLOG + DONUT = THE END&lt;/CENTEr&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-3944073375355987637?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/3944073375355987637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=3944073375355987637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/3944073375355987637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/3944073375355987637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2009/02/pulang-bakal.html' title='pulang bakal'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SYxR5msRKOI/AAAAAAAAAbU/oTI56yuMhDs/s72-c/Blood_Rose_by_draqulyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-4181381641527883419</id><published>2009-01-29T20:08:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:04:54.434+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superman'/><title type='text'>pag + asa = hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="yellow" size="5"&gt;"Pagkatapos ng mahabang ulan, may pitong kulay na biglang susulpot na nagsisilbing tanda na may pag-asa sa bawat pasakit. Parang sa pag-ibig din yan. Pagkatapos ng isang malupit na kabiguan, may mga tao pang pwedeng paglaanan ng iyong wagas na pagmamahal. Kaya lang ang problema, kadalasan sa dami ng kulay na pagpipilian, yung dati pa ring kulay ang paborito mo."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bob Ong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SYKEzxcZ--I/AAAAAAAAAaM/UmBR27Khwhg/s1600-h/hope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SYKEzxcZ--I/AAAAAAAAAaM/UmBR27Khwhg/s400/hope.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296942136721800162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="pink"&gt; Finally she could stand it no longer. One day when everyone was out she crept up to the box, took the huge key, fitted it carefully into the lock and turned it. She lifted the lid to peep in but before she realized it the room was filled with terrible things: disease, despair, malice, greed, old age, death, hatred, violence, cruelty and war. She slammed the lid down and turned the key again...keeping only the spirit of hope inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this day sometimes when things are really bad &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the only thing we have left is hope.&lt;/span&gt; Even then some people will say hope deceives us. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align="right"&gt;PANDORA'S BOX&lt;/P&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://atschool.eduweb.co.uk/carolrb/greek/pandora1.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt; Para san ba ang pag-asa? Ito ba yung tinatanong ng isang binata sa dalagang kanyang nililigawan? Ito ba yung administrasyong nagsasabi kung may bagyo at kung may pasok ang mga estudyante? Ito ba yung laging katambal ng gasgas na linyang &lt;I&gt;"Habang may buhay, may pag-asa"&lt;/i&gt;? Ito ba ang magliligtas sa ating lahat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minsan napaupo ako sa upuan at napatingin sa kaLangitan, napangaLumbaba at napaisip, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Paano kaya kung may superpowers ako?"&lt;/span&gt;. [ ay, isip bata. ] Oras ng aming chemistry noon at waLa ako sa wisyo makinig [ tuLad ng dati. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung napanood mo na ang Superman [ basta kahit anong movie na Superman, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 ,9 - 100 na episode o kung anu mang superman yan ], kapag may &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PELIGRO, KASAMAAN, PAGDANAK NG DUGO, KALOKOHAN, MGA LALAKING MAY SUOT NA COSTUME O HALIMAW&lt;/span&gt;, sino ang hinahanap ng mga tao? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It's a bird! It's a plane! No, it's &lt;U&gt;SUPERMAN&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aLam mo yung kantang superman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pakinggan mo na rin para may SUSPENSE. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f165/alexdale1/new-player-skin-2.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f165/alexdale1/mediaplayer-2.swf" width="277" height="20" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="false" flashvars="&amp;file=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wrzuta.pl%2Faud%2Ffile%2FipbxZl03hv%2F.mp3&amp;height=20&amp;width=277&amp;showeq=true&amp;autostart=false&amp;repeat=always&amp;shuffle=false&amp;volume=100"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SUPERMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FiVE FOR FiGHTiNG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stand to fly&lt;br /&gt;I’m not that naive&lt;br /&gt;I’m just out to find&lt;br /&gt;The better part of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m more than a bird…I’m more than a plane&lt;br /&gt;I'm more than some pretty face beside a train&lt;br /&gt;It’s not easy to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could cry&lt;br /&gt;Fall upon my knees&lt;br /&gt;Find a way to lie&lt;br /&gt;About a home I’ll never see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may sound absurd…but don’t be naive&lt;br /&gt;Even heroes have the right to bleed&lt;br /&gt;I may be disturbed…but won’t you concede&lt;br /&gt;Even heroes have the right to dream&lt;br /&gt;And it’s not easy to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up, up and away…away from me&lt;br /&gt;Well it’s all right…You can all sleep sound tonight&lt;br /&gt;I’m not crazy…or anything…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stand to fly&lt;br /&gt;I’m not that naive&lt;br /&gt;Men weren’t meant to ride&lt;br /&gt;With clouds between their knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m only a man in a silly red sheet&lt;br /&gt;Digging for kryptonite on this one way street&lt;br /&gt;Only a man in a funny red sheet&lt;br /&gt;Looking for special things inside of me&lt;br /&gt;inside of me ...... inside of me ...ya inside of me... inside..of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m only a man in a funny red sheet&lt;br /&gt;I’m only a man looking for a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m only a man in a funny red sheet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not easy ... wu.. hoo.. hoo..&lt;br /&gt;It’s not easy to be.. me...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SYP3caG48BI/AAAAAAAAAaU/TEghY6FkR54/s1600-h/DANCING.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 101px; height: 109px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SYP3caG48BI/AAAAAAAAAaU/TEghY6FkR54/s320/DANCING.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297349654134452242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagpaburn kasi ng mga kanta ang kaibigan kong si &lt;B&gt;Karen&lt;/B&gt; kaya napakinggan ko ang kantang ito. Noong isang gabi lang, nagtanong siya ng mga magandang kanta, sabi ko yung &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Superwoman&lt;/span&gt; ni aLicia keys, tapos nun ay naisip ko naman yung &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Superhuman&lt;/span&gt; ni Chris Brown, at saka naman niya naisip ang kantang &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Superman&lt;/span&gt;. Habang sinusulat niya ang mga yun, nakidagdag si &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jerome&lt;/span&gt;, idagdag ko daw yung &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SuperJerome&lt;/span&gt;. Tumawa ka na lang, kasi natawa ako nung sinabi niya yun. *hahaha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At diyan nagtatapos ang aking post. &lt;strike&gt;*may tatlo akong JOKE. joke joke joke!*&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano? May alam ka pa bang mga kantang may SUPER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SYP3oUqiEPI/AAAAAAAAAac/867zTqwiEYU/s1600-h/dancing2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SYP3oUqiEPI/AAAAAAAAAac/867zTqwiEYU/s320/dancing2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297349858831765746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PAG-ASA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;I'm all about you&lt;br /&gt;I'm all about us&lt;br /&gt;No, baby, you never have&lt;br /&gt;To question my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every night&lt;br /&gt;There's a new crowd&lt;br /&gt;But it's always you&lt;br /&gt;That I'm singing about&lt;br /&gt;There is only one these words&lt;br /&gt;Are going out to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh girl, I'm all about you&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;- I'm All About You [ Aaron Carter ]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulit-ulit pinatutugtog ang kantang ito sa bahay nina &lt;b&gt;yanna&lt;/b&gt; tuwing nangangapitbahay kaming magkakaklase, kabilang na dito sina &lt;B&gt;aica, karen, dexa, shar, jessa, jessica, rochelle, melissa, frances, winnie, czarina at kung sinu sino pa.&lt;/B&gt; ginawa naming paupahan ang bahay nila dahil halos araw-araw na kaming tumatambay doon dahil malapit lang ang kanilang tahanan sa school. Tuwing pinatutugtog yang I'm All About You, lahat kami nagtitilian. Hindi ko alam kung bakit. Luma na rin yang kantang 'yan, pero kahit anong luma nito, hindi kami nagsasawang kiligin kapag naririnig namin ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;matapos ng ilang araw naming pagtambay ng pagtambay doon, naibalik ang &lt;B&gt;kakaibang saya&lt;/b&gt;ng lagi kong nararamdaman dati.&lt;/i&gt; Kung matatandaan mo sa nakaraan kong post, nag-eemote ako kasi nawawala na mga kaibigan ko. Mali nga sigurong mag-emote ako dahil doon, kasi, &lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;mas marami pa akong kaibigan kesa sa inaakala ko&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;maraming nagpapahalaga sa akin na hindi ko inaakalang pinapahalagahan pala ako. marami pa akong pedeng makasamang hindi ko inaakalang pede ko palang makasama. marami pala akong pedeng mahalin na hindi ko inaakalang pede rin palang magmahal sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Kaya, naisip ko, &lt;B&gt;hindi dapat ako mag-emote&lt;/B&gt;. Dahil hindi natatapos ang buhay sa pagkawala ng ilang tao,&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;binigyan tayo ng Diyos ng 60 segundo sa isang minuto, 60 minuto sa isang oras at 24 oras sa isang araw para magawa lahat ng dapat gawin, at 365 araw sa isang taon para makilala at mahalin ang mga taong nilikha niya sa paligid natin na magbibigay kulay sa bawat 60 segundo, 60 minuto at 24 oras ng ating buhay.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mula ngayon, yan na ang theme song ko sa mga kaibigan ko. haha. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PAG-ASA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SYP3w7AJ_kI/AAAAAAAAAak/sDgfTWjI22g/s1600-h/dancing3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SYP3w7AJ_kI/AAAAAAAAAak/sDgfTWjI22g/s320/dancing3.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297350006561963586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;CenteR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailan, kailan mo ba mapapansin ang aking lihim&lt;br /&gt;Kahit ano'ng aking gawin, 'di mo pinapansin&lt;br /&gt;Kailan, kailan hahaplusin ang pusong bitin na bitin&lt;br /&gt;Kahit ano'ng gawing lambing, 'di mo pa rin pansin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;KAiLAN - MYMP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huLi kong npakinggan yang kantang yan sa movie ni John LLoyd at Sarah Geronimo, yung &lt;B&gt;A Very Special Love&lt;/b&gt;, tama ba? :) kasama kong manuod noon sina &lt;B&gt;karen at elizza&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss ko na ang &lt;B&gt;bunot-bakod-bungo&lt;/b&gt;. gandang pangalan ng tropa noh ? haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noong 2nd year hs ako, umiikot lang ang mundo ko sa &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;isang taong&lt;/span&gt; sasaktan din naman ako sa bandang huli, sa isang taong araw-araw akong kinukunsume, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;joke&lt;/span&gt;, haha, sa &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;isang taong minahal ko&lt;/span&gt;. Ganun na nga lang ang buhay ko noong 2nd year, makikipag-away sa kanya, makkipagbati, ganun lang ang proseso eh, away-bati-away-bati. &lt;B&gt;anak ng tipaklong&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;U&gt;paulit-ulit&lt;/u&gt;. Pero naiintindihan ko namang talagang ganun ang prosesong dapat pagdaanan ng dalawang tao para mas maging maganda ang pundasyong kanilang maitatayo. walaya, ano bang mga pinagsasasabi ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nang makilala at makasalamuha ko ang dalawang balasubas na sina karen at elizza, kakaibang kunsomisyon ang nakamtam ko. [ joke lang ] Sa araw-araw na ginawa ng Diyos, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;tawa lang kami ng tawa&lt;/span&gt;, oras-oras ay may &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bagong pasabog, bagong patawa, bagong pantitrip, bagong pang-aasar, bagong dahilan para tumawa&lt;/span&gt;. Kakaibang saya ang meron ako kapag kasama ko sila. Kung hindi kami nakatawa, nakanganga naman kami. Ang galing. Sa kanila ako nagsimulang umuwi ng &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;gabi, gabi-gabi&lt;/span&gt;, pero syempre ako ang nangimpluwensya, sa kanila ako natutong &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tumawa hanggang sa sumakit ang tyan ko sa kakatawa, mapaluha sa kakatawa, tumawa habang nagrorotate ng 360 degrees &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[ WATTAMOVE! ]&lt;/span&gt;, tumawa habang nagheheadbang, tumawa habang tumatalon at pumapadyak, tumawa habang nagbaback and forth, tumawa nang walang humpay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isipin mo yun, nagbaon si elizza ng tatlong piraso ng &lt;B&gt;happy&lt;/b&gt;, bbq fLavor [ kung noob ka at hindi mo alam yung happy, isa itong uri ng mani, parang yung NAGARAYA , pero ibang storya na yun. ], hawak na namin ang tatlong pirasong happy, pero hindi ko alam kung bakit pero habang hawak namin ang mga ito ay tawa na kami ng tawa, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;napakamahiwaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PAG-ASA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SYP7gKfqtAI/AAAAAAAAAa8/l8ztU90EasQ/s1600-h/Salsa.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 116px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SYP7gKfqtAI/AAAAAAAAAa8/l8ztU90EasQ/s200/Salsa.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297354116709397506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;SUPERWOMAN&lt;br&gt;Alicia Keys&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I'm turning&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems complete&lt;br /&gt;I stand up and I'm searching&lt;br /&gt;For the better part of me&lt;br /&gt;I hang my head from sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slave to humanity&lt;br /&gt;I wear it on my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;Gotta find the strength in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I am a Superwoman&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am&lt;br /&gt;Yes she is&lt;br /&gt;Still when I'm a mess&lt;br /&gt;I still put on a vest&lt;br /&gt;With an S on my chest&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Superwoman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the mothers fighting&lt;br /&gt;For better days to come&lt;br /&gt;And all my women, all my women sitting here trying&lt;br /&gt;To come home before the sun&lt;br /&gt;And all my sisters&lt;br /&gt;Coming together&lt;br /&gt;Say yes I will&lt;br /&gt;Yes I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I am a Superwoman&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am&lt;br /&gt;Yes she is&lt;br /&gt;Still when I'm a mess&lt;br /&gt;I still put on a vest&lt;br /&gt;With an S on my chest&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Superwoman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm breaking down&lt;br /&gt;And I can't be found&lt;br /&gt;And I start to get weak&lt;br /&gt;Cause no one knows&lt;br /&gt;Me underneath these clothes&lt;br /&gt;But I can fly&lt;br /&gt;We can fly, Oooohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I am a Superwoman&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am&lt;br /&gt;Yes she is&lt;br /&gt;Still when I'm a mess&lt;br /&gt;I still put on a vest&lt;br /&gt;With an S on my chest&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Superwoman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psh . tapos na siguro ang kwento ko, nagkwento nga ba ako?&lt;br /&gt;balik nonsense na naman ang mga post ko. haha. :P tinamad kasi ako, sayang, maganda pa naman ang panimula.&lt;br /&gt;ano na bang mangyayari sa mga susunod na araw ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; na ako, sana makuha ako dun sa poster making ng dentaL heaLth month, chuchu, pramis babawi na ako ngayon, and sana makasama ko si ____ sa contest. haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; na akong matapos ang project namin sa MATH, model ng dream house? :P haha, yung sa group namin parang mansyon na simbahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; na din ako sa MAPSA, kasama ko yung UHAY sa contest, di ko aLam kung anong meron eh, haha, pero masaya, xempre kasama ko sina &lt;B&gt;pau, patz, fabz, te joie at kun sinu sino pa&lt;/b&gt;. si &lt;B&gt;jacel&lt;/b&gt; din ata kasama. pareho kaming kasama sa editorial cartooning. wenk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; na din ng bahagya sa js? haha. malamang, first time eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; na sa foundation day, wii sana may rides. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; na ako sa &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;swimming&lt;/span&gt;! kasama ang mga chuba ko sa albert. :D sana matuloy, ako pa naman nagyaya. haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;excited &lt;/span&gt; na ko magbakasyon, kukuha ako ng maraming lessons, pweh sana carry ko. :P makakapaggitara na ulit. gusto ko magdrums! kaso walang space dito sa bahay para paglagyan ng drum set. gusto ko tumugtog ng violin, okay sige mangangarap na lang ako. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay tama na ang excitement, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dahil madalas hindi natutuloy ang plano kapag masyadong nag-eexpect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PAG-ASA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTEr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAKITA MO NA BANG SUMAYAW SI SPIDERMAN?&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then prepare to laugh your heart out. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SYP_gtKQDcI/AAAAAAAAAbE/yg4lB-vj0I8/s1600-h/Spiderman.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 128px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SYP_gtKQDcI/AAAAAAAAAbE/yg4lB-vj0I8/s320/Spiderman.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297358524061322690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PAG-ASA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BALIK TAYO SA TOPIC NA PAG-ASA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam mo? Naisip ko lang, mali ang isipin ng ibang tao na may linyang &lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;umasa sa wala&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Walang taong umaasa sa wala, walang taong walang napapala kapag hindi umaasa. &lt;strike&gt; Umaasa ang tao dahil ito ang inaasahan niya at inaasahan niya ang mga bagay na kanyang inaasahan dahil umaasa siyang ito ang magbibigay sa kanya ng pag-asa&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige, sabihin na nating umasa ka at hindi ito nangyari, pero kaya lang hindi nangyari ang bagay na inaasahan mo dahil mas marami pang bagay na nakalaan para sa'yo, wag mong ikulong ang sarili mo sa isang bagay na hindi naman permanente dahil pwede ka namang umasa pa sa ibang bagay na mas maganda, pero syempre, kailangan mong kumilos, kailangan mong humanap ng paraan para makuha ito, at kung hindi mo man ito makuha edi ulitin mo ang proseso hanggang sa mamatay ka [ joke ]. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diba nga sabi ni MASTER OOGWAY sa KUNG FU PANDA :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;I&gt;"Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That is why it is called PRESENT.”&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya nga, yun nga, oo nga. dahil kung umaasa ka nga sa wala, edi parang sinabi mo na ring imposible ang inaasahan mo. hindi lang nangyari ang bagay na inaasahan mo dahil kinapos ka sa pagsisikap, at kung papalag ka pa at sasabihin mong nagsikap ka ng buong puso pero hindi pa rin ito nangyari, bahala ka na sa buhay mo, labinlimang taong gulang pa lang ako kaya malay ko kung anong gusto mong mangyari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.P.S. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligence plus character, that is the goal of true education&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align="right"&gt;- Dr. Martin Luther King&lt;/P&gt; - napanood ko yan sa STOMP THE YARD men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos na ako magsound trip sa mga kantang pinaburn sa akin. ibibigay ko na itong cd nabukas, okaya mamaya, o kaya sa sumunod na araw, sa sumunod na linggo o kaya sa isang taon na lang, basta, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;umaasa&lt;/span&gt; akong maibibigay ko ito. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;ITLOG + HOTDOG = THE END&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-4181381641527883419?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/4181381641527883419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=4181381641527883419' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/4181381641527883419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/4181381641527883419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2009/01/song-ng-buhay-ko.html' title='pag + asa = hope'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SYKEzxcZ--I/AAAAAAAAAaM/UmBR27Khwhg/s72-c/hope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-7145213492412769654</id><published>2009-01-25T12:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:04:44.109+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plengs'/><title type='text'>nawawaLang kaLaro</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4" color="yellow"&gt;"May mga bagay na ayaw ko ng isipin, pero di ko naman kayang kalimutan.. Bagay na ayaw ko ng ituloy pero takot akong wakasan..&lt;br /&gt;Yun bang ayaw ko ng umasa pero gusto ko pa rin MAGHINTAY..."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SX2mHEscw7I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/U_5DwvKX_6w/s1600-h/Where_are_you__by_jajoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SX2mHEscw7I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/U_5DwvKX_6w/s400/Where_are_you__by_jajoo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295571377307042738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naranasan mo na bang maka&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MISS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;font size="4"&gt;ng isang taong araw-araw mo namang nakikita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung &lt;U&gt;oo&lt;/u&gt; ang sagot mo Type &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MISS &lt; space &gt;OO&lt;/span&gt; at magclick sa comment box ko, kung &lt;U&gt;hindi&lt;/u&gt;, press &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;alt+F4&lt;/span&gt; at Lumayas ka na rito. [ JOKE xP ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam mo ba yung kantang SULUTERA? Hindi mo alam? Hindi ko rin alam eh. Pinasearch ito sa akin ng bespren kong si Jamaica habang nagkekwentuhan kami tungkol sa isang tao na aming kaklase na itago na lang natin sa pangalang &lt;U&gt;kaklase&lt;/u&gt;. Hindi ko pa ito napapakinggan pero nabasa ko ang lyrics nito. At sa lyrics pa lang ay naramdaman ko na ang matinding galit ng taong gumawa ng kantang ito. &lt;B&gt;Tara, pagnilayan natin&lt;/B&gt; :] - parentaL guidance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;centeR&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;SULUTERA&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;GAGONG RAPPER&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa kang putah ang galing mong umagaw&lt;br /&gt;Putang ina mo sakin ikaw ay sumsawsaw&lt;br /&gt;Galawgaw ka BITCH ang kati ng puke moh&lt;br /&gt;Kapal ng tingil moh agawin ang bf ko&lt;br /&gt;Tang ina wag kana ksing sumingit pati ba naman samin&lt;br /&gt;Ikw sumisiksik ano nmn ang gawin moh di sya&lt;br /&gt;Mapapsaiyo kasi ako lng nmn tlga ang mhl ng baby ko&lt;br /&gt;Damn girl isa ka lng konsumisyon pati ang bf ko gusto&lt;br /&gt;Moh maging koleksyon putang ina moh sulutera ka isa ka&lt;br /&gt;Ng puta gaga kna wag moh n akong hamunin pa pero&lt;br /&gt;Bago moh akong tokshik you look like a shet you mother&lt;br /&gt;Fukcing bitch sa susunod nmn dapt mong igalng sa&lt;br /&gt;Lalaking bitch ikw ay isang gahaman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Putang ina moh bitch mangaagaw ka...&lt;br /&gt;Sariling BF ko inaangkin mo na...&lt;br /&gt;PUTA KA ano bng kslanan ko...&lt;br /&gt;Pukeng ina gnwa moh skin ito...&lt;br /&gt;Trinato kta pra kong kptid...&lt;br /&gt;Sulutera ka ang gling moh manungkit...&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU BITCH BF ko n xa...&lt;br /&gt;Tigilan moh n kalandian moh sknya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano ba nagwa ko saiyo pati syota ko ay inaagaw moh&lt;br /&gt;Nung una sa kwento di ako naniniwla na ksama ako katulad&lt;br /&gt;Moh prng tanga nirespeto kita bingay pagtitwala pero&lt;br /&gt;Putang ina bigla moh nlng itong sinra mgksma lng kau&lt;br /&gt;Akla moh mahal ka na kaya tuloy sa tabi ako ngau'y&lt;br /&gt;Nag iisa tmhimik, litong lito prang tanga upang wlng&lt;br /&gt;Hadlng na kau ay lumigaya ikw pring nagiisang kong&lt;br /&gt;Matlik n kaibgan pero ewan ko sau biglang tinalkran&lt;br /&gt;Wa kna inaakla moh ikw ay pinpatulan sa katulad mong&lt;br /&gt;Babeng mukhang gurang at kulng ka nmn sa kaalman putah&lt;br /&gt;Ka ng ina moh di kita kailngan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Putang ina moh bitch mangaagaw ka...&lt;br /&gt;Sariling BF ko inaangkin mo na...&lt;br /&gt;PUTAH KA ano bng kslanan ko...&lt;br /&gt;Pukeng ina gnwa moh skin ito...&lt;br /&gt;Trinato kta pra kong kptid...&lt;br /&gt;Sulutera ka ang gling moh manungkit...&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU BITCH BF ko n xa...&lt;br /&gt;Tigilan moh n kalindaan moh sknya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy babae lukaret na nkikiagaw putang ina moh mukha&lt;br /&gt;Nmang halimaw dugo ko sayo nagu'y naguumapaw pag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punyeta di k nmn mgnda tumhmik kna ako sau'y puno na&lt;br /&gt;Ntatakot kba n di ptulan ng iba?... kya mga may syota&lt;br /&gt;Ang napiling biktma magingat ingat ka sa unang babala&lt;br /&gt;Bka di matglan maupakan kta kya mbuti pa magtgil kna&lt;br /&gt;Hwag ipitin bunganga ay ibuka isipin moh nlng ikw ay&lt;br /&gt;Matkot at hwag nang ulitin pa ksi di pa mag alas dose&lt;br /&gt;Buhok moh ay lagas na tgnan lng ntin kng mkaagaw ka p!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Putang ina moh bitch mangaagaw ka...&lt;br /&gt;Sariling BF ko inaangkin mo na...&lt;br /&gt;PUTAH KA ano bng kslanan ko...&lt;br /&gt;Pukeng ina gnwa moh skin ito...&lt;br /&gt;Inako kta pra kong kptid...&lt;br /&gt;Sulutera ka ang gling moh manungkit...&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU BITCH BF ko n xa...&lt;br /&gt;Tigilan moh n kalindaan moh sknya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy babae bkt kba dumdkit s BF ko?? ang landi landi moh&lt;br /&gt;Hndi kta gusto baguhin moh istilo moh dhl luma n yan&lt;br /&gt;Gusto moh yata ika'y masabunutan sa hitsura moh yan&lt;br /&gt;Di kana kinalibutan di kna nag bgo ng iyong kdirihan&lt;br /&gt;Akala moh nmn ikw ay paptulan maghnty ka ksi na ikw&lt;br /&gt;Ang lapitan hndi ang ikw pa ang lumalapet sa may BF ng&lt;br /&gt;May BF gustong mag palagare ang mag pa yare di kana&lt;br /&gt;Nahiya sa relasyon nmin sumisingit nlng bgla ewan ko&lt;br /&gt;Lng kng adik ikaw ay patulan may pa charming charming&lt;br /&gt;Ka png nlalaman mgnda kba like me?? owss... mhusay kb&lt;br /&gt;Tell me... ?? (sbhin moh) so alm nmn ng laht ikw ay sulutera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Putang ina moh bitch mangaagaw ka...&lt;br /&gt;Sariling BF ko inaangkin mo na...&lt;br /&gt;PUTAH KA ano bng kslanan ko...&lt;br /&gt;Pukeng ina gnwa moh skin ito...&lt;br /&gt;Inako kta pra kong kptid...&lt;br /&gt;Sulutera ka ang gling moh manungkit...&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU BITCH BF ko n xa...&lt;br /&gt;Tigilan moh n kalindaan moh sknya&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;waLaya!&lt;/b&gt; Ano ang nararamdaman mo ngayon? haha. Kung mapapansin natin, puro MURA ang lyrics nito. Ewan ko pero natatawa lang talaga ako dahil kayang gumawa ng kanta ng ibang tao gamit ang mga mura. haha. pasensya na talaga kung hindi ka fan ng mga taong nagmumura, dahil kahit ako ay namanata nang iiwasan ko na ang pagmumura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko talaga hilig makinig ng rap, except na lamang noong 10 years old pa lang ako dahil idol ko noon si &lt;B&gt;EMINEM&lt;/b&gt; at &lt;B&gt;JOHN CENA&lt;/B&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sige, back to the topic&lt;/span&gt;, diba kahit puro mura ang lyrics, kahit piranggot ay napa&lt;I&gt;OO NGA NOH?&lt;/I&gt; ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;Naranasan mo na bang maagawan?&lt;/u&gt; OO, &lt;B&gt;maagawan&lt;/b&gt;. Hindi lang ng boypren o girlpren o asawa. Naranasan mo na bang maagawan ng &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;kaibigan&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt; bestfriend&lt;/font&gt;? &lt;U&gt;nanay&lt;/u&gt;? &lt;U&gt;tatay&lt;/u&gt;? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kapatid&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;font size="5"&gt;pamilya&lt;/font&gt;?&lt;font size="4"&gt; kamag-anak?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; pwesto? posisyon? istilo? candy? lollipop? remote? channel sa tv? &lt;font color="yellow"&gt;paboritong kulay?&lt;/font&gt; computer? cellphone? pera? pagkain? alagang hayop? papel? bolpen? motto in life? bahay? lupa? pangarap sa buhay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kasi kung oo, friends na tayo. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ba may mga taong &lt;B&gt;NANG-AAGAW&lt;/B&gt;? Sagutin mo naman ang tanong ko oh. Hindi ba sila nakokontento sa buhay nila? Hindi pa ba sapat ang mga bagay o tao na meron sila? &lt;U&gt;&lt;I&gt;Hindi pa ba sila masaya?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan nasabi ko sa sariLi ko, ang saya, kumpLetong pamiLya, matataas na grado, maraming kaibigan. parang iLang buwan Lang ang nakaLipas matapos ko ito sabihin ng &lt;/font&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;biglang naglaho ang lahat&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sakit di ba?&lt;/b&gt; . &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;parang keLan Lang ang saya saya natin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minsan sinabi ko sa isa ko pang bespren na si &lt;B&gt;karen&lt;/b&gt;. "&lt;I&gt;wag moko iiwan ah ? kasi Lahat na Lang kinuha niya sakin. naubos na mga kaibigan ko. waLa nang tinira.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;napaLuha na Lang ako bigLa ng sumagot siya, "&lt;I&gt;aLam mo ba kapag sinasabi mo sakin na nawawaLa na mga kaibigan mo, Lagi kong naaaLaLa yung mga panahon na magkakasama tayo, yung araw-araw tayong masaya tapos kadafriday may gaLa tayo. parang ang sakit isipin na bigLa na Lang nagLaho mga yun .&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kung kanina ka pa nacocornihan sa mga sinasabi ko, pwede mo na akong tigilan, lumipat ka sa ibang blog, ayos lang.&lt;/span&gt; :] &lt;b&gt;WAPAKELS&lt;/B&gt; haha. psh. medyo waLa ako sa mood eh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ay ay. may ginawa paLa akong tuLa, pero noong eLementary pa ata ako nito ?&lt;br /&gt; joke. matagaL- tagaL na tong tuLang toh, noong mga panahon masaya pa ko, at medyo baLasubas pa, sabi niLa &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bitin daw ang ending&lt;/span&gt; . sige tama na ang intro, wait, itatype ko na.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;&lt;font color="yellow" size="5"&gt;HOY&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy kaibigan ko&lt;br /&gt;"Buhay ka pa ba?"&lt;br /&gt;Yan ang lagi mong tanong&lt;br /&gt;Sa text na wantusawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy kaibigan ko&lt;br /&gt;Naalala mo pa ba&lt;br /&gt;Ang mga panahon&lt;br /&gt;Na tawa tayo ng tawa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mababaw na joke&lt;br /&gt;Nakanganga na&lt;br /&gt;Akala tuloy nila&lt;br /&gt;Tayo'y baliw na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinatawanan kita&lt;br /&gt;Kahit ang corny mo&lt;br /&gt;Wag kang mag-alala&lt;br /&gt;Naaawa lang ako&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy kaibigan ko&lt;br /&gt;Nasaan ka na ba?&lt;br /&gt;Parang kelan lang&lt;br /&gt;Ay gala tayo ng gala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tambay sa 7eleven&lt;br /&gt;kain sa Jollibee&lt;br /&gt;Gala sa mga mall&lt;br /&gt;Kahit abutin pa ng gabi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy kaibigan ko&lt;br /&gt;Pasensya ka na&lt;br /&gt;Dahil sa akin&lt;br /&gt;Ay ginagabi ka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy kaibigan ko&lt;br /&gt;Ayos ka lang ba?&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ka umiiyak?&lt;br /&gt;Siya na naman ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wag kang mag-alala&lt;br /&gt;Mawawala rin yan&lt;br /&gt;Nandito lang kami&lt;br /&gt;Iyong mga kaibigan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy kaibigan ko&lt;br /&gt;Sino ba siya?&lt;br /&gt;Di mo manlang sinabi&lt;br /&gt;Kaibigan mo pala siya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy kaibigan ko&lt;br /&gt;Nariyan ka pa ba?&lt;br /&gt;Di na kita makausap&lt;br /&gt;Bigla kang nawala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay .pagpasensyahan niyo na yang waLang kwentang tuLa, hindi naman ako manunuLa para tumuLa at naisipan ko Lang yan isulat habang nagcocombine kami ng eLements sa chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ko ba naisipang ilagay yang tulang yan rito? Narealize ko kasi, ang galing ng tadhana noh? Nagsusulat lang ako ng tulang ito habang naglelesson sa klase, tapos nangyayari na ang mga nakasulat dito sakin ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- back to reaLity &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. nakakahiya Lahat ng score ko sa mga periodicaL test. haLos Lahat &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bagsak&lt;/span&gt;. hindi ko sinagutan yung iba. pero anyways, &lt;I&gt;maLaya na rin naman ako&lt;/I&gt;. sabi nga ng aking ama, hindi na siya mageexpect na mapasama uLit ako sa honor students, o kahit sa piLot, kaya WAPAKELS. joke. eh waLa na ako sa wisyo eh, iba taLaga ang nawawaLa sa wisyo. baka sa next grading ibagsak ko na din ang mga exam, at kung mapiLit ang pagkakataon at mapasama pa rin ako sa pilot next year, &lt;B&gt;magpapatanggaL na Lang ako&lt;/b&gt;. tsk. ansama kong anak, parang dati Lang ang sipag sipag ko, nangongoLekta ako ng mga &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;certificate at medaL&lt;/span&gt;, ngayon puro &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bagsak at tardy sLips&lt;/span&gt; na kinokoLekta ko. PWEH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;TULUNGAN MO AKO&lt;/U&gt;. kaiLangan ko ng &lt;I&gt;inspirasyon&lt;/I&gt; - demanding ba ? haha. kaiLangan ko ng &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dahiLan&lt;/span&gt; para pumasok sa eskweLahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha . P.S. paano ba magiba ng Layout dito sa bLogger ng nde natatanggaL ang widgets tuLad ng foLLowers ? kasi may test bLog ako, at kapag ineedit ko ang htmL tapos niLaLagay ko yung mga bsection chuchu na may id ng mga widgets Laging may error na nagsasabing waLang end tag ng bsection o div at ng iba pang tags kahit tadtarin ko pa ito ng end tags. saLamat sa maaaring makatuLong :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="yellow"&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Makakabalik ka nga sa lugar pero hindi sa panahon. Makikita mo ulit ang taong minahal mo pero hindi na mauulit ang nararamdamam niyo noon. Lahat ng nagyari noon ay isa na lang lamang masayang gunita ngayon. Isang bintana sa kahapon, na pa minsan-minsan ay gusto mong masulyapang muli. Sabay bulong sa sarili, ” sana pwedeng ibalik ang mga nangyari noon para magawa kong tama ang mga maling desisyon ng pagkakataon.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SX2rv6gEb1I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/0-G71JKBaQ0/s1600-h/th_great.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SX2rv6gEb1I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/0-G71JKBaQ0/s320/th_great.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295577576503537490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt; pede ba kitang maging kaLaro ? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-7145213492412769654?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/7145213492412769654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=7145213492412769654' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/7145213492412769654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/7145213492412769654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2009/01/nawawalang-kalaro.html' title='nawawaLang kaLaro'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SX2mHEscw7I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/U_5DwvKX_6w/s72-c/Where_are_you__by_jajoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-4810890189608896301</id><published>2009-01-17T18:28:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:05:23.408+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talambuhay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la pamilya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>para sa iyo at sa kanya at sa kaniLa at sa'yo [ taLambuhay 1o1 ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4" color="yellow"&gt;"Masuwerte ako dahil pinaglaro at pinag-aral ako ng mga magulang ko nung bata pa 'ko. Hindi pala lahat ng bata ay dumadaan sa kamusmusan.".&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bob Ong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SXHHVeUzpEI/AAAAAAAAAZc/XPwgtyGefKM/s1600-h/Celine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SXHHVeUzpEI/AAAAAAAAAZc/XPwgtyGefKM/s320/Celine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292230208868557890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Natulog ka ba?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Ha?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Natulog ka ba ng hapon?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Ba't ako matutulog ng hapon?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Eh syempre."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Wag na."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Nagmerienda ka na ba?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Ha?" [ nakasaLampak kasi ang headphone sa ulo ko habang nagsasoundtrip.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Kumain ka na ng merienda?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Di pa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Kumain ka na."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Ehh maya na. Tsk."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matapos akong kausapin ng tatay ko ay bigLa siyang pumasok sa kanyang kwarto upang magbihis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mababaw Lang ito, pero kung katuLad moko, makakareLate ka, &lt;i&gt;siguradong for sure&lt;/I&gt; . haha. :]&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;kakaaLis Lamang ng tatay ko dito sa bahay, may pupuntahan Lang daw siya. nababaLot ng katahimikan ang bahay namin ngayon dahiL mag-isa Lang ako. Kani-kanina naman ay nandito ang aking nanay at bunsong kapatid pero umaLis din siLa at pumunta ng maLL. Ang kuya ko naman ay may pasok. May tahimik na digmaang naganap kagabi at muLa noon ay hindi na siLa nagpansinan. Hay inay, Hayy itay. Minsan kahit sabihin kong kumpLeto ang aming pamiLya, may mga panahong parang hindi. Pero naiintindihan ko na bawat pamiLya ay may probLema at hinding hindi ito mawawaLa sa taLambuhay ng bawat miyembro nito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medyo nagsisisi pa ako ngayon dahiL sinungitan ko na naman ang tatay ko. Gumagawa ako ng Report ko sa fiLipino at ang fLash ang ginagamit ko para sa visuaL aid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HaLos araw araw na Lang na ginawa ng Diyos, sinusungitan ko ang tatay ko. DaLa na Lang siguro ng iLang probLemang nangyari dati. Pero nagsisisi ako sa pagiging bastos at waLang modo. SpoiLed ba? Hindi naman, bastos Lang at waLang modo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa akong anak na waLang pakieLam dahiL ayokong ipakita ang nararamdaman ko. Isa akong anak na magpapakita Lang ng pagmamahaL kapag kinokonsensya na at nabibigyan na ng tyempo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="yellow"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CenteR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELementary pa Lang ako iniispoiL na ako kahit di ako spoiLed. WaLa akong hinihingi, hindi ako nagpapabiLi ng kung anu- ano kung hindi ko naman kaiLangan, pero bibiLan niLa ako ng kung anu-anong hindi ko naman kaiLangan dahiL gusto niLa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako pabaya, tamad o nagrerebeLde. Hindi ko binubuhos ang oras ko sa &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;computer, ceLLphone, teLepono, boypren, kaibigan o kung anu ano pang bagay na pampaLipas oras&lt;/span&gt;. Mudmod ako sa &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;araL, araL, araL, araL at araL&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tahimik&lt;/span&gt; Lang ako, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hindi ako sumasagot sa maguLang&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; hindi sumisigaw&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hindi nakikipag-away&lt;/span&gt;, waLang probLema sa akin ang aking mga maguLang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;Isa Lang naman ang probLema ko noon&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; iyaking bata&lt;/span&gt; ako at &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;tatLong oras ang inaabot ko bago matapos ang aking kinakain&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang card na nakita mo sa taas ay regalo ko sa daddy ko noong grade 1 pa ako. Nasa &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Saudi&lt;/span&gt; siya noon. Iniscan yan ng nanay ko para ipadala sa kanya through e-mail. Hindi ko akalaing grade 1 pa lang ako, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;maalindog&lt;/span&gt; na ang mga kamay ko. [ oww. yabang. haha. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Generous&lt;/span&gt; na ako noong bata ako, kadaPasko, Birthday, Valentine's, Anniversary at kahit okasyon, binibigyan ko ng regalo ang mga magulang ko. Ultimo regalo na natanggap ko sa exchange gift sa Christmas party ay binibigay ko na rin sa kanila, siyempre, ipapabalot ko naman muna ito sa lola o katulong namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hindi ako nagsisinungaLing&lt;/span&gt;, gumagawa ng &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;kaLokohan&lt;/span&gt;, nagsasabi ng &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;kaLokohan&lt;/span&gt; o sumasama sa &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;kaLokohan&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;U&gt;Pangarap&lt;/u&gt; kong maging &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;arkitekto&lt;/span&gt; para masundan ang mga hakbang ng aking mga maguLang o kaya'y maging &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;doktor&lt;/span&gt; dahiL &lt;U&gt;pangarap&lt;/u&gt; ng nanay kong magkaroon ng anak na gagamot sa kanya kapag may sakit siya. HiLig kong &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;magdrowing &lt;/span&gt;at &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;magLaro&lt;/span&gt; ng &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;patintero, agawang base, Bangsak, Langit Lupa, tayaan, ice ice water, pepsi pepsi 7up, tumbang preso, Luksong tinik, Luksong baka at taguan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;muLa 7 ng umaga hanggang 11 ng gabi&lt;/span&gt; [ depende kung anong oras mapapagod ] &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Umiiyak ako&lt;/span&gt; dahiL napagsabihan ako, umiiyak ako dahiL ayaw ko nang ubusin ang pagkain ko, umiiyak ako dahiL trip ko. Lagi kong &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kakuLitan ang mga kapatid kong LaLaki&lt;/span&gt;, kiLitian, camping sa bakuran, takbuhan, magLaro ng pLaystation, magkwentuhan at kung anu- ano pa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WaLa akong pakieLam sa itsura ko&lt;/span&gt;, kung anong pedeng isuot, isusuot ko. Lahat ng damit na biLin sa akin ng nanay ko, sige Lang, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;suot Lang ng suot&lt;/span&gt;. Umiikot ang mundo ko sa &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bahay, kaLsada at paaraLan&lt;/span&gt; na Limang bahay Lang ang pagitan sa amin. Hindi ako marunong &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;magcommute, magLakwatsa at bumiLi ng kung anu- ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Namumutaktak ako ng &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"po" at "opo"&lt;/span&gt; kapag kausap ang nakatatanda. KakuLitan ko ang &lt;U&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LoLo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; ko at Lagi akong umaangkas sa kanya [ piggyback rides? ] at pinapasyaL niya ako sa viLLage namin gamit ang trike namin. KaLaro ko naman ang &lt;U&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LoLa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; ko, inaayusan namin ang mga manika ko, mga barbie at minsan Laruang sundaLo ng kapatid ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakwentuhan ko naman ang &lt;U&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LoLa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; ko, muLa sa history ng tatay ko hanggang sa history ng bahay namin sa &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SampaLoc &lt;/span&gt;aLam niya. Minsan kinikiLiti ko siya at sabay sisigaw siya ng &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Ay nako!"&lt;/span&gt; tapos tatawa na Lang ako. Minsan sinabi niya sa akin, "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sa'yo ko ipapamana ang bahay at Lupa ko sa SampaLoc.&lt;/span&gt;" pero dahiL napakabata ko pa noon, hindi ko pa ito masyadong inisip at hindi ko ito sinabi sa mga maguLang ko dahiL &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;anu naman ang gagawin ko doon?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Namatay ang LoLa ko sa uLcer isang buwan matapos niyang sabihin sa akin ang mga saLitang yun&lt;/span&gt;. At isa pang bagay na pinagsisisihan ko ay noong &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;gabi bago siya mamatay&lt;/span&gt;, katabi ko siya sa kama ko, kinekwentuhan niya ako tungkoL sa isang importanteng bagay pero dahiL matutuLog na dapat ako at katatapos ko Lang gumawa ng proyekto [ grade 3 ako noon ] &lt;U&gt;tinuLugan ko siya&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kinabukasan&lt;/span&gt;, umuwi ako gaLing sa paaraLan, nakahiga siya sa kama niya, sabi ko pa nga &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"LoooLaaaa !! "&lt;/span&gt; habang nakangiti at sabik magmano, hindi ako nakapagmano dahiL nga tuLog siya. matagaL na siyang may uLcer noong mga oras na iyon. Gabi nang nanonood kami ng mga kapatid ko ng isang teLenobeLa sa tv nang &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bigLang napasigaw ang katuLong namin&lt;/span&gt; nang pumunta siya sa kwarto ng LoLa ko, tumakbo Lahat kami papunta doon at nakita naming &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nasa sahig na siya&lt;/span&gt;, at &lt;strike&gt;sumuka&lt;/strike&gt; na paLa ng &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dugo&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Patay na siya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Tumawag ang kapitbahay namin ng ambuLansya [ nasa trabaho pa ang mga maguLang namin noon. ], sa pag-aakaLang buhay pa siya. HaLos Lahat ng kapitbahay namin nasa Labas ng bahay at pati ang Presidente ng viLLage namin pinuntahan kami at kinomfort ang kuya kong humahaguLgoL. [&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; sumaLangit nawa si LoLa. &lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumasok pa rin ako sa paaraLan kinabukasan at waLa ni-isang nakaaLam na namatayan ako, patuLoy pa rin ang pangtitrip sa akin ng kakLase ko na minsan ko na ring naging &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;crush&lt;/span&gt;. TiLa pnb ako sa paaraLan. MuLa kinder hanggang grade 1 ay sa &lt;B&gt;Madonna and Child Jesus School&lt;/b&gt; ako nag-aral at consistent top 1 ako. Naging Valedictorian at nagspeech sa simbahan. Tatlo lang kami sa klase noong grade 1 ako dahil maliit lamang ang aming paaralan [ kahit mas mahal pa ang tuition sa ccc ] , si &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Marion&lt;/span&gt;, si &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Aina&lt;/span&gt; [ hindi ko na talaga matandaan ang pangalan niya pero alam ko may kapatid siyang pangalan ay Aira ] at ako. Labteam ng bayan si Marion at Aina at ako ang dakilang extra. Sabagay maganda naman si Aina at ako ay isa lamang brainy high na minsan lamang tumawa. Noong grade 1 din ay nag&lt;B&gt;doxology&lt;/b&gt; ako. Apat kaming babae, natatandaan kong &lt;b&gt;Iingatan Ka&lt;/b&gt; ni Carol Banawa pa ang kanta. Naalala kong paulit-ulit akong pinaikot-ikot ng partner ko, at ng mga oras na iyon at nagsitayuan ang mga tao at nagpaLakpakan sa sobrang mangha dahiL matapos akong paikutin ng maraming beses ay di ako nahiLo at nagpatuLoy pa rin sa pagsayaw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lumipat ako sa &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cainta Catholic College&lt;/span&gt; nang maggrade 2 ako dahil wala daw challenge sa dati kong school at patuloy lang akong magiging top 1. Doon ko nakita ang mundo, kaydami paLa ng mga tao. 40+ kami sa kLase. Ah, elem life nga naman. Doon ko naranasang mapagtripan ng kaklase, matanong ng "kaya mo bang hindi magsalita ng isang buong araw?" at sagutin ito ng "oo.", mapuri ng mapuri ng Lahat ng teacher, hindi makiLaLa ng teacher, magkacrush ng iba, maging crush ng iba [ sige, wag ka maniwaLa. ], Landiin ng iba, mapagtripan, at kung anu- ano pa. Yan ang mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[ para sa mga kakLase ko ngayon ]&lt;/span&gt; Akalain mo yun, &lt;B&gt;bestfriend&lt;/b&gt; ko paLa si &lt;B&gt;edward&lt;/b&gt; noong grade 2 ako. &lt;B&gt;Close friend&lt;/b&gt; ko rin noon si &lt;B&gt;frances&lt;/b&gt;, na minsan ko na ring tinuring na bestfriend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mula grade 2 hanggang grade 4 ay naging &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Top 2&lt;/span&gt; na lang ako. Naranasan kong maging pangalawa. Naranasan kong sumali sa mga quiz bee at mga contest. Naranasan kong sumayaw sa harap ng maraming tao. Noong grade 5 at grade 6 naman ay naranasan kong mapasama sa piLot section at makasaLamuha ng mga taong kakaiba [ by kakaiba, i mean, unique, hindi speciaL chiLd. haha. ] naging &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;top 3&lt;/span&gt; ako noong grade 5 at naging &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;second honorabLe mention&lt;/span&gt; naman noong grade 6. Proud na proud sa akin ang mga maguLang ko. Umuwi pa ang tatay ko gaLing ng &lt;B&gt;Dubai&lt;/b&gt; para makapunta sa graduation ko dahiL kapag may honor ang bata, 2 seats ang reserved para sa mga taong makakasama ng student.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Napakamahiwaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero alam mo, sabi nila, nung elem ako, hindi ako marunong ngumiti. haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="yellow"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamusta naman ang buhay ko ngayon? Ngayong parte na ako ng tinatawag na panahon ng &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;adoLescence&lt;/span&gt;, panahon kung saan ang kabataan ay binabaLot ng pagiging makasariLi, kabastusan, pagkahiLig sa mga bagay na waLang katuturan,pagrerebeLde, bisyo, paghahanap ng &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"pagmamahaL"&lt;/span&gt; sa ibang tao sa pamamagitan ng pakikipagreLasyon.  Panahon ito ng pagsubok para sa mga maguLang, ito kumbaga ang isa sa mga &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"worst nightmares"&lt;/span&gt; na kaiLangang harapin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sige nga&lt;/span&gt;, humanap ka ng teenager na hindi sumuway sa kahit isang utos ng maguLang, hindi nagsisinungaling, hindi sumasagot ng pabalang, hindi nagpapasaway, waLang bisyo o hindi nagLoLoko. &lt;U&gt;Dalhin mo siya rito at sa'yo na ang pera ko sa bangko.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mukhang kabaLigtaran na ng mga nabanggit ko sa itaas ang kalagayan ko ngayon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon, inaabot ako ng &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt; oras sa computer, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;24/7&lt;/span&gt; ako sa cellphone, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt; oras sa mp3 o mp4 at mahigit&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; 6&lt;/span&gt; oras sa telebisyon. Hindi pa kasama ang paglalaro ko ng psp, ps1, ps2 at gba. Halos &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mamaga&lt;/span&gt; ang &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tainga&lt;/span&gt; ko sa &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;kakatelebabad&lt;/span&gt; at mapudpod ang keypad ko sa katetext. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lubog&lt;/span&gt; na ang&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; mata&lt;/span&gt; ko sa kakababas sa monitor. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Maitim&lt;/span&gt; na ang&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; eyebags &lt;/span&gt;sa kakapuyat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tamad na ako mag-aral&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;U&gt;wala ako sa wisyo&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hindi na&lt;/span&gt; ako si little ms.perfect sa pamilya. Kumakain na lang ako kapag boring ang lesson sa paaralan, matutulog ako kapag gusto ko, makikipagdaldalan kong hindi ko trip makinig. &lt;U&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gabi gabi ay gabi ako umuuwi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Wala sa bokabularyo ko ang dumiretso sa bahay. Kung didiretso uwi man ako, may dala akong mga kaibigan at dito kami tatambay. Inaabot ako ng limang oras sa pagtambay at lagpas pa dito ang oras sa paggala. Maaga pa para sa aking ang pag-uwi ng &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9:00pm&lt;/span&gt;. Kinikilabutan ako kapag umuuwi ako ng may araw pa &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dahil di ako sanay&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ubos ubos biyaya&lt;/span&gt; ako. Mas minahal ko ang mga kaibigan ko kaysa sa aking pamilya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halos di na kami nag-uusap ng aking mga kapatid. Parang anino na lang ang lolo ko. Kapag kinakausap ako ng mga magulang ko minsan pabalang pa ako sumagot. Wala na sa bokabularyo ko ang "po" at "opo". Ilang beses pa akong pipilit kumain bago ko bitawan ang cellphone ko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mukha akong gala, gala, gala. Bukambibig ko ang gala. Kahit kung san-san na ako nakakarating hindi pa rin ako nagpapaalam. Maligaw na kung maligaw, &lt;I&gt;wapakels&lt;/i&gt;. Nagkaroon pa ako ng bisyo. At adik adik na ako dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para akong &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Black sheep&lt;/span&gt; sa &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pilot section&lt;/span&gt;. Inimpluwensiyahan ko sila o sila ang nangimpluwensiya sa akin, &lt;U&gt;di na ito mahalaga&lt;/u&gt;, pare pareho kaming bumulusok pababa. Ako pa ang mahilig magyaya sa &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;gala at tambay&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Walang hiya talaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [ wait kakain muna ako. babaLikan ktia mamaya. mambibitin muna ako.  ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm back. 9:49pm na. :] hehe. gaLing noh? ngayon ko Lang pinagpaLit ang pagpopost para sa pagkain. bukod sa masarap ang uLam, kakauwi Lang ng aking ama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SXHnwTQvpaI/AAAAAAAAAZk/LYM1JqpOOkI/s1600-h/c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SXHnwTQvpaI/AAAAAAAAAZk/LYM1JqpOOkI/s320/c1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292265854127285666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh. ako yan. ang cute ko. kasama ang tatay ko. hahaha. wala lang, nakalkal ko lang dito sa pc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matapos magniLay- niLay sa &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;baaaaaaaaaanghaaaaaaaaaaabaaaaaaaaang&lt;/span&gt; post na ito, naisip kong dapat na akong magpakabait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;New Year's Resolution ko na yan&lt;/span&gt;. lalamunin ko na ang pride ko, magpapakabait na ako sa mga magulang ko. Hindi ko naman maipapangako yan, pero susubukan ko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero alam mo, kahit na napakanegative ko na sa paningin mo dahil ganito ako. [ malamang ay mamaliitin mo ako kung mas malala ka pa sa akin.] May kahit kaunting kabutihan naman ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag may naririnig silang tawa, ako agad ang naiisip nila. Mahilig akong magpasaya kahit sobrang corny ko, kahit &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;wala na akong ginawa kundi tumawa&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;At least napangiti kita at nagkaroon ka ng taong pedeng laitin at pagtripan, magpapakababa ako para sa iyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung napansin mong lagi kitang inaaway at kinukulit, asahan mong pagtalikod ko, puro papuri na ang sinasabi ko sa'yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wag ka sana mambara kung nanglalambing ako, kasi minsan lang ako manlambing. Wag ka sana umiwas kapag may inamin ako sa'yo, dahil minsan lang ako umamin. Wag mo sana akong isnabin kapag nakita mo ako, dahil sandali na lang ang oras na makikita mo ako. Wag mo sana ako balewalain kapag umiiyak ako, kasi minsan lang ako umiyak. Wag mo sana akong awayin kapag nangungulit ako, kasi ganun lang ang paraan ko ng panlalambing. Wag ka sana mapikon kapag inaasar kita, kasi sa pamamagitan non nagiging close tayo. Wag mo sana ako tarayan kapag tumatawa ako, kasi ang gusto ko lang tumawa ka din. Sana makinig ka pag may problema ako, kasi hindi mo lang alam kung gaano kalaki ang tiwala ko sa'yo. Wag mo sana ako itaboy kapag pinupuntahan kita, kasi di mo lang alam na gusto lang kitang makasama. Wag mo sana akong kamuhian, dahil di mo lang alam kung gano kita kamahal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="yellow"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakauwi lang ng dalawa kong kapatid at ng nanay ko. Inuwian niya ako ng chicken mcdo. Aww. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa lahat ng bagay na pinagdaanan ko, kahit halos puro mababaw lamang ang mga ito, nalaman kong hindi lahat ng bagay laging nasa tabi mo. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gasgas&lt;/span&gt; na ang "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nasa huli ang pagsisisi&lt;/span&gt;" kaya wag mo nang hintaying may mangyaring masama bago ka kumilos. Wag mo sayangin ang oras, sabihin na lahat ng pedeng sabihin, ipadama na ang dapat ipadama, kasi &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hindi mo alam kung kailan mawawala ang mga tao sa paligid mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;centeR&gt;&lt;img src="http://th97.photobucket.com/albums/l205/SouthernGirlTN86/th_bow.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itLog + hotdog =&lt;br /&gt;[ the end ]&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-4810890189608896301?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/4810890189608896301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=4810890189608896301' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-9192590853625547256</id><published>2009-01-16T20:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:14:35.664+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eraserheads'/><title type='text'>para sa masa</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="pink"&gt;Ito ay para sa mga masa&lt;br /&gt;Sa lahat ng nawalan ng pag-asa&lt;br /&gt;Sa lahat ng ng aming nakasama&lt;br /&gt;Sa lahat ng hirap at pagdurusa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naaalala nito pa ba&lt;br /&gt;Binigyan namin kayo ng ligaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilang taon na ring lumipas&lt;br /&gt;Mga kulay ng mundo ay kumupas&lt;br /&gt;Marami na rin ang mga pagbabago&lt;br /&gt;Di maiiwasan pagkat tayo ay tao lamang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mapapatawad mo ba ako&lt;br /&gt;Kung hindi ko sinunod ang gusto mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la la la la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinilit kong iahon ka&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit ayaw mo namang sumama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito ay para sa mga masa&lt;br /&gt;Sa lahat ng binaon ng sistema&lt;br /&gt;Sa lahat ng aming nakabarkada&lt;br /&gt;Sa lahat ng mahilig sa labsong at drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa lahat ng di marunong bumasa&lt;br /&gt;Sa lahat ng may problema sa skwela&lt;br /&gt;Sa lahat ng fans ni sharon cuneta&lt;br /&gt;Sa lahat ng may problema sa pera&lt;br /&gt;Sa lahat ng masa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huwag mong hayaang ganito&lt;br /&gt;Bigyan ang sarili ng respeto&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/AkcwXIOgt3/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/AkcwXIOgt3/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" 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type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=9192590853625547256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/9192590853625547256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/9192590853625547256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2009/01/para-sa-masa.html' title='para sa masa'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-8663110696196182613</id><published>2009-01-13T19:33:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:16:35.468+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o common'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bob ong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lab'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating tambayan'/><title type='text'>ang buhay ng isang surot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SWyZHYo_dYI/AAAAAAAAAZE/l9aXZ7pLRNs/s1600-h/th_PrettyPattern-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 105px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SWyZHYo_dYI/AAAAAAAAAZE/l9aXZ7pLRNs/s320/th_PrettyPattern-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290772014406006146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;centeR&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="yellow"&gt;"Minsan kahit ikaw ang nakaschedule, kailangan mo pa ring maghintay kasi hindi ikaw ang priority."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; - Bob Ong [ forever . haha . ]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. mahaL na mahaL na mahaL na mahaL na mahaL na mahaL ko siya. pero waLa akong magagawa, hindi niya maibabaLik ang pagmamahaL na iyon dahiL ang pinakamataLik kong kaibigan ang mahaL niya. anu bang magagawa ko ? surot Lang ako sa buhay niya [ maLusaw ka sa kacornihan ] . sa totoo Lang nakuha ko Lang yang &lt;B&gt;ang buhay ng isang surot&lt;/b&gt;. tagaLog ng "a bug's Life". [ ayan pacorny na ng pacorny . ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"masakit ba ceLine ?"&lt;/i&gt; yan ang tanong niLa. duh, obvious ba ? hehe. pero ano bang magagawa ko, hindi ko mapipiLit ang isang tao na tumibok ang puso niya para sa taong di naman niya kayang mahaLin . [ takte ang drama ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noong nakaraan taon pa dapat ako magdadrama, eh waLang panahon eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;centeR&gt;&lt;I&gt; " para kang bubbLegum na masarap nguyain. "&lt;/i&gt; - Mela&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kumakain kami ng tanghaLian sa bahay ni karen [ kasama ang aking mga kagrupo sa mapeh, ito ang huLing araw ng shooting ] nang bigLa kaming napadaan sa Cinema 1, &lt;B&gt;"Dahil Mahal na Mahal Kita"&lt;/b&gt; ang pinapaLabas. hindi naman sa ignorante ako, pero di ko aLam ang movie na ito . aLam ko Lang yung kanta ni roseLLe nava na dahiL mahaL na mahaL kita . tungkoL ito sa Lab triangLe ni &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rico Yan, Claudine Barretto&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Diether Ocampo&lt;/span&gt;. May gusto si &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;diether&lt;/span&gt; kay &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;cLaudine&lt;/span&gt; na bad girL sa simuLa, at may gusto naman si &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;cLaudine at rico yan&lt;/span&gt; sa isa't isa. naging siLa, kaya nagbago si &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;cLaudine&lt;/span&gt; at tumigiL sa pagrerebeLde. dahiL sa pagpupumiLit ni &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;diether&lt;/span&gt;, gumawa siya ng mga paraan para masira ang daLawa . at nagawa nga niya ito, syempre nagbreak si &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;cLaudine at rico&lt;/span&gt;. bumaLik sa pagiging rebeLLious si &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;cLaudine&lt;/span&gt;. naging si diether at &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;cLaudine&lt;/span&gt;. mahaL pa rin ni &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;rico &lt;/span&gt;si &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;cLaudine&lt;/span&gt; at nakita ni &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;diether&lt;/span&gt; na mahaL pa rin ni &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;cLaudine&lt;/span&gt; si rico yan . kaya nung grad party ata niLa. niLapitan ni &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;diether&lt;/span&gt; si &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;rico yan&lt;/span&gt; at sinabi niya na aLagaan ni rico si cLaudine dahiL kapag pinakawaLan pa niya ito, hindi na niya ito mababawi. then sa huLing part isinayaw si&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; rico &lt;/span&gt;si &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;cLaudine&lt;/span&gt;, napatingin si diether na naLuLuha then &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;cLaudine&lt;/span&gt; said "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; thank you&lt;/span&gt; . " . BLAH BLAH . &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i'm done narrating the movie&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ang sakit sa parte ni diether yun&lt;/span&gt;. ang &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;magparaya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;? diba ? kaya muLa noon, ang tawag na niLa sakin &lt;B&gt;diether&lt;/b&gt;. haha. xP nakakatats kasi sabi niLa kahit sobrang sakit nakakabiLib daw si &lt;I&gt;diether&lt;/i&gt; dahiL nakakayanan pa niyang tuLungan yung mahaL niya. [ pinaparinggan pa niLa ako . tsh ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. eto ang Lyrics ng song. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Kahit na nagmumukhang tanga&lt;br /&gt;Kahit na sinasaktan ako&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Umiiyak ako dahil sa 'yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heto pa rin ako&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Halos baliw sa 'yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kahit na&lt;/span&gt; (kahit na)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Niloloko mo lang ako&lt;/span&gt; (niloloko mo ako)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kahit na tumingin ka sa iba&lt;br /&gt;Magmahal ka ng iba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Magbubulag-bulagan ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masakit man ito dito sa puso ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Dahil mahal… mahal na mahal kita&lt;br /&gt;(dahil mahal na mahal kita)&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako matatakot, mahihiya&lt;br /&gt;Anuman ang sabihin nila&lt;br /&gt;Dahil mahal kita&lt;br /&gt;Dahil mahal… mahal na mahal kita&lt;br /&gt;(dahil mahal na mahal kita)&lt;br /&gt;Gagawin ko ang lahat&lt;br /&gt;Pangako mo lang 'di ako iiwan&lt;br /&gt;Dahil mahal (dahil mahal kita)&lt;br /&gt;Mahal na mahal kita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat stanza ii)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gagawin ko ang lahat&lt;br /&gt;Pangako mo lang 'di ako iiwan&lt;br /&gt;Dahil mahal (dahil mahal kita)&lt;br /&gt;Mahal na mahal kita&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. ang drama taLaga. but i can totaLLy reLate. bLahbLah. &lt;strike&gt; buhay surot nga naman ako . kung sinong may gusto sa'yo , ayaw mo, kung sinong gusto mo, ayaw sa'yo . quote ata yan ? . haha. pupuntahan ako kapag waLa na yung mahaL niya, dakiLang extra ba ? &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero aLam mo? iLang buwan na rin ang nakaLipas, nakamove on na ako. naks .&lt;br /&gt;WAPAKELS na ko. weLL that was fast &lt;/i&gt; :] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SWyaItSwf-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/_k9uYv9Ooyc/s1600-h/7-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 86px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SWyaItSwf-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/_k9uYv9Ooyc/s320/7-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290773136641392610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [ toink ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;habang nagLaLakbay ako sa iba't ibang bLog, napakinggan ko ang kantang ito muLa sa http://batanggero.blogspot.com/ . ang &lt;B&gt;ted hannah&lt;/b&gt;. nakakainLab. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/jhfydA7fdi/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/jhfydA7fdi/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=jhfydA7fdi"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=jhfydA7fdi"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=jhfydA7fdi"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=jhfydA7fdi"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/jhfydA7fdi/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/OO7mSm/music/UIjrdJ73/parokya_ni_edgar_ted_hannah/"&gt;Ted Hannah - Parokya Ni Edgar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;para kang kape, di ka nagpapatulog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parang kagabi, gising ako hanggang tanghali&lt;br /&gt;di ko nga man lang alam kung sino ka talaga&lt;br /&gt;kailan kaya kita makikilala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;at pano kung nasulat na sa notebook ng tadhana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ang kwento ng pagibig tungkol sa ating dalawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;di kaya sayang naman kung hindi natin susundin&lt;br /&gt;ang nais na mangyari ng tadhana para sa 'tin&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para 'kong tanga, di ko man lang naisip&lt;br /&gt;na ang &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;pangarap ay mananatiling panaginip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kung wala akong gawin upang makamtan ka&lt;br /&gt;paano ka tatama kung di ka tataya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;at pano kung may contest na sinet-up ang tadhana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at ang unang pa-premyo ay ang &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;makasama ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di kaya sayang naman kung di ko man lang susubukan&lt;br /&gt;manalo sa pa-raffle ng tadhana tan tan tan tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahayaan bang mapunta ka na lamang sa iba&lt;br /&gt;nakwento ko na yata yan sa ibang kanta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at pano kung hindi ako naakit ng tadhana&lt;br /&gt;e di sana ay hindi ako ang iyong sinisinta&lt;br /&gt;di kaya sayang naman kung di ko man lang susulitin&lt;br /&gt;ang alay na babae ng tadhana para sa kin&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; bahaLa ka nang mag emote sa Lyrics &lt;/span&gt;. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinipag Lang ako magtype. buhbye. :] pLease do understand that even though i may taLk mature at times, i'm stiLL an average teenager that gets obsessed and faLLs out of Love and the Like . tsh. xP &lt;strike&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;parang aLak Lang eh noh ?. basta magkaron ka ng isa, hahanap hanapin mo na. tsh&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SWyZhLw8FdI/AAAAAAAAAZM/-76mgU5zMKw/s1600-h/th_thl_3d7c413bdf0956e0dd9bb37064bfffa.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SWyZhLw8FdI/AAAAAAAAAZM/-76mgU5zMKw/s320/th_thl_3d7c413bdf0956e0dd9bb37064bfffa.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290772457626277330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;.p.s.&lt;/span&gt; hindi ako emo . okay ? duh . i don't LabeL myseLf. haha. and. and . napanood ko din paLa sa star movies yung &lt;B&gt;perfume: the story of a murderer&lt;/b&gt; panoorin mo rin. nakakaweirdo. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-8663110696196182613?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/8663110696196182613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=8663110696196182613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/8663110696196182613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/8663110696196182613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2009/01/ang-buhay-ng-isang-surot.html' title='ang buhay ng isang surot'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SWyZHYo_dYI/AAAAAAAAAZE/l9aXZ7pLRNs/s72-c/th_PrettyPattern-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-3715070659199472431</id><published>2009-01-06T16:38:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:13:13.508+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spongecola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plengs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating tambayan'/><title type='text'>here comes the BOOM ! happy 2oo9 :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="orange"&gt;“Let me tell you something you already know. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;U&gt;It is a very mean and nasty place and it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it&lt;/u&gt;. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain't how hard you hit; it's about how hard you can get hit, and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;keep moving forward&lt;/span&gt;. How much you can take, and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;keep moving forward&lt;/span&gt;. That's how winning is done. Now, if you know what you're worth, then go out and get what you're worth. But you gotta be willing to take the hit, and not pointing fingers saying you ain't where you are because of him, or her, or anybody. Cowards do that and that ain't you. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You're better than that&lt;/span&gt;!”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; - rocky baLboa [ rocky vi ] &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [ prepare yourseLf for a very , very veeery Long post ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been so busy that i didn't have the time to post . bLah. but anyway. here i am, back, and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;stiLL aLive&lt;/span&gt; ?. haha. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;happy 2oo9 peopLe&lt;/span&gt;.:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's more than just the new year to ceLebrate, but before i start bLabbing about my experiences the past few weeks, i'LL share with you a forwarded text message from a friend :D [ hehe. nagtataka rin ako kung bakit ako nag-iingLes. xP ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="yellow" size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most LogicaL work of phiLosophy is embodied in 8 words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;U&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;STAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; if you're happy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LEAVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; if you're not.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. kokontra Lang ako. &lt;B&gt;what if&lt;/b&gt; you're &lt;U&gt;unhappy&lt;/U&gt; with your &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt; ? shouLd you Leave it and commit suicide ? maybe there's something better than just being happy. maybe once we're unhappy, we shouLdn't just Leave and give up, we shouLd strive to make ourseLves better and in doing so, we'd be abLe to find happiness . :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ okay tapos na ako magsermon . ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kamusta kaibigan ? tara, baLikan natin ang mga kahindikhindik na pangyayari sa aking buhay sa nakaraang disyembre . :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SWMlAiQKfHI/AAAAAAAAAYU/rpRZGAF-w58/s1600-h/dating+tambayan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SWMlAiQKfHI/AAAAAAAAAYU/rpRZGAF-w58/s320/dating+tambayan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288111078587923570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;U&gt;DATiNG TAMBAYAN&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt; - yan ang movie project namin sa mapeh kung saan ako ang director, screenwriter, director of photography, productions manager, producer,  musicaL director, isa sa mga cameraman, isa sa mga artista, tagaasikaso ng scheduLe at ng mga members at higit sa Lahat MOViE EDiTOR . [ hindi ako natuLog para sa editing ng movie . takte . pinaghirapan ko yan. ] dami kong trabaho noh ?. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tiLa aLipin&lt;/span&gt;. haha. pero, waLa akong magagawa, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Leader&lt;/span&gt; kasi ako . pero maraming saLamat taLaga kay &lt;B&gt;aLianna&lt;/b&gt; [ naks naspeciaL mention XD ], kasi sa Lahat ng members ko, super effort siya para tumuLong. :] siya kasi ang gumawa ng originaL na story, inedit edit na Lamang namin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;napiLi kong titLe ng movie yang &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dating Tambayan&lt;/span&gt; [ Love Between Friends yung originaL ]. Isang 20 minute comedy and drama fiLm tungkoL sa mga nangyari sa mga kaibigan ni Sam muLa nang siya'y umaLis patungong Canada. May mga nasira at nabuong pag- iibigan, pag - aaway , at kung anu ano pang naganap, pero sa kanyang pagbaLik matapos ng Limang taon muLi niyang makikita ang kanyang mga kaibigang tomador at bLah bLah . haha panoorin mo na Lang . :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ay ay . ERROR . haha. 2o minutes ang movie . nasayang ang 3 oras kong paghihintay na maupLoad ang video sa youtube, nakaLimutan kong bawaL paLa magexceed ng 10 minutes ang video . toink. i shaLL be Leaving this space para sa video na yun. :D LOL ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabi niLa, sa Lahat raw ng project, kahit simpLe Lang yung storya, yung amin yung pinakamaLinaw at naiintindihan. :] &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;tuwang tuwa&lt;/span&gt; rin ako kasi madaming pumuri nung editing saka madami ring natuwa at natawa dun sa mga eksena. haha. o diba kahit 3rd year high schooL pa Lang kami nakagawa kami ng ganyan . :P at 3 days Lang ang shooting namin. cramming pa. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa pagitan ng tatLong araw na shooting nakasama ko si &lt;B&gt;meLissa, andrej at edward&lt;/b&gt; sa maLLing, naLaman kong may mga tao paLang tuLad ni edward na nagsosorry kapag nakakabunggo ng tao s bump cars. nice one. :] isa pa, napakabaho paLa ng &lt;strike&gt;matador&lt;/strike&gt;, sori mangmang pa kasi ako sa mga ganyang bagay . ano pa ? maLay ko. haha. madami akong natutunan sa iLang araw na shooting na iyon. at marami na rin akong pinagpaguran dahiL dito. BLAHBLAHBLAH. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so moving on . haha. :P here are topics that i wouLd Like to discuss. [ duhhhh haha ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;U&gt;CAROLiNG&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; - [ december 8, 2008 ] . matapos ang iLang araw na pag-iisip ng kung ano ang kakantahin at daLawang oras na praktis [ na hindi ko naattendan kasi absent ako ] ng mga kantang naisip. nagawa na din namin ang proyekto. maganda ang presentation ng kabiLang group. medyo maguLo yung amin, pero nakakatawa. [ oh, at Least napatawa namin kayo. XD ] kumanta kami ng &lt;font color="red"&gt;give Love on christmas day&lt;/font&gt;[ tumugtog ako... ng kuchara't tinidor XD ] ,&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;Last christmas&lt;/font&gt;,&lt;font color="green"&gt;jingLe beLLs&lt;/font&gt;,&lt;font color="blue"&gt;santa cLaus is coming to town&lt;/font&gt;, at &lt;font color="violet"&gt;siLent night&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;RETREAT &lt;/B&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; - [ december 10 - 11 , 2008 ] &lt;br /&gt;. retreaatt!! :) excited ako kasi at Least once or twice or thrice or whatever ay mahihiwaLay ako sa bahay namin na minsan di ko na gustong uwian. [ haha kidding ] . gustong kong makatuLog sa kamang hindi akin at gusto kong makatabi ang taong di ko kamag- anak. umaga, hinatid ako ng aking ama sa schooL, waLang pasok ngayon. haha. bumaba ako sa tree house , daLa daLa ang madaming daLa?. puro pagkain ang daLa ko. naisipan kong magpaLoad at bumiLi pa ng pagkain at ng _a_ _i_ _i____ [ kaso naisipan kong baka mag-inspect ng bag ]. kasama ko sina &lt;B&gt;karen, cLarence, chx at Lakan&lt;/b&gt;. 7:oo am siguro nang makasakay kami sa bus, nagbigayan ng gifts para sa kris kringLe [ naibigay ko na sa aking baby ang hotdog na unan na may uLo ni winnie the pooh at something sweet. XD ] , nagbigayan ng retreat Letter at nagbigayan ng pagkain. akaLa ko mauubos ko ang mga pagkaing aking biniLi sa Loob ng bus, di paLa. kasi sobrang ikLi Lang ng byahe. pagkarating dun ay pinapunta kam isa session haLL, si &lt;B&gt;brother jonathan francis&lt;/b&gt; ang retreat faciLitator [ kung mahiLig ka bumiLi ng aLbum at makinig sa christian songs i guess, for sure kiLaLa mo siya ] . marami akong natutunan sa kanya, muLa sa &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; mga taong may nakakabit na ceLLphone sa katawan,makabagong teknoLohiya, bisyo niya dati, trabaho niya, mga ginagawa niya, mga kat*r*ntad*han daw nya, pag-ibig, pag-ubos ng pagkain at hindi pagtitira ng ni isang butiL ng kanin, pag-kain ng sayote at ng kutsakutsarang taba ng baboy, pagiging inLab&lt;/span&gt;, at kung anu ano pa. waLang animation songs na &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;gasgas&lt;/span&gt; na sa bawat retreat at recoLLection, puro &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;taLk&lt;/span&gt;, pero hindi boring kasi nakakatawa siya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa Lahat ng naranasan kong retreat at recoLlection sa buong eLem at highschooL Life ko, &lt;I&gt;&lt;B&gt;never akong umiyak&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/I&gt;. at sinabi ko sa sariLi ko, hindi rin ako iiyak ngayon. &lt;U&gt;patigasan kung patigasan&lt;/U&gt;. pinayakap kami sa adviser namin, haLos Lahat siLa umiyak. sabi ko pa nga kay &lt;B&gt;chx&lt;/b&gt; na katabi ko :"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;maya na Lang tayo umiyak pag REQUIRED na. hehehe..&lt;/span&gt; " sabay apir. pero dun pa Lang sa part na sinabi na yakapin dapat namin Lahat ng nakasamaan ng Loob, nakaaway at ewan. nakaupo Lang ako, hindi nga dapat ako tatayo ng bigLang Lumapit sa akin si &lt;B&gt;cam, Lance &amp; pau&lt;/b&gt;. tae. siLa nga paLa mga &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bestfriends&lt;/span&gt; ko noh?. pero kaya siguro siLa Lumapit, kasi nawawaLa na yung friendship namin at miss na niLa ako. [ haha ang kapaL ]. sa kaniLa paLang, naiyak na ako. &lt;B&gt;miss ko na siLa&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;U&gt;miss na miss&lt;/u&gt;. TT dahiL noong una tila Laging sabik kaming magkita kita, mag-usap, magtawanan, pero ngayon, tiLa waLa Lang. kasi may bago na siLang mga kaibigan, pero tanggap ko naman yun, kasi nakakasawa din naman ako kahit papano. and ang saya ko, kasi naramdaman kong mahaL niLa ako at nareaLize kong mahaL ko din siLa.&lt;br /&gt;pinayakap din samin Lahat ng kakLase namin.&lt;br /&gt;madami pang Lumapit sakin, hindi ko aLam kung sino ang LaLapitan ko, nasa pader Lang ako. haha. haLos Lahat ng nayakap ko tinadtad ko ng mura at pinaLiguan ko ng hampas. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bait ko noh?&lt;/span&gt;. :] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after ng maraming session ,taLk, at pagkain, &lt;B&gt;8pm&lt;/b&gt; , nanuod kami ng &lt;B&gt;AKEELAH and the bee&lt;/b&gt;. naroon ang gwapong si &lt;B&gt;DYLAN&lt;/B&gt; [sean michaeL afabLe ] haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SWs2XhondjI/AAAAAAAAAY8/5FcOtldL_GY/s1600-h/sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SWs2XhondjI/AAAAAAAAAY8/5FcOtldL_GY/s200/sarah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290381965070399026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;centeR&gt;can i have the definition pLease? &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SWs1uQnWTHI/AAAAAAAAAY0/NLJj9xlAvos/s1600-h/akeelahandthebee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SWs1uQnWTHI/AAAAAAAAAY0/NLJj9xlAvos/s320/akeelahandthebee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290381256127040626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="orange"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;we are powerful beyond measure&lt;/span&gt;. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, &lt;U&gt;who are you not to be?&lt;/u&gt; We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; - akeeLah and the bee &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute yung movie, and carried away kami, kasi pag pumapaLakpak ang audience sa movie, kami rin pumapaLakpak. haha. XD and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;one thing that i've Learned is that you shouLd beLieve in yourseLf, no matter how risky things are , Learn how to go through them, because you'LL never know, something great may happen&lt;/span&gt; . ohaa. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gusto ko ang retreat ngayon, waLang corning activities, pang teen ager nga. XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;10:30pm&lt;/b&gt; - Lights OFF. [ by the way, hindi na si &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;aica&lt;/span&gt; ang room mate ko, iniba niLa ang arrangement, si &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;rane&lt;/span&gt; ang kasama ko. XD ]2 tao Lang sa isang room, may saLamin, sink, desk and chair ang bawat room. kasama na rin ang maLaLaking jaLousie at mga kamang pangospitaL. &lt;B&gt;1am&lt;/b&gt; gising pa ako, nakatitig sa bintana at pasuLyap suLyap sa pinto. waLa Lang. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ang daya taLaga ng insomnia&lt;/span&gt;. tuLog na tuLog na ang katabi ko, magttxt pa sana ako [ &lt;strike&gt;takas Lang ang cp, dapat kasi isurrender yun&lt;/strike&gt; ] kaso nakain ang niLoad kong 40pesos. hmm. may Letter paLa sa akin ang mommy ko, :) sweet nya noh? XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5am&lt;/b&gt; - gising na ako. pero 6am pa pedeng Lumabas ng room. chaka. kameng tatLo nina aica at karen ang huLing naLigo. grabe. haha. xD tumatakbo kami sa corridor pagkatapos. after nun marami uLit ginawa. confession. mass . at kung anu ano pa. siyempre di mawawaLa ang picture . xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SVOmVrphs7I/AAAAAAAAAYE/sGY4Msv4mws/s1600-h/1_352368881l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SVOmVrphs7I/AAAAAAAAAYE/sGY4Msv4mws/s400/1_352368881l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283749679260087218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girLs ng aLbert . :) &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SVOmrwMrI-I/AAAAAAAAAYM/a684QaiIJLg/s1600-h/1_578757541l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SVOmrwMrI-I/AAAAAAAAAYM/a684QaiIJLg/s320/1_578757541l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283750058438370274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; uhay . xD Lab them. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [ natapos ang buong retreat sa Libren merienda . haha . bitin ako . pero, marami akong natutunan . ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pag - uwi kasama ko sina &lt;B&gt;andrej, karen, aica, chx &amp; Lakan &lt;/B&gt; . umuwi na si aica. si chx &amp; Lakan naman bigLang nawaLa . kaya tambay na Lang kame nina drej at karen sa kwarto ko. -- end .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;U&gt;SPONGECOLA&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; - [december 12, o8 ] OH MY GOSH. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SWnKkzM6G7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/__Hd5qHyXYc/s1600-h/wa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 128px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SWnKkzM6G7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/__Hd5qHyXYc/s320/wa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289981970891807666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one of the best days ever in my Life . dahiL sa pagpupumiLit kong magpakain si &lt;B&gt;eLizza&lt;/b&gt; dahiL bday nea sa 14. nanLibre na Lang siya sa mcdo sa &lt;B&gt;sta.Lucia&lt;/b&gt;. at nagkataong CONCERT ng &lt;B&gt;SPONGECOLA&lt;/b&gt; . dati hayok na hayok ako sa bandang ito, pangarap kong makita si &lt;B&gt;yaeL yuzon&lt;/b&gt; . pero ngayon, di na masyado dahiL marami nang umuusbong na bandang astig . pero dahiL naLaman kong concert niLa ng araw na ito . sige ba . idoL ko na uLit siLa. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kasama ko sina &lt;B&gt;eLizza, ainah, aica at karen&lt;/b&gt; . humaboL na Lang si &lt;B&gt;andrej&lt;/B&gt; papunta dun at pumunta din si &lt;B&gt;boss bi&lt;/b&gt; ba ? haha. basta. tapos nahiwaLay na kami kay ainah .. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4:30pm:&lt;/span&gt; sobrang tagaL pa bago Lumabas si yaeL, syempre para may suspense . at ng Lumabas na siya, tiLian ang Lahat. &lt;B&gt;kainis&lt;/b&gt; Lowbat na ang cp ko ! di ko makukuhanan ng video ang concert. headbang Lang ng headbang si yaeL . &lt;B&gt;puso&lt;/B&gt; ang kinanta niLa. pagkatapos ay yung &lt;B&gt;bitiw&lt;/b&gt; at &lt;B&gt;christmas in our hearts&lt;/b&gt;. [ haha ] tapos nagrequest ang mga tao ng &lt;B&gt;tuLiro&lt;/b&gt; . omg. :] LumaLapit si yaeL sa mga tao. pero yung mga nasa Loob Lang ng fence, yun yung mga taong nakabiLi ng aLbum. eh kami nasa Labas Lang. Last song niya yung &lt;B&gt;jeepney&lt;/B&gt; . wahhhh . TT paLapit na siya sa mga tao sa Labas ng fence. hiniLa ako ni eLizza papunta sa fence. makatapak na kung makatapak. ang Lapit na ni yaeL , ang puti puti niya. sobrang gwapo pa . pinagkakaguLuhan na siya ng mga tao, pero patuLoy pa rin siya sa pagkanta. :] &lt;I&gt;&lt;font color="yellow"&gt; nang maLapit na taLaga siya samin ay hinigit ni eLizza ang kamay ni yaeL. sabay abot ko ng kamay ko. NAHAWAKAN KO ANG KAMAY Ni YAEL YUZON&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  - screams - [ waaaaaaaaaaahh ! ] . tuwang tuwa kami . tumataLon ang puso ko sa sobrang saya . hindi ba niya aLam na pangarap kong makita si yaeL ? pero ang mas maLupit dito, hindi ko Lang siya nakita, nahawakan ko pa. oha. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ang babaw ko ba ?&lt;/span&gt; pasensya na . sa ganitong paraan na Lang kasi ako nagpapakasaya . katatapos ko Lang masaktan ng sobra sobra . binabaLing ko na Lang kay yaeL ang Lahat . haha. xP &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after ng concert. pede nang pumasok sa fence. maaaring magpautograph at magpapicture kasama ang spongecoLa, pero para Lamang sa mga bumiLi ng aLbum . 300 pesos ang aLbum . bibiLi na dapat ako kaso 200 na Lang natira sa waLLet ko .sayang . pero at Least nakaLapit kami sa stage . :D nakisuyo kami sa isa sa mga staff na picturan si yaeL gamit ang aming cp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SWnJEJHCKJI/AAAAAAAAAYk/xtlOtx0w7Lg/s1600-h/Yael.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SWnJEJHCKJI/AAAAAAAAAYk/xtlOtx0w7Lg/s320/Yael.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289980310325438610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yan ang nakuhaang pic . ok na rin . may kasama nga Lang iba. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maLigaya kaming nakauwi . hay. heaven . :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;iNTRAMURALS&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;- [ december 6, 8, 9 ,11, 12,15,16,17,18,19?????, 2008 ] &lt;br /&gt; . araw ng pagLaLaro at pagtambay . masaya ang intramuraLs . kaunti Lamang ang mga sport na naipanaLo ng aming section , pero okay Lang . duh. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;CHRiSTMAS PARTY&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;- ohhh . &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;masaya ang araw na ito&lt;/span&gt; . dahiL ito na ang huLing araw namin sa aming paaraLan sa taong 2oo8. 55 na katao ang binigyan ko ng regaLo. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;para akong si santa&lt;/span&gt;, may daLang higanteng paper bag, puro regaLo. may mga paLarong pambata , sumaLi ako dun sa Larong isusubo mo yung kutsara at kaiLangan mong pagLakbayin ang dakiLang caLamansi sa isang mahabang byahe at kailangan mo itong ipasa sa iba upang makapagLibot uLit ito. [ you get my point ]&lt;br /&gt;marami akong natanggap na regaLo, syempre, puno pa rin ang paper bag ko. bago matapos ang araw ay nagpapicture ako sa Lahat ng aking kakLase . gaLing ba . hehe . hindi ko na ipopost ang pics dahiL sobrang dami . :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTEr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;MALiGAYAN PASKO !!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/CENTEr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [ december 27 - 31 , 2oo8 ] pumunta kami ng CEBU para magbakasyon . marami kaming napuntahan doon, tuLad na Lang ng mageLLan's cross, basiLica deL sto. nino de cebu, miLLenium cathedraL, taoist tempLe, mactan shrine, white sands, fort san pedro, mountain view at syempre, ang pabrika ng dried mangoes at iba pang produkto ng mangga na mabibiLi mo sa mababang haLaga.  oww. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; photos ? shaLL i post them here ? ugh. never mind . hehe. tinatamad na ako.&lt;br /&gt;deLayed ang fLight namin pabaLik ng Luzon. tsh . pero may Libreng chickenjoy . duuhh. xD  oww . pagbaLik ng aming tahanan , new year na paLa ? di haLata, kasi umuuLan, awww, how sad, di siLa mkapagpapaputok. xD&lt;br /&gt; simpLeng hapunan Lamang ang inihanda, napagod kasi sa byahe eh. pass muna sa new year. pero thankfuL ako, at Least i spent my christmas and new year at home, hindi sa ospitaL. astig kasi Last year eh, paskong pasko isinugod ako sa ospitaL. haha. waLa Lang, just sharing .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;january 1- nagpunta kami sa tiboLi homes, sa mansion ng aking tita. ang yaman taLaga niLa. anim na kotse, 4 na katuLong, sobrang Laking bahay. pero kahit gabundok ang yaman niLa, hindi rin masaya, kasi kapag may okasyon Lang napupuno ang bahay na iyon. kapag waLa, mga katuLong Lang ang nakatira. [ ang swerte niLa xD ] yun ang negative effect ng sobrang Laking bahay, kapag maLaki na mga anak mo, syempre Lahat yan gusto na ng sariLing bahay, aaLis siLa ng bahay mo hanggang sa matira na Lang kayong mag asawa. dahiL sa sobrang kabagutan mas gugustuhin nyong magtraveL na Lang sa ibang bansa at magtrabaho para abaLa. ipis at aLikabok na Lang ang tanging matitira sa bahay na minsan niyo nang tinuring na dream house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; tapos na akong dumakdak &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kung nakarating ka sa point na ito, congratz. ang tyaga mo toL. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi ko na aLam kung ano pang dapat iLagay dito . basta't sa taong ito, napakaraming &lt;B&gt;pangarap&lt;/B&gt; ang natupad. nais mo bang maLaman ang mga ito ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. tumugtog ng gitara [ check ]&lt;br /&gt;2. tumugtog ng vioLin [ x ]&lt;br /&gt;3. makainom ng - at &lt;strike&gt;maLasing&lt;/strike&gt; [ check ]&lt;br /&gt;4. mayakap siya [ check ]&lt;br /&gt;5. umakyat ng bubong [ check ]&lt;br /&gt;6. umakyat ng puno [ x ]&lt;br /&gt;7. umamin sa taong gusto ko [ check ]&lt;br /&gt;8. maguidance office [ check ]&lt;br /&gt;9. magamit ang cLinic ng paaraLan [ check ]&lt;br /&gt;10. sumakay ng eropLano [ check ]&lt;br /&gt;11. sumakay uLit ng eropLano [ check ]&lt;br /&gt;12. makarating sa ibang bansa [ check ]&lt;br /&gt;13. makarating sa disneyLand [ check ]&lt;br /&gt;14. makarating sa japan [ x ]&lt;br /&gt;15. makaaura ng di oras [ check hahaha ]&lt;br /&gt;16. manaLo sa intrams [ check ]&lt;br /&gt;17. kumain ng paputok [ x ]&lt;br /&gt;18. sumbatan ang kaaway [ check ]&lt;br /&gt;19. makipagsabunutan [ x ]&lt;br /&gt;20. mawaLan ng dignidad [ check ]&lt;br /&gt;21. kumain ng exotice [ check ]&lt;br /&gt;22. gumawa ng peLikuLa [ check ]&lt;br /&gt;23. maging director ng peLikuLa [ check ]&lt;br /&gt;24. masama sa top 5 ng piLot section [ check ]&lt;br /&gt;25. umuwi ng madaLing araw [ check ]&lt;br /&gt;26. makita ang parokya ni edgar [ x ]&lt;br /&gt;27. makita ang spongecoLa [ check ]&lt;br /&gt;28. mahawakan si yaeL yuzon [ check ]&lt;br /&gt;29. makita ang panic! at the disco [ x]&lt;br /&gt;30. makita ang paramore [ x ]&lt;br /&gt;31. maktia si jake cuenca [ x ]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- hanggang diyan na Lang muna. o siguro naman medyo kiLaLa mo na ako. next time na Lang yung iba. masyado pang maLayo ang keLangang marating . mabababaw na pangarap muna .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; eh ikaw ? anong pangarap mo ? haha. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ saLamas sa pagbabasa ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ end 1 - 12 - 09 : 9:49pm ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-3715070659199472431?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/3715070659199472431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=3715070659199472431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/3715070659199472431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/3715070659199472431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2009/01/here-comes-boom-happy-2oo9.html' title='here comes the BOOM ! happy 2oo9 :]'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SWMlAiQKfHI/AAAAAAAAAYU/rpRZGAF-w58/s72-c/dating+tambayan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-7079492667084062266</id><published>2008-12-07T09:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:06:53.855+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o common'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>basang carpet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SUur5LAjyMI/AAAAAAAAAX8/uzoFyKE86KU/s1600-h/insomnia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 138px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SUur5LAjyMI/AAAAAAAAAX8/uzoFyKE86KU/s400/insomnia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281503986718066882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'LL start with LAST &lt;B&gt;DECEMBER 4, 2008&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt; .panicking . cramming. i was with &lt;B&gt;karen, aica, chx &amp; drej&lt;/b&gt;. report sa ap ang ginagawa. XD toink. toink. mageempake pa ko. overnight the next day with &lt;B&gt;pau &amp; patz&lt;/b&gt; sa &lt;U&gt;st.pauL pasig&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;centeR&gt;&lt;B&gt;DECEMBER 5, 2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAULINE YOUTH CAMP 2008 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. nakatakas sa turo. direcho st. pauL. kasama si &lt;B&gt;ms. brequiLLo, ate aLex, roseLLe, pau , patz, trixia and sr. Lydia.&lt;/b&gt; di kasama si &lt;B&gt;micheLLe&lt;/b&gt;, sayang. :)&lt;br /&gt;pagkarating sa st. pauL., nanLiit agad kame. &lt;Strike&gt; takte. soxaLero't soxaLera., nangmamata pa ang iba.&lt;/strike&gt;. tsh. nagregister na kame. Lahat nan schooLs may sariLing booth, samantaLang ang ccc nasa &lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;OTHER PARTICIPANTS&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;. nakakahiya. pito Lang kami [ umaLis na si sister], samantaLang tiLa batabataLyon ang representatives ng ibang schooL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parang di weLcome ang visitors dun ah. nakaupo kame sa&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; carpet na basa&lt;/span&gt;. babad na babad kame. i'm sorry, if you're from st. pauL, d ko naman gustong makaoffend, observation Lang yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naguLat kame sa baLitang di paLa kame matutuLog. vigiL paLa iyon. TOINK. STOOOPiD. tsh. ayos Lan sakin yun, kasi sanay naman ako na hindi natutuLog. ang probLema, bangdami kong daLa. tatLong set ng damit. puro pagkain. toweL panLigo, Lahat na. maLay ba naming waLang tuLugan. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;edi sana waLLet na Lang daLa k&lt;/span&gt;o. tsk. bLahbLah . tinatamad ako magtype ngayon dahiL sobrang dami pang hahabuLin. tsh. hmm?. anu ba nangyari dun? aside from nagsermon ng nagsermon at naganimation song ng animation song, may 1 hour refLection na tinuLugan ng nakararami. hindi ko napagsamantaLahan ang pagkakataon, 10pm pa Lang nun, aga pa yun kaya diLat na diLat ako. toink. whatever. after ng maraming ekLabu. nagkaroon ng HAPPY HOUR. my favorite . dapat kasi bawat cLuster or group magpeperform ng kahit anung bagay na magpapakita ng kaniLang natutunan sa youth camp, pero dahiL dehydrated na ako at gutom na gutom, tumakas na Lang kami. XD Lumabas kami upang bumiLi ng pagkain. kasama ko sina &lt;B&gt;pau &amp; trixia&lt;/b&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt; sige Lamon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11pm-1am&lt;/b&gt; - sharing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;1am&lt;/b&gt; - mass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;4am&lt;/b&gt; - ang happy hour XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;5am&lt;/b&gt;. tinamaan na ako ng antok. tsk. may PRUSiSYON PA. kung minamaLas nga naman. pagewang gewang na ako habang nagLaLakad sa kaLsada. tsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;6:30am&lt;/b&gt; natapos ang buong vigiL. at Last! . i'LL be abLe to see my friends again. watebber. kaso tagaL dumating ng van ng ccc. 7am na ata kami nakasakay. then bumaba sa schooL. gusto ko na pumasok. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kaso di pa ko naLiLigo.&lt;/span&gt; haha. &lt;strike&gt;pede maghiLamos na Lang?&lt;/strike&gt; haha &lt;B&gt;yuck&lt;/b&gt;. gusto ko na kasi pumasok eh. XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. kinuha ko ang jersey ko sa mga kakLase ko. tapos umuwi para maLigo. kaso pag higa ko Lang ng sandaLi sa kama, bagsak na ako. paggising ko, may Lagnat na ako. di na ako nakapasok. corny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-7079492667084062266?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/7079492667084062266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=7079492667084062266' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/7079492667084062266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/7079492667084062266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2008/12/basang-carpet.html' title='basang carpet'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SUur5LAjyMI/AAAAAAAAAX8/uzoFyKE86KU/s72-c/insomnia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-2278076521592533578</id><published>2008-12-03T13:56:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:13:26.511+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o common'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plengs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kaotihan'/><title type='text'>naghihingaLo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f308/celine_qm/Life.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="orange"&gt;&lt;I&gt;"Ano namang mapapala mo kakaisip sa nakaraan at sa mga pwede pang mangyari? Wala knaman sigurong super powers para maibalik ang nakalipas na. Dapat matuto kang pahalagahan ang mga nangyayari sayo sa kasalukuyan. Isipin mo yung ngayon. I-enjoy mo lang ang buhay. Wag kang emo. Hindi ka talaga magiging masaya kung di mo tutulungan ang sarili mo. Natural lang na makaramdam ng lungkot paminsan-minsan pero ang pagiging miserable? Wag kang hibang choice mo yan.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakakihiya at kinakahiya ko ang nangyari sakin. bago ang Lahat, magkekwento muna ako. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;centeR&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;FRIDAY [ NOVEMBER 28, 08]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAREN &amp; ANDREJ&lt;/span&gt;. XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uwian. yes! waLang turo!. XD pumunta muna kami nina &lt;B&gt;aica, karen, andrej, shar, winnie, rocheLLe, dexa, jessa, at jessica&lt;/b&gt; sa bahay ni shar upang tumambay. may ministry meeting si drej, at hihintayin namin siya. bakit?. kasi pupunta kami sa bahay niya. makikikain. XD umaLis muna si karen upang bumiLi ng regaLo sa sta.Lu. nanuod kami ng &lt;B&gt;FOR THE FIRST TIME&lt;/B&gt;. okay pangatLong beses ko na itong mapapanood. haha. umiyak yung iba jan... aminin. XD &lt;br /&gt; matapos nun ay nagpunta kami sa pLayground na nasa harapan Lamang ng bahay nina shar. kahit nangangaLawang na ang mga swing at seesaw, pati na ang monkey bars [ barracks ang tawag ko sa mga yun ] at ang sLide, sige pa rin. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pumunta na kami sa a-prime pagkatapos, sayang hindi kasama yung iba, tae puro babae kami. ayaw pa niLa pumasok sa &lt;B&gt;maLaking&lt;/B&gt; bahay nina drej kaya nauna na ako. haha, gutom na kasi ako. kapaL taLaga. waLa si karen, akaLa namin kasi hindi na siya pinayagang umaLis ng bahay. waLa, maingay Lang kami sa Loob. crush na niLa yung kuya ni drej. haha. adik taLaga. ang sarap ng pansit. XD tapos andun din sina bryen, feherson, saka jed na hindi ko gaanong kilaLa. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toink. 7pm na ba kami umuwi? nakaLimutan ko na eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;centeR&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;SATURDAY [ NOVEMBER 29, 08]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.sa bahay niLa &lt;B&gt;karen&lt;/b&gt; sa metroviLLe. XD andun sina &lt;B&gt;chx, drej, aLianna, shar, winnie, edexa, jessa, jessica, aica, rocheLLe at sino pa ba? ako ata. XD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late na ako dumating, may daLa pa akong voLLeybaLL. kuLit kasi niLa. naggitara at nagchess Lang sa Loob ng bahay niLa karen kasama sina winnie, dexa, cheLLe at aLianna. yung iba nasa Labas nagvovoLLeybaLL. ayan nanaman, kumanta na naman ng torete. haha. Lakas mang-asar. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarap ng pansit nina karen. grabe. XD marami pang pangyayaring nakaLimutan ko na pero matapos naming kumain ay umaLis na ang iba. kami na Lang nina aica, drej at chx ang natira. wenk wenk. tapos din nun ay umuwi na si chx. haha ingat. pagbaLik ay kung anu ano na Lang ang ginawa namen. &lt;B&gt;9:50pm&lt;/b&gt; na ako nakaaLis dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;10:30pm&lt;/B&gt; na ako nakauwi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;centeR&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;MONDAY [ DECEMBER 1, 08]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY FIESTA sa cainta. :]waLang pasok. di ako makikifiesta dahiL maLayo kami sa cainta?? [ i mean, border na kami ng pasig, marikina at cainta XD ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagpunta ang famiLy sa &lt;B&gt;marikina sports compLex&lt;/b&gt;. unfortunateLy, and daming tao. sports meet paLa ng schooLs sa antipoLo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;centeR&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;TUESDAY [ DECEMBER 2, 08]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eto na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;centeR&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f308/celine_qm/thc804da90.png"&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stroke? sakit sa puso? hika? maLay ko. &lt;b&gt;HYPERVENTILATION&lt;/b&gt; paLa. XD&lt;br /&gt;naintindihan ng best friend ko ang nangyayari sa akin, dahiL dati, na50/50 na din siya dahiL dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMMiT. tsk. fiLipino time. nagpacheck ako ng record. nasabihan ako. sanay na ako, kasi Lagi namang ako yung Late magpacheck. pag-upo ko, bigLa akong kinabahan, di ako makahinga. pero after iLang minutes, ok na ako. MAPEH time. inaayos ko na members ko. mejo nairita Lang kasi di sumusunod yung iba. pero sanay na ako. tsh. bigLa na naman akong di makahinga. sinamahan ako ni aica sa cLinic. ayun, pinaupo. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;pinakaLma&lt;/span&gt;. naninigas na kasi mga kamay at braso ko. sabi ko sa nurse okay na ako, bumaLik ako sa room. humiga sandaLi. bigLa na naman akong inatake, waLa akong hika. pero &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bakit ako inaatake?&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hindi taLaga ako makahinga. hirap na hirap ako. naninigas na naman mga kamay at braso ko. pati binti ko nanigas na. yung panga ko nanigas na rin. di ako makagaLaw.&lt;/span&gt; umupo ako sa sahig. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;naiyak ako.&lt;/span&gt; pinagakakaguLuhan na ako. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;shoot&lt;/span&gt;. nakakahiya. habang nageexplain paLa yung teacher namin sa cL, rinig na rinig yung paghinga ko. parang motor? hirap na hirap na ako. nakita ako ng teacher. sabi daLin daw ako sa cLinic, nahiya ako, kagagaLing ko Lang dun. wah. TT tae. saLamat kay &lt;B&gt;chx &amp; fabs ska kay miss&lt;/b&gt; kasi inaLaLayan niLa ako. waLa na akong maramdaman, waLa na ako sa sariLi. nababaLiw na ako. TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;anu bang probLema ko?&lt;/span&gt; noong sunday pa ako namomobLema. ang dami kong probLema.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; kainis.&lt;/span&gt; TT tinawag pa ang guidance counseLor. TT anu baaaa. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;gisadong gisado na naman ako&lt;/span&gt;. andami na naman tinanong. TT ang dami ko pang naabaLa. humahaguLgoL ako ng hindi ko aLam kung bakit. siguro kasi punung- puno na ako. nasa Loob kasi ang kuLo ko kapag may probLema, &lt;I&gt;kung mapapansin mo, napakaLaki kong happy-go-Lucky na ewan na tawa ng tawa na Laging nakanganga't nakangiti. hindi ko trip magsabi ng probLema.&lt;/i&gt; siguro napuno Lang ako. hay nako, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;depression&lt;/span&gt;. kung anu ano na tuLoy nasabi ko. kainis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umaLis na ako. saLamat uLit kay fabz saka chx kasi dinaLa niLa bag ko. at sinamahan ako sa room. TT nakakahiya. ayun, sinaLubong ako ng iba. tanung ng tanong kung anu ang nangyari at kung ok na ba ako. banghirap. ewan ko. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;kumain &lt;/span&gt;kami ng sandaLi. kasama ko sina &lt;B&gt;aLianna, karen, eLizza, aica, jessa, jessica at andrej&lt;/b&gt;. ok na ako. tsh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pumunta kami nina &lt;B&gt;aica, karen &amp; drej&lt;/b&gt; sa metroviLLe sa bahay nina karen. nasa rooftop kami. daLa-daLa ang sintunadong gitara. at..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;7:30pm&lt;/b&gt; na ako nakauwi. di na natuto. pero ayos Lang, natupad na din ang nais kong gawin. haha. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABSENT AKO SA KLASE NGAYON. :] waLa ewan.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;tuLunganmoako&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-2278076521592533578?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/2278076521592533578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=2278076521592533578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/2278076521592533578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/2278076521592533578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2008/12/stroke-sakit-sa-puso-hika-malay-ko.html' title='naghihingaLo.'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-618902797344033644</id><published>2008-11-28T21:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:13:17.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plastik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plengs'/><title type='text'>sarap ng feeLing. :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="#D462FF"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It took one look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And forever laid out in front of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;One smile&lt;/i&gt; and I died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;Only to be revived by you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There i was&lt;br /&gt;Thought i had everything figured out&lt;br /&gt;Goes to show just how much i know&lt;br /&gt;'bout the way life plays out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take one step away&lt;br /&gt;but i find myself coming back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My one and only, one and only you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-MY ONE AND ONLY YOU [&lt;b&gt;PAROKYA Ni EDGAR ]&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;inLab&lt;/span&gt; taLaga ako sa mga kanta ng &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;parokya ni edgar&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;idoL&lt;/span&gt; ko taLaga si &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bob ong&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; crush &lt;/span&gt;ko si &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;jake cuenca&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kinikiLig&lt;/span&gt; ako sa &lt;B&gt;torete&lt;/b&gt; ng moonstar88.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi pa ba sapat ang mga impormasyong iyan?. waLa Lang, naisipan ko Lang iLantad. haha. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iLang araw na ang nakaLipas. napakaraming nangyari. &lt;br /&gt; may daLawang bagay Lang akong nais ipahayag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;una:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;MASARAP PALANG MAGLABAS NG HINAING&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natutuwa si &lt;B&gt;karen&lt;/b&gt; dahiL kung dati, kiLaLa kami biLang mga tahimik, mga mataLino, mga Laging sumusunod, ngayong nasa piLot kami, kami ang kinikiLaLang pasaway.masarap daw ang feeLing. masaya din kasi hindi ka kakausapin ng teacher dahiL may iuutos sa'yo okaya'y may itatanong siLang matino, kundi makikipagusap siLa sa'yo sa probLema mo, kung ano ba mga dahiLan kung bakit ka nagkakaganyan at ang mga hinaing mo. sa pagitan ng mahigit isang oras na usapan sa pagitan ng aming guro at kaming barkada, haLos nanahimik Lang ako, magsasaLita Lang ako kapag tinatanong ako, inaantok kasi ako. XD gutom na rin kasi ng mga oras na yun, aLam mo namang &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;daLawa Lang ang dahiLan kung bakit ako nananahimik&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;B&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt; naiirita ako&lt;/font&gt; at &lt;B&gt;2.&lt;/B&gt; &lt;font color="red"&gt;GUTOM NA AKO.&lt;/font&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ikaLawa :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;MAHIRAP MAGTIWALA&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SS__Ergg1mI/AAAAAAAAAWM/oYPjTW2DWog/s1600-h/th_plastik.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 121px; height: 56px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SS__Ergg1mI/AAAAAAAAAWM/oYPjTW2DWog/s320/th_plastik.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273714144537794146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hindi dahil sa hindi mo naiintindihan ang isang bagay ay kasinungalingan na ito. at hindi lahat ng kaya mong intindihin ay katotohanan."&lt;/i&gt; - BOB ONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.hay. sadyang madaming pLastik sa mundo. maraming manggagamit at manLoLoko. hindi ko siguro agad naisip ang mga bagay na ito. ako kasi yung tipo ng taong mabiLis magtiwaLa. makatabi Lang kita, makasama sa piLa, makasabay sa pagLaLakad, o simpLeng makausap, iLang minuto Lang, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;aLam mo na ang sikreto ko&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;U&gt;ganun ako kabiLis magtiwaLa.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.naLaman kong kahit kaibigan ko, kaya akong Lokohin. &lt;B&gt;thursday&lt;/b&gt; yun &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;november 27,o8.&lt;/span&gt; umagang umaga. waLa Lang. :] may mga bagay Lang akong naLaman. ewan ko. siyempre naguLat ako, ang &lt;strike&gt;g@g*&lt;/strike&gt; paLa niya. sa sobrang praktikaL niya, pati sariLi niyang mga kaibigan ginamit niya, at dinamay pa niya ang iba. pati ang best friend ko, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sinaktan niya&lt;/span&gt;. sana manLang tumanggi na Lang siya ng tumanggi, sana sinabi na Lang niya yung totoo, para 'di nagmukhang tanga kaibigan ko. pinagsayangan Lang namin siya ng oras. akaLa ko rin mapagkakatiwaLaan ko siya, andami ko na rin kasing naiLabas sa kanya eh, siya pa jan yung nagbigay ng advice sakin noong naLiLito ako, siguro kahit papano, naging kaibigan siya, pero kahit ganun, maLi pa rin taLaga yung mga sinabi niya. &lt;B&gt;pero&lt;/B&gt;, &lt;u&gt;saLamat ha&lt;/U&gt;?. at Least, aLam na naming Lahat, na &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hindi dapat agad-agad magtitiwaLa sa ibang tao.&lt;/span&gt; kahit sa "kaibigan" mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may &lt;B&gt;seminar&lt;/b&gt; sa gym. tungkoL sa &lt;B&gt;REPRODUCTIVE HEALTH BILL at BLOOD LETTING&lt;/b&gt; takte. ewan ko. hindi ako pwedeng matuLog dahiL nasa unahan ako. nagLista na Lang sina &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;aica at jessa&lt;/span&gt; ng mga quotabLe WORDS ng speaker. haha. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;maLisya&lt;/span&gt; - maLaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sibintisibin&lt;/span&gt; - seventy-seven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;progistirown&lt;/span&gt; - progesterone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:ITALIC;"&gt;injiktiboLs&lt;/span&gt; - injectibLes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;stiriLisatsyun&lt;/span&gt; - steriLization&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sintitik&lt;/span&gt; - synthetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kontrasiptib&lt;/span&gt; - contraceptive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;niks pLis&lt;/span&gt; - next pLease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eto ang pamatay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;true Labs can waits&lt;/span&gt; - astig. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.want more? see my notebook. haha. joke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.after nung program. kinausap ko ng masinsinan ang daLawa pa naming kaibigan na kaibigan din nung binabanggit ko kanina. sikret ko na Lang yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;patintero&lt;/b&gt; at &lt;B&gt;bente uno&lt;/B&gt;  naman ang trip naming Laruin sa &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mahiwagang biLog. &lt;/span&gt; sino ba nagpauso nun?. haha. kasama ko sina &lt;B&gt;sharmaine, aLianna, jessa, jessica, drej, rocheLLe, edexa, aica, at winnie&lt;/b&gt; sa patintero. sumama naman si &lt;B&gt;chx&lt;/b&gt; sa bente uno. XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.gabi na nakaaLis. 6:30pm na kami umaLis ng campus. nagpunta naman kami nina &lt;B&gt;drej at aica&lt;/b&gt; sa &lt;B&gt;sta.Lucia&lt;/b&gt;. namiLi ng regaLo. XD toink. inabot na kami ng &lt;B&gt;9:20pm&lt;/b&gt; dun. pinagsarhan na kami ng maLL. haha. birhtday kasi ni &lt;B&gt;karen &amp; drej&lt;/b&gt; sa friday. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biniLan ko ng pouch sa sweLL stuff saka unan sa chuckLes &amp; doodLes si karen. tapos si drej naman, shades saka neckLace na bLade. haha. waLa pagtatawanan ko kasi siya. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. sa friday kina drej kami tapos saturday naman kina karen. XD sarap makibday. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;now pLaying:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;I&gt;torete&lt;/i&gt;. Lagi na Lang kumakanta si rocheLLe, edexa at kung sinu sino pa ng torete. at tiLa nawawaLa ako sa sariLi kapag naririnig ko ito. haha. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-618902797344033644?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/618902797344033644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=287063343025641873&amp;postID=618902797344033644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/618902797344033644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/287063343025641873/posts/default/618902797344033644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartsandstars.blogspot.com/2008/11/sarap-ng-feeling.html' title='sarap ng feeLing. :]'/><author><name>CHONG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17421840542515011350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWr-oYikNCU/TW9aZ0rwfGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v9iNjqEOJ-c/s220/9033_1054450618860_1753672791_104975_624766_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SS__Ergg1mI/AAAAAAAAAWM/oYPjTW2DWog/s72-c/th_plastik.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287063343025641873.post-4953646584315032859</id><published>2008-11-24T19:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:06:03.221+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>ngumiti kahit na napipiLitan. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="orange"&gt;"&lt;I&gt;Hindi rin tamang isiping magiging madali ang pagbabago. Dahil makakapagbago ka lang kung kaya mo nang aminin na hindi mo mapagkakatiwalaan ang sarili mong pag-iisip, dahil ito rin ang nagtulak sa’yo sa bisyo. Darating lang ang pagbabago kung pagod at sawang-sawa ka na sa kawalan ng control, at handa ka nang harapin at pasinungalingan ang boses na nagsasabi sa’yong, “Hindi mo kaya!” At mangyayari lang lahat ito sa panahon na gusto mo talagang magbago- hindi para kanino man o kung sa anumang dahilan, kundi tanging para sa sarili mo.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SSqPtIB7JFI/AAAAAAAAAWE/mUBSWtcyc3Y/s1600-h/Anpbortnglibronhudaz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 176px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-AErJCSRZ4w/SSqPtIB7JFI/AAAAAAAAAWE/mUBSWtcyc3Y/s320/Anpbortnglibronhudaz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272184319203026002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- kasaLukuyan kong binabasa ang isa pa sa mga obra ng dakiLang [yessss!!] manunuLat na si &lt;B&gt;BOB ONG&lt;/B&gt;. &lt;U&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;ANG PABORiTONG LiBRO Ni HUDAS&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;. akaLa ng mga kakLase ko kanina bibLiya ang binabasa ko, iba paLa. X] (courtesy of &lt;B&gt;TRIAN JUNiO&lt;/B&gt; ang Libro. XD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;CenteR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naniniwala ka ba sa demonyo? Yung evil spirit na pumapasok sa katawan ng tao? Yung talagang impakto na kulay pula, may sungay, may pangil, at may hawak na malaking tinidor?&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noong &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sabado [ november 22, o8]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naganap ang huLing araw ng exam. BAHALA NA. MALAY KO. EWAN. BASTA. di ko aLam. tsh. nagpunta kami sa bahay nina &lt;B&gt;Liza&lt;/B&gt; para makiextra sa praktis niLa. masaya. madami kami. yung pLay kasi niLa, report namin. matapos nun ay kasama ko sina &lt;B&gt;karen at andrej&lt;/b&gt;. pupunta kami sa bahay ni karen. magLaLaro sana ng &lt;B&gt;nintedo wii&lt;/B&gt; at gagawa ng script sa mapeh. haiz. pagpasok doon sa bahay nila, nagkwentuhan kami, kung anu ano ginawa, ng bigLa kong pinasok ang kamay ko sa aking buLsa upang magabasa ng text, kung sakaLing meron. Laking guLat ko, WALA NA SA BULSA KO ANG CELLPHONE KO. gumuho bigLa mundo ko, unang pumasok sa isip ko, takte pano ako uuwi???. nakita paLa ni drej nung pababa na kami ng jeep na may PARANG ceLLphone daw sa upuan kanina, pero maLayo sa pwesto ko. kaya hindi niya inakaLang akin yun. naLagLag paLa sa buLsa ko. syempre, &lt;B&gt;PANIC&lt;/B&gt;. niLoadan ko cp ni drej. pauLit uLit naming tinawagan ang ceLLphone ko. noong una'y waLang sumasagot, pero nang tumagaL nasagot na rin ang tawag. waLang nagsasaLita, heLLo kami ng heLLo. puro hagibis Lang daw ng sasakyan ang naririnig ni drej. papuntang CUBAO ang jeep na nasakyan namin. maLamang nasa maLayo na yun. maLamang may nakakuha na nun. at maLamang, di na niya iyong ibabaLik. nakaiLang text pa kami na ibaLik sa ccc ang cp. pero, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;waLang pag-asa.&lt;/span&gt; maLapit na rin maLowbat ang cp na yun. maLamang namatay na yun sa kakatawag namin. SALAMAT sa nanay ni karen. nahihiya tuLoy ako. naabaLa ko pa siya. hindi natuLoy ang pagLaLaro namin ng wii at chess. tsk. umuwi na ako. syempre, sermon. pero sandaLi Lang. akaLa ko kung anong parusa ang naghihintay. trauma na ako sa pagLaLagay ng gamit sa buLsa. once na maoff na cp ko, hindi na iyon mapapakinabangan ng magnanakaw. kung sakaLing mapiLit siya, bibiLi siya ng charger ng ericsson. pero waLa pa ring Lusot, may phone Lock ako. pero kung mataLino siya, pupunta siya ng maLL para ipatanggaL ang phone Lock na iyon. ang nakaktakot Lamang ay marami siyang makikita sa cp ko. kung ayaw na niya dumaan sa mahabang prosesong ito, isasanLa na Lamang niya ito sa haLagang P1,000. hindi niya aLam na P19,000 ang totoo nitong haLaga. kung noon ay nanakawan ako ng P1,000, ngayon nama'y P19,000. magkano pa kaya ang susunod?. &lt;U&gt;wag naman sana.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LINGGO [ november 23, o8]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;ang sagwa&lt;/U&gt;. nasa sta.Lu kami nina &lt;B&gt;aica , karen &amp; drej&lt;/b&gt;. nakauniporme. &lt;U&gt;may pasok&lt;/u&gt; grabe. may prusisyon. &lt;B&gt;CHRIST THE KING&lt;/B&gt; kasi ang feast. pero ayos na rin. para kay Lord naman. may bago na akong cp, actuaLLy di iyon bago, yun yung Luma kong cp. ginagamit ko Lang uLit. hmm. bumiLi ako ng bagong sim. eto number ko&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; 09266******&lt;/span&gt; hehe. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;message mo na Lang ako&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kawawa daw yung mga nagpaparinig nung isang gabi. di ko naman nareceive. haha. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. di namin aLam kung saan yung &lt;B&gt;generaL ricarte chapeL&lt;/b&gt; kaya sinundan na Lang namin ang mga mag-aaraL na nakikita namin sa jeep. bumaba kami sa &lt;B&gt;fiL oiL&lt;/b&gt;. matagaL ang prusisyon. papigiL pigiL.&lt;br /&gt;natapos ito sa ccc. nagmisa. at kumain kami nina &lt;b&gt;eLizza, karen, drej, &amp; aica&lt;/B&gt; sa &lt;I&gt;redbucks&lt;/I&gt;. :] gabi pa rin ang uwi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Dalawang addict ang naglalakad:&lt;br /&gt;“Pare”, ang sabi ng isa, “umiwas ka, tae ‘yan.”&lt;br /&gt;“Hindi,” ang sagot ng isa.&lt;br /&gt;“Pare, tae ‘yan!”&lt;br /&gt;“O sige, tikman natin.”&lt;br /&gt;Tinikman nga ng dalawa.&lt;br /&gt;“O sabi sa’yo eh, tae ‘yan e!” ang sabi ng isa.&lt;br /&gt;“Oo nga, buti hindi natin natapakan!”&lt;br /&gt;(a true to Life story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LUNES[ november 24, o8]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;"hehe. kahit ganito, sige pa rin, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ngiti Lang.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;matatapos din Lahat ng ito&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ako. [ yes naman XD ]&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isa itong &lt;strike&gt;pinutakteng&lt;/strike&gt; Lunes. binagsakan na ako ng impyerno dahiL bumuLusok ako pababa ng top 10. muLa sa top 4 ay naging top 12 na Lamang ako. haLos Lahat ng kaibigan ko ay bumaba ang ranking. &lt;B&gt;yan ang napapaLa ng kakagaLa&lt;/b&gt;. sabi nga namin na promise namin na waLa munang gaLa . &lt;U&gt;kaiLangang bumawi&lt;/u&gt;. hay. ang pinakamaLaki kong binaba sa grades ay yung mapeh. ako kasi ang best in mapeh dati. &lt;B&gt;99&lt;/b&gt; ang grade ko. naging &lt;B&gt;92&lt;/b&gt; . ang Layo diba?. hmm. anyways sabi naman ni miss ibabaLik daw niya sa 3rd grading periodicaL yung maLaking points na hindi naisama sa periodicaL test ko ng 2nd grading sa music. ang masasabi ko Lang ay &lt;B&gt;haiz&lt;/b&gt;. kanina chem pinagaLitan kami. may grupo daw na pag recitation ang tahimik pero pag ingayan sobra sobra. hindi ako tinamaan kasi nung pumasok si miss sa room, nagsusuLat Lang ako ng Lecture sa heaLth. ang kinakabahaLa ko Lang, maingay mga  katabi ko. baka pati ako nadamay. umiyak yung kaibigan ko nung fiLipino time. pinahiya kasi. syempre Lipat ako sa pwesto ni fabz para icomfort siya. sabi ko pa nga &lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;"oy! quits na tayo! tatLo na tayong napaiyak!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. naaawa na ako sa kaibigan ko, ewan. tapos nahuLi akong nagimproper seat. pinabaLik ako sa upuan. &lt;B&gt;ayan na&lt;/b&gt;. Laking kahihiyan nun. kaming magkakaibigan maiinterrogate. takte. naawa nga ako kasi nadamay yung iba.sabi nga nung iba kong kakLase:&lt;font color="yellow"&gt; &lt;I&gt;&lt;B&gt;ceLine, napatunayan mo nang pinag-iinitan nga kayo, hindi ka paranoid. totoo paLa mga sinasabi mo. muLa 1st grading ganyan trato sa inyo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. bLah. nagstay kami noong uwian. &lt;B&gt;gisang-gisa ako&lt;/b&gt; . sabi nga ni aica ako daw ang main ingredient ng putahe. &lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;I&gt;tae&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. oo tae nga. haiz. di ko na ikekwento ang mga nangyari. hahaba Lang post ko. at isa pa tinatamad na ako magtype. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinagkakitaan ko ang pagkababa ko sa top 10. maraming manLiLibre sa akin. nakipagpustahan kasi ako na kapag bumaba ako sa top 10 iLiLibre niLa ako. XD [ at Least may positive effect ang pagbuLusok ko ng pababa XP ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.sa ngayon. &lt;B&gt;dapat ng magsipag&lt;/b&gt;. pero kahit sa oras na ito ay nagsasayang pa rin ako ng oras. kaya sige, &lt;U&gt;bukas na Lang ako magsisipag.&lt;/U&gt; XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/287063343025641873-4953646584315032859?l=myheartsandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http:/
