<?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-9180402441687327097</id><updated>2011-08-02T04:35:37.530+08:00</updated><category term='LOVE'/><category term='Math'/><category term='Arian'/><category term='friends'/><category term='draggy'/><category term='Bagyong Ondoy'/><title type='text'>The affection I feel for you makes me go absurd at certain times.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Arian :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09376013535385195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-R9jlHOl4s/Sk4add6RczI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V-GRwALqIZA/S220/Picture+394.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180402441687327097.post-4092232256937029790</id><published>2010-03-27T17:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T17:56:38.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dearest first love, (that's you, blogspot)</title><content type='html'>I'm back! I missed you a lot. Can't promise you that I'll update every once in a while, but this is a sign of assurance. I didn't forget you. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to my blog sounds freaky, but hey. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Byeee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9180402441687327097-4092232256937029790?l=youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/4092232256937029790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2010/03/dearest-first-love-thats-you-blogspot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/4092232256937029790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/4092232256937029790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2010/03/dearest-first-love-thats-you-blogspot.html' title='Dearest first love, (that&apos;s you, blogspot)'/><author><name>Arian :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09376013535385195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-R9jlHOl4s/Sk4add6RczI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V-GRwALqIZA/S220/Picture+394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180402441687327097.post-7301007052387690648</id><published>2009-11-05T20:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T20:50:36.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I won't take the risk of getting hurt anymore. I WISH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stolen&lt;/span&gt; is what's playing right now, and it hit me, ten times as if I'm in a wrestling match w/ someone I do not know. And yes, that was RANDOM. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I don't think something miraculous happened this day, might as well update this for one last time. OR NOT. Got plans of transferring to Tumblr, still not sure. But I still would miss this, all of these! :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marjorie Ann Fader's fourteenth birthday&lt;/span&gt;! Oooh, yaay! Fourteen. And I was thinking of my birthday, still 2 months to go before I hit the big 1-4. Terrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my Biology notebook's getting filled up again, with words I seriously haven't heard of before. God, and it has to be like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And darn, I figured that my title was TOO dramatic, shallow even, but I really hope so that that could happen. My heart needs some repairing and serious bandages.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was too, unstoppable. Some harsh words won't even help. If she wants something, she'll absolutely, without a doubt do it. And I guess that's something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;A heart-breaker. A stealer. I don't want to sound like a backfighter, I just wanted to get all of these things out. And eventually regret this when I read it again, then take those words back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, and I just wanted to blurt out, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Lahat na lang naagaw mo. Gusto mo ata pti pencil ko sayo na."&lt;/span&gt; The sound of an annoyed thirteen yr. old, would like to break. NOW. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time passes I know everything would be alright. Back to where I've started, to what I was. And now I blame my heart. For why it does that to me, and why I don't get those long-term affections and whatsoever-s. :) It's a good thing and a bad thing all rolled up into one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camping's tomorrow. Still need to pack and arrange every little thing. Goodbye! :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Loving you like candy,&lt;br /&gt;--A. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9180402441687327097-7301007052387690648?l=youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/7301007052387690648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wont-take-risk-of-getting-hurt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/7301007052387690648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/7301007052387690648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wont-take-risk-of-getting-hurt.html' title='I won&apos;t take the risk of getting hurt anymore. I WISH.'/><author><name>Arian :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09376013535385195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-R9jlHOl4s/Sk4add6RczI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V-GRwALqIZA/S220/Picture+394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180402441687327097.post-6217287690384515491</id><published>2009-10-29T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T09:02:11.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing on the love, losses and more fun under the striking sun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;10/26/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Books aside. It's time to play!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Screaming twice as loud, ganging up on foes, and more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pain in the hizzey&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; are probably what "OH, FUN!" means now&lt;/span&gt;. Right? RIGHT. :) My husky voice is back, thanks to all the yelling, and chanting 'wala, WALA!'. Got that from all the Basketball games I cheered for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHH, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;new hearts popping out of the blue&lt;/span&gt;. HATE IT? I should, this guy not worth the love, but I think he already has captivated my heart. (Echoos.) JAILOVE is what keeps me on my feet and no, he's not the one for me. Lovestruck, perhaps? Nahh, he's just my new idol slash crusharoo. =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Past happenings. I'll break it down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Thursday, 10/22/09&lt;/span&gt; ~ &lt;u&gt;Sportsfest '09-10 Opening.&lt;/u&gt; WTH, teachers made us walk like dang, we do not need this, kind of walking. Parade was so lame because of that tiring walk from the HS building up to the gate of the Elem. building. We all were physically and mentally exhausted from the heat. And I can't tell you how tight the competition was for Muse &amp;amp; Escort, but Issy &amp;amp; Aj got this in the bag yo. There's a 99.9% probability that, we sophomores could win! All the talents were amazingly executed (except for the 1st ones which I think was not wonderfully performed, sry!), especially ours and the Seniors' talent. Papa Jonas was a real head-turner plus an "ohmygaah!" eye candy. Ate Pam meanwhile was really pretty, pretty, pretty, that I thought they were celebrities. Exaggerating much? Haha, kinda. Anyways, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PAMONAS&lt;/span&gt; rocks! We also won our first culliot game that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;End of day 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Friday, 10/23/09 &lt;/span&gt;~ &lt;u&gt;Day 2 of Sportsfest.&lt;/u&gt; It started and ended w/ Basketball. We were all trying our hardest to win all &amp;amp; for us, do our part in cheering, but unluckily, the hapon game of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Green vs. Yellow&lt;/span&gt; basketball boys, was a saddening loss. We won the morning game, and they were all hyped and ecstatic, but we went home w/ the hapon game in our minds, afraid that they might crush us again (we hope not.) We, I mean, I, Mado, &amp;amp; Tin, also named a few of our fellow Sophomore boys names of Basketball players. From Jeph to Jai Reyes, and Ed to Dylan Ababou, from Floyd to Chris Tiu, and Alec to Benjie Paras, we three were all in hysterics w/ what we did w/ them. No offense to the boys, but they all didn't mind it. Also, watching Basketball girls was more exciting and nerve wracking than the boys'. Kimmy and the gang did an awesome job making points for our team. I planned to join too, but I didn't have the guts to shove MATON out of the way. She was one tough boar. *laughs* So I decided to join the next day, pero ayun, naunhan prin ako ng kaba. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;End of day 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Saturday, 10/24/09&lt;/span&gt; ~ I was not ecstatic to go to school for it was a Saturday, hello? My morning started with a badminton game w/ Padz, and a practice for our "Harana para kay Maria" songs. I was not that nervous, but I could feel the tension in the others. Me and Inna were also trying out ways on how to go the other building and watch their opening. Eventually, we found out a way, and the HS dancers brought out the best in them in dancing. AMAZINGLY ASTONISHING. DANG, they also made us play only one game, which was Basketball girls. I was ready w/ sunblock on, and my voice ready to take on the fight. I didn't get the chance to join again, but did my best to lead the Dilaw cheering squad (WOO!) Maton slash Bulalo slash Crispy Pata (oh-so funny names na pinangbansag nila Yays &amp;amp; Alfredo kay girl.) played yet another game with more strength and will. She was ready to take on Kimmy, but Kimmy is the type of gal that's NOT ready to lose. Our girls WON, of course. While that ended, I got some time off to bond w/ my Dyxy. Went to the Elem. building to catch up on their games, and made bilin to my sister that was really important. She also told me about certain stuff I can't tell and more stories I didn't know. Also, we caught sight of Jerica and told her about how his brother did so well on being the Senior's escort. Then went back to our classroom, continued to exchange chikas, and a whole lot more. I was also pissed like EFF, and irritated to see EPAL there again. Nkakaasar tlaga un, laking salot sa mundo eh. GAHH, anyways, I just didn't mind him, but the next time I see him, he better be ready for some stern words. I warned you EPAL. *smirks* :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we also got some time to fix ourselves for our performance in CTK. Curling irons, makeup and everything was in sight. Ms. Rosas did my hair and Ms. Paraonda did our makeup. We arrived at the church, looking around and made kwento w/ Ate Justlyn. She was really funny, same w/ Ate Marj and Ate Tin. Ate Justlyn told us about how the 4thyear life goes, and about the subjects she adored and slept because of the boring factor. (LMAO!) The mass followed, then it was time to sing. I thought our was really sabog, but Dad said it was clean. Great, now I got to relax, and made a sigh for relief. Glad that was over. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;End of Day 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate to say this, but my skin tone is abnormally and unbelievably darker! DANG, I should freak out. I was saving my light complexion for Ateneo. HAHA! But thanks to the hot sun,  I'll be staying indoors the whole sembreak and I'll be using Likas Papaya twice as needed. And I'm serious. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10/29/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sportsfest is done! Woohoo, after all the hard work &amp;amp; the fights, though there was no over-all champ, we still believed that we have conquered the Freshmen. We played w/ our poker faces on, our fighting armors ready to cut the slack on those kiddos.  Sweet revenge, and I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to rest, Sembreak is here! (hey, I don't want to!) I would be missing the heat of the sun, the sleeping on the floor, the chanting, eating ice cream, and of course, HIM! LMY. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Go Dilaw&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;One big fight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;--A. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9180402441687327097-6217287690384515491?l=youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/6217287690384515491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/10/bringing-on-love-losses-and-more-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/6217287690384515491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/6217287690384515491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/10/bringing-on-love-losses-and-more-fun.html' title='Bringing on the love, losses and more fun under the striking sun.'/><author><name>Arian :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09376013535385195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-R9jlHOl4s/Sk4add6RczI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V-GRwALqIZA/S220/Picture+394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180402441687327097.post-3597824334675005727</id><published>2009-10-18T12:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T14:31:42.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Done with sleepless nights. Rewards are coming. :)</title><content type='html'>FINALLY, hell week's over. I got to sleep all I want yesterday and last night. Yeahh! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"With bigger mistakes, comes greater lessons."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;--Cheers to Dad! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've felt the adrenaline rush everybody's talking about.  Those projects that I told you about, were all done, SUCCESSFULLY. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*phew!*&lt;/span&gt; Although I know I could have done better in my Biology Pedigree, I was proud that I finished all those piled projects in a day. Talk about procrastinating. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*chuckles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are next in line. I hope I do much better than doing those projects. I've got to hit those pleasant line of 9s or those perfect 98s for much better results in my card. Cross your fingers. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go Dilaw!&lt;/span&gt; And because our Sportsfest will be after the exams, we'll be chanting those UST yells for our team. Growl loud and proud yellow Sophomores, one big fight! I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;10/08/09 &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;-- &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I forgot to blog about the day Ateneo won. Back-to-back, how cool is that? Goodbye, Jai Reyes! I'll miss watching him do his three-points. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;((:&lt;/span&gt; To Baclao and Al-Hussaini too, byee! Graduating too soon? Nahh, it's just that ngayon ko lang sila nakilala. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Still got things to finish. Reaction paper + more reading = one high mark! I'm hitting the books, tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;--A. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9180402441687327097-3597824334675005727?l=youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/3597824334675005727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/10/done-with-sleepless-nights-rewards-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/3597824334675005727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/3597824334675005727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/10/done-with-sleepless-nights-rewards-are.html' title='Done with sleepless nights. Rewards are coming. :)'/><author><name>Arian :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09376013535385195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-R9jlHOl4s/Sk4add6RczI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V-GRwALqIZA/S220/Picture+394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180402441687327097.post-1036871370731224848</id><published>2009-10-14T19:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:35:33.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 of HELL WEEK.</title><content type='html'>With all of the projects, assignments, and the Exams fast approaching, who wouldn't feel the inner hell on all these? Yes, I've been getting sleepless or over sleep-deprived nights for about a week or so, with dreams about unfinished this and that. I hate it, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last blog was so last week, and I need to get my writing powers back and running again. Refuel with new words and whatsoever. :))) Anyways, I'll be sharing stories by Friday, still not sure, probably by the time I finish all the assigned churvaa. At least, I'll give some updates &amp;amp; more chika you need to ponder on. :D I'm crossing my fingers that teachers wouldn't pile up more stuff &amp;amp; that the week would end in a snap. End now, end quickly, then I'll be one HAPPY, GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for this blog, it's a bye! Bye, bye and I hate to say bye. Till Friday? Till Friday! Still have to spread some magic over my overly decorated projects. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Procrastinating everything, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;--A. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9180402441687327097-1036871370731224848?l=youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/1036871370731224848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-3-of-hell-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/1036871370731224848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/1036871370731224848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-3-of-hell-week.html' title='Day 3 of HELL WEEK.'/><author><name>Arian :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09376013535385195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-R9jlHOl4s/Sk4add6RczI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V-GRwALqIZA/S220/Picture+394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180402441687327097.post-4617893291219294293</id><published>2009-10-05T19:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T20:57:02.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick of the crap you get everyday.</title><content type='html'>I just discovered that me and Garfield have one thing in common; we both hate MONDAYS. Loathing, probably better than getting the oh-so-unusual, unexplainable, bugging, &amp;amp; heart-palpitating loads of  irritations, is not a way for a thirteen y/o gal like me to roll. If you're quirky enough, then I wouldn't mind you. I'll start ranting. *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;UAAP. Ateneo-UE battle forced me to sleep soo effing late, which also had me feel like I've been sleepless for 2 days, just to catch on which team won. And ADMU just run out of luck, and what do you expect, Paul Lee just went there and did his thing. UE won unexpectedly, and I HATE IT. I was thinking before I watched, that I wanted UE to win because it would be so "bitin" if Ateneo would win. I'll take that back please. And I still love &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Jai Reyes&lt;/span&gt; even if he didn't do his amazing three-point shoots. And I was ecstatic, jumping up &amp;amp; down the bed, when I saw Dylan Ababou accept his awards. Still, I just wasted my beauty rest. EFF. =)))&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm glad Biology's back and running. Miss Reyes felt the remorse &amp;amp; the empathy, I guess, and gave us a second chance. Great, and now Genetics is just a pain. For the brain that is. LMAO!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;With people surrounding you CHANGING, and changing meaning attitude-like, like every chance you get to talk to them is just plain frustrating and inevitable. Is it just me or have I just gone ballistic or what? Well, it's what I observe, I won't be a judge but I think I have to prove myself wrong. I just have to, cause this isn't happening.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hatred, not a good sign. Being hurt and feeling worthless is another thing. After all those things I must admit I got envy of, I just don't want those two back into my system again. But it's partly impossible. I don't know, but the things that I wanted most just wouldn't come to me, and the things I rejected just keeps on coming back. Should I still believe that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"everything happens for a reason"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Guess so, I just wish that God stored some sweet surprises in the end.  Ending this problem is probably, not a problem at all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exchanging stories is fun, but relying on someone that she would do the same is insanely wrong. Now I learned you get that limited amount of who trust these days. Hard to do, but it is so true. *shrugs*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live, we dream, we sing. We all would just differ on how we take life, and in my case, that would be living sarcastically happy and bullet-proof for envy. I hope. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Roleplaying again is just sweet and revengeful. Jk! :))) I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't be surprised that everybody's using xoxo. When that time comes that I'll use it, I swear I wouldn't do it again. Looks sorta cornyyyyyy, then remove the sorta.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Arrivederci! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not my name,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--A. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9180402441687327097-4617893291219294293?l=youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/4617893291219294293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/10/sick-of-crap-you-get-everyday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/4617893291219294293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/4617893291219294293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/10/sick-of-crap-you-get-everyday.html' title='Sick of the crap you get everyday.'/><author><name>Arian :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09376013535385195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-R9jlHOl4s/Sk4add6RczI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V-GRwALqIZA/S220/Picture+394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180402441687327097.post-2362505574152078755</id><published>2009-09-28T10:18:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T21:00:21.946+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bagyong Ondoy'/><title type='text'>Make the tears stop dude. Count heaven's as well.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;9/26/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Recollection day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I woke up at around 6:45 AM just to get everything done before the 8:00 AM call time, I merely haven't noticed that time was ticking away and what do you know, 8 AM is here. Mom was still taking a bath, while I was downstairs, patiently waiting (yes, patiently) for her to be done in a minute. Like that would happen, kidding! :)) I was pacing back &amp;amp; forth while listening to the raindrops that were hitting so hard against the roof. Nature's wonders, I consider that as peaceful, even though many people were devastated by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Bagyong Ondoy"&lt;/span&gt; , I hope everybody that was affected would recover as swiftly as possible. I'm extending my prayers for all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at school at about 8:40, I think, and first went to Ms. Rosas where she holds the registration form thingys. So there, I thought I was super duper late &amp;amp; I'm glad I wasn't because if I was, I would freak out, like hello, 8:00 to 8:40? What a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered the St. Saraguel classroom w/ me and Enzo having to walk together because we arrived at the same time, and because I don't want to walk by myself, I tagged him along. Then started wondering, why wasn't it starting? DANG, apparently the Brothers were stuck in traffic because of the heavy downpour. Yes, downpour. It was raining quite hard for Laguna, it probably was more disturbing in other areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Knock, knock*&lt;/span&gt; The Brother entered the room w/ all his props and other churvaaloo, then introduced himself. His name was Eric, though he said his full name, I can't vividly remember what it was. Anyways, he did some introduction &amp;amp; yadayadayada. He told us a story about a kid named Diego who was very mayabang and maangas. Then told us that our recollection was in our hands, not his. He definitely got that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"quotable quote"&lt;/span&gt; from the story. Afterwards, we went to have our break, then back to our discussions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother made us play &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"paper dance"&lt;/span&gt; w/o the music and without the  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Okay, GAME!" &lt;/span&gt;part. Kinda unusual, but still fun and full of laughter. Then he asked us to form a circle and do the sharing. Questions were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"what have you learned from the activity?"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"are you happy with your life right now?"&lt;/span&gt; I swear I wouldn't cry, but I did. Too late, before I knew it, my eyes were starting to glare, and tears were running down my face. W/ Alfredo at my left side, I knew I would cry because he did his thing and started sobbing. All of the others answers were real tear-jerkers, except for the ones which were kinda senseless. I was second to the last, so I did confess everything. I said,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sa question #2, masaya ako, pero di masyadong contented. Maayos naman ang family life, pero dito lang sa school ang medyo may difficulties. Mahirap kasi, oo, ako din maraming insecurities, at madalas akong maging envious sa mga bagay-bagay. Lahat ng patama, syempre masakit. Pero after mga 5 minutes, tatawa na ko, tas okay na. Ayun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Alfredo was last, and his answers were the most unexpected things that you could imagine coming out of his mouth. I cried at the part when he said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;#2: Malungkot kasi aalis na yung isang kaibigan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That was Jamie. And yup, it made me cry even more when he said that. I didn't want the sadness rub off me because I still wanted to enjoy everything before dyxy leaves &amp;amp; I don't want to think of that cause that would just bother the hell out of me. That fact was still hard to absorb and take in. I wish that she wouldn't leave, but I guess everything is settled now. The date is in, and all I have to do is enjoy what's left to enjoy. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Loveyou Jamieee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sick of crying and my eyes were swelling. I didn't want to do that again. Unfortunately, that was just the beginning. Crying ONCE MORE started when the parents arrived in the chapel, have them face to face w/ us, then told everything we didn't thought we would tell. Said sorrys, told them what we like &amp;amp; don't like about them, and stuff. I cried my eyes out, up to that point where I couldn't talk, and they couldn't understand what I was saying, until the moment that I just giggled to relieve everything. How wonderful, that was a first &amp;amp; hope it would be the last. But the opening up part was a good thing, it made me feel more at ease sharing stories to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home with the rain still pouring, and my heart feeling relaxed as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;9/27/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom's 39th Birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I slept and woke up with my pants still on, and remembered, it was Mom's birthday. Dad bought yellow roses for mom, and cause there were some petals that came off the bud itself, I thought it would be downright stupid of me if I would just throw it away, so I scattered those down the stairs. We just prepared her a lil something, literally, which she was really surprised when she woke up. I cooked Pesto and French toast for her, which I just remebered, turned out to be oh-so-yummoh! And lil sissie made a "Happy Birthday, Mom!" sign at the back of an old illustration board. It was simple, yet she enjoyed every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just about dawn, when we went to attend the Mass. I asked God that he may bless everybody who got affected because of the flood &amp;amp; yup, prayed for own special intentions. As for mom's birthday dinner, we went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Red Kimono&lt;/span&gt; in Westgate, Alabang to eat a very lavish dinner(for me, that is). Sorta new to me, cause I wasn't used to eating in those fine-dining restos where you can see the rich and famous people dine. The resto had a very warm ambiance and it was very homey-like. Their menu was freaking heavy, like EFF, I couldn't read it because it kept on slipping from the table. Anyways, I took some pics then went to eat. Very light and yummy dinner I must say. I didn't end up burping and burping until I get home. After the meal, we just bought a cake then went home to eat it. The typical Sunday ended w/ a pinch of ohlala just because of the birthday, and yeap, there were no classes the other day. What a weekend. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*That's all. I guess we're all going back to school, except for other areas maybe. Till here, tomorrow we'll be back to reality. TTFN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--A. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9180402441687327097-2362505574152078755?l=youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/2362505574152078755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/09/make-tears-stop-dude-count-heavens-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/2362505574152078755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/2362505574152078755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/09/make-tears-stop-dude-count-heavens-as.html' title='Make the tears stop dude. Count heaven&apos;s as well.'/><author><name>Arian :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09376013535385195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-R9jlHOl4s/Sk4add6RczI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V-GRwALqIZA/S220/Picture+394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180402441687327097.post-7152921568490232924</id><published>2009-09-22T20:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:38:58.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whuut a klutz. :|</title><content type='html'>So my ears are literally bleeding because of Miley Cyrus' voice, and 'The Climb' just wants to make me flush my cellphone down the toilet for good. NAH, I'm kidding w/ the toilet part. I changed my alarm to 'Decode' cause I think I haven't heard it for awhile. I did the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up w/ a feeling of depression and a pinch of irritation cause I just remembered that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Dylan Ababou&lt;/span&gt; (UST basketball player, MVP of this year, LOVE HIM! :"&gt;) won't be playing next year. WTF, kaasar much. Sabi ko pa naman, dahil talo na sila nung Sunday pa, against woot, quote &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ateneo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;, next year nlng ako babawi ulet ng panunuod. Eh, ohhmyyeffinghell, wala na pala siya next year. Hello, bad trip. Luck wasn't at my side on this one. Mom was the only one who gave me hope &amp;amp; satisfaction . Sabi nya, "malay mo maglaro siya sa PBL, diba?" Ou nga naman. Arian, malayo pa mrarating nun. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Si Dylan pa&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA, feeling close. :)))&lt;br /&gt;Pero ayus lang, I just hope Ateneo would win. So, gusto ko magaral sa Ateneo pag nagcollege na ko. Kakareerin ko ng bongga ang studies para mkapasa ako, right? Who wouldn't want to enroll at a school w/ guys like &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jai Reyes, Eric Salamat, Kirk Long, &amp;amp; Rabeh Al-Hussaini&lt;/span&gt;? OHAA, OHAA! San ka pa? :D ONE BIG FIGHT. At kala mo sa Ateneo ako nagaaral. And by the time na dun na ko, graduate na sila. LOSER! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ateneo + UST + Atenistas above = LOVEE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;9/22/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;I got&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;nothing much to blabber about today, really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Except for the fact na nkasabay ko si Ate Anj sa CR knina, at nung lumabas ako sa cubicle, I didn't notice na naipit pla ung skirt ko sa likod ko. Basta, ganun set-up nun. Tas nung plbas na ko, buti nkita nia, at hinatak nya ko pabalik pra ayusin ang palda ko. OKAY, na appreciate ko un as in to the maximum level, kaya thanks &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;giggles&lt;/span&gt;! LY! :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mula sa pagkukwentuhan namin ni Mado na all about Twilight ulet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;hanggang sa pagkwento sakin ni SueAnn ng kanyang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Shortyy"&lt;/span&gt; experience, wala nmang nag-iba sa school. Same old, at minsan, magsasawa ka na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonding w/ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Komenich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; was always fun, lalo na pag lahat kami tumatawa. Hmm, ahem. We always laugh at siguro maiirita na ang iba. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;So, I gotta go. I still have to make peace w/the cat and the tortoise on my English book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yeah, till next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Or tomorrow. xDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;One big fight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;-- A. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;P.S. Ababou is my current obsession. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Okay, tama na. Maririnde na kayo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9180402441687327097-7152921568490232924?l=youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/7152921568490232924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/09/whuut-klutz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/7152921568490232924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/7152921568490232924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/09/whuut-klutz.html' title='Whuut a klutz. :|'/><author><name>Arian :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09376013535385195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-R9jlHOl4s/Sk4add6RczI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V-GRwALqIZA/S220/Picture+394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180402441687327097.post-348413905476905289</id><published>2009-09-17T18:54:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T21:51:36.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I laughed my way home. And now I'm feeling down in the dumps.</title><content type='html'>Okay, random fact. I'm so digging &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pixie Lott&lt;/span&gt; right now, and because I love her accent,  I got 4 songs of her in my iTunes. Her songs are superb, oh yeah, to the SUPERLATIVE level if you like how she sings. I'm a Brit-Pop psycho, so that's why. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Use Somebody&lt;/span&gt;, her version of the Kings of Leon song is playing right now. And I'm singing with her. As if I can hit those high notes with her, she's doing all the tricks. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hello! I'm blogging my heart out once more. Ohmygaash, I'm totally loving this. Telling everybody how I laugh and what are the things I laugh at is somewhat like relieving the stress out. I'll be doing this as a habit. Yaaay! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt good about my exams, although Biology had me  sweating like whatthehell, and my hand was shaking while drawing &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Anaphase I&lt;/span&gt;, I feel sorta comfortable with the other subjects. And I won't expect anything at all, cause that might just bring the bad luck to the table. You wouldn't want that. =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jamieeeeeeeee, I love you dyxy&lt;/span&gt;! You just made me end up in hysterics while reading your blog. And YOU also should read it, cause everything is in there &amp;amp; how this day ended up like. It's within reach, no worries. &lt;a href="http://littlemoretouchme.blogspot.com/"&gt;You should click here.&lt;/a&gt; :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I can't laugh right now, because I laughed the whole day, even for unecessary things like, SueAnn made "hi" to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;uhuh&lt;/span&gt; and everything else. I'm totally envious of that and it's eating me alive! Geez, I'll get my turn tomorrow, or some other day. Oh yes, I can! (the Ellen Degeneres style.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I watch Gossip Girl, and I know Serena and Blair &amp;amp; I know you know who they are. But God, should you include or be like them in everything that you do?&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; WE GET IT ALREADY! &lt;/span&gt;You are so acting like effing wannabes and you don't even have a clue that you are. So you refer to yourselves as one of them, like the hell we care?! We knew that from the beginning, no need to repeat it all over again. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Once is enough, twice is too much&lt;/span&gt;, remember that. AND DANG! You're giving me headaches. UGH, I hate those kind of people. They irritate my mind out. Pff, if you were me, you wouldn't handle the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"kakornihan level"&lt;/span&gt; and you would end up crying because of the too-much-laughing. ROFLing! (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BFF claps, toodles and such, never do that in public or people would look at you as if you've tripped down the stairs or even peed in your pants. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Just a friendly reminder from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go, I'm getting my inner  nerd on for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Math, English, TLE and Values&lt;/span&gt;. Man, I hope that Math would be easy as one, two, three. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;--A. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9180402441687327097-348413905476905289?l=youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/348413905476905289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-laughed-my-way-home-and-now-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/348413905476905289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/348413905476905289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-laughed-my-way-home-and-now-im.html' title='I laughed my way home. And now I&apos;m feeling down in the dumps.'/><author><name>Arian :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09376013535385195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-R9jlHOl4s/Sk4add6RczI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V-GRwALqIZA/S220/Picture+394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180402441687327097.post-1523466803518437371</id><published>2009-09-16T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T19:17:10.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Excuse me!" and it sounded so rude. Sorry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Today is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SIXTEEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;! So what? AHAHA. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes our&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; Monthly tests&lt;/span&gt;! Boohoo, I hate it. Like, who loves exams? Raise your hand and you're beyond crazy, plus you nerd! What's wrong with you? KIDDING! Geez, but all I have to say is that tests make life more sweeter by an inch. Or a centimeter. It adds drama too, so we should be thankful, because life would be so DULL &amp;amp; boring. And I don't want that. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;D-U-L-L&lt;/span&gt;! :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing much to share about this day, but yesterday was a different story. Maybe I'll blog about that &lt;s&gt;horrible day&lt;/s&gt; by the weekend, still not sure. It was hilariously horrible. Really.&lt;br /&gt;I'll always remember that day. 9/15/09 =  Oh gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But there was one thing I could tell to everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While me and Rommel were looking for our St. Raguel classmates to hand out the drawings of our mitosis &amp;amp; meiosis, on the way back to the bleachers, we would pass by the stairs which the 1st yr-St. Michael occupied (or the freshmen of other sections, I dunno). And because they were kinda congested and crowded in one place, here's what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was facing them and they were facing away from us, or they couldn't see us because I talked from behind. So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Padaan."&lt;/span&gt; I said nicely, though I don't know how that would appeal to them.&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ni Rommel, it kind off sounded like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"bat ganun sinabi mo?"&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"anu ba yan!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;or&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"ayos ahh!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I actually can't remember. Stupid me. Well, I know you'll get my point.&lt;br /&gt;And because ayoko namang mabara ako ni Mmel, I talked back;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Bakit? Ano ba dapat sasabihin? Diba padaan?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, sabi ni Jasmine Morales (firstyear), &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"excuse me!"&lt;/span&gt;. Then she giggled afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;And because that kinda irritated me a bit, cause I was so tired from going up &amp;amp; down the stairs, I sorta flashed back, and ACCIDENTALLY and UNINTENTIONALLY said, (not to her directly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Excuse me, padaan, that's the same."&lt;/span&gt; Then, I just continued my walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually felt guilty after I said that, thinking&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; why the hell I did that&lt;/span&gt;. It was like those words plopped out of my mouth w/o knowing that I already did say that, and it's very obvious now that my mouth has a mind of its own. Dapat hindi ko yun sinabi kase something else might happen. It may sound differently to her, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rude even&lt;/span&gt;, and that could cause a mayhem, and I'm no &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;war-freak&lt;/span&gt; to be clear! So, if you're reading this Jasmine, or somebody else close to her is reading this, saying that to you wasn't my intention. SWEAR. My mouth was so big, sometimes I just couldn't control it! So, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SORRY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I got it all out, my gosharoo! So, I'll end it here. Need to go cram and study for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Biology, Filipino, Social, Religion, and Computer&lt;/span&gt;. Exams tomorrow! WHEW, wish me luck and pray that I get high results. Arrivederci!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I ain't like that, XO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; -- A. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9180402441687327097-1523466803518437371?l=youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/1523466803518437371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/09/excuse-me-and-it-sounded-so-rude-sorry_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/1523466803518437371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/1523466803518437371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/09/excuse-me-and-it-sounded-so-rude-sorry_16.html' title='&quot;Excuse me!&quot; and it sounded so rude. Sorry!'/><author><name>Arian :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09376013535385195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-R9jlHOl4s/Sk4add6RczI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V-GRwALqIZA/S220/Picture+394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180402441687327097.post-7013532392537432847</id><published>2009-09-07T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:20:10.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patrol GOSSIP. Woahh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9/4/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about being real conyo.&lt;/span&gt; :)) We all were at the back of the lines, and of course, it wasn't obvious that we were doing nothing. Scouting, I mean. Yeap, so what did we talk about? All of the latest gossip we could share to one another. I actually felt full after. (Literally. It's like I ate it.) *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised I won't tell so I got my mouth zipped. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KKK&lt;/span&gt;, and others were just some of the so-called codenames we invented. For some reasons, it always has a connection to the person. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun with all of them.&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Arian, Jamie, Camx, Inna, Mado, Glays, and Bianx.&lt;/span&gt; The real chikadoras. (Did I left somebody out?) :)))&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;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're nobody until you're talked about.&lt;br /&gt;-- Gossip Girl, A. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9180402441687327097-7013532392537432847?l=youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/7013532392537432847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/09/patrol-gossip-woahh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/7013532392537432847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/7013532392537432847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/09/patrol-gossip-woahh.html' title='Patrol GOSSIP. Woahh.'/><author><name>Arian :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09376013535385195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-R9jlHOl4s/Sk4add6RczI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V-GRwALqIZA/S220/Picture+394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180402441687327097.post-5487806015248259532</id><published>2009-09-01T20:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T19:11:48.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And that concludes our Buwan Ng Wika. Katapusan ng malalalim na   tagalog. ;))))</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;LSS&lt;/span&gt;: Here We Go Again-Demi Lovato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;~~ Feeling kinda sarcastic and quirky. Heh?! &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;MISS ROLEPLAYING BIGTIME&lt;/span&gt;. :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8/27/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Buwan Ng Wika Culminating Activity&lt;/span&gt;. *masigabong palakpapan*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't take all of those deep Tagalog words anymore;my nose hurts. *laughs hard*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-R9jlHOl4s/Sp0fqpfaLyI/AAAAAAAAACA/7Ka6mtbA4C4/s320/2_480644337l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376488347702800162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's me. Singing my lungs out. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The not-so-lucky number one&lt;/span&gt;. Was it even a good thing to be first then sing in front of a lot people? GAAH, NO WAY! It was, yes, nervewracking. I was freaking surprised that I wasn't THAT nervous, and I thought that this would just be a piece of cake because of all the practice we've been through. Like "Pfff, madali na lang to." Ohgossh, NO. We kinda messed up. Oh, remove the &lt;s&gt;kinda&lt;/s&gt;. I mean, it wasn't that bad, but for the ears of those critical judges, forget it. It's too painful to reminisce again. KIDDING. :)) T'was a great experience, honestly. Gee, I think my voice is jumping up and down right now because it's finally over. HAHA, cheesy mo tol. Anyways, me and Jamie did a great job since day one. Even though we didn't won, I still enjoyed every single part of it. And that's the important thing, right? :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7-R9jlHOl4s/Sp5LSp83CaI/AAAAAAAAACI/HpUquZ2g5xk/s320/2_431137594l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376817788997798306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sabayang Pagbigkas&lt;/span&gt;. I was somewhere back there, I was the music-in-charge. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sabayang Pagbigkas&lt;/span&gt;. It was so clear that WE did better than those Freshmen (like duh!), although I must admit that we had a few sildes and trips but hell, WE DID BETTER! WAAHH! XD Whuutever, they just won over a trophy (no offense to those who bought it.) To the eyes of the teachers, it was obvious that ours was more pleasing. But hey, we should just let it be, they needed the trophy because we'll be grabbing &amp;amp; sweeping all of the awards for the next competitions. What can I say, we're just soooooo competitive. :D You better watch out kiddos, we're hunting you DOWN. DOWN BELOW. LMAO. =))) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-R9jlHOl4s/Sp5LdpeUfzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Od_1VS1hmuo/s320/2_276888226l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376817977848266546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The SENIORS. Their costume was great. Just look at that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Katutubong Sayaw&lt;/span&gt;. Gee, I think all of the dancers were so pessimistic about this. They say that their dance was not as good as what they thought it would be. HAHA, blame the choreo. *chuckles* Moving on, at least they executed every part of it well. (Kahit na sabi nila, ang gulo gulo daw sa backstage na hindi na sila magkahanapan ng mga props, GO pdin sila! That's the spirit Sophomores!) Their dance was cool, actually, They incorporated dances from Luzon, Visayas, and Mindanao; that was what it made it fun to watch. Turned out they all went home as 3rd placers. BWAHAHA, at least hindi 4th. Mas mabuti na yun. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The Frehies won yet again as Champions, but to tell ya the truth, I wasn't that hyped when they were announced as winners. Uhh, it was TOO commercial-like. It could work out for TV but not for the contest. ACCK, what the hell happned?!? It was so obvious from the beggining that the Seniors would win because it was AWESOME, as what I would say. SUPERB, extravagant. The costumes, the props, the dance itself, it was near perfect for our eyes. It even made me dumbfounded after they performed. They left me with my mouth hanging WIDE OPEN. *laughs* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The Juniors were the 4th placers beacause of the style of the dance. Their batch has some of the good dancers of the whole school, but theirs was more like a streetdance. It didn't fit our program. Belongs to the streets. KIDDING. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We still weren't convinced with the decisions, but what can we do? It's all over. Let's just wish that next time, we'll do better. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-R9jlHOl4s/Sp5LkWy-IaI/AAAAAAAAACY/hS3VtAgFlRQ/s320/2_389960516l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376818093093691810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Janelle and Enzo at their production number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;They look like those people from Zambales. AHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Lakambini at Lakandula&lt;/span&gt;. Lorenzo Briones and Janelle Tumulak. Good thing they represented our section, cause they brought home the pride and glory of our section! YAAAAYYYY! *clap, clap* We thought we'd win and we did. So we should thank them for their effort. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We all went at around 5:15 in the afternoon and everybody was EXHAUSTED. It wasn't a surprise when almost half of the school didn't show up the following day. *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEPTEMBER. Yayyy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The start of those Christmas countdowns. So exciting and I don't know why. Maybe the atmosphere when it nears down to the Holiday season. Perhaps. Ahuh. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Also, it's our &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;SCOUTING MONTH&lt;/span&gt;. We'll be seeing a lot of the cheers and songs and those patrols with their different names, and Ms. Noble walking around the quadrangle with her whistle. Totally repeating every part of it. I hope we have fun, but that's not a definite. Best of luck to all scouters! OHYEAH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Tata for now. :* XO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Girls. They just want to have fun."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-- A. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9180402441687327097-5487806015248259532?l=youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/5487806015248259532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-that-concludes-our-buwan-ng-wika.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/5487806015248259532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/5487806015248259532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-that-concludes-our-buwan-ng-wika.html' title='And that concludes our Buwan Ng Wika. Katapusan ng malalalim na   tagalog. ;))))'/><author><name>Arian :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09376013535385195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-R9jlHOl4s/Sk4add6RczI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V-GRwALqIZA/S220/Picture+394.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-R9jlHOl4s/Sp0fqpfaLyI/AAAAAAAAACA/7Ka6mtbA4C4/s72-c/2_480644337l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180402441687327097.post-6900822136346135187</id><published>2009-08-24T18:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T21:42:26.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Weekend = OVER. Balik reality tayo. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt; described yung tatlong araw na walang pasok. Hayy salamat, a break from all the stress of practing and such. KALOKA tong Buwan Ng Wika. Hectic. =)))) Kaya eto, biniyayaan tayo ni Lord ng Long Weekend. YAYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;8/21. FRIDAY&lt;/span&gt;: Went to Bluewave. Yung malapit sa may MOA. Coolio dun, there really were bands na tumutugtog. And of course, I ate a lot. GAAAHHHHH, I ate like a quarter of the portion nung Spaghetti with meatballs, tska ung Platter na may baked mussels, onion ring na kasing-size ng bangles, fries, those YUM-OH calamares, &amp;amp; ung buffalo wings na di ko sure kng un ba twag dun. Tapos, nag-Starbucks kame after, dahil mukhang di pa kme busog. &lt;i&gt;*LOL*&lt;/i&gt;. I was drunk because of the &lt;s&gt;tall chocolate chip frappe&lt;/s&gt; that I ordered. KIDDING. DANG, I REALLY WAS FULL. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*chuckles* &lt;/span&gt; And inferness, nagustuhan ko ung band na Xonary, ang galing nila. Kumanta na habang nasayaw. SAN KA PA?! :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;8/22. SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt;: Pumasok sa school at nag voice workshop. Nothing new dun.&lt;br /&gt;Pero grabe pag-uwi ko, ang bigat ng pakiramdam ko kse prang nag-aacid ako. GOSH, ganun pla feeling nun. Masaket.&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang nung si kafatid ay nag-ballet, medyo gumaan na paonti-onte. After nun, nag-Festi kme. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;SALE!&lt;/span&gt; Woooh! Nag-shopping ng bongga kaya pag-uwi nmen, BOOOM! Bagsak, nkatulog ako bigla habang nanunuod ng Shooter sa HBO. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;8/23. SUNDAY&lt;/span&gt;: Pumunta kaming Nuvali sa Sta. Rosa. Went fish-feeding. KATUWAA, yepp. Bumalik ang childish instincts. NYAHAHA. *laughs* Ganda pla dun, it was calming seeing the fishes and the clear water. AWW. Bumalik kmeng Paseo to eat at mag kung ano-ano. Bought a really cool tee. Angkyoot nia, swear! AHAHA. Tas bumalik na ulet kme para mag simba sa St. Peregrine, umuwi at nagpahinga. Whataweekend! Tiring right? Pero HAPPY HAPPY si Lela. :)))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;8/24. MONDAY&lt;/span&gt;: Balik buhay-aral tayo. Ayos lang kasi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;BOOKFAIR na!&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh, yesh, yesh! HAHAHA. Si Cuttonx. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puntang Elem building para maki-chika sa Bookfair. Tapos yung mascot, si Clifford, (tama ba?) ung pulang aso, pinagtatawanan nila. Snoopy daw na color red, sabi ni &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Green Thumb or si Mmel&lt;/span&gt;. LOKO un. Tapos ang laki ng chan niya, nainom daw kase. Ayy, ako nagsabi nun. BAD. =)))) BWAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Tapos nun, eto talaga, balik aral na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pgkatapos nung classes, shortened sched kse ulet, gumawa nlng ako ng props kse wla nman si Jamie, di ako mkakapag-practie mg-isa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Nag finger painting ako, YAAAYY! *clap,clap*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leche kase, walang paintbrush, mukhang tange. Pero masaya, bumalik ung pagka-bata ko. Nkipag-bonding din ako kela Mado, Cheng, Carlo at Ed. Tska kumain kme ng cup noodles. AHAHA. Tapos biglang dumating si Ms. Rosas, sabay tago ng cup noodles. Kulet eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird nun paguwi, umulan. Pff, whatever. Ang panahon ngayon unpredictable na talaga. HAYY, effect of Global Warming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one under "Long Blogs." HEHE. Teka, I still have to go download sound effects, kaya I'm out. Till here yo. :)&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;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You got me love drunk,&lt;br /&gt;--A. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9180402441687327097-6900822136346135187?l=youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/6900822136346135187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/08/long-weekend-over-balik-reality-tayo-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/6900822136346135187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/6900822136346135187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/08/long-weekend-over-balik-reality-tayo-d.html' title='Long Weekend = OVER. Balik reality tayo. :D'/><author><name>Arian :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09376013535385195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-R9jlHOl4s/Sk4add6RczI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V-GRwALqIZA/S220/Picture+394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180402441687327097.post-4027431803566263585</id><published>2009-08-19T19:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T20:37:23.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand chase! Sabay pose. HAHAHA.</title><content type='html'>Salamat kay Grand Chase master &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a.k.a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alfredo Aguilos. &lt;/span&gt;Yeaahh, kakulitan nmen ni Glays, kakapose niang Grand Chase ng Grand Chase kanina. Demonstration --&gt; &lt;img style="width: 28px; height: 22px;" src="http://dl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/523/523651hrk7q2lyrl.gif" border="0" /&gt; Tawa lng nman si Alfredo! LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH HOT DAMN! &lt;/span&gt;Ayon nga sa kinakanta ni SueAnn knina, OHMYGAASH. Ang hot niaa. You probably know who that is. :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapagod magturo sa mga taong di nkikineg sayo. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lalo na sa Sabayang Pagbigkas&lt;/span&gt;. :D Kaya, mgpasalamat nlng tayo at si Hanna ang savior nten. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hanna Arriola, the lifesaver!&lt;/span&gt; :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baket ba kong biglang napaglaro ng basketball kanina? Weird as it may sound, OO gnawa ko. Di nman nglaro, tinuruan lng nman ako nila Alfred at Issy. LOL. Coolio, na-appreciate ko un. Nakashoot ako no, kala nio. BWAHAHA! &lt;img style="width: 30px; height: 25px;" src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/568/568363v9kx6xu2g5.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Angas o Taba? SECRET, walang clue. :))"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How I wish you were mine.&lt;br /&gt;--A. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9180402441687327097-4027431803566263585?l=youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/4027431803566263585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/08/grand-chase-sabay-pose-hahaha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/4027431803566263585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/4027431803566263585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/08/grand-chase-sabay-pose-hahaha.html' title='Grand chase! Sabay pose. HAHAHA.'/><author><name>Arian :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09376013535385195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-R9jlHOl4s/Sk4add6RczI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V-GRwALqIZA/S220/Picture+394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180402441687327097.post-4394976416255353399</id><published>2009-08-17T19:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T19:45:17.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MONDAYS-- never liked it. :))))</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August 17, 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uhh, normal day. Na medyo may excitement. Ayy, di pla, ewan ko. Just read yo. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;6:00 AM~ Not my ordinary wake-up time. Usually, mga 5:30, gising na ko, pero MONDAY kse e, freaking TIRED from what happened yesterday. Gahhh. So ayun, wakey-wakey Arian! Did the normal routine, and blah blah blah. Alam mo na yun. *laughs* Sumakay sa service, tas BOOM! HAHA, wala lng. Ayun, medyo nairita ng onte pero mtatawag pa nmang maayos ang pkiramdam ko pgbaba. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLAG CEREMONY. Nkipag-kwentuhan muna sa mga chicas at tumawa. Inalmusal ko un. Tas wahhh!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Si BRIGHTSIDE ayun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/2197/2197072bdtbi8tion.gif" width="20" border="0" height="26" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mukha syang inet na inet knina. KILEG MUCH, prehas kme. Pero improving na ko, di na ko msyado ntingen sknya. Hwahaha, i-congratulate mo ko. :)) Kulet no, OBSESSED. Sabay bawi, di no, ASA. *chuckles* Si SHORTYY di ko nkita. Bawi mamayang uwian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Checking ng exam papers&lt;/span&gt;, hindi sya exciting, SWEAR. No idea why, pero ganun ung feeling  ko knina. And ung &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deoxyribonucleic acid&lt;/span&gt; nmin, ang BABOY na tganan. Ganda sa malayo, ohmygossh pg malapet. Seth kse, ayy nako. &lt;img style="width: 27px; height: 20px;" src="http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1744/1744330pz84739fis.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAPEH&lt;/span&gt;~ Nkalimutan ko score ko, pero alam ko mtaas. HUWAAW.&lt;img style="width: 55px; height: 30px;" src="http://dl8.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1055/1055238vkt8pq7t58.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TLE&lt;/span&gt;~ Ah, nkalimutan ko dn. ANU BA YAN. :)))) Pero same with MAPEH, maayos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VALUES&lt;/span&gt;~ Leche yan. Ung pgkakasulat lang nung AGREE kelangan preho pa. Bwiset. Puro mali tuloy. HAHAHA, pero di nmalayan ni Miss Nobs knina na time na. Katawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MATH&lt;/span&gt;~ SHOOT, pass ako dto. Syemperds mababa, GAHH. Ndi mo ba nman gusto eh, LMAO. Pero sana tumalino ako sa Math, tska eto ung pnakamatagal kong inaral no. Whatdahell nlng nung lumabas. Magiging mathematician dn ako, SOMEDAY. Be ready world. &lt;img style="width: 18px; height: 18px;" src="http://dl9.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1744/1744299zqjdt077oc.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COMPUTER&lt;/span&gt;~ Hala, eto talaga, bunyagan na ehh. Kulang nlng tlaga mlaman na nila. =))) May tinanong lng ako ky Miss, sinundan pa nla ng iba. Ayan, NACHIKA pa ko. Goodluck nman. Public embarassment talaga pag nlaman ni Brightside at Shortyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIOLOGY&lt;/span&gt;~ Eto unexpected. Ang baba ko, di ko alam kng baket ganun sya lumabas. Huuuh, medyo frustrating, pero in about 5 minutes, okay na ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FILIPINO~ &lt;/span&gt;Coolio! Kla ko mababa, di nman pla. Maayos na dn. Contented. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortened ang sched ngaun eh, kaya todo practice nman kme ni Jamie knina. Ang gnda na ng mga practice nmen, inferness. Pti blending, bongga! Polishing nlng. Yeaahhh. :]]&lt;br /&gt;Pero mejo naasar lng ako knina dto kay ANO, kse prang okay, thanks sa pag-appreciate sakin sa kabaliktaran. Ayos lng nman un, medyo namisunderstood ko lng un kse pagod na ko. Sowrry. :) In about 10 minutes, balik normal na nman ako. In between that nga lng, I just spent it with nobody but myself. Masaya dn, kse nkapagisip-isip ako about some things. &lt;img style="width: 18px; height: 18px;" src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1744/1744334xdtf9jhvco.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto pa, nabanas ako kay ANO #2. Same reason, uh, medyo sumosobra na sya. Ano eh, prang sya nga nagyon ung mdalas nkakasamaan ng loob ng iba kong fellas. Ako din. Kanina lng. Di ko maexplain ng maige pero nakakaasar na talaga sya. Sana nman mafeel nia na, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ayy, sumosobra na ko."&lt;/span&gt; Ganun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umuwing nakangite, pero pagod. Ang buhay ko, hindi nawalan ng excitement. Expect the unexpected. :) That's all I can say. Haba na no. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalove,&lt;br /&gt;-- A. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9180402441687327097-4394976416255353399?l=youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/4394976416255353399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/08/mondays-never-liked-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/4394976416255353399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/4394976416255353399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/08/mondays-never-liked-it.html' title='MONDAYS-- never liked it. :))))'/><author><name>Arian :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09376013535385195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-R9jlHOl4s/Sk4add6RczI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V-GRwALqIZA/S220/Picture+394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180402441687327097.post-3364621426623527074</id><published>2009-08-11T18:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T18:45:23.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aww man, I feel so drowsy. Wish me luck! :]</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I got the cold. Ickky? I KNOW, RIGHT. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quarterly exams will start tomorrow. So I do need some studying, that's why I'll make this short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exam Line-Up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Biology&lt;br /&gt;- Filipino&lt;br /&gt;- TLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weee, bid me goodluck cause I'll be needing it. *laughs* Till here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Shortyy. Brightside. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-- A. :]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9180402441687327097-3364621426623527074?l=youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/3364621426623527074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/08/aww-man-i-feel-so-drowsy-wish-me-luck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/3364621426623527074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/3364621426623527074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/08/aww-man-i-feel-so-drowsy-wish-me-luck.html' title='Aww man, I feel so drowsy. Wish me luck! :]'/><author><name>Arian :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09376013535385195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-R9jlHOl4s/Sk4add6RczI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V-GRwALqIZA/S220/Picture+394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180402441687327097.post-122918393076040861</id><published>2009-08-05T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T21:32:10.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Try to reach out to you, touch my hand. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;TOUCH MY HAND. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw you from the distance,&lt;br /&gt;Saw you from the stage,&lt;br /&gt;Something 'bout the look in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Something 'bout your beautiful face,&lt;br /&gt;In a sea of people,&lt;br /&gt;There was only you,&lt;br /&gt;I never knew what this song was about,&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly now I do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't let the music stop,&lt;br /&gt;Can't let this feeling end,&lt;br /&gt;Cause if I do it'll all be over,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never see you again.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;KNOCK YOU DOWN. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd.. be in love like this&lt;br /&gt;When I look at you my mind goes on a trip&lt;br /&gt;And you came in.. and knocked me on my face&lt;br /&gt;Feels like in I'm in a race&lt;br /&gt;But I already won first place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd.. fall for you as hard as I did&lt;br /&gt;You got me thinkin' about our life a house and kids (&lt;br /&gt;Every mornin' I look at you and smile&lt;br /&gt;Cause boy you came around and you knocked me down.. knocked me down&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As what my UPDATE says (you just have to read), I'll be trying my hardest to that, whatever it would cost me. You got that? Great! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Catch Me If You Can.&lt;/b&gt; Stupid film review.  :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kadoodle-beep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-- A. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9180402441687327097-122918393076040861?l=youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/122918393076040861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/08/try-to-reach-out-to-you-touch-my-hand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/122918393076040861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/122918393076040861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/08/try-to-reach-out-to-you-touch-my-hand.html' title='Try to reach out to you, touch my hand. :)'/><author><name>Arian :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09376013535385195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-R9jlHOl4s/Sk4add6RczI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V-GRwALqIZA/S220/Picture+394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180402441687327097.post-8067952664037822720</id><published>2009-08-04T00:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T18:14:11.330+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='draggy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><title type='text'>I feel clueless and numb. Totally blank.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Sometimes I just want to forget the fact that I love you, and let the matter of YOU intruding into my world slip of my memory. But if that happened, maybe I wouldn't feel the HAPPINESS you make me take by heart. My life wouldn't be like this. It would be normal, a peaceful one. But I won't regret every part of my story that included YOU. You were the missing page of my book. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygossh, I can't believe I just said those things. I mean, I wasn't that deep before. DANG, &lt;b&gt;head over heels.&lt;/b&gt; Are you that intensely captivating? Cause you sure got me drooling over YA. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing's for sure, I don't know what exactly to feel right know. Parang, hindi ko magets kung mgiging msaya ba ko, or malungkot and whatever you may think of. I just know that I'm really confused right now. GAHH, I don't know what to say. I can't fully express it in words. Or words can't describe how this is happening. &lt;b&gt;Shoot, konti nlng talaga, maloloka na ko.&lt;/b&gt; =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeecck, this day was so in the dumps. DRAGGY, whuutever. xD But, I still managed to put on my smile. Works for anybody in school. Coolioo! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BTW, Thanks Daddy! I went sobbing because of these pathetic thingy-s. And I got it all out on him. He even taught me about some things in life that you wouldn't imagine you'd be doing. SO, A BIG HUG FOR YOU!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;img src="http://dl9.glitter-graphics.net/pub/355/355309gbkoqc8id5.gif" width="42" border="0" height="18" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for &lt;b&gt;Brightside&lt;/b&gt;, I will still spend my days figuring out what to do to straighten my world again. I know it would take a lot, but that's what you call as trying. &lt;b&gt;Heyy Shortyy!&lt;/b&gt; You're my eye-candy! YEAAH. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Brightside. Shortyy. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;-- A. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9180402441687327097-8067952664037822720?l=youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/8067952664037822720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/08/tell-me-what-should-i-feel-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/8067952664037822720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/8067952664037822720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/08/tell-me-what-should-i-feel-right-now.html' title='I feel clueless and numb. Totally blank.'/><author><name>Arian :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09376013535385195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-R9jlHOl4s/Sk4add6RczI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V-GRwALqIZA/S220/Picture+394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180402441687327097.post-7815250826294409273</id><published>2009-08-02T00:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T00:40:41.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever thought, just maybe, you belong with me. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Love - a wildly misunderstood although highly desirable malfunction of the heart which weakens the brain, causes eyes to sparkle, cheeks to glow, blood pressure to rise and the lips to pucker." xDDD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find, that what you're looking for has been here the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could see that I'm the one who understands you. Been here all along, so why can't you see, YOU BELONG WITH ME.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If dreams do come true, I hope they consider mine as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Shortyy. Brightside. ♥ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-- A. :]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9180402441687327097-7815250826294409273?l=youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/7815250826294409273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-cant-you-see-you-belong-with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/7815250826294409273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/7815250826294409273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-cant-you-see-you-belong-with-me.html' title='Have you ever thought, just maybe, you belong with me. :)'/><author><name>Arian :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09376013535385195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-R9jlHOl4s/Sk4add6RczI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V-GRwALqIZA/S220/Picture+394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180402441687327097.post-7738148139049161841</id><published>2009-07-31T18:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T21:15:46.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, ano ba dapat maramdaman ko ngayon? :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;7/30/09&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Search for Mr. &amp; Ms. NutriSci. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was tiring, at the same time exciting. Ohhgosh, here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;B&gt;Thursday morning.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Huwaat a beautiful day. Hanggang naalala ko na hindi ko pa pla naayos gmet ko. *LOL* Cram, cram, CRAP. Nagmadali na ko, hinalungkat ko cabinet and such. Pgadting ko sa school, FC agad. Ayun, si Brightside nkita ko. Pff, natural, as if nman, lgi ko syang nkikita. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woooh, hanggang pgdecorate ng auditorium kinareer ko. Played with balloons, ng-stapler ng mga kurtina, tumambay, manuod, un lng nman gnawa ko. :))) Tska, ngpabalik-balik form elementary building back to highschool. Mafi-feel nio ang pagod pgkatapos, sweaar! ;PP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, scream-oh! Jkidding. xD Cheering pla, AHAHAHA. Grabe, ang tinde nung competiton. Ang pambato ng sophomores: &lt;B&gt;Micaela Padua &amp; Chad Fernando.&lt;/b&gt; Yay! *clap clap* DANG, unfortunately, di kame nanalo. Too bad, pero it was a great experience. OHAAA?! :)) At least they did what they did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;HR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;7/31/09&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;"Could I take these all in? Or am I supposed to give up on you?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused. Please do tell me what to do. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say. But thanks, thanks for everything. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;-- A.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9180402441687327097-7738148139049161841?l=youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/7738148139049161841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-ano-ba-dapat-maramdaman-ko-ngayon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/7738148139049161841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/7738148139049161841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-ano-ba-dapat-maramdaman-ko-ngayon.html' title='So, ano ba dapat maramdaman ko ngayon? :('/><author><name>Arian :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09376013535385195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-R9jlHOl4s/Sk4add6RczI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V-GRwALqIZA/S220/Picture+394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180402441687327097.post-7409702307801419805</id><published>2009-07-24T22:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T02:16:54.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think this is what I get when I let my heart win.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Food Bazaar/Mural Contest/Cookfest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whuutadayyy. Sounds really exhausting right? *chuckles* Really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;"Ohhshoot!"&lt;/b&gt; Yan yata ung unang lumabas sakin nung hinahanap ko si Brightside. Grabee, I was looking for him ng bonggang-bongga. Hinanap ko sya sa harap, sa likod, at kng saan-saan. Syempree, FC, di nman ako masydo makalingon sa tabi-tabi kase mamaya baka masita pa ko at machismis pa kng cno hnahanap ko. So, ayun, secretly I tried to look around na wala msyadong makakita. Hanggang natapos na ang FC, WALA PA RIN. Tnanong ko na kila Mado, kay Cheng, si Inna, at kng cno cno pa kng nkita nla SIYA pero unfortunately, di ako sinuwerte ngaung araw, WALA siya. Or absent. Kaya ang inspiration level ko nasa 0 knina. &lt;B&gt;Tss, gnyan ako mgmahal ng sobra pa sa sobra. *LOL, BUMANAT! xD*&lt;/b&gt; Anyways, the show must go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinira ko na ang Food Bazaar. Nagtinda, nagluto, ngawa ko na ata ung lhat. Amoy araw lng nman ako pgkatapos nun, mukha pa kong dugyot. EWWWW. Blech much, humarap ako sa buong SMIS na haggard na ako. Ngtawag pa ko ng mga bibili ah, gumana pte ang daldal powers ko. Ayeaaah! :)))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;LSS ko,&lt;/B&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bahay Kubo.&lt;/span&gt; *laughs hard* Grabee no, kase nman, etong voice lessons nmin, pkantahin ka daw ba ng Bahay Kubo, na iba ang version, may mga &lt;I&gt;*pa parapa pa*&lt;/I&gt; effects, na ibaiba ang voices, at paulit ulti pra lng sa Culminating activity. SOWS, kng alam mo lng. =))) Hanggang pgbaba ko ata sa clasrum un pren knakanta ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muntik ko png makalimutan, nghanda kme ng something for Sir Pierre knina. Birthday nia kase bukas or sa Sunday, di ko sure. :D Tas nandun ang mga ex-Raguels at mga current Raguels, kaya bongga. Cute nung cake nia, may Superman! xDD Naalala ko tuloy ung sa BIO. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Lumipas na ang hapon na wala akong pnag-hyperventilate-tan kse wala nga sya. Galing nya, siya lng nkagawa sken nun.&lt;/b&gt; xP Nglaro lng kmeng truth or dare with Jamie, Nina, Hanna, Heidi and tumakbo lng nman ako sa quadrangle na walang shoes, prang trip-tripan lng. :P Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Pffff, current mood: Confused, confused, at confused.&lt;/B&gt; Si Tin lng ata ung nkausap ko ngaung araw na super open-up ako, khet sa YM lng, na puro tngkol sa mga ganung bgay pnag-usapan nmen. Kaya, &lt;B&gt;THANK YOU TIN!&lt;/b&gt; :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; "I have no idea why the hell I like Brightside. Weird enough for me and you, I seriously have no clue. Was that possible? Er, IDK. But, what's important is that I know I love him. Okaaaayyy, it's unusual for ME to be inlove in a snap. You should just leave the figuring out part to me..." xDDDDDDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;u&gt;Giving up on him is unreasonable. TTFN! :*&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;--A. :]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9180402441687327097-7409702307801419805?l=youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/7409702307801419805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-i-think-this-is-what-i-get-when-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/7409702307801419805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/7409702307801419805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-i-think-this-is-what-i-get-when-i.html' title='I think this is what I get when I let my heart win.'/><author><name>Arian :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09376013535385195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-R9jlHOl4s/Sk4add6RczI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V-GRwALqIZA/S220/Picture+394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180402441687327097.post-2918018267302914261</id><published>2009-07-23T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:37:49.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hyperventilating; I do that everyday. =)))))</title><content type='html'>Well, not every second, atleast everytime I get to see him. *blushes* *laughs* Yeah, it became a part of me, like two weeks ago? WAHH. He makes me go CRAZY, you wouldn't believe how my normal day starts &amp; ends up like. :PP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NORMAL DAY. TODAY FOR EXAMPLE.&lt;br /&gt;Abnormality comes when I go to school, back of the line every morning. And besides, I have reasons. :)) So, I get to see him, light up my day like 1, 2, 3!  Who the hell? Mr. Brightside! Been clamoring all about him since, I dunno, a week, I think? What's weird is that, I DO NOT know why I like/love him. Weird ehhh? =)) So yeaaah, there's something about him that makes me talk or even think about how is he doing and etc. *I know this sounds so crappy; but this happens when you get hit by that stupid adoration/love thing.* :]  I'm clueless when they ask me why I do, but I get hurt when they say some harsh stuff about him. Craaazyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get the chance to see him, like what happened today , and we were like SOOO CLOSEE that I could just close that gap between us, it makes me sorta happy of an unknown sort. LOL. *grins* Geez, it's my first time being this absurd. *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, this girl banged strong! Or whatever. You get my point. :]] &lt;br /&gt;Now you know how's it like being me. T'was never EASY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stay optimistic as how I'm doing it, just to keep my hopes up. :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN! :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-- A. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9180402441687327097-2918018267302914261?l=youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/2918018267302914261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/07/hyperventilating-i-do-that-everyday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/2918018267302914261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/2918018267302914261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/07/hyperventilating-i-do-that-everyday.html' title='Hyperventilating; I do that everyday. =)))))'/><author><name>Arian :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09376013535385195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-R9jlHOl4s/Sk4add6RczI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V-GRwALqIZA/S220/Picture+394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180402441687327097.post-1721138077470700046</id><published>2009-07-18T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T00:00:47.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was made to be like that.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wala akong ma-blog ngaun. Eto nlng muna. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung Friday, pinagusapan nmen kung baket ganon. Baket ganon ang alin? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ang buhay. Ano pa ba? :)))&lt;/span&gt; Okay, drama is coming. I warn you to braise yourself. :DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinanong ko kay Mado, parang ganito, "Sa tingin mo ba, maeenjoy nten ung buhay nten kapag prang walang imperfections? Ung wala kang mistakes, lagi kang masaya, kase perfect na nga buhay mo?" Sabi nia, hinde. Kase ou nga, may tama sya. Pag perfect na buhay, you won't feel anything but happiness. Pero, I think na may pros &amp;&amp; cons nga un. If it wasn't for the mistakes we made, hindi tau matututo ng mga so-called "values". But, pag wala ngang mistakes, lagi taung masaya. Feels incomplete for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa huli, mas importante pren na tnggapin nten lahat ng bnibgay saten. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shouldn't miss an opportunity, shouldn't regret a thing. &lt;/span&gt; Kaya ako, I curse my life seldom, kase we should be careful what we wish for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did my own gospel. The early one to be precise. Okaayy, I'm all out of love, and I ran out of stories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: He's a hottie. Si Mr. Brightside. Ayyyyyiiiii, kinikileg na nman ako. :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is too much, gotta go. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9180402441687327097-1721138077470700046?l=youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/1721138077470700046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-was-made-to-be-like-that.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/1721138077470700046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/1721138077470700046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-was-made-to-be-like-that.html' title='It was made to be like that.'/><author><name>Arian :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09376013535385195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-R9jlHOl4s/Sk4add6RczI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V-GRwALqIZA/S220/Picture+394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180402441687327097.post-467429523990694864</id><published>2009-07-16T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T20:19:23.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, masyado ata ako KINILEG para sa isang araw. :))))</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-R9jlHOl4s/Sl8apOI2XdI/AAAAAAAAAAw/OMGsuO6JC-E/s1600-h/1_848035983l.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/_7-R9jlHOl4s/Sl8apOI2XdI/AAAAAAAAAAw/OMGsuO6JC-E/s320/1_848035983l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359031377066352082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Friendship Day.&lt;/span&gt; Wee, kala mo exciting? Ndi no. Nung huling part nlng binanatan ng sobra sobra. Gosh, mixed emotions. Natuwa, nainis, nabagot, at most importantly, NAINLOVE. Hohooo, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bumanat!&lt;/span&gt; It all started of nung umaga na ako'y nagising, at nag-effort pa akong gumising ng maaga para plantsahen ung hair ko. Sa kasamaang palad, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;epal e, lakas ng ulan. :)))&lt;/span&gt; Tas un, nag-games na ng bonggang-bongga, tas muntik ko pa malaglag ung itlog sa egg relay. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*loser much?*&lt;/span&gt; Nung sumunod ung Barkada search. SUS, grabe yun. May magaling talaga pero meron dng WALANG KWENTA. *peace!* Syempre, merong Sophomore na representatives, ang &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CHU GROUP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*Yay! Clap, clap. :)*&lt;/span&gt; And si Sam! Galing nya den, I so love her as my friend? Whutever, basta, she's so awesome. Yeah, grabe sila mukahng mga addict na nakainom ng masamang drugs. HAHA. Basta, let's get moving with the IMPORTANT PART. Grabe eto tlaga,  I never thought that this would happen, seriously.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LOVESTRUCK.&lt;/span&gt;As in, love at first sight. Nung tumututgtog na xa, gusto ko ng matunaw. NABALIW AKO, to be exact. I was screaming inside, kase baka pg sumigaw tlaga ako, baka mahalata pa ko? Blaahh blahh, pde ba un? His fingers were like my sunshine on a rainy day. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*Okay, cheesy much. xD*&lt;/span&gt; Pero, I was totally &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hyperventilating.&lt;/span&gt; Geez, so much for having him as my Romeo. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, galing ng Komenich na band! Galing ni Glays! Infairness, di na xa umiyak. Kaya, *clap clap* for them! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya ako, I will still be dreaming that one day, he gets down on his knees for ME. Haha, illusionada! :)) So what? Libre ng mangarap. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Love you Mr, Brightside. :)&lt;/span&gt; LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, to much chocolate kaya napahaba. Got nothing na. TTFN! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-- A. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9180402441687327097-467429523990694864?l=youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/467429523990694864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/07/okay-masyado-ata-ako-kinileg-para-sa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/467429523990694864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/467429523990694864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/07/okay-masyado-ata-ako-kinileg-para-sa.html' title='Okay, masyado ata ako KINILEG para sa isang araw. :))))'/><author><name>Arian :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09376013535385195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-R9jlHOl4s/Sk4add6RczI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V-GRwALqIZA/S220/Picture+394.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7-R9jlHOl4s/Sl8apOI2XdI/AAAAAAAAAAw/OMGsuO6JC-E/s72-c/1_848035983l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9180402441687327097.post-4546063895815961466</id><published>2009-07-03T19:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:12:38.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Math'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arian'/><title type='text'>A pretty normal day for me that went to writing my first blog. :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First Blog.  Freaking exciting. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Weird enough for me, this day went so fast, DANG&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I didn't even noticed the time. *laughs* It's our second day of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monthly Tests &lt;/span&gt;and I was really cramming. It all started of when I woke up at 3:30 in the morning (I think) then rushed to do my reviewing.( Loka kase, natulugan ko pa ung mga nirereview ko, epal.)  xDDD  So, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I went on with my reviewing, took a bath, dressed into my not-so-fashion-forward uniform, and ZOOM, I went to school. Before our FC began, I took some time to really sink my brain to my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MATH lessons. &lt;/span&gt;I think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;it probably was the longest subject I had reviewed and it took me more than 3 hours to review it. FYI, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm no good at MATH, I actually hate MATH. &lt;/span&gt;I'm more of an English slash memorization type of  person, I'm no calculator when it comes to school (same goes with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camille, my friend.)&lt;/span&gt;  :))) Moving on, since MATH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;was the first exam we'll take, I really had to memorize this and that. I felt really good when I finished studying, then the test came in. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dang, total mental block when it came to the back page, UGHHHH!. &lt;/span&gt;But there's nothing I can do, what's done is done. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came English, and TLE, and Values, and our last exam for the day, MAPEH. Felt really good when all the tests were finished then I took a deep sigh, a sigh of relief. Nothing really changed at school, same old. Chatting with friends, talking to everybody, gossiping, laughing, and so much more. Except for the fact that it was so HOT today, and miraculously, it rained. *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, I came home exhausted with my brain drained. I had some rest, then went straight to the PC. I checked everything, my Plurk, RL FS, RP FS, my blog, Jamlegend and such. I felt contented when I touched the PC again. *LOL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm still doing what I was doing this afternoon. I need to take a rest, I feel so exhausted, anxious and excited. I'm going to watch Transformers tomorrow, YAYYYYY! xPP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Till hereeee.   &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;--A. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9180402441687327097-4546063895815961466?l=youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/4546063895815961466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/07/pretty-normal-day-for-me-that-went-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/4546063895815961466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9180402441687327097/posts/default/4546063895815961466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemegoblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/07/pretty-normal-day-for-me-that-went-to.html' title='A pretty normal day for me that went to writing my first blog. :))'/><author><name>Arian :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09376013535385195504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7-R9jlHOl4s/Sk4add6RczI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V-GRwALqIZA/S220/Picture+394.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
