<?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-8129496577641413214</id><updated>2012-01-30T02:16:58.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ilovechocolatesbutiloveyoumore</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is like a box of chocolates- you never know what you're going to get.
~Forrest Gump

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&lt;img src=http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/115/115108xb1lp1n5uh.gif width=105 height=104 alt='myspace layouts, myspace codes, glitter graphics' border=0&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-8260280711359353178</id><published>2009-07-18T07:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T09:37:52.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For ACLC Newbies</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7e099676837abf68" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7e099676837abf68%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330177594%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1CA2E908DD7D4E86238E38F48D26E169B1DCEB61.5C5B3FAAF9B8BF818141F2DF65A682693CEAECF1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7e099676837abf68%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DX-iIa_H5jk9-9iyBstv7R6RO9qg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7e099676837abf68%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330177594%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1CA2E908DD7D4E86238E38F48D26E169B1DCEB61.5C5B3FAAF9B8BF818141F2DF65A682693CEAECF1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7e099676837abf68%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DX-iIa_H5jk9-9iyBstv7R6RO9qg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129496577641413214-8260280711359353178?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7e099676837abf68&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/8260280711359353178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=8260280711359353178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/8260280711359353178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/8260280711359353178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-aclc-newbies.html' title='For ACLC Newbies'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-3422555822344994345</id><published>2009-04-25T10:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T10:57:43.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Heinrich</title><content type='html'>This is my first time to post a picture of my half-brother (dad's side). So, this is baby Heinrich or Heinz as they call him. I'm not so sure if I am happy or sad when the time comes for me to meet him when I get to Canada. So, there! He's turning 9 months old on April 27.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/SfJ7zxIDayI/AAAAAAAAA0o/5EyUKVUVimQ/s1600-h/heinrich+and+papa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328457438423378722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/SfJ7zxIDayI/AAAAAAAAA0o/5EyUKVUVimQ/s400/heinrich+and+papa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/SfJ7ztwqGFI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Dhh1urxtwzc/s1600-h/heinrich.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328457437519943762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/SfJ7ztwqGFI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Dhh1urxtwzc/s400/heinrich.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/8129496577641413214-3422555822344994345?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/3422555822344994345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=3422555822344994345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/3422555822344994345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/3422555822344994345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-my-first-time-to-post-picture.html' title='Baby Heinrich'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/SfJ7zxIDayI/AAAAAAAAA0o/5EyUKVUVimQ/s72-c/heinrich+and+papa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-7070281910652937759</id><published>2009-02-15T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T00:38:56.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A V-Day Blog Entry</title><content type='html'>It's been a looooooooooong time since I last blogged. Anyway, I had a movie date with my roomies Kat and Grace. We watched Marley and Me. The movie which made me cry really hard. It was a really good movie. Actually...one of the best movies I watched so far! I plan on buying the book. Hmm, that's it. Watch it, guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129496577641413214-7070281910652937759?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/7070281910652937759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=7070281910652937759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/7070281910652937759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/7070281910652937759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2009/02/v-day-blog-entry.html' title='A V-Day Blog Entry'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-4404939791612239732</id><published>2008-09-27T13:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T13:16:25.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Je suis très heureux, but at the same time, triste. Okay, forgive me. I miss speaking in French. I'm not even sure if that particular French phrase is gramatically correct. What I mean about that is "I am very happy but at the same time, sad." I've been thinking of the right words to say/type but------sigh. My thoughts are very disorganized. I guess I'll just type in whatever comes into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I am not just happy for the ateneo for being this season's champion in the UAAP Men's Basketball, I am more than happy that I can't find the perfect term to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I surely am very proud of Ateneo and the team. Good job, guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I guess I am truly blessed to be in the right school at the right time. Rapsa Atenista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I am sad, though, because this is Chris and Yuri's last year in the Ateneo. Yuri is so friendly. Too bad, I paid too much attention to Jai and Chris and forgot about the other players of the team. I feel so guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jai never fails to make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I have read a lot of stuff that I could not forget like "It ends in Game Tiu", "Wow! Baclao!", "gRABEH na TIU!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Paying Php600 for an upper box b ticket is really worth it. I am so glad I was there in Araneta during the championship. Oh! And cutting Accounting class is also worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I am really, really happy that this is not Jai's last year. I will be able to see him again next year. :) Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Spongecola's Puso is really, really nice. Watch the video of it. I like it because of the song and well, because Jai's a part of that video. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Matalo kung matalo&lt;br /&gt;Huwag ka sanang&lt;br /&gt;Magkakamaling&lt;br /&gt;Sumuko na lang&lt;br /&gt;Woah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-We did not lose, though. Haha. Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Kumaripas ka na&lt;br /&gt;Humanda ka na sa&lt;br /&gt;Paglipad&lt;br /&gt;Pakpak nati'y&lt;br /&gt;Ilalantad&lt;br /&gt;Woah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-Blue eagle na blue eagle ang dating :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Ang puso&lt;br /&gt;Iaalay&lt;br /&gt;Sa laban&lt;br /&gt;Kapalit ay tagumpay"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-The team really worked hard for it and true enough nakamit natin ang tagumpay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-Let us thank the Lord for the victory. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-One Big Celebration after a One Big Fight! See you guys at the bonfire! :)&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/8129496577641413214-4404939791612239732?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/4404939791612239732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=4404939791612239732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/4404939791612239732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/4404939791612239732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2008/09/mixed-emotions.html' title='Mixed Emotions'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-6160225379748871979</id><published>2008-09-18T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T22:57:14.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justine's Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/SNJr_z-L_sI/AAAAAAAAAzY/8ucjG3NOKgM/s1600-h/Untitled+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247375259867020994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/SNJr_z-L_sI/AAAAAAAAAzY/8ucjG3NOKgM/s400/Untitled+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since it's Justine's holiday tomorrow, I got too lazy to do anything related to school. Since I don't have any class tomorrow, I decided to rent 5 movies to watch and bought a Java Chip frap. And since I got too bored after watching one movie, I decided to do some photoshopping. And that's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I wanted to watch a free musical play in Alabang tonight but I don't know how to get there by myself since my roommate can't come with me....and so I stayed at our dorm. Okay! Gotta do my english paper now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justine's holiday: I've got two classes for tomorrow (Com11 and Eng12) and both are free cut. :) yay for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129496577641413214-6160225379748871979?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/6160225379748871979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=6160225379748871979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/6160225379748871979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/6160225379748871979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2008/09/justines-holiday.html' title='Justine&apos;s Holiday'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/SNJr_z-L_sI/AAAAAAAAAzY/8ucjG3NOKgM/s72-c/Untitled+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-7846677937600976040</id><published>2008-09-15T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T18:44:05.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Everyone Who Loves Chris: This Blog Entry Is For Tiu</title><content type='html'>I didn't actually write a blog entry for or about Chris Tiu but I just copied and pasted these stuff  I have read in the internet and I just want to share it with you guys. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding the Tiu-Tiu train By Bianca Consunji&lt;br /&gt;Philippine Daily Inquirer&lt;br /&gt;Last updated 21:45:00 09/07/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(INQUIRER.net apologizes to the Ateneo Sports Shooters for a photo that appeared on this page that INQUIRER.net had not known to be its property. INQUIRER.net received the photo from the Philippine Daily Inquirer without any instructions or note that it was owned by the group or any of its member photographers. The way the photo appeared only conformed to the specifications of this page’s print version on page D1, 2bU! section of the Philippine Daily Inquirer last September 6. We have removed the photo to respect the group and the member photographers’ copyright of the image. Again, our apologies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANILA, Philippines—Right now, one of the most frequently photographed spots in the Ateneo de Manila University is probably in Gate 1, right by the Blue Eagle Gym. There, larger-than-life standees of the entire Ateneo seniors basketball team hover over pedestrians and motorists, orange basketballs perched on their fingers.&lt;br /&gt;However, more often than not, people stop to pose with only one standee: Chris Tiu’s, to be specific. The 23-year-old cager single-handedly raised female basketball fandom to strange heights, and advertisers know it. After all, it’s his chinito mug that’s selling thousands of Adidas jerseys (plus shampoo and skincare, among others) across the country. And don’t forget the TV shows.&lt;br /&gt;While basketball has always been a popular sport in the Philippines, even the most prolific players in the past couple of decades will be hard-pressed to match Tiu’s popularity. It’s partly because Tiu has become the epitome of the so-called “perfect guy.” Ask any bubbly teenager what she likes about Chris Tiu, and chances are she’ll gush, “He’s good-looking! And smart! And nice! And wealthy!”&lt;br /&gt;The more cynical will remark, “He’s too perfect, so there’s probably a catch somewhere.” However, aside him from already being in a relationship (much to the dismay of thousands of girls), it’s hard for fans and detractors alike to pinpoint any visible faults. He isn’t gay, he doesn’t have a secret violent streak, and he doesn’t spend his off-court hours dealing with shady characters. So, what’s the flaw?&lt;br /&gt;From the way I see it, he was born with a flaw that was magnified the moment he stepped on the court and achieved superstar status. It’s his name. Every single shrieking female Chris Tiu fan has, at one time or another, used his name as a pun. It’s an epidemic that no one case escape—a religion, almost. Some call it the “Iglesia Ni Chris Tiu.” Others choose to call themselves Christiuans, followers of “Christiuanity.”&lt;br /&gt;Some girls even have an anthem, sung to the tune of “You and Me” by Lifehouse. It goes, “Chris Tiu and me, and all other people…” It probably won’t make it to the Top 10 hits, but teenage girls are singing it, anyway (and consequently driving their boyfriends nuts). In Ateneo, shirts with “Today is Tiu’s day” emblazoned across the front sell like hotcakes.&lt;br /&gt;Scary&lt;br /&gt;The scary thing is that it isn’t just the fans who effortlessly come up with corny puns. When I first wrote about the Chris Tiu phenomenon on my blog, dozens of people just had to put in their own bits of wordplay. My own boyfriend, for instance, said that Chris Tiu probably sinks all those great three-pointers because he wears great “rubber Tius.”&lt;br /&gt;The madness isn’t limited to Ateneo, either. After watching UP experience a crushing defeat at the hands of Ateneo, some friends said, “Tiu-gi na ‘yung chances natin para makabawi sa UAAP, nadaan sa Tiu-nami.” Others pretended to be better, saying, “Tiu-mamba lang ‘yung Ateneo.” Rabid fans think that he’s a Tiu-perman of some sort, egging him to “Tiu-t that ball!”&lt;br /&gt;It’s an epidemic that almost makes me want to hide under a rock until the end of the UAAP season; who knew that Filipinos could be so corny? Personally, I think it’s time to “es-Tiu” this madness.&lt;br /&gt;Corniness aside, Chris Tiu has become a god of some sort not just in Ateneo, but all around the country. It’s been a while since women have had a good-looking basketball player to fawn over (half of them look like they’ve been beaten with a heavy wooden club), so the levels of adulation are getting quite crazy, especially since Ateneo looks like it’s headed for the UAAP crown. Online forum threads are dedicated to him, and whenever he posts an entry on his blog, hundreds of people leave comments in a matter of hours.&lt;br /&gt;It’s quite amusing to step back and watch the hordes of women go nuts about a single basketball player. Maybe it’s because his sister is a good friend, and it would be weird to gush about her baby brother. Maybe it’s because I never really understood the UAAP hype, since I studied in UP, where our “UP Frightened Maroons” have consistently placed in the lower ranks. But in any case, it’s fun to play around, thinking of puns for Tiu’s name.&lt;br /&gt;Food for thought. Tiu on that for the meantime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napakapogi ni Chris Tiu  sa poster ng Adidas kung saan naka-uniporme si Chris ng #17 ng Ateneo Blue Eagles basketball team.Malapit nang matapos ang UAAP at number 1 pa rin ang Ateneo Blue Eagles.Nagte-taping pa rin si Chris para sa Ripley’s Believe It Or Not (Lunes nang gabi, GMA 7) at Pinoy Records (Sabado, pagkatapos ng Wish Ko Lang sa GMA 7).Kahit late na umeere sa telebisyon ang Ripley’s ay mataas pa rin ang ratings nito at pinapanood dahil very educational.Kahit alam ng marami na may girlfriend na si Chris Tiu ay marami pa rin itong female fans.Paanong hindi ka raw mai-in love dito ay guwapo ito, mabait, matalino at wealthy.Hindi siya nabalitaang nasa grupo ng crooks or addicts. Very conservative at down to earth si Chris. Hindi mayabang.‘Yun Na !Talaga palang inalok siyang tumakbong Vice Mayor sa QC under Congresswoman Susano pero tinanggihan niya. Hindi niya inaambisyong pasukin ang pulitika. Tama na raw ‘yung ginagawa niya ngayon.Samantala, ang pambansang kamao ay magte-taping ng ilang episodes ng Pinoy Records bago siya umalis papuntang Amerika bilang preparasyon sa laban nila ni Oscar de la Hoya sa Disyembre 6 sa MGM Hotel sa Las Vegas, Nevada.Bibigyan siya ng send-off ng SOP sa Linggo kung saan isa siya sa guest co-hosts sa araw na iyon.***-abante-tonite.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in addition to Consunji's article, here are some words/phrases/sentences I have read that involves the name of Tiu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We're proud to be aTIUnistas!&lt;br /&gt;2. Win or lose it's the school we TIUs!&lt;br /&gt;3. TIUperman saves the day!&lt;br /&gt;4. chemTIUn na kami!&lt;br /&gt;5. We love seventeen, don't TIU?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129496577641413214-7846677937600976040?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/7846677937600976040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=7846677937600976040' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/7846677937600976040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/7846677937600976040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-everyone-who-loves-chris-this-blog.html' title='To Everyone Who Loves Chris: This Blog Entry Is For Tiu'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-1319734913533619114</id><published>2008-03-29T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T23:20:22.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exactly A Year Ago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Joyeux anniversaire, little cousin Martin! Oh my! My little cousin is already seven years old. Who would have thought that God will let us have him for seven years and I pray we'll have him for sooooooo many more years to come. He is a premature baby and when he was born, the doctors were not sure whether he will survive or not. I think he was only 6 months and 2 weeks old in his mother's womb and then his mother gave birth to him already. He celebrated his birthday twice but today is his real birthday. The first celebration was at KFC Dagupan last March 19.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Justine Bianan, Ronellyn, and Karlo went to our house and celebrated Martin's birthday with us. After eating, we went to our old school and attented the HS '08 graduation. Wow! I didn't notice I survived a year in college. Exactly a year ago, we were there in our school's gym, wearing our caps and gowns, assembled to march, to receive our diplomas/medals/awards, to bid goodbye to our friends/barkadas/batchmates/teachers, and to prepare ourselves for college. When we arrived in our old school, I felt an extraordinary kind of joy, a joy I can't exactly explain how it really felt like. All I know is that it felt so good. Especially when I saw a few of my HS batchmates, those people who made my HS life sooooo memorable. It was just like the good--oh wait!---great old days, when we were sharing "cheese" and "kornikles", when we were copying homeworks (especially in math), when we were giving and calling our teachers a different name behind their backs (ssh!), patiently waiting or more like stalking our crushes, and when we were just hanging out and enjoying each other's company. Sigh! How I miss those times but oh well! I'm trying to get used to my new life now. And it was nice to spend time with them even if we only get the chance every vacation and not everyday. We laughed a lot today, took a lot of pictures, smiled a lot, and hugged a lot, too! We may not be the seniors of our school already and some may have forgetten us but I know that we somehow contributed/left something in our old school which will make our alma mater be proud of us. Our batch is already a part of history. Only a red book which we call the "roots", stuck in a corner in our library, will remind the future students of our old school that we became a part of ES. I miss my teachers, the guard, the canteen staff, my friends/classmates/batchmates and other people I met in my old school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh and I miss Karlo, too! Not Karlo my boyfriend but Karlo when he was still my fried chicken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(Butch Miayo (3/30/2008 12:12:37 AM): sama mo kami ni simon sa blog mo ahh....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129496577641413214-1319734913533619114?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/1319734913533619114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=1319734913533619114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/1319734913533619114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/1319734913533619114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2008/03/exactly-year-ago.html' title='Exactly A Year Ago...'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-4263074096083158838</id><published>2008-03-22T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T22:38:12.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kumusta Naman Daw Ako Ngayong Holy Week?</title><content type='html'>Una sa lahat, tinamad akong mag-aral para sa Finals Week. Paano naman kasi, nasa vacation mode na ako tapos biglang magkakaroon ng Finals? Wala akong ginawa ngayong Holy Week kundi makipaglaro sa aking mga pinsan. Medyo sumagot lang naman ako ng problems galing sa sample test na ibinigay ni Sir Durwin Santos. Naku. Kumusta kaya ang magiging grade ko lalo na sa math at chem? Bahala na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayong Holy Week, nagkaroon na rin ako ng time para pag-isipang mabuti kung kumusta na ang lagay ng relasyon ko sa iba't ibang taong mahal ko. Napag-alaman kong hindi ko na nga talaga naaalagaan ang mga ito. Naramdaman ko ngayong bakasyon na sobrang namiss ako ng pamilya ko, lalo na si papa. Okay. Tanggap ko na na meron na siyang anak. Namiss din ako ng mga pinsan ko sapagkat sobrang saya nila nung dumating ako at gusto na agad makipaglaro sa akin. Gusto na nga rin tumabi sa akin sa pagtulog samantalang noon ay ayaw akong tabihan. Namiss din ako ng mga ibang kaibigan ko sa high school. Kahit magkakalayo kami, hindi nila ako nakalimutan at sabik silang makipagkita at makipagtelebabad sa akin. Well, hindi pala lahat. Masakit lang para sa akin na ayaw nang makipagkita sa akin ng bestfriend ko. May sinabi naman siyang rason ngunit---ahh basta. Alam ko magkalayo kami sapagkat sa Baguio siya nag-aaral at sa Manila ako. Bihira mag-usap at sobrang busy pero kung gusto pa rin naming maging magbestfriend may paraan, kung ayaw eh di maraming dahilan. Ahh...tama na. Nasaktan na ako ng maraming beses. Oo. Yug naramdaman ko ay parang nakipag-break sa boyfriend. Sinabi kong siguro kasi hindi ko pa naman naranasang makipagbreak at siyempre ayokong masubukan makipagbreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay Karlo naman, okay lang naman. Siyempre kailangan laging sumunod sa parents niya kung kelan kami puwedeng lumabas. Parang ako nga yung lalaki eh kasi mas ako yung pinapayagang lumabas with him. Haha. Niloloko ko nga siya kasi parang siya tuloy ang gf ko. Nyek. Once lang kami lumabas this Holy Week, sa mall lang kami. Ayaw niya kasi pumunta ng beach eh niyayaya ko siya. Twice ako napaiyak ni Karlo sa isang araw ngayong Holy Week. Una, kanina habang kumakain kami ng ice cream sa mall, nagsulat siya ng isang poem for me, nakakatawa yung mejo first part...pero ewan kung bakit at napaiyak na lang ako sa last part. Siguro kasi ang galing niya magsulat, nagawa lang niya yung poem within 10 minutes or siguro dahil naiyak ako sa tawa or baka naman mahal ko lang talaga siya kaya ako napaiyak? Ha. Ang labo ko. Gusto niyo ba mabasa yung poem na ginawa niya? Haha. Sige, share ko:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer oh it's so hot,&lt;br /&gt;Like we're inside a boiling pot.&lt;br /&gt;But with you, the heat I can bear.&lt;br /&gt;Especially if I tossle your hair.&lt;br /&gt;Eating ice cream and pizza with you,&lt;br /&gt;What a joy to do.&lt;br /&gt;Even if I am holding the umbrella,&lt;br /&gt;It's okay, you are my little Cinderella.&lt;br /&gt;I love it when we went to church together,&lt;br /&gt;And you said I resemble my sister and mother.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go to the beach today,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some other day?&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much Justine,&lt;br /&gt;To smell your hair with the scent of Pantene.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much my wife,&lt;br /&gt;You are the cream of my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Oh yun. Yung next na napaiyak niya ako dahil nakita ko yung scrapbook na gawa niya. It's not for me. He made it for a project. And naiyak na naman ako. Oo na. Iyakin ako. Para sa mga taong kilala talaga ako, alam na nila yun. Bakit ako naiyak? Uhm, may mga narealize lang kasi ako habang tinitignan ko yung scrapbook niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, masaya rin ako ngayong Holy Week kasi nakakain na rin ako ng masarap na luto ni tita at atsi Cion. Yay. Sa wakas, hindi na food from KFC, Mcdo, Shakey's o kahit ano pang kainan sa Katipunan. Nakakain na ako ng gulay at bangus. Yay. Ang sarap kaya ng bangus dito[Bonuan/Dagupan]. Namiss ko yun nang sobra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayy, oh yun lang. Ang dami ko nang sinabi. Balik pa ako Manila bukas at may exam pa ako sa Monday at Tuesday. Rawr. Bahala na. Mamimiss ko buhay ko rito. Ano ba yan.. Magsesecond year na ko, hindi pa ako sanay sa buhay dorm at buhay sa univ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129496577641413214-4263074096083158838?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/4263074096083158838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=4263074096083158838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/4263074096083158838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/4263074096083158838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2008/03/kumusta-naman-daw-ako-ngayong-holy-week.html' title='Kumusta Naman Daw Ako Ngayong Holy Week?'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-6610941375682383412</id><published>2008-01-02T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T21:37:33.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seventeen Years And Six Months Down, Six More Months To Go</title><content type='html'>Okay. I am only six months away from being an adult! Whopee! I used to hate birthdays because it reminds me of all my responsibilities as I grow older. And yeah! I used to hate growing up. It only means I am not that little girl anymore who may not care a thing in the world she's living in. Maybe now you're asking why I am excited on my birthday. Well, it is because I can sense more freedom from everything though I know that a lot of responsibilities come with it, too. I will be able to make decisions on my own most of the time. Though I will be more independent, I know that I still can not live on my own. I still have to depend on my family, especially my papa, to support me. So, somehow, I am like---in between. Sure, my age will be just right for an adult but I might still think and act like a sixteen-year-old teenage girl. So, if I want to have the best life on my 18th year on earth, I must not only grow old but also grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yeah! Karlo and I will celebrate our anniversary at the same day as my birthday. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129496577641413214-6610941375682383412?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/6610941375682383412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=6610941375682383412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/6610941375682383412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/6610941375682383412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2008/01/seventeen-years-and-six-months-down-six.html' title='Seventeen Years And Six Months Down, Six More Months To Go'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-4925528640774154448</id><published>2007-12-31T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T20:56:57.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Appropriate Poem For The New Year</title><content type='html'>I got this from &lt;a href="http://www.inspirationpeak.com/cgi-bin/poetry.cgi?record=10"&gt;http://www.inspirationpeak.com/cgi-bin/poetry.cgi?record=10&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These Are My Wishes For You&lt;br /&gt;Sandra Sturtz Hauss &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you find serenity and tranquility in a world you may not always understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the pain you have known and the conflict you have experienced give you the strength to walk through life facing each new situation with courage and optimism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always know that there are those whose love and understanding will always be there, even when you feel most alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May a kind word, a reassuring touch, and a warm smile be yours every day of your life, and may you give these gifts as well as receive them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the teachings of those you admire become part of you, so that you may call upon them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, those whose lives you have touched and who have touched yours are always a part of you, even if the encounters were less than you would have wished. It is the content of the encounter that is more important than its form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you not become too concerned with material matters, but instead place immeasurable value on the goodness in your heart. Find time in each day to see beauty and love in the world around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realize that what you feel you lack in one regard you may be more than compensated for in another. What you feel you lack in the present may become one of your strengths in the future. May you see your future as one filled with promise and possibility. Learn to view everything as a worthwhile experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you find enough inner strength to determine your own worth by yourself, and not be dependent on another's judgment of your accomplishments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you always feel loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129496577641413214-4925528640774154448?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/4925528640774154448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=4925528640774154448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/4925528640774154448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/4925528640774154448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/12/appropriate-poem-for-new-year.html' title='An Appropriate Poem For The New Year'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-5223280962397898025</id><published>2007-12-31T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T22:58:21.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is the day that will end the year 2007. This year will finally say goodbye but where shall it go? Does a year die and journey to a next life just like humans? Or does it just stay in our memories forever? This year has been a year of goodbyes for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This is the year I said goodbye to my high school life. I graduated from high school last March.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This is the year I said goodbye to the high school friends, classmates, and batchmates I shared my happiness and sadness with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This is the year I said goodbye to my high school teachers who imparted a lot of knowledge and wisdom I needed to survive life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This is the year I said goodbye to my alma mater where I spent 9 years of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is the year I said goodbye to my family as I leave for Katipunan to study in college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This is the year I said goodbye to Dagupan and Calasiao where I grew up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This is the year I said goodbye to curfews, household chores, and parental supervision. (haha. Well, not really.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This is the year I said goodbye to singlehood and finally gave my heart to a "fried chicken".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;With all these goodbyes came all the hellos, too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This is the year I said hello to my college life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This is the year I said hello to new friends in college where some of them already hold a special place in my heart. I won't mention their names because they already know who they are. =D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This is the year I said hello to new professors who will make my college experience hard but fruitful in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This is the year I said hello to my new school and new home (hopefully) for the next four years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This is the year I said hello to my roommates and orgmates whom I consider as my new family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This is the year I said hello to my dorm where I will live while studying in the Ateneo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This is the year I said hello to more freedom and less parental supervision. (haha. But then again, not really.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This is the year I said hello to a relationship that I pray will last for a lifetime if not forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I spent this last day of the year with my Karlo. I'll miss him so much. He will go back to Baguio this January 2 because their classes will resume the next day. This christmas break, we almost saw each other every other day. We went out last December 24, 26, 28 and 31. I so much miss him. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Geez, classes start on January 7. Argh! Back to school, back to hell! Goodbye comfy outfits and hello dress code!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Blessings I received this year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;January - I passed almost all the college entrance tests I took except for UP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;February - He tied my shoelaces. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;He danced with me in our last prom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;March - I graduated from high school (is that really a blessing?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I received the "perfect attendance" award during graduation. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;April - We became closer friends even if he already knew about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Precious moments were spent with my high school classmates and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;May - Just like in April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I started to meet potential friends through the net and some of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;became my blockmates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;June - My college life started. (Is this really considered a blessing? Oh well!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;July - I celebrated my 17th birthday and I gave my heart to Karlo (cheesy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;mushy? corny? Who cares? =P haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anna and I went to Baguio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;August - I love chocolates! M&amp;amp;Ms, kisses, toblerones, twix, cadbury...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;September - Hmm, can't think of something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;October - My first sembreak! Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;November - Hmm, I can't also think of something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;December - My first christmas as a college student and with my Karlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Unfortunately, this is the first christmas I didn't feel the christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;spirit at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Have a super happy new year. I hope that 2008 has a lot of good surprises in store for all of us! Enjoy the last day of 2007 and the first day of 2008! Start the year with a prayer! God bless us all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129496577641413214-5223280962397898025?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/5223280962397898025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=5223280962397898025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/5223280962397898025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/5223280962397898025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/12/goodbyes.html' title='Goodbyes'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-5642091125844877222</id><published>2007-12-27T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T20:53:03.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Super Sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...why can't chocolates or choco oreo donuts make me happy?&lt;br /&gt;...why did Baguio seem different today?&lt;br /&gt;...why can't I just forget about that girl who wants to steal my Karlo?&lt;br /&gt;...why do I have to go back to Manila?&lt;br /&gt;...why does this holiday season has to end?&lt;br /&gt;...why am I still not used to college life?&lt;br /&gt;...please take me back to high school!&lt;br /&gt;...why can't I have super high grades?&lt;br /&gt;...or why am I just not contented with the passing or so-so grades?&lt;br /&gt;...why am I missing &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; so much?&lt;br /&gt;...please tell me something comforting!&lt;br /&gt;...why didn't I feel the Christmas spirit this year?&lt;br /&gt;...why does this Christmas break has to end soooo soon?&lt;br /&gt;...why can't I just live my life the way I want it to?&lt;br /&gt;...why can't time just fly so fast and make me graduate already!&lt;br /&gt;...I hate EMOs!&lt;br /&gt;...but why do I feel like one?&lt;br /&gt;...at one point in my life, I wanted this so therefore I do not have the right to complain in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;...stupid me!&lt;br /&gt;...I just want to shout at you "R"rrrr!&lt;br /&gt;...just PLEASE! get lost!&lt;br /&gt;...can someone just please cheer me up?&lt;br /&gt;...it will be my hell week when I get back to the university.&lt;br /&gt;...I'm gonna miss my blockmate, Michi. [take care!]&lt;br /&gt;...happy birthday, dear papa! i love you!&lt;br /&gt;...I'm not that li'l girl who used to be problem-free!&lt;br /&gt;...I will turn 18 in about seven months.&lt;br /&gt;...oh! how wish to go back to my childhood days and just think about dolls and cotton candies!&lt;br /&gt;...life was sweeter back then.&lt;br /&gt;...my life is really complicated right now.&lt;br /&gt;...I don't even know why I'm taking up this course.&lt;br /&gt;...not knowing where to end up in the future.&lt;br /&gt;...kept on telling myself, "I can find a job anywhere." 'coz that's what the upperclassmen and alumni told me.&lt;br /&gt;...it is a minute before nine o'clock in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;...bonsoir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129496577641413214-5642091125844877222?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/5642091125844877222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=5642091125844877222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/5642091125844877222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/5642091125844877222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-super-sad.html' title='I Am Super Sad'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-3506659596890865074</id><published>2007-12-25T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T12:38:38.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas Blog Entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It has been exactly a month since I last made an entry for my blog. Well, I had been so busy with school work and this is the only free time I have. Yesterday, Karlo fetch me at our house and brought me to their house together with Vinizza, Gabby, and Sev. We ate our lunch there. I also met one of Karlo's blockmates. Hmm, as always time flies soooo fast whenever I'm with him. &lt;em&gt;Parang lagi na lang bitin&lt;/em&gt;. It's like I just started hanging out with him then it's time to go back home again. &lt;em&gt;Hayy&lt;/em&gt;, long distance relationship is really hard. &lt;em&gt;Parang ayoko na nga umuwi kahapon, tapos&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;nag&lt;/em&gt;comment &lt;em&gt;si&lt;/em&gt; Sev...&lt;em&gt;sabi niya "Ano ba yan! Parang adik ka na sa kanya&lt;/em&gt;!" I just igonred it. I mean, we don't always get to see each other. &lt;em&gt;Kaya&lt;/em&gt; when I get the chance to spend time with him, &lt;em&gt;sinusulit ko talaga&lt;/em&gt;. I do not think that is considered being addicted to a person. An example that I could think of when you say &lt;em&gt;"adik sa isang tao"&lt;/em&gt; is when everyday &lt;em&gt;na nga kayo magkasama&lt;/em&gt;, every day &lt;em&gt;pa kayo&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;magka&lt;/em&gt;text and &lt;em&gt;parang&lt;/em&gt; one minute &lt;em&gt;lang kayo hindi magkita, nababaliw ka na. &lt;/em&gt;That, for me, is being addicted to a person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at around three in the afternoon, Karlo brought me back to our house. My &lt;em&gt;tita, tito&lt;/em&gt;, cousins and I went to Quesban to celebrate our christmas there. My &lt;em&gt;tita, tito&lt;/em&gt; and I also visited lolo Hilario, my &lt;em&gt;tito's lolo&lt;/em&gt;, in the hospital. Even if &lt;em&gt;lolo&lt;/em&gt; Hilario is not related to me, I cried when I saw him. He was really weak and he can't celebrate Christmas in their home even if he wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope that all of you had a wonderful Christmas this year. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129496577641413214-3506659596890865074?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/3506659596890865074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=3506659596890865074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/3506659596890865074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/3506659596890865074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-christmas-blog-entry.html' title='My Christmas Blog Entry'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-6623012207553254488</id><published>2007-11-25T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T14:03:20.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Happily Ever After</title><content type='html'>For the past week, Karlo and I have not been in good terms. Admittedly, we often fight over small things. I guess it is a normal thing for couples but I am so tired of crying. I am so tired of all the pain which are brought by these frequent quarrels. Though we immediately fix things between us, everything still seems wrong. All of these made me come to the point of thinking about leaving him. Depression has somewhat become my bestfriend for the past week. Nothing---not even chocolate bars or choco oreo donuts can make me happy. I have become so depressed that I disregarded the thought of a "happily-ever-after", thinking that it is just some silly thing Walt Disney came up with---until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace, Anna and I watched the movie Enchanted. It was because of the movie which reminded me of all the beautiful things love has to offer. Though love offers joy, it also comes with pain and hurtful moments at times. It's a package deal, y'know! Love = joy + pain. You can not fall in love and only feel joy and happiness and throw pain in the trash bin. Sorry but love does not work that way. Anyway, it is about a princess [well, not actually] named Giselle who is somewhat teleported to New York. She met Robert who took care of her. Giselle's supposedly prince charming followed her to New York to bring her back to Andalasia [where they came from] and marry her. Prince Charming's mother, the witch, ruined everything when she herself followed them to New York. Robert, a man from the real world, who does not believes in happily-ever-afters and other fairy tale stuff, fell in love with Giselle while Robert's ex-fiancee married Prince Charming in Andalasia. In the end, everyone lived happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of the scenes and quotes/lines from the movie made me think about my relationship with Karlo. I know that I had taken him for granted so maaaany times and I feel so guilty about it. I now realized how important Karlo is to me. I know that he loves me so much but I often ignore his feelings. If I want to have a "happily-ever-after", it is all up to me and Karlo [us] to make it happen. Karlo may have done something wrong but I have my own shortcomings, too! I guess it is unfair if I just constantly blame everything to him. So now, I would like to say sorry for everything I have done to you, Karlo. I know I have caused you pain and made you cry for the past week and I really, really regret it. I love you so much. I don't know if you believe me but I do still love you. I hope we will have our own happily ever after in the end. [emo ba?sorry.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is the lyrics of the song "That's How You Know" by Amy Adams. This song is my favorite song from the movie along with all the other songs included in the movie's soundtrack. Watch Enchanted and I promise no one will get disappointed. Enchanted is now one of my favorite movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics of the song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giselle: How does she know you love her?&lt;br /&gt;How does she know she's yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: How does she know that you love her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giselle:How do you show her you love her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both: How does she know that you really, really, truely love her?&lt;br /&gt;How does she know that you love her? How do you show her you love her?&lt;br /&gt;How does she know that you really, really, truely love her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giselle:It's not enough to take the one you love for granted&lt;br /&gt;You must remind her, or she'll be inclined to say...&lt;br /&gt;"How do I know he loves me?"&lt;br /&gt;(How does she know that you love her? How do you show her you love her?)&lt;br /&gt;"How do I know he's mine?"&lt;br /&gt;(How does she know that you really, really, truely love her?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well does he leave a little note to tell you you are on his mind?&lt;br /&gt;Send you yellow flowers when the sky is grey? Heyy!&lt;br /&gt;He'll find a new way to show you, a little bit everyday&lt;br /&gt;That's how you know, that's how you know!&lt;br /&gt;He's your love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: You've got to show her you need her&lt;br /&gt;Don't treat her like a mind reader&lt;br /&gt;Each day do something to need her&lt;br /&gt;To believe you love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giselle:Everybody wants to live happily ever after&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to know their true love is true...&lt;br /&gt;How do you know he loves you?&lt;br /&gt;(How does she know that you love her? How do you show her you need her?)&lt;br /&gt;How do you know he's yours?&lt;br /&gt;(How does she know that you really, really, truely-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well does he take you out dancin' just so he can hold you close?&lt;br /&gt;Dedicate a song with words in&lt;br /&gt;Just for you? Ohhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All:He'll find his own way to tell you&lt;br /&gt;With the little things he'll do&lt;br /&gt;That's how you know That's how you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giselle:He's your love He's your love...&lt;br /&gt;That's how you know (la la la la la la la la)&lt;br /&gt;He loves you (la la la la la la la la)&lt;br /&gt;That's how you know (la la la la la la la la)&lt;br /&gt;t's true(la la la la la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because he'll wear your favorite color&lt;br /&gt;Just so he can match your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Rent a private picnic&lt;br /&gt;By the fires glow-oohh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All:His heart will be yours forever&lt;br /&gt;Something everyday will show&lt;br /&gt;That's how you know (That's how you know)&lt;br /&gt;That's how you know (That's how you know)&lt;br /&gt;That's how you know (That's how you know)&lt;br /&gt;That's how you know (That's how you know)&lt;br /&gt;That's how you know (That's how you know)&lt;br /&gt;That's how you know (That's how you know)&lt;br /&gt;That's how you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giselle:He's your love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: That's how she knows that you love her&lt;br /&gt;That's how you show her you love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giselle:That's how you know...That's how you know... He's your love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129496577641413214-6623012207553254488?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/6623012207553254488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=6623012207553254488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/6623012207553254488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/6623012207553254488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/11/happily-ever-after.html' title='A Happily Ever After'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-501055400922648517</id><published>2007-11-06T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T10:27:49.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Firsts?</title><content type='html'>Last November 2, my KFC and I went out for the last time before going back to our old lives. That was the first time we spent our monthsary together, the first time we ate lunch in a place more special than Mcdo, the first time he gave me a letter and a lot more. He gave me letters before but this time it's different because he used a colored pen and paper. He usually just e-mails me his letters. This is the greatest gift that Kaloi gave me so far. I love it because this is the first creative gift of Kaloi. He presented the letter in a creative way and he called it the "bomb". I really miss him. As much as I want to share every detail that happened that day, I decided not to. All I can say is... I really had fun. I just love him so much. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129496577641413214-501055400922648517?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/501055400922648517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=501055400922648517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/501055400922648517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/501055400922648517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/11/firsts.html' title='Firsts?'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-6368584815821457621</id><published>2007-10-24T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T20:28:59.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhm----Iyakan Na?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;klanglahigfoangbml vbasokhtioyrtionsvlk dnsklzngoaiushgioasnmglkasngoashetuhnwklgv sadklfjaowie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko na! Ayoko na! Hindi ko kilala sarili ko! Hindi ko na kilala mga tao sa paligid ko. I just want to breakdown na lang at umiyak. Akala ko ba masaya ang sembreak? Bakit tumutulo luha ko? Panahon na naman ng pag-iyak. Tuwing sembreak na nga lang kami magkikita, halos hindi pa payagan lumabas. Hindi na naman kami pasaway ah. Alam naman nila lahat ng ginagawa namin pero bakit wala pa rin yung full trust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo na! Ugaw-ugaw nga ako eh. Ang kulit kulit ko. Isip-bata, ganyan! Ang sad. Love mo nga ko diba? Ewan. I'm sorry for not acting like I should be. I am aware that I do not act like a seventeen-year-old person. I don't know. I'm stupid siguro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hays, I just want to be with you. Sorry ha? Ang hirap kasi. Gusto lang naman kita makita at makasama kapag pareho tayong nasa Dagupan. Super layo ko kasi. Super bihira ka pang makasama. Hindi ko kasi alam gagawin ko. Loneliness. Ewan ko. Mahirap pero gusto ko. Gusto ko kasi love kita. Mas lalo ako nagmumukhang makulit &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[at sabik na makita ka?]&lt;/span&gt; dahil lagi kita pinipilit na lumabas. Sorry pero yun na nga lang nagpapasaya sa akin eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala naman kasing nakakaintindi sa sitwasyon ko. Ayoko magreklamo pero parang ganun na nga nangyayari. Ayoko magreklamo kasi it's my choice rin naman na mag-aral sa admu na super layo sa pamilya, mga kaibigan at sa iyo. Kaya kapag nahohomesick ako, bakit ako magrereklamo? Kapag may sakit ako at walang mag-aalaga sa akin, bakit ako magrereklamo? Kapag malungkot ako at walang magpapasaya sa akin, bakit ako magrereklamo? Kapag namimiss kita at gustong makasama ngunit hindi maaari, bakit ako magrereklamo? Choice ko nga ito eh. Pero hindi ko naman maitago yung kalungkutan ko. Marami akong gustong gawin pero hindi naman pwede. Posible pero hindi pwede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko na ngang mangulit. Andami kong gusto sabihin pero huwag na lang. Baka may masabi pa akong mali at pagsisihan ko din sa huli. Ang eng*t-eng*t ko talaga. Err! Naiinis na ko sa sarili ko. Ayoko na! Ang hirap iexplain ng nararamdaman ko ngayon. Ang hirap iexplain kung sino ako ngayon at kung bakit ako ganito. At bakit ko nga ba ieexplain? Wala rin namang may pakialam. Sh*t! Ang komplikado ng buhay. Walang nakakaintindi at walang nakakatulong sa akin. Wala----kahit isa-----Wala------kahit isa man lang sa mga taong mahal ko------wala-----wala sa pamilya ko-----------wala-----wala sa mga kaibigan ko-----wala----pati yata ikaw----wala-----pati sarili ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129496577641413214-6368584815821457621?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/6368584815821457621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=6368584815821457621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/6368584815821457621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/6368584815821457621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/10/uhm-iyakan-na.html' title='Uhm----Iyakan Na?'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-5737870341698734475</id><published>2007-10-22T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T11:14:49.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happened To The 17-year-old Prune Juice?</title><content type='html'>October 12, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roomies [Chrissie and Grace] and I went to the Powerplant Mall and shopped. Well, I haven't bought anything from PM except for a chocolate crepe. It's sooo yummy! It was only Chrisse who shopped for clothes and shoes. After PM shopping, we went to Greenhills and guess what we did? Well, uhm----shopped again! Hahaha. This time I bought two blouses, a dress, a necklace with a japanese pendant, silver shoes, and food. Hahaha. Yeah! I love food. Good thing I was able to control myself not to buy a box of Krispy Kremes. We went home after shopping and eating dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 14, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the college chapel for the send-off mass for the retreatants. After the mass, we [ACLCers retreatants] waited for the bus to bring us to Baguio City. We had our retreat in Mirador Jesuit Villa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 15-19, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent retreat. Magnum Silencium? No cellphones, no laptops, no iPods/mp3s, no talking, modesty of the eyes and monk walk. Waaaaaaah! I can't believe I survived the five-day retreat! I really wanted to give up because I don't think I can survive without communicating with other people but since God loves me so much......He made ways for me to stay. He gave us the chance to talk when the RD of the common points for wednesday lifted the silence during that time. God also made way to reach out to me when Greg and Kuya Jason gave me letters. At least, I was able to communicate with other people even in just a few minutes. That made me continue with my retreat. I realized that God really answers my prayers. All I have to do was to wait. On the last night of the retreat when the QMs broke the silence, no one slept. Hahaha. Everyone was talking and laughing the whole night. Hmm, we were just enjoying the freedom to talk again. Hahaha. Remember: we didn't talk for &lt;strong&gt;five&lt;/strong&gt; days except for the few minutes of lifting the silence last wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 20, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for this day. During my five days in Baguio City, I was feeling sad because everytime I look at everything around me, it reminds me of the times I spent with Kaloi in Baguio City. Yeahp yeahp! The very first time we spent time together was in Baguio. I enjoyed every moment of that. Thanks to Anna Moreno and her family, thanks to Grace and thanks to Kaloi. Anyway, after breakfast I said goodbye to the ACLCers. They were really really kind and kept on asking me if I'll be okay on my own. Hmm, after saying goodbye to them, I went to the new Victory station and since I was too early, I just sat there while waiting for Kaloi and his family. I was really scared and nervous. I didn't know what to do and say when they arrived. I just smiled and said "Good morning &lt;em&gt;po!&lt;/em&gt;". They smiled back and asked me how long have I been waiting for them and said maybe an hour but it's okay with me. His mom, dad and sister went to his dorm while Kaloi and I went to SLU to get his grades but SLU will release their grades &lt;em&gt;pa pala&lt;/em&gt; on October 23. So, we went to SM &lt;em&gt;na lang&lt;/em&gt; and ate lunch with his family. I wasn't talking much except when his family asked me questions. Eeeh! I was so shy and nervous &lt;em&gt;eh&lt;/em&gt;. I really don't know what to say. After lunch, his family shopped while Kaloi and I just strolled &lt;em&gt;sa&lt;/em&gt; SM. After &lt;em&gt;mag&lt;/em&gt;shop ng family &lt;em&gt;niya&lt;/em&gt;, Kaloi and I went back to the new victory station to get my big bags and brought it to the old victory station. &lt;em&gt;Tapos ayun&lt;/em&gt;, we went home &lt;em&gt;na&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Basta&lt;/em&gt;, I had fun! Thank you to his family and thank you &lt;em&gt;na rin kay&lt;/em&gt; Kaloi. =D Thank you &lt;em&gt;sa&lt;/em&gt; lunch, &lt;em&gt;sa pamasahe&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;sa&lt;/em&gt; fruits and &lt;em&gt;sa pagbuhat ng&lt;/em&gt; bags &lt;em&gt;ko&lt;/em&gt;. Thank you might not be enough but really----I'm &lt;strong&gt;super super grateful&lt;/strong&gt; for everything. &lt;strong&gt;I love my KFC. &lt;/strong&gt;On our way home &lt;em&gt;pala&lt;/em&gt;, Kaloi called me the 17-year-old prune juice &lt;em&gt;kasi&lt;/em&gt; I smelled like prune juice &lt;em&gt;daw&lt;/em&gt;! Hahaha! &lt;em&gt;Ang loko talaga nun&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;em&gt;Tapos&lt;/em&gt; I was wearing a violet-like jacket &lt;em&gt;pa nun kaya sabi niya&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Bagay talaga&lt;/em&gt; prune juice &lt;em&gt;sayo! Naka&lt;/em&gt;violet jacket &lt;em&gt;ka pa!"&lt;/em&gt; hahaha. &lt;em&gt;Ang loko mo talaga&lt;/em&gt;! [kaloi]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129496577641413214-5737870341698734475?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/5737870341698734475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=5737870341698734475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/5737870341698734475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/5737870341698734475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-happened-to-17-year-old-prune.html' title='What Happened To The 17-year-old Prune Juice?'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-5749170546733876715</id><published>2007-10-14T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T02:40:19.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Top ten things I did yesterday ( 13th of October, 2007):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;10. woke up at noon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;9. wrote a letter for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Chrissie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;8. watched HSM 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;7. went to the Ateneo with Grace to pass her physics project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;6. met her physics prof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;5. went to National bookstore, Cello's, and the supermarket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;4. ordered Mongolian Rice Bowl at KFC for take-out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;3. watched HSM 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;2. bid Grace goodbye and hugged Chrissie [I'm gonna miss you Chrissie! I hope you'll still be our roommate. Have fun in Connecticut and keep in touch.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;1. text my kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Top ten things/persons I miss:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;10. my blockmates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;9. school? [haha =P]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;8. the mall/s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;7. gonuts donuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;6. UAAP season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;5. bangus city and puto town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;4. baguio city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;3. my roomies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;2. my Kaloi and my HS friends/batchmates &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;1. my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;*****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ooooh! I can't believe the first sem is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I just can't explain what I feel about my first sem in the Ateneo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;A lot of things happened in just four/five months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I admit, it was hard keeping up with the demands of the university but with the help of my roommates I survived the first sem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Of course, not only my roommates but a lot of people helped me during my first sem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;They are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;my family, Karlo, HS friends and batchmates, block R3, ACLCers and my profs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Aside from them, God was there and will always be there for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm just feeling sad because I'm all alone now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;My roomies left me tonight except for Aimee who left last Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm so gonna miss my three roomies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;They're simply the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Four different people from four different cities placed in one room to live with each other for a semester and turned out to be friends not only for this sem but for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Room 407:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Bed A: Aimee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Bed B: Jusz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Bed C: Grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Bed D: Chrissie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;*****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I soooo miss my Kaloi na!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I want to see him na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ooooh. Wala lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I miss my Zzy Che na rin. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I can't wait to give my gift for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I want to go home na!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Retreat.....uhm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;*****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ooooh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I got a B+ in my PE class [soccer].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I think that's my highest grade for the sem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Too bad it can't pull my grades up because PE grade is not a part of the QPI's computation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;*****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I can't sleep but I must because I have to wake up early tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.zsuj.&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/8129496577641413214-5749170546733876715?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/5749170546733876715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=5749170546733876715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/5749170546733876715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/5749170546733876715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/10/random-things.html' title='Random Things'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-6078279724254391805</id><published>2007-09-29T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T19:26:12.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isang Sulat Ng Magulang Para Sa Kanyang Anak</title><content type='html'>I found this somewhere in the internet and it really made me cry. =C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sa aking pagtanda, unawain mo sana ako at pagpasensyahan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Kapag dala ng kalabuan ng mata ay nakabasag ako ng pinggan o nakatapon ng sabaw sa hapag kainan, huwag mo sana akong kagagalitan. Maramdamin ang isang matanda. Nagse-self-pity ako sa tuwing sisigawan mo ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kapag mahina na ang tenga ko at hindi ko maintindihan ang sinasabi mo, huwag mo naman sana akong sabihan ng "binge!" paki-ulit na lang ang sinabi mo o pakisulat na lang. Pasensya ka na, anak. Matanda na talaga ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Kapag mahina na tuhod ko,pagtiyagaan mo sana akong tulungang tumayo, katulad ng pag-aalalay ko sa iyo noong nag-aaral ka pa lamang lumakad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pagpasensyahan mo sana ako kung ako man ay nagiging makulit at paulit ulit na parang sirang plaka. Basta pakinggan mo na lang ako. Huwag mo sana akong pagtatawanan o pagsasawaang pakinggan. Natatandaan mo anak noong bata ka pa? kapag gusto mo ng lobo,paulit-ulit mo 'yong sasabihin,maghapon kang mangungulit hangga't hindi mo nakukuha ang gusto mo. Pinagtiyagaan ko ang kakulitan mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Pagpasensyahan mo na rin sana ang aking amoy. Amoy matanda, amoy lupa. Huwag mo sana akong piliting maligo. Mahina na ang katawan ko. Madaling magkasakit kapag nalamigan, huwag mo sana akong pandirihan. Natatandaan mo noong bata ka pa? pinagtiyagaan kitang habulin sa ilalim ng kama kapag ayaw mong maligo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pagpasensyahan mo sana kung madalas,ako'y masungit, dala na marahil ito ng katandaan.Pagtanda mo, maiintindihan mo rin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Kapag may konti kang panahon,magkwentuhan naman tayo, kahit sandali lang. inip na ako sa bahay, maghapong nag-iisa. Walang kausap. Alam kong busy ka sa trabaho, subalit nais kong malaman mo na sabik na sabik na akong makakwentuhan ka, kahit alam kong hindi ka interesado sa mga kwento ko.Natatandaan mo anak, noong bata ka pa? Pinagtiyagaan kong pakinggan at intindihin ang pautal-utal mong kwento tungkol sa iyong teddy bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;At kapag dumating ang sandali na ako'y magkakasakit at maratay sa banig ng karamdaman, huwag mo sana akong pagsawaan alagaan. Pagpasensyahan mo na sana kung ako man ay maihi o madumi sa higaan,pagtiyagaan mo sana akong alagaan sa mga huling sandali ng aking buhay. Tutal hindi na naman ako magtatagal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Kapag dumating ang sandali ng aking pagpanaw, hawakan mo sana ang aking kamay at bigyan mo ako ng lakas ng loob na harapin ang kamatayan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;At huwag kang mag-alala, kapag kaharap ko na ang Diyos na lumikha, ibubulong ko sa kanya na pagapalain ka sana ... dahil naging mapagmahal kasa iyong ama't ina...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us learn to appreciate and be grateful to our parents and grandparents. Always love them and try to understand them even if we don't get along with them sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129496577641413214-6078279724254391805?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/6078279724254391805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=6078279724254391805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/6078279724254391805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/6078279724254391805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/09/isang-sulat-ng-magulang-sa-kanyang-anak.html' title='Isang Sulat Ng Magulang Para Sa Kanyang Anak'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-2212265144478703557</id><published>2007-09-10T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:35:47.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WE definitely bleed BLUE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have blue blood running through my veins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;After all the &lt;em&gt;trials&lt;/em&gt; we've been through like going to school at 9 pm (thursday) to line up for the selling of tickets the next day but ended up getting a GA ticket and going to Araneta at 7 am at the day of the game itself to buy an upper box ticket----it is ALL worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;You could really feel the school spirit in the big dome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The blue babble was just behind us and I felt like my heart and the drums beat as one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I wasn't able to watch the first ateneo-lasalle game in araneta but it's okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The second game was just as fun as the first one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The outcome of any admu-dlsu game is never predictable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Chris is, without a doubt, TIUperman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I felt really bad when the score was 38-51 but then we caught up soon enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can't stop cheering out loud and jumping up and down because the game was so intense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Almost no one in Araneta was sitting down during the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Almost everyone was wild and cheering for their own team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The big dome is full of people wearing only blue or green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Maybe only a hundred people wore a different color of shirt aside from blue/green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I was super tired after the game but really happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Here are pics taken after the game:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RuUrs-MPloI/AAAAAAAAAks/yHU45fTcdes/s1600-h/P1011685.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108537403930285698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RuUrs-MPloI/AAAAAAAAAks/yHU45fTcdes/s400/P1011685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RuUrtOMPlpI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ssHodNy64zQ/s1600-h/P1011679.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108537408225253010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RuUrtOMPlpI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ssHodNy64zQ/s400/P1011679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RuUrtuMPlqI/AAAAAAAAAk8/0-oPIMZKs_g/s1600-h/P1011676.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108537416815187618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RuUrtuMPlqI/AAAAAAAAAk8/0-oPIMZKs_g/s400/P1011676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RuUruOMPlrI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2qnn-4kwM-4/s1600-h/P1011664.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108537425405122226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RuUruOMPlrI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2qnn-4kwM-4/s400/P1011664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RuUrueMPlsI/AAAAAAAAAlM/uwQHgithNsU/s1600-h/P1011661.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108537429700089538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RuUrueMPlsI/AAAAAAAAAlM/uwQHgithNsU/s400/P1011661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;One Big Fight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Go ATENEO!&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/8129496577641413214-2212265144478703557?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/2212265144478703557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=2212265144478703557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/2212265144478703557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/2212265144478703557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/09/we-definitely-bleed-blue.html' title='WE definitely bleed BLUE'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RuUrs-MPloI/AAAAAAAAAks/yHU45fTcdes/s72-c/P1011685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-5753059843130747376</id><published>2007-09-02T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T14:56:16.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Sarap Maging Atenista</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bakit nga ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dahil maraming freebies&lt;br /&gt;-dahil ang mga atenista ay men and women for and with others&lt;br /&gt;-dahil masarap kumain sa Manang's&lt;br /&gt;-dahil may mga kaibigan akong gaya nila Grace, Anna, Aimee, Chrissie at marami pang iba&lt;br /&gt;-dahil maganda ang campus&lt;br /&gt;-dahil ang daming pwedeng kainan sa may Katipunan&lt;br /&gt;-dahil maganda ang LRT station sa Katipunan&lt;br /&gt;-dahil maraming cute at hotties sa blue school&lt;br /&gt;-dahil cool si Dean Ang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-dahil ang daming walang pasok noong Agosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-dahil kasali ako sa ACLC at mababait mga tao doon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit kahit masarap maging atenista, nahihirapan pa rin ako... at bakit kaya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dahil kahit anong aral ang gawin ko 1.86 lang ang aking QPI sa advisory mark&lt;br /&gt;-dahil naka C lang ako sa Filipino at ES Lec at D naman sa ES Lab&lt;br /&gt;-dahil bagsak ako sa PE practical exam&lt;br /&gt;-dahil ang gastos tumira dito sa Katips&lt;br /&gt;-dahil ang layo ko sa aming home sweet home&lt;br /&gt;-dahil nasa Baguio ang aking kisses&lt;br /&gt;-dahil hindi ko kasama ang aking Zzy&lt;br /&gt;-dahil tumataba na ako&lt;br /&gt;-dahil yung Easy A daw na natsci ay mahirap din pala&lt;br /&gt;-dahil dalawa ang basic subjects ko &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-dahil ang tagal ng sembreak&lt;br /&gt;-dahil hindi ko alam kung gagraduate ba ako sa unibersidad na ito o magpapaalam lang ba pagktapos ng isang taon?&lt;br /&gt;-dahil hindi ko na yata matutupad ang aking pangarap na maging DL at makasama sa JTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang tanging pangarap ko na lamang ngayon ay gumradweyt sa Ateneo kahit na hindi ako maging cumlaude/magnacumlaude/summacumlaude. Sapat na sa akin ang simpleng diploma na iaabot sa akin sa taong 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129496577641413214-5753059843130747376?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/5753059843130747376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=5753059843130747376' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/5753059843130747376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/5753059843130747376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/09/ang-sarap-maging-atenista.html' title='Ang Sarap Maging Atenista'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-7151082180250498023</id><published>2007-08-07T20:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T23:48:08.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Series Of Unfortunate Events</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah. Yeah. Blah Blah Blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A lot of bad things kept on happening to me at this moment of my life!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KFC and I are not allowed to see each other anytime we want to because of the distance and also because some people do not allow us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I received my math long test result, I saw that I got a 75.5 but then I recount it and it turned out I only got a 65.5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So that is a 10-point decrease in my score.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have a project in English and uhm--better not tell it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My favorite checkered shoes was super wet with the dirty canal water yesterday because of the heavy rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My umbrella got broken and my file folder, too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My papa stopped calling me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still don't get along with some of my blockmates and I didn't even get the chance to talk to some of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm missing kaloi so much but I don't want to keep on texting him or whatever because I don't want to disturb him during his study time or class hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hay, I will trade all my chocolates, an ateneo-lasalle game or whatever just to spend a whole day with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A day without thinking about rules, school or things like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want freedom from all the chains of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things that stop me from doing things which makes me happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I value my education.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm grateful for all the blessings God gave me but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...despite all those things, there are still some things missing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can never really have everything you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And for every thing you get, there is a price to pay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you to the people who are always there for me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Elaine, Brent, Grace, Anna Moreno, Aimee, Chrissie and Zzy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129496577641413214-7151082180250498023?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/7151082180250498023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=7151082180250498023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/7151082180250498023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/7151082180250498023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/08/series-of-unfortunate-events.html' title='A Series Of Unfortunate Events'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-1056451498136721056</id><published>2007-08-04T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T22:48:16.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My Peter Parker/veggie pizza/heart&lt;3,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really want to see you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;eh pero&lt;/em&gt; some things/people just won't let us. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; before going back to Manila again tomorrow. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to hug you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; before I leave or just whatever...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;see you or touch you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I hate myself. I can't hold back my tears. I was really happy &lt;em&gt;kanina&lt;/em&gt; when I was with you. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm going to miss you&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;so much. I'll be back &lt;em&gt;sa&lt;/em&gt; Manila &lt;em&gt;na&lt;/em&gt;. I don't look forward to it unlike before &lt;em&gt;na&lt;/em&gt; excited &lt;em&gt;pa ako&lt;/em&gt;. I have to study hard &lt;em&gt;para wala silang masabi&lt;/em&gt;. And &lt;em&gt;ikaw rin ha&lt;/em&gt;? I know &lt;em&gt;naman&lt;/em&gt; na we're both doing our best. I know &lt;em&gt;wala na talaga tayo magagawa para magkita bukas pero&lt;/em&gt; I know &lt;em&gt;na pagdating ko naman sa&lt;/em&gt; dorm &lt;em&gt;andun si&lt;/em&gt; baby piggy &lt;em&gt;na bigay mo&lt;/em&gt;. I just have to hug him at once because I know that baby piggy can comfort me. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you, my KFC&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Sorry &lt;em&gt;nga pala wala pa tayong&lt;/em&gt; picture together. Next time &lt;em&gt;na lang&lt;/em&gt;, alright? &lt;em&gt;Ingat sa&lt;/em&gt; Baguio trip. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We just have to see each other again. I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Argh! Tears kept on falling. I can't sleep. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you so much.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I'm sorry &lt;em&gt;din if makulit ako sayo&lt;/em&gt;. I'm sorry &lt;em&gt;din&lt;/em&gt; if I posted it here &lt;em&gt;sa&lt;/em&gt; blogspot. I just don't know where to put it. I can't write &lt;em&gt;naman&lt;/em&gt; a letter for you &lt;em&gt;kasi hindi ko rin naman mabibigay&lt;/em&gt;. And this is super &lt;em&gt;haba&lt;/em&gt; if itetext &lt;em&gt;ko lang sayo&lt;/em&gt;. Let me know if &lt;em&gt;nabasa mo na ito ha?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Again, I LOVE YOU ... &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129496577641413214-1056451498136721056?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/1056451498136721056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=1056451498136721056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/1056451498136721056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/1056451498136721056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/08/letter.html' title='A Letter'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-2723850934461686966</id><published>2007-07-26T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T20:03:20.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Ateneo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Way to go, Ateneo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;It was the first game of the Ateneo and La Salle held at the big dome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Though I wasn't able to watch the game in Araneta, I am quite happy in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;It was a good game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Most of the time, the score is tied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;The score is 80-77.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I watched the game on the big screen TV in the caf up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I was with my blockmates and all the other Ateneans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Everyone was cheering and yelling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Yee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I could feel the school spirit until now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Everyone was so supportive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Long and Tiu, in my opinion, is soo good at playing basketball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I think I'm starting to fall "in-crush" &lt;em&gt;kay&lt;/em&gt; Tiu. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Ooops. haha. Crush &lt;em&gt;lang&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Oh well! Tiu has it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;One description &lt;em&gt;nga sa kanya&lt;/em&gt; is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;"Simply Tiu Good"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;yee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;He's a cute and rich student-athlete of the Ateneo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;He's popular, you probably know him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Anyway, for the next blue eagle-green archer game, I will make sure &lt;em&gt;na mapapanood ko na sa&lt;/em&gt; Araneta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Go Ateneo! One BIG fight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&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/8129496577641413214-2723850934461686966?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/2723850934461686966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=2723850934461686966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/2723850934461686966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/2723850934461686966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/07/go-ateneo.html' title='Go Ateneo!!!'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-8608588586675278677</id><published>2007-07-24T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T19:13:34.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"THE" Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly, I feel bad. So bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Ateneo-La Salle game will be on Thursday and they started releasing tickets today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I heard rumors before that some people camp near the ticket booth just to be the first in line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just laughed at it when I heard it and didn't believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, my roommate and I went to school at around 7 am but my first class starts at 9:30 am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I saw that the rumor is true!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People actually slept near the door of the covered courts just to be the first in line the next morning!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it actually paid off because they got a good seat for the eagle-archer game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My roommate and I waited in line until 9:30 am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I asked my blockmate Brent to wait in line for me and get a ticket but he soon left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So in the end, I don't have a ticket for the much awaited game of the UAAP 70th Season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WAAAAAAAAAAAAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129496577641413214-8608588586675278677?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/8608588586675278677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=8608588586675278677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/8608588586675278677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/8608588586675278677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/07/game.html' title='&quot;THE&quot; Game'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-2034605311666429118</id><published>2007-07-22T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T19:43:25.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Holding On...I'm Loving It!!! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8TR_Bij2uw4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8TR_Bij2uw4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129496577641413214-2034605311666429118?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/2034605311666429118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=2034605311666429118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/2034605311666429118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/2034605311666429118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/07/keep-holding-onim-loving-it-3.html' title='Keep Holding On...I&apos;m Loving It!!! &lt;3'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-360197646978863913</id><published>2007-07-20T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T15:05:44.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Chose To Be Blue...So Maybe That's The Reason Why I'm Sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today's the day I feel so alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like everything is going wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have almost everything &lt;em&gt;naman&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm studying in one of the best universities in the country, I have a supportive and caring family, I have good friends, and Karlo who means a lot to me just as I am to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pero bakit parang&lt;/em&gt; nothing's going right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something is missing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not happy with my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe I'm suffering from depression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;College is no joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;College is hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you don't work hard, you won't get anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you work hard enough, you still won't get anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if you work super hard, you only get a fraction of what you deserve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hardwork is really needed to survive in the Ateneo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ang hirap mag-&lt;/em&gt;adjust &lt;em&gt;sa buhay&lt;/em&gt; college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm doing my best to survive &lt;em&gt;pero nahihirapan ako, gusto ko ng umiyak&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel so alone &lt;em&gt;din&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm 5 hours away from home and 7 hours away from Karlo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss my high school friends so much and my high school life, too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have high school friends&lt;em&gt; din naman dito sa&lt;/em&gt; Manila &lt;em&gt;pero hindi rin naman kami lagi nagkikita&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;High school life is way too easy compared to my life right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm missing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I survive a day in college, accomplishment &lt;em&gt;na yun&lt;/em&gt; for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now, I reminisce my old life and cry... trying to remember how much fun I had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;During high school, I can study and have fun at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pero&lt;/em&gt; now, if you study...study &lt;em&gt;lang&lt;/em&gt;. If fun &lt;em&gt;naman, hindi mo masyado&lt;/em&gt; enjoy &lt;em&gt;kasi iniisip mo pa rin yung mga&lt;/em&gt; schoolwork &lt;em&gt;na dapat mong gawin&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't have a good foundation &lt;em&gt;pa &lt;/em&gt;for my English and Math classes which makes it even harder for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In my old school, I'm one of the smart kids(modesty aside) &lt;em&gt;pero&lt;/em&gt; now in my university, I'm one of the clueless students.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minsan tuloy&lt;/em&gt; I wonder...&lt;em&gt;bakit kaya ako pumasa ng&lt;/em&gt; Ateneo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parang&lt;/em&gt; it's impossible &lt;em&gt;eh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry &lt;em&gt;masyado ko yatang&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;dina&lt;/em&gt;down &lt;em&gt;sarili ko.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pero &lt;/em&gt;it's true &lt;em&gt;eh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nahihirapan ako.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The transition from high school to college is never easy &lt;em&gt;talaga.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minsan naiisip ko, sana hindi na lang ako nag&lt;/em&gt;-ADMU &lt;em&gt;para hindi mataas&lt;/em&gt; expectation &lt;em&gt;nila sa akin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nakakahiyang maging&lt;/em&gt; drop out &lt;em&gt;ng&lt;/em&gt; ateneo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will definitely disappoint the people around me if &lt;em&gt;mangyari yun&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm studying hard &lt;em&gt;naman eh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's just that &lt;em&gt;parang kahit anong gawin ko kulang pa rin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dati,&lt;/em&gt; I want to graduate with latin honors &lt;em&gt;sa&lt;/em&gt; ateneo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pero&lt;/em&gt; now, all I want is to graduate &lt;em&gt;kahit walang makuhang&lt;/em&gt; honors &lt;em&gt;dahil &lt;/em&gt;super &lt;em&gt;nahihirapan ako.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wala naman akong sinisisi sa nangyayari sa akin ngayon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe&lt;em&gt; masayado lang ako naii-stress sa dami ng ginagawa at iniisip.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sana&lt;/em&gt; sembreak&lt;em&gt; na..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nakaka-&lt;/em&gt;perfect&lt;em&gt; rin naman ako ng &lt;/em&gt;quizzes&lt;em&gt;, minsan&lt;/em&gt; one mistake&lt;em&gt;. Pero may mga &lt;/em&gt;quizzes&lt;em&gt; din ako na 2/5 at 4/10.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those quizzes make me sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, &lt;em&gt;makakabawi pa naman siguro ako&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll really do my best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't want to switch universities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have to stay here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;must&lt;/strong&gt; stay here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though I know it's not going to be easy...God will take care of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;stressed. depressed. tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;will I survive?&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/8129496577641413214-360197646978863913?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/360197646978863913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=360197646978863913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/360197646978863913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/360197646978863913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-chose-to-be-blueso-maybe-thats-reason.html' title='I Chose To Be Blue...So Maybe That&apos;s The Reason Why I&apos;m Sad'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-7290519406496114600</id><published>2007-07-18T07:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T07:21:59.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter Sweet Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's my 70th post in Blogspot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I haven't updated my blog for almost two weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I go online everyday but I don't really have time to post an entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A lot of things happened lately, particularly last weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don't want to go into the details because it makes me sad I don't want to talk about it and it makes me so happy I want to keep it to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I saw a lot of people I missed so much and I saw that one person I've been longing to see and spend time with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Some people got mad at me for going there but some people were happy, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I want to thank Anna Moreno for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I will go to school in about an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Good morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;3&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/8129496577641413214-7290519406496114600?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-8913868758973031629</id><published>2007-07-07T06:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:35:49.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Birthday Presents Ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Two of my high school friends, Kimi and Cleo, plus two of my college friends, Anna and Grace, went out with me to Eastwood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a lot of photo ops and also ate yummy ice cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had so much fun with them last July 1 and tomorrow, July 8, we will be seeing each other again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just look at the pictures and see how much fun we had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Ro-w21p1V-I/AAAAAAAAAkE/fI0hu-t9z7A/s1600-h/P1010821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084476960486545378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Ro-w21p1V-I/AAAAAAAAAkE/fI0hu-t9z7A/s400/P1010821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Ro-w3Vp1V_I/AAAAAAAAAkM/U3-h5yvXejk/s1600-h/P1010827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084476969076479986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Ro-w3Vp1V_I/AAAAAAAAAkM/U3-h5yvXejk/s400/P1010827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sexy me! nyahaha. Ang feeling ko talaga. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Ro-w31p1WAI/AAAAAAAAAkU/YivjWvm6jMY/s1600-h/P1010833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084476977666414594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Ro-w31p1WAI/AAAAAAAAAkU/YivjWvm6jMY/s400/P1010833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cleo, Jusz and Kimi with a super duper cute dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Ro-w4Vp1WBI/AAAAAAAAAkc/kjzItEqNEjo/s1600-h/P1010836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084476986256349202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Ro-w4Vp1WBI/AAAAAAAAAkc/kjzItEqNEjo/s400/P1010836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kimi and Cleo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Ro-w41p1WCI/AAAAAAAAAkk/GW5PnJNIQ9o/s1600-h/P1010843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084476994846283810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Ro-w41p1WCI/AAAAAAAAAkk/GW5PnJNIQ9o/s400/P1010843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 2, that's my birthday. A lot of things happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My roommates and I (together with Anna) ate our dinner at Sandbox and also went to Red Ribbon to eat a slice of cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A lot of people greeted me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aside from my roommates, Butch was the first one to greet me a "happy birthday" at twelve midnight right on the &lt;strong&gt;dot&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My roommates and I waited for my birthday to come and they treated me for a midnight Mcdo snack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I also took a chance on love. It was the best thing that could ever happen to me on my 17th year on planet earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never really thought something like this would happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At first, I didn't want to believe him but I still did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I realized I shouldn't really look for any reason why he loves me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Knowing that he does and I do is enough for us to be together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love Karlo Angelo Fernandez Camagay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Ro7FCFp1V6I/AAAAAAAAAjk/PPP16-3s4Mw/s1600-h/P1010851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084217669015918498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Ro7FCFp1V6I/AAAAAAAAAjk/PPP16-3s4Mw/s400/P1010851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Ro7FClp1V7I/AAAAAAAAAjs/m4hXbPxJYuk/s1600-h/P1010850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084217677605853106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Ro7FClp1V7I/AAAAAAAAAjs/m4hXbPxJYuk/s400/P1010850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Ro7FC1p1V8I/AAAAAAAAAj0/4qvios4MZ9I/s1600-h/P1010855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084217681900820418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Ro7FC1p1V8I/AAAAAAAAAj0/4qvios4MZ9I/s400/P1010855.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chrissie and Jusz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Ro7FDFp1V9I/AAAAAAAAAj8/cbsvpzi9cuY/s1600-h/P1010854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084217686195787730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Ro7FDFp1V9I/AAAAAAAAAj8/cbsvpzi9cuY/s400/P1010854.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He is MY KFC! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Ro7D-1p1V2I/AAAAAAAAAjE/5dQu5be0n5A/s1600-h/P1010862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084216513669715810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Ro7D-1p1V2I/AAAAAAAAAjE/5dQu5be0n5A/s400/P1010862.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;July 6,2007.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We just spent our friday night at Starbucks and took a lot of pictures once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Ro7D_Vp1V3I/AAAAAAAAAjM/ANoSG0_au1k/s1600-h/P1010919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084216522259650418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Ro7D_Vp1V3I/AAAAAAAAAjM/ANoSG0_au1k/s400/P1010919.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Above: Grace and Chrissie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Ro7D_lp1V4I/AAAAAAAAAjU/paERNNE9Cj4/s1600-h/P1010932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084216526554617730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Ro7D_lp1V4I/AAAAAAAAAjU/paERNNE9Cj4/s400/P1010932.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jusz and Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Ro7D_1p1V5I/AAAAAAAAAjc/ypzAkkWr97A/s1600-h/P1010945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084216530849585042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Ro7D_1p1V5I/AAAAAAAAAjc/ypzAkkWr97A/s400/P1010945.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Model ng Starbucks. nyahahaha =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129496577641413214-8913868758973031629?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/8913868758973031629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=8913868758973031629' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/8913868758973031629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/8913868758973031629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/07/greatest-birthday-prsee.html' title='The Greatest Birthday Presents Ever!'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Ro-w21p1V-I/AAAAAAAAAkE/fI0hu-t9z7A/s72-c/P1010821.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-3300967305016601564</id><published>2007-06-30T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T16:22:11.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Buhay Asul</title><content type='html'>This is an informal blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Life is hard. I'm stressed out. I'm confused.&lt;br /&gt;-I'm beginning to like my college life, though.&lt;br /&gt;-I'm learning how to cope and survive in this big, bad and blue school.&lt;br /&gt;-I'm trying to make as much friends as I can but I only have a few close friends.&lt;br /&gt;-I love dinners. =P It's the most fun part of my day.&lt;br /&gt;-We had the university cheer rally from three to five in the afternoon (or did it end up at six?)&lt;br /&gt;-Elaine, AC and I had to leave early because we still had our math diagnostic test.&lt;br /&gt;-I pray &lt;em&gt;na sana pumasa ako sa&lt;/em&gt; diagnostic test. I don't want to be transferred to basic math. One basic subject is enough!&lt;br /&gt;-Should I believe or should I not? Will it be a yes or a no?&lt;br /&gt;-All I want is one thing for my birthday and I don't think I will have it.&lt;br /&gt;-Lunches at Manang's with Elaine.&lt;br /&gt;-Trike every morning. Long walks every after class.&lt;br /&gt;-I'm still in regular Filipino. =P&lt;br /&gt;-Room 407.&lt;br /&gt;-Block r3.&lt;br /&gt;-Soccer every monday and wednesday with Cara, Jas and Elaine.&lt;br /&gt;-I'm sorry, I'm just in basic english.&lt;br /&gt;-I need to improve my writing and reading skills.&lt;br /&gt;-Am I &lt;em&gt;nakakahiya?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;UAAP starts soon.&lt;br /&gt;-What do I want?&lt;br /&gt;-Piso?... Trike...? or Fried chicken...?&lt;br /&gt;-I want the third one....ssh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129496577641413214-3300967305016601564?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/3300967305016601564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=3300967305016601564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/3300967305016601564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/3300967305016601564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/06/ang-buhay-asul.html' title='Ang Buhay Asul'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-6614806217448896885</id><published>2007-06-22T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T19:09:29.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been a university student for only 12 days (including Reg Day, Guidance Testing, OrSem and regular class days) and I am already stressed out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had diagnostic tests in English and Filipino and for English, I'm still in basic. The Filipino diagnostic test results will be released on Tuesday, I pray that I will be in regular Filipino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Math diagnostic test will be on June 29, I think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I also pray that I'll stay in Sir Teng's class in Math 11.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are a lot of homeworks and projects given to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't expect college life will be this hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But this is just my first year (and first sem) in the Ateneo and I can't seem to handle everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I sometimes think of giving up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm actually scared of having a QPI less than 2 because once you hit the bottom, it's bye-bye Ateneo &lt;em&gt;na&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I don't want that to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll try my very best and not give up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I now live with the motto:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"If you ever think of giving up, think about why you held on for so long."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Atleast, I befriended a number of my blockmates &lt;em&gt;na&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm starting to love my life in the university.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I admit, it's kind of hard but I just have to deal with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have close friends &lt;em&gt;na&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grace, Anna, and Aime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had the rec week last June 18-21,2007.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I signed-up for ACTM, Musmos, ACLC, and Loyola Mountaineers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not sure if I could be active in all those orgs but if I can't, I will be forced to give up one or two of those orgs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is Faculty Day and I am in Calasiao right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My last class yesterday ended at 4:30 pm, I went back to my dorm first, fixed my things and headed to the bus terminal at once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I arrived home at around 10:30 pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I brought my homeworks with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be back in Q.C. on Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's it for now, I'm kind of busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Til next time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129496577641413214-6614806217448896885?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/6614806217448896885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=6614806217448896885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/6614806217448896885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/6614806217448896885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/06/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-5239570221505425174</id><published>2007-06-18T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T12:21:56.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matteo's Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who's Matteo?&lt;br /&gt;It's Matteo Ricci. It's a building in the Ateneo that provides Ateneans a place to study.&lt;br /&gt;It's air-conditioned, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;It's the perfect place to study, sleep and look for cuties.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;It's where I hang out during my break time after eating my snacks/lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm with Elaine Yeung, she's my blockmate.&lt;br /&gt;Our next class will be PE at 3 pm and it's only 12:20 pm on the brown wall clock hanging on this room.&lt;br /&gt;This week is RecWeek and I'm planning to join Musmos, ACLC, Guidon, Gawad Kalinga, YFC, ACTM, and a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;It's still unofficial, though.&lt;br /&gt;I have to limit myself and join just two or three.&lt;br /&gt;We have to report in PE and I think I bought the wrong shin guards and it's too expensive pa!&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to spend again to buy shin guards because I get to use it only for a sem.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my!&lt;br /&gt;I better choose the perfect PE next sem.&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/8129496577641413214-5239570221505425174?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/5239570221505425174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=5239570221505425174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/5239570221505425174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/5239570221505425174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/06/matteos-girl.html' title='Matteo&apos;s Girl'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-3152253679369432166</id><published>2007-06-13T19:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T19:34:13.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's The First Day Of School, Y'know! =P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry for the lame title.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, first day of class went well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had Math 11 for my first class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ate Coreen accompanied me to my room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is a sophomore and she's really nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a good thing we didn't have a diagnostic test in Math because I &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; math!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Math kills me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our prof is really nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's Sir Timothy Teng.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I pray that I'll pass the diagnostic test in order for me to stay in Math 11 or else it's basic math for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next class is basic english.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Part I and II plus the vocabulary was fine, what messed up my day was the essay part!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wooh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mind is still on vacation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Geez,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After English class, I went back to my dorm, ate my lunch and bought some stuff in National bookstore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After that, I went back to the Ateneo, specifically in Matteo Ricci.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I transferred my notes in Math in another notebook and slept until 2 pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By 2:15 pm, I started walking and I was on my way to the cov courts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I got there, I don't know anyone, so I went back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While I was walking, I saw Jas and her friend and we went to the cov courts together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Elaine showed up a few minutes later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We met our teacher and classmates in soccer, and we were given a topic that we have to report on Monday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shucks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know a thing about  goal clearance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That was the topic given to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I have to buy a white PE shirt, black shorts, shin guards (is the spelling correct?), and knee-high socks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, the first day of school was bearable naman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I met new friends again, except for English class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll have ES 10 and Filipino 11 tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope tomorrow will be a better day and hopefully, I'll meet a lot of new friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For those people who had their first day of class today, I hope you had fun, too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129496577641413214-3152253679369432166?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/3152253679369432166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=3152253679369432166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/3152253679369432166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/3152253679369432166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-first-day-of-school-yknow-p.html' title='It&apos;s The First Day Of School, Y&apos;know! =P'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-974687190786668360</id><published>2007-06-12T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T20:56:34.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Life Begins Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Classes start tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow will be the first day of the first semester of my first year in college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe I'm in college now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time flew waaaaaaay too fast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know how I feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything is different right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I live in a different place away from home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't live with my family but instead I share a room with my dormmate/roommate, Grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's from Baguio City, by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't eat lutong bahay anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I always eat outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Living in Katipunan doesn't leave you much choice but to eat chicken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Most of the restaurants or fastfood chains found in Katips serve chicken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chicken, chicken, chicken!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whether it be fried chicken, roasted chicken, chicken inasal---name it! I ate it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In Katipunan, there is KFC, Max's, Chicken Bacolod, Kenny Rogers, Jollibee, Mcdo, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though, we also have Yellow Cab and Pizza Hut in Katips, I don't want to eat pizza for my lunch or dinner because I want rice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, it's 8:55 pm on my clock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to go now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God bless to all of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129496577641413214-974687190786668360?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/974687190786668360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=974687190786668360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/974687190786668360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/974687190786668360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-life-begins-tomorrow.html' title='A New Life Begins Tomorrow'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-8511330319936415578</id><published>2007-06-11T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T20:27:13.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money, where are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I woke up at around 10:45 am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I decided to eat my brunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got up from my bed, fixed myself, got my wallet, put it in my bag and off i went to hunt for the perfect resto that will fill my tummy with yummy food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I walked along Katipunan, Chicken Bacolod caught my eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I decided to eat my brunch in there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I sat down, ordered chicken inasal *yum**yum*, and waited for about ten minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally, my order was served.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had about five spoonfuls of that delicious chicken inasal when I realized that I don't have money in my wallet!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uh-oh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I stopped eating. I thought of a way on how to get back to my dorm and get my money without letting the waiters or anyone know about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought of asking someone in my dorm to get my money for me but it was so embarassing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought of another way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got up, told the cute waiter (honest! one of the waiters is cute!) that my mom's in my dorm and I need to go there for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I told him I'll leave my phone and bag in order for them to be sure that I'll be back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I left and ran back to my dorm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got my money, and ran back to the resto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That was tiring and I was hungry more than ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wolfed down my food, paid my bill, scribbled on the receipt that "&lt;em&gt;ang cute naman po nung isang waiter niyo =P hahaha&lt;/em&gt;"(ask me why I did that...I also don't know the answer), and left at once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yuck, Justine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, can you call that embarassing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129496577641413214-8511330319936415578?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/8511330319936415578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=8511330319936415578' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/8511330319936415578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/8511330319936415578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/06/money-where-are-you.html' title='Money, where are you?'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-3121131960687803075</id><published>2007-06-09T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:35:54.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soundcheck!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RmzBhYI7EOI/AAAAAAAAAi0/WbfzE0sH3JQ/s1600-h/P1010798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074643659299426530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RmzBhYI7EOI/AAAAAAAAAi0/WbfzE0sH3JQ/s400/P1010798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RmzBhoI7EPI/AAAAAAAAAi8/xRivTj0kitw/s1600-h/P1010797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074643663594393842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RmzBhoI7EPI/AAAAAAAAAi8/xRivTj0kitw/s400/P1010797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OrSem2007: Soundcheck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The upperclassmen of the Ateneo welcomed the newest batch of students in the Loyola Schools, the Freshies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They prepared a three-day orientation seminar filled with fun activities, helpful talks, and tiring tours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Orientation Seminar or OrSem as we call it is the best thing that could ever happen to a freshman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's theme is Soundcheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is something that I copied from the OrSem letter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundcheck is perfectly orchestrated to help you harmonize with the acoustics of the Ateneo community. Just like in an orchestra, each one of us has his own instrument. Each one plays different notes. When combined, these notes can form delightful symphonies that move our emotions and describe our own identity as Ateneans - as one big family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We look forward to being part of this greatest concert in your life - college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, for the first two days, I didn't enjoy much. It's not because the activities were boring. The activities were great but it's sad because I didn't make friends yet. For the third day, that's when I gained (a few) new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived in the cov courts, we registered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the OrSem started with a mass officiated by Fr. Nebres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the mass, we went to the Henry Lee Irwin Theatre for the Loyola Schools Presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some videos were shown and some talks were given then we went back to the cov courts to eat our lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating lunch, we went to Faura and had our GDs or group dynamics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played some games. The first game was Pornstar game, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my pornstar name is "Potchie San Miguel".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the morning show. This is when the Blue Babble Battalion or BBB, performed and taught us the cheers of the Ateneo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had our council tours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to HLI Theatre again, watched the OrSem film made by the Loyola Film Circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then followed by the organizational talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went back to the cov courts and ate lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we had some more GDs in the same location, in Faura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For SOM students like me, we went back to HLI Theatre for our SOM Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SOM night's theme/title is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atenista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seaSOM 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some alumni went there. The only person I remembered is Karylle. The other two, uhm---I forgot their names but the woman is a model and the man is a musician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had another morning show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by Course and Department Talks, this is when we get to learn more about our course and some alumni of this course told us what they do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we ate our lunch followed by a campus tour and then the OrSem night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best activity so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bands who played:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dicta License, Kjwan, Hale, Chicosci (this is love :P), and Spongecola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had the OrSem Idol(one for singing and one for dancing) in which you can win an iPod video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our host for the OrSem Idol is Nikki Gil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Miggy! I'm near the front stage pa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if siksikan and people were sweating ( of course I couldn't do anything but bear with it), I just enjoyed the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never missed an OrSem activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will definitely join the OrCom next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the TnTs (this is the kind of TnT that will NOT explode, okay?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're crazy, fun and full of energy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when they say "MOB!", you better "MOB!!!" or else!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Funny TnTs but I love them expecially block R3's TnTs, Kuya Lui and Ate Peanuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Biased &lt;em&gt;ba&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pero &lt;/em&gt;really, I love them... no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They danced on top of the monoblock chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Banana, Chuga, and the sexy Pacific Ring of Fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TnT means Talk and Tours, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you TnTs and Logs, thank you OrCom, thank you upperclassmen, and thank you Ateneo for welcoming us in the university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel very happy because I am a part of your big family and you made us feel really special because the OrSem's well-prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our sponsors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tradeport.com, Figaro, Lipton, Hangten, P&amp;G, Jollibee, MYX, and a lot more (sorry I forgot)...thank you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Ateneo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: I love Ateneo daw...pero pag classes na. I hate Ateneo na siguro dahil sa terror profs, harder subjects(aihy sh*t! math!) and a lot of projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dapat talaga hindi ako maevict sa bahay ni kuya (ateneo).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pictures:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RmrDtYI7EJI/AAAAAAAAAiM/t94Hz0_ZsxI/s1600-h/P1010693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074083114527690898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RmrDtYI7EJI/AAAAAAAAAiM/t94Hz0_ZsxI/s400/P1010693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The shirt of the person in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RmrDtoI7EKI/AAAAAAAAAiU/tR4YGRf9qBg/s1600-h/P1010706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074083118822658210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RmrDtoI7EKI/AAAAAAAAAiU/tR4YGRf9qBg/s400/P1010706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My OrSem name tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RmrDt4I7ELI/AAAAAAAAAic/sroo2zYS_SM/s1600-h/P1010700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074083123117625522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RmrDt4I7ELI/AAAAAAAAAic/sroo2zYS_SM/s400/P1010700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;New found friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Maki(from Newton), Grace(my roommate) and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RmrDuII7EMI/AAAAAAAAAik/_QM-zA-oztw/s1600-h/P1010682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074083127412592834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RmrDuII7EMI/AAAAAAAAAik/_QM-zA-oztw/s400/P1010682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Kjwan!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RmrDuYI7ENI/AAAAAAAAAis/sHAFrJzRnjI/s1600-h/P1010684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074083131707560146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RmrDuYI7ENI/AAAAAAAAAis/sHAFrJzRnjI/s400/P1010684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;OrSem Idol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RmrBi4I7EEI/AAAAAAAAAhk/AuN5C3yXBJc/s1600-h/P1010689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074080735115808834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RmrBi4I7EEI/AAAAAAAAAhk/AuN5C3yXBJc/s400/P1010689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RmrBjII7EFI/AAAAAAAAAhs/KCovOqAxPyw/s1600-h/P1010691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074080739410776146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RmrBjII7EFI/AAAAAAAAAhs/KCovOqAxPyw/s400/P1010691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RmrBjYI7EGI/AAAAAAAAAh0/FFx0zkFZp98/s1600-h/P1010695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074080743705743458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RmrBjYI7EGI/AAAAAAAAAh0/FFx0zkFZp98/s400/P1010695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RmrBjoI7EHI/AAAAAAAAAh8/Zif4WTXFn54/s1600-h/P1010702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074080748000710770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RmrBjoI7EHI/AAAAAAAAAh8/Zif4WTXFn54/s400/P1010702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RmrAHII7D_I/AAAAAAAAAg8/wxYdGz14PAo/s1600-h/P1010721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074079158862811122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RmrAHII7D_I/AAAAAAAAAg8/wxYdGz14PAo/s400/P1010721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wooh! The best ChicoSci!!! I love you! wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RmrAHoI7EAI/AAAAAAAAAhE/8j_-Abbd37Q/s1600-h/P1010733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074079167452745730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RmrAHoI7EAI/AAAAAAAAAhE/8j_-Abbd37Q/s400/P1010733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sayang talaga itong picture na ito. huhu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RmrAH4I7EBI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Fm7hbkbkEIw/s1600-h/P1010735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074079171747713042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RmrAH4I7EBI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Fm7hbkbkEIw/s400/P1010735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RmrAIII7ECI/AAAAAAAAAhU/sabWB-nQR7U/s1600-h/P1010736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074079176042680354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RmrAIII7ECI/AAAAAAAAAhU/sabWB-nQR7U/s400/P1010736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RmrAIYI7EDI/AAAAAAAAAhc/0p2vKLrkMtU/s1600-h/P1010739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074079180337647666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RmrAIYI7EDI/AAAAAAAAAhc/0p2vKLrkMtU/s400/P1010739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Rmq8lYI7D6I/AAAAAAAAAgU/g5yd3sBULxw/s1600-h/P1010740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074075280507342754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Rmq8lYI7D6I/AAAAAAAAAgU/g5yd3sBULxw/s400/P1010740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Rmq8loI7D7I/AAAAAAAAAgc/6a1Goygtg5k/s1600-h/P1010745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074075284802310066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Rmq8loI7D7I/AAAAAAAAAgc/6a1Goygtg5k/s400/P1010745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Rmq8l4I7D8I/AAAAAAAAAgk/XDR_kPbLdIk/s1600-h/P1010767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074075289097277378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Rmq8l4I7D8I/AAAAAAAAAgk/XDR_kPbLdIk/s400/P1010767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spongecola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Rmq8mII7D9I/AAAAAAAAAgs/rzLoDq-eFxw/s1600-h/P1010772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074075293392244690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Rmq8mII7D9I/AAAAAAAAAgs/rzLoDq-eFxw/s400/P1010772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Rmq8moI7D-I/AAAAAAAAAg0/VWBagalBQ98/s1600-h/P1010781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074075301982179298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Rmq8moI7D-I/AAAAAAAAAg0/VWBagalBQ98/s400/P1010781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129496577641413214-3121131960687803075?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/3121131960687803075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=3121131960687803075' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/3121131960687803075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/3121131960687803075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/06/soundcheck.html' title='Soundcheck!!!'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RmzBhYI7EOI/AAAAAAAAAi0/WbfzE0sH3JQ/s72-c/P1010798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-5443231562119615558</id><published>2007-06-06T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:35:55.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Old Life, Hello New!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right now, I am sitting on my swivel chair, typing a new blog entry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry because I wasn't able to go online last night and tell something about our enrolment and my first night away from home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, yesterday, freshies were asked to register alone. The process was looong and tiring. I didn't make new friends and that's the sad part. Though, I saw some acquaintances and they're Chris and AC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the enrolment, my &lt;em&gt;tita,&lt;/em&gt; some family friend and I went to SM. I don't want to tell every single detail because for sure I would be sad and cry again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the first few hours that I spent here in my dorm, I felt so alone. I called my &lt;em&gt;lola mommy&lt;/em&gt; in Calasiao because &lt;em&gt;naho&lt;/em&gt;homesick &lt;em&gt;talaga ako.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good thing, my roommate who came from Baguio arrived later that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her name is Grace. It is such a small world because she was from the same school as my &lt;em&gt;tito&lt;/em&gt; Francis/Kidas came from(they're batchmates actually).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, Jessica Lazaro fetched me at my dorm and we both went to ADMU for our Guidance Testing. I was so sleepy &lt;em&gt;talaga&lt;/em&gt; that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I met Elaine Yeung &lt;em&gt;nga din pala.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, this is my Ateneo ID. Geez, I don't look good (as always). And I hate my signature, haha! I changed my signature anyway. And the new one is the official one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RmZiXII7D4I/AAAAAAAAAf8/YOq7r8bUnsQ/s1600-h/P1010671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072850179740864386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RmZiXII7D4I/AAAAAAAAAf8/YOq7r8bUnsQ/s400/P1010671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I also tried doing things on my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like plan on what to eat for breakfast, lunch and dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bring your dirty clothes in the laundry shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hays.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I really do feel sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's something missing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And going to ADMU doesn't excite me anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why should I look forward to it if I only know a few people and what do I do when I'm not with them?&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone and that's sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you only know how it feels to be alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not really nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And for some people, life's ok. It is because some (if not most) of their schoolmates in high school are also studying in ADMU right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really hope I could make a &lt;strong&gt;lot&lt;/strong&gt; of new friends tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OrSem starts tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, this is my life now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A new life began yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my home, my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm, I was a bit disappointed din pala kasi I want fencing for my PE class but then laging may conflict sa schedule ko kaya I chose soccer na lang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My schedule:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Monday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8:30-9:30 Ma 11 (J)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9:30-11:30 En 10 (E13)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12:30-1:30 Intac 1 (ZZ)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3:00-4:00 PE 110 (I women)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9:30-11:30 Es 12 (C)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12:00-1:30 Es 10 (C)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3:00-4:00 Fil 11 (PP)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8:30-9:30 Ma 11 (J)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9:30-11:30 En 10 (E13)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3:00-4:00 PE 110 (I women)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Thursday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12:00-1:30 Es 10 (C)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3:00-4:00 Fil 11 (PP)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;8:30-9:30 Ma 11 (J)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9:30-11:30 En 10 (E13)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now here's the schedule of OrSem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;June 7 (Thursday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7:30-4:00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Registration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loyola Schools Presentations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Group Dynamics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;June 8 (Friday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7:30-4:30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Morning Show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Council Tours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OrSem Film&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Organizational Talks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5:00-7:00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SOM Night (for SOM students only)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;June 9 (Saturday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8:00-8:00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Morning Show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Course and Department Talks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Campus Tours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OrSem Night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129496577641413214-5443231562119615558?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/5443231562119615558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=5443231562119615558' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/5443231562119615558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/5443231562119615558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/06/goodbyw-old-life-hello-new.html' title='Goodbye Old Life, Hello New!'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RmZiXII7D4I/AAAAAAAAAf8/YOq7r8bUnsQ/s72-c/P1010671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-9131399145921934458</id><published>2007-05-31T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T20:31:24.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incoming Blue Eagles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I visited the blog of Jessica Lazaro and she mentioned the names of the incoming atenean freshmen&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; na kilala niya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Jessica Lazaro: I'll do it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rin ha&lt;/span&gt;? I just want to let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've met a lot of incoming atenean freshies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yung iba marami na akong alam tungkol sa kanila pero yung iba minsan pati pangalan nakakalimutan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'll only mention those people &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na lagi ko nakaka&lt;/span&gt;chat or those people &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na hindi ko makalimutan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;si &lt;/span&gt;Jessica Lazaro. We've met &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; OrSem forums. The moment &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na nalaman niyang magkalapit&lt;/span&gt; Random Numbers &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;namin,&lt;/span&gt; she added me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa &lt;/span&gt;YM then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ayun&lt;/span&gt;...chat-chat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On registration day, there will only be three people between us. So, for sure we'll see each other.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Balak nga din namin sabay pumunta ng&lt;/span&gt; ADMU &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; OrSem &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, AC Illustre. She's a candy girl/teentalker like me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Malapit din&lt;/span&gt; random number &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;niya sa akin,&lt;/span&gt; 138 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siya &lt;/span&gt;and 142 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ako&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lagi rin kami magka&lt;/span&gt;-chat. We're both CTM students and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nung lumabas na yung&lt;/span&gt; block lists, I found out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; blockmates &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pa pala kami&lt;/span&gt;! Happiness &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naman oh!&lt;/span&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; John Edison Ramos or Jason &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na lang.&lt;/span&gt; Hmm, I won't forget him because he was the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;matiyagang&lt;/span&gt;" guy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na kumuha ng&lt;/span&gt; picture &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; block lists &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; Bellarmine and posted it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; multiply &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; batch. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Andaming natuwa sa ginawa niya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; Trisha Palor. She's really friendly. She was the first one who asked me on a gimmick. She invited me to watch PotC &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; Glorietta but then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hindi naman ako nakasama&lt;/span&gt; because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;andito pa ako sa&lt;/span&gt; Pangasinan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; si&lt;/span&gt; Juan Luis Faylon or Don. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ako una nakipag&lt;/span&gt;chat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa kanya&lt;/span&gt; but then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nung ia&lt;/span&gt;-add &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na niya ko sa&lt;/span&gt; Mssgr List, I ignored him. hahaha.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ang sama ko yata&lt;/span&gt;. But then, okay &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na.&lt;/span&gt; I added him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ayun.&lt;/span&gt; Friend &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ko na rin sa&lt;/span&gt; Multiply. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Makwento rin siya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;si &lt;/span&gt;Leonard Loo. Smart kid &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;toh!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siya ang pinakamatagal kong nakaka&lt;/span&gt;chat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; YM. A&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lam na nga niya yata buong&lt;/span&gt; story &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ng buhay ko. Makwento rin.&lt;/span&gt; Bored &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nga yata yan kapag ka&lt;/span&gt;chat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ako. Siya madalas nag-iisip ng&lt;/span&gt; topic &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth, Jan Chan. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hindi ko man siya lagi nakaka&lt;/span&gt;chat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; YM or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kahit saan,&lt;/span&gt; I won't forget him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kasi sa&lt;/span&gt; OrSem forums, l&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;agi siyang patawa!&lt;/span&gt; =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventh, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; "kittyness". Sorry, I don't know her first name &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pero mabait siya. &lt;/span&gt;She's my batchmate, fellow teentalker, plus SOMmate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight, Elaine Yeung. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nakaka&lt;/span&gt;chat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ko rin sa&lt;/span&gt; YM and she informs me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kung may&lt;/span&gt; changes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bang nangyayari na&lt;/span&gt; related &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; ADMU. Blockmate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ko rin siya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninth, Angge Tioseco. I don't know her first name or maybe I forgot. Friendly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lagi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nagbibigay ng&lt;/span&gt; advice. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Makwento pa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;si &lt;/span&gt;April or Aea. Fellow teentalker&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; din, tapos&lt;/span&gt; same dorm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;din kami.&lt;/span&gt; So, I guess we'll see each other often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Diandra Ngochua. I can't forget her because of her name. It's unique &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kasi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Gwen Co and Nyssa Kho. They're both from PUI in Dagupan City &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaya hindi ko sila makalimutan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest friend &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ko sa&lt;/span&gt; YM &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; Mark Reyes. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Makwento rin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the person whom I know personally &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; incoming freshman &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;din ay si&lt;/span&gt; Maki Lambino. Classmate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ko sa&lt;/span&gt; Newton last summer, same course &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;din kami&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hindi ko siya&lt;/span&gt; blockmate. Block R1 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yata siya &lt;/span&gt;and I'm in block R3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sila pa lang ang medyo kilala ko&lt;/span&gt;. And they're the friendliest and most &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;makwento sa lahat ng nasa&lt;/span&gt; Messenger List&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ko.&lt;/span&gt; I hope I get to meet all of them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; Reg Day or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa &lt;/span&gt;OrSem. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;syempre&lt;/span&gt;, I want to meet the others , too! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hindi lang yung mga nasa&lt;/span&gt; list &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ko. &lt;/span&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;I hope to see you all soon! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lapit na rin,&lt;/span&gt; June &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na bukas.&lt;/span&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/8129496577641413214-9131399145921934458?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/9131399145921934458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=9131399145921934458' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/9131399145921934458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/9131399145921934458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/05/incoming-blue-eagles.html' title='Incoming Blue Eagles'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-6950938641673792876</id><published>2007-05-29T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T18:50:19.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna Go Back To School!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm tired. So tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tired of what you ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tired of doing nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Due to lack of physical and mental activities, I feel weak and stupid at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It seems like I forgot all the lessons I learned from school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It is because my brain (oh and my body, too!) had its vacation for two whole months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My brain cells are not functioning anymore for I haven't learned anything this summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And I hate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I feel dumb---really!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm afraid my future schoolmates will look down on me once we meet on June.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;For sure, they will be the kind of "smart" kids and maybe even geniuses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And here I am, a kid who doesn't know anything at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I guess I have to relearn everything again before June.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm afraid that if they will start a conversation with me, I'll end up saying dumb things or doing stupid things and therefore, they will have a bad first impressoion of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;boo-hoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;=C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OT: MY very first pet (which is a Kacheek) in Neopets is already 500 days old. Just sharing. =P&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/8129496577641413214-6950938641673792876?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/6950938641673792876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=6950938641673792876' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/6950938641673792876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/6950938641673792876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-wanna-go-back-to-school.html' title='I Wanna Go Back To School!!!!'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-2750710994148052559</id><published>2007-05-27T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T19:28:41.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh! Gaya-Gaya Na! =P</title><content type='html'>Yeah! I know &lt;em&gt;marami nang may ganito&lt;/em&gt;....hahaha...&lt;em&gt;pagaya lang ha?&lt;/em&gt; i just want to know &lt;em&gt;lang kasi kung sino may kakilala sa akin&lt;/em&gt;..as in super &lt;em&gt;kakilala ako&lt;/em&gt;... =P &lt;em&gt;. Salamat sa mga sasagot&lt;/em&gt; ..&lt;strong&gt;and please...just send your answer through e-mail &lt;em&gt;na lang&lt;/em&gt;...=p or PM it to me through Multiply. Thanks .=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2 Points) My name:&lt;br /&gt;(4 Points) My last name:&lt;br /&gt;(4 Points) Who am I in love with:&lt;br /&gt;(2 Points) Where did we meet:&lt;br /&gt;(6 Points) Take a stab at my middle name:&lt;br /&gt;(1 Points) Where do I work:&lt;br /&gt;(4 Points) What am I afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;(2 Points) Do I smoke :&lt;br /&gt;(3 Points) Do I drink:&lt;br /&gt;(3 Points) Do you think I'm a virgin:&lt;br /&gt;(2 Points) Do I have any siblings:&lt;br /&gt;(3 Points) How many:&lt;br /&gt;(3 Points) What's one of my favorite things to do:&lt;br /&gt;(2 Points) How many piercings do I have:&lt;br /&gt;(4 Points) How many tattoos do I have:&lt;br /&gt;(4 Points) What's my favorite type of music:&lt;br /&gt;(4 Points) Am I shy or outgoing:&lt;br /&gt;(3 Points) Am I a rebel or do I follow the rules:&lt;br /&gt;(2 Points) Whats my favorite color:&lt;br /&gt;(3 Points) Name something I hate:&lt;br /&gt;(4 Points) Name a talent I have:&lt;br /&gt;(4 Points) Whats my phone number:&lt;br /&gt;(4 Points) What kind of sneakers do I wear:&lt;br /&gt;(4 Points) Do I have any pets:&lt;br /&gt;(2 Points) Who am I dating/liking right now:&lt;br /&gt;(5 Points) How long have I been dating/liking them:&lt;br /&gt;(6 Points) How tall am I:&lt;br /&gt;(5 Points) What is my worst habit:&lt;br /&gt;(5 Points on creativeness) If I were stranded on a desert island, what would I bring:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96-100 Points; Lover♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;86-95 Points; Best Friend♥♥&lt;br /&gt;80-85 Points; Great Friend.♥&lt;br /&gt;70-79 Points; Friend.&lt;br /&gt;40-69 Points; You should hang out with me more! Ask me when.&lt;br /&gt;20-39 Points; Either you're a crappy friend, or you're a new friend!&lt;br /&gt;00-19 Points; You don't know me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129496577641413214-2750710994148052559?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/2750710994148052559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=2750710994148052559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/2750710994148052559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/2750710994148052559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/05/yeah-i-know-marami-nang-may-ganito.html' title='Oh! Gaya-Gaya Na! =P'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-8447109237081925016</id><published>2007-05-26T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T22:03:34.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POOReigner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nanood ako ng &lt;/span&gt; Jessica Soho&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kanina lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At isa sa kanilang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ifineature ay ang mga taong iba ang lahi at namumulubi dito sa ating bansa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sila ay tinawag na&lt;/span&gt; "poor"eigner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ako'y naaawa sa kanila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naisip ko kasi mas nakikinabang ang mga Pilipino sa kanilang mga bansa, samantalang sila ay nandito sa Pilipinas at wala man lang tumutulong sa kanila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Habang ang mga Pilipino ay nagtatrabaho sa ibang bansa at kumikita ng dolyar ang ibang dayuhan ay naghihirap dito sa atin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alam kong mahirap ang buhay ng mga Pilipinong nagtatrabaho sa ibang bansa pero ikumpara naman natin sila sa mga dayuhang pulubi na gumagala sa kalye kalye ng Pilipinas ay mas nakakaawa naman ang mga dayuhang pulubi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Balak ko ngang bisitahin at tulungan kahit papaano ang isang dayuhang pulubi sa  may&lt;/span&gt; Circle, Q.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isa yan sa aking gagawin pagdating ko sa kyusi.&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/8129496577641413214-8447109237081925016?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/8447109237081925016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=8447109237081925016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/8447109237081925016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/8447109237081925016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/05/pooreigner.html' title='POOReigner'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-2258421854145808210</id><published>2007-05-26T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T18:23:08.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Weird?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Sorry if I didn't type anything here for a looooooooong time.&lt;br /&gt;It's just that I can't understand what's happening to me.&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of things I want to do but can't or I'm just being lazy.&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of people I want to talk to but when I get the chance I easily get bored.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored I don't know what to do or say anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I want to make the most out of the few days I have before leaving for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kyusi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I want to spend time with my family but my time is being consumed by this computer.&lt;br /&gt;I want something but I'm not doing anything to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At kapag yung&lt;/span&gt; "something" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na ang lumalapit&lt;/span&gt;, I'm doing things and saying things that will make that "something" go away.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;Care to cure me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8129496577641413214-2258421854145808210?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/2258421854145808210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=2258421854145808210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/2258421854145808210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/2258421854145808210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/05/am-i-weird.html' title='Am I Weird?'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-945372267793606255</id><published>2007-05-17T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T10:41:14.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Undecided</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My cousin woke me up and told me my papa was on the phone and he wanted to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up, went downstairs, got the phone and talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;He asked me a question and needs an answer at once.&lt;br /&gt;He asked, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ano? Gusto mo bang tumira sa&lt;/span&gt; condo? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May binebenta yung nanay ng tito&lt;/span&gt; Jake &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mo, malapit rin lang sa&lt;/span&gt; Ateneo. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ano gusto mo ba? Kailangan mo ng mag&lt;/span&gt;decide &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ngayon dahil tatawag na si &lt;/span&gt;Mrs. Laigo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa akin&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that was coming.&lt;br /&gt;Since the day of my graduation until the moment I woke up this morning, I know and everybody else knows that I'm going to stay in a dorm.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what to answer.&lt;br /&gt;I can't decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condo:&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone. (sad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt; swimming pool! (yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yung pera hindi nawala kasi napalitan lang ng&lt;/span&gt; condo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorm:&lt;br /&gt;Four in a room. (new friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pero yung pera lumalabas. Bayad ka ng bayad, saan napupunta yung pera? Sa&lt;/span&gt; dorm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kasi&lt;/span&gt; if&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sa &lt;/span&gt;dorm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ako, hindi ako malulungkot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay rin naman sa&lt;/span&gt; condo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kasi &lt;/span&gt;you get to learn how to be independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kaso &lt;/span&gt;I don't think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaya ko na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next year?&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;isa pa, yung&lt;/span&gt; money.&lt;br /&gt;Money-wise get a condo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaaaaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;So I just told my papa, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bahala ka na. Hindi ako makapag&lt;/span&gt;decide. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ikaw naman gagastos&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;And then he said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kasi kung sa&lt;/span&gt; condo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ka, mag-isa mo lang talaga. Wala kang katulong or makakasama. Sinasabi mo nga malulungkot ka. Sige, mag&lt;/span&gt;-dorm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ka na lang.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ayun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mga&lt;/span&gt; friends?&lt;br /&gt;I can't decide.&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what's best for me...&lt;br /&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/8129496577641413214-945372267793606255?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/945372267793606255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=945372267793606255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/945372267793606255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/945372267793606255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/05/undecided.html' title='Undecided'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-8996069963648301921</id><published>2007-05-12T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:35:58.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom or Vanity?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Summer bummer!&lt;br /&gt;Look at me!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, go ahead!&lt;br /&gt;Laugh!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;It's the result of boredom plus camera and the fun of being silly.&lt;br /&gt;I've got a short hair!!&lt;br /&gt;Shocked?&lt;br /&gt;wahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I laugh everytime I look at this picture of mine.&lt;br /&gt;So, how do I look?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RkVjD8PEZDI/AAAAAAAAAfc/rAWms3vetRA/s1600-h/bangs+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RkVjD8PEZDI/AAAAAAAAAfc/rAWms3vetRA/s400/bangs+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063562275408077874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ooooh!&lt;br /&gt;The bangs.&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of someone...as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RkVjEcPEZEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/1XtEEQbUFYw/s1600-h/bangs+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RkVjEcPEZEI/AAAAAAAAAfk/1XtEEQbUFYw/s400/bangs+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063562283998012482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Forgive me for being vain.&lt;br /&gt;It's the least thing I can do at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RkViVcPEY-I/AAAAAAAAAe0/e4pWG8k98UA/s1600-h/bangs+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RkViVcPEY-I/AAAAAAAAAe0/e4pWG8k98UA/s400/bangs+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063561476544160738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;More pics...less words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RkViV8PEY_I/AAAAAAAAAe8/5vr56mEGqFU/s1600-h/bangs+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RkViV8PEY_I/AAAAAAAAAe8/5vr56mEGqFU/s400/bangs+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063561485134095346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RkViWMPEZAI/AAAAAAAAAfE/ANwfseWcdrU/s1600-h/bangs+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RkViWMPEZAI/AAAAAAAAAfE/ANwfseWcdrU/s400/bangs+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063561489429062658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RkViWsPEZBI/AAAAAAAAAfM/jlYqTrrBJ5k/s1600-h/bangs+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RkViWsPEZBI/AAAAAAAAAfM/jlYqTrrBJ5k/s400/bangs+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063561498018997266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RkViXMPEZCI/AAAAAAAAAfU/VRvaBAYG8Vk/s1600-h/bangs+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RkViXMPEZCI/AAAAAAAAAfU/VRvaBAYG8Vk/s400/bangs+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063561506608931874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RkVeXsPEY5I/AAAAAAAAAeM/skA8x-WYXTs/s1600-h/bangs+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RkVeXsPEY5I/AAAAAAAAAeM/skA8x-WYXTs/s400/bangs+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063557117152355218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RkVeX8PEY6I/AAAAAAAAAeU/JJVpAbKGp3Y/s1600-h/bangs+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RkVeX8PEY6I/AAAAAAAAAeU/JJVpAbKGp3Y/s400/bangs+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063557121447322530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RkVeYcPEY7I/AAAAAAAAAec/SoL9AibEUSU/s1600-h/bangs+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RkVeYcPEY7I/AAAAAAAAAec/SoL9AibEUSU/s400/bangs+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063557130037257138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RkVeYsPEY8I/AAAAAAAAAek/u2UFb5SfgQg/s1600-h/bangs+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RkVeYsPEY8I/AAAAAAAAAek/u2UFb5SfgQg/s400/bangs+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063557134332224450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RkVeY8PEY9I/AAAAAAAAAes/NboYQIqeZvM/s1600-h/bangs+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RkVeY8PEY9I/AAAAAAAAAes/NboYQIqeZvM/s400/bangs+057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063557138627191762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Now if you dislike me or vain people, quickly close your browser and never visit  my blogspot again.&lt;br /&gt;It's my blog anyway, I have all the right to put anything into it.&lt;br /&gt;And well, I'm not always vain.&lt;br /&gt;I only take pictures of myself whenever I'm bored not every minute and every second of my life!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one more thing!&lt;br /&gt;I'm a just a girl who's not afraid of being silly.&lt;br /&gt;A quote meant to be shared:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;If you can't accept me at my worst...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;...then you don't deserve me at my best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good aft to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.zsuj.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8129496577641413214-8996069963648301921?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/8996069963648301921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=8996069963648301921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/8996069963648301921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/8996069963648301921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/05/boredom-or-vanity.html' title='Boredom or Vanity?'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RkVjD8PEZDI/AAAAAAAAAfc/rAWms3vetRA/s72-c/bangs+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-744394445192535801</id><published>2007-05-07T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T21:56:29.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Left Behind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Everytime my batchmates/friends and I spend time together, we talk about college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yeah! It's nice to talk and spend time with them again but I am usually left behind in our conversations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I mean, they talk about their subjects, schedules and other things  related to their university.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;As for me, I can't say anything about the blue school since our enrolment is still on the 5th of June.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And since I am not yet enrolled in the Ateneo, it's like &lt;em&gt;hindi pa ako ganap na atenista.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anyway, I have met some of my future schoolmates and potential friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I hope I won't be a loner &lt;em&gt;sa&lt;/em&gt; OrSem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh yeah! Our batch created a multiply account and &lt;em&gt;buhay na buhay talaga&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Check out the site:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ateneo2011.multiply.com"&gt;http://ateneo2011.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&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/8129496577641413214-744394445192535801?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/744394445192535801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=744394445192535801' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/744394445192535801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/744394445192535801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/05/left-behind.html' title='Left Behind'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-4544376449208650692</id><published>2007-05-06T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:35:58.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jusz Is Crazy About</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Halo squared!&lt;br /&gt;It's the perfect thing to eat/drink during summer!&lt;br /&gt;Chocoholicgirl Jusz traded her chocolates for this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;halo-halo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kaya ayun, andaming tsokolate sa&lt;/span&gt; fridge &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hindi nagagalaw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tito&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tita&lt;/span&gt; to buy me one &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; Chowking.&lt;br /&gt;And, yes! They granted my request!&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;If possible, I would like to eat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;halo-halo&lt;/span&gt; once a day &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pero syempre&lt;/span&gt; not everyday &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naman kami lumalabas ng bahay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Rj26K8PEY4I/AAAAAAAAAeE/oMSr8iXYfFw/s1600-h/crazyaboutthese+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Rj26K8PEY4I/AAAAAAAAAeE/oMSr8iXYfFw/s400/crazyaboutthese+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061406253365093250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of boredom (and well, lack of money during summer), I decided to make....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tsaraaaan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Rj25s8PEY2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/HLiG0wwsAYg/s1600-h/crazyaboutthese+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Rj25s8PEY2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/HLiG0wwsAYg/s400/crazyaboutthese+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061405737969017698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;.....short pants!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ganun na ako kadesperadong magkaroon ng bagong damit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sinira ko yung&lt;/span&gt; pants &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ko para makagawa ng ganito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ba or pangit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need comments &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;para alam ko kung ano gagawin ko sa&lt;/span&gt; shorts &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na yan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Rj25tcPEY3I/AAAAAAAAAd8/mzd_Jx04vag/s1600-h/crazyaboutthese+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Rj25tcPEY3I/AAAAAAAAAd8/mzd_Jx04vag/s400/crazyaboutthese+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061405746558952306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.zsuj.&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/8129496577641413214-4544376449208650692?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/4544376449208650692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=4544376449208650692' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/4544376449208650692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/4544376449208650692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/05/jusz-is-crazy-about.html' title='Jusz Is Crazy About'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Rj26K8PEY4I/AAAAAAAAAeE/oMSr8iXYfFw/s72-c/crazyaboutthese+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-8412046456304750473</id><published>2007-05-04T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:35:59.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day With Peter Parker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Informal:&lt;br /&gt;We watched the movie, Spiderman III. The movie was nice only because of Peter Parker's hair which resembles the hairstyle of someone I know.&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Cool!&lt;br /&gt;Not the nerdy Peter Parker hair, okay?&lt;br /&gt;It's the kinda bad Peter Parker hair..&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;A day with Kaloi, Che, Kimi, Jenzen, Geng, Lloyd, Rommel, Roger, and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formal(??):&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I watched Spiderman III today.&lt;br /&gt;I was with Jenzen, Angela, Cherry Lou, Karlo, Kimi, Roger, Rommel, Lloyd, Ernie, Aisel and Gieson at the mall.&lt;br /&gt;But Karlo, Ernie, Aisel, and Gieson didn't watch the movie.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was going to be sad but when I saw Peter Parker's hair.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RjsCWMPEY0I/AAAAAAAAAdk/XBl9JWxm1C4/s1600-h/nerd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RjsCWMPEY0I/AAAAAAAAAdk/XBl9JWxm1C4/s400/nerd.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060641186545689410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;....Okay, not the picture above. Peter parker looks good on that one but I want the Peter Parker who has this kind of hairstyle.... look here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RjsCWcPEY1I/AAAAAAAAAds/ctgHOHPK3xY/s1600-h/black.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RjsCWcPEY1I/AAAAAAAAAds/ctgHOHPK3xY/s400/black.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060641190840656722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;That may not be the best picture but it's the closest picture I can find in the internet that made me fall in love with him(Peter Parker that is!).&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Basta, yung&lt;/span&gt; Peter Parker &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na ang&lt;/span&gt; hair &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ay parang ganun sa&lt;/span&gt; hair &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nung kakilala namin ni&lt;/span&gt; Che.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Che! Sssh!&lt;br /&gt;Waah! Good thing I was able to spend time with my zzy che &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ulit&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I miss her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! I got my NCAE results &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na rin&lt;/span&gt; and my over all GSA is 97.&lt;br /&gt;And my occupational field of interest &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(daw)&lt;/span&gt; is Artistic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/8129496577641413214-8412046456304750473?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/8412046456304750473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=8412046456304750473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/8412046456304750473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/8412046456304750473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-with-peter-parker.html' title='A Day With Peter Parker'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RjsCWMPEY0I/AAAAAAAAAdk/XBl9JWxm1C4/s72-c/nerd.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-3384779348651053146</id><published>2007-05-03T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T12:14:12.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 50th Blog Entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Yeahp! That's right!&lt;br /&gt;This is my 50th Blog Entry &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; Blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;(insert the sound of people cheering here)&lt;br /&gt;woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;And not only that!&lt;br /&gt;I noticed something on my multiply home page, read this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Your home page has been viewed 1000 times by 275 people, most recently on May 3, '07.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;*clap* *clap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kumusta naman yun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh well! I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;For the past few days, I've been sitting here in front of my computer for almost 12 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it's worth it because I've met some of my batchmates and potential friends sa Blue School.&lt;br /&gt;They're nice &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, tomorrow my batchmates/classmates/friends&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sa &lt;/span&gt;high school&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and I will watch Spiderman.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun lang.&lt;br /&gt;Wala yatang kwenta ang &lt;/span&gt;50th blog entry&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ko ah?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.zsuj.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8129496577641413214-3384779348651053146?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/3384779348651053146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=3384779348651053146' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/3384779348651053146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/3384779348651053146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-50th-blog-entry.html' title='My 50th Blog Entry'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-5262437942768489200</id><published>2007-05-01T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:36:00.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A First Timer In The Bangus Fest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Gilon-Gilon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RjbVisPEYzI/AAAAAAAAAdc/9T4vmxNrYgA/s1600-h/bangusfest+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RjbVisPEYzI/AAAAAAAAAdc/9T4vmxNrYgA/s400/bangusfest+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059466023363961650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I attended the street party &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ng bangus&lt;/span&gt; fest last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Puno ng taong nagsisiksikan ang&lt;/span&gt; AB Fernandez.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen Orange and Lemons and Brownman Revival &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pero umalis din kami agad kasi ayaw na namin makipagsiksikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;experience&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kong makipagsiksikan sa mga taong pinagpapawisan, mga taong amoy-alak, mga taong naninigarilyo, at mga taong nakikipagtulakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;An experience&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; na parang ayaw ko na yatang maulit muli.&lt;br /&gt;Na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pa nga ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Ethel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; na mabuhusan ng alak sa likod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;People were so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;---uhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've seen a lot of people I know.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mostly Ednasians and some I've met&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Newton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newton peeps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuya Andrew&lt;br /&gt;Maki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ednasians and former Ednasians:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuya Michael&lt;br /&gt;Kuya Christian&lt;br /&gt;Bernadette&lt;br /&gt;Jamie&lt;br /&gt;Danielen&lt;br /&gt;Pamela Sibal&lt;br /&gt;Lawrence&lt;br /&gt;Kimi&lt;br /&gt;Hanille&lt;br /&gt;Arvin&lt;br /&gt;Philip&lt;br /&gt;Butch&lt;br /&gt;Jayson&lt;br /&gt;Mikx&lt;br /&gt;Sev&lt;br /&gt;Simon&lt;br /&gt;Rommel&lt;br /&gt;Al&lt;br /&gt;Marc&lt;br /&gt;Justine b.&lt;br /&gt;Diana&lt;br /&gt;Ronellyn&lt;br /&gt;kapatid ni Ronellyn&lt;br /&gt;some incoming third year peeps&lt;br /&gt;Ina&lt;br /&gt;Kiara&lt;br /&gt;Angela&lt;br /&gt;Aisel&lt;br /&gt;Ethel&lt;br /&gt;Francisco&lt;br /&gt;Justine Quinto&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Pot Pot&lt;br /&gt;Kim O.&lt;br /&gt;SFY band&lt;br /&gt;Gieson&lt;br /&gt;Adong&lt;br /&gt;Shekinah&lt;br /&gt;(did I forgot someone?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;My batchmates' initial reaction when they saw me was like:&lt;br /&gt;"Wow! loyal ah!"&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grabe! Naka&lt;/span&gt;-PE &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pa talaga&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Natatawa na lang ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naubusan na kasi ako ng damit kasi nga pinag-empake na ko&lt;/span&gt;, right?&lt;br /&gt;So, I wore my PE uniform minus the jogging pants and rubber shoes plus pants and slippers.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have money &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pa&lt;/span&gt; with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pamasahe lang dala ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;may&lt;/span&gt; 35 pesos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pala akong nahanap sa aking&lt;/span&gt; wallet &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at naibili ng inumin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nilibre din pala kami ni&lt;/span&gt; Lawrence &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ng Palamig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galing ng &lt;/span&gt;SFY Band.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe may &lt;/span&gt;fans&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; na sila agad dun sa first show nila sa &lt;/span&gt;stage one&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Girls and gays&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*wink*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hay naku! Pero dun sa&lt;/span&gt; show &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nila sa&lt;/span&gt; stage four, people were so rude!&lt;br /&gt;Grr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sabihin ba namang "Laos! Laos!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tss.&lt;br /&gt;They're my batchmates and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hindi niyo sila pwede ganunin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hmpf!&lt;br /&gt;As if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naman magaling kayo&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;Wait, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mali pala&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;As if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naman may banda kayo&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Magaling ang banda ng&lt;/span&gt; batch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;namin&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pag sila sumikat huwag na huwag kayo manonood ng&lt;/span&gt; gig &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nila&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Hmpf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nung tapos na ba naman sila tumugtog, nag&lt;/span&gt;-cheer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yung mga tao, ang saya saya nila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parang nang-aasar. Nang-aasar pala talaga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anyway, here are some pictures taken from the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;The SFY Band (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hindi naman makita si&lt;/span&gt; Eph!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RjbK8sPEYxI/AAAAAAAAAdM/JudOHPQH8sQ/s1600-h/bangusfest+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RjbK8sPEYxI/AAAAAAAAAdM/JudOHPQH8sQ/s400/bangusfest+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059454375412654866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Kumanta si Ken..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RjbK88PEYyI/AAAAAAAAAdU/dqMt3T_2O_k/s1600-h/bangusfest+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RjbK88PEYyI/AAAAAAAAAdU/dqMt3T_2O_k/s400/bangusfest+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059454379707622178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Si Eph...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RjbJ48PEYtI/AAAAAAAAAcs/_m4rWBFj_E0/s1600-h/bangusfest+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RjbJ48PEYtI/AAAAAAAAAcs/_m4rWBFj_E0/s400/bangusfest+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059453211476517586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Si Ken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RjbJ5MPEYuI/AAAAAAAAAc0/KUmmsd6zteg/s1600-h/bangusfest+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RjbJ5MPEYuI/AAAAAAAAAc0/KUmmsd6zteg/s400/bangusfest+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059453215771484898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Si Aries...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RjbJ5cPEYvI/AAAAAAAAAc8/IAkOmi6tlhs/s1600-h/bangusfest+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RjbJ5cPEYvI/AAAAAAAAAc8/IAkOmi6tlhs/s400/bangusfest+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059453220066452210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Si Lloyd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RjbJ5sPEYwI/AAAAAAAAAdE/rH1bSRPjKQ4/s1600-h/bangusfest+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RjbJ5sPEYwI/AAAAAAAAAdE/rH1bSRPjKQ4/s400/bangusfest+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059453224361419522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hanille, Kimi, and me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RjbH1MPEYsI/AAAAAAAAAck/YbJNJrlVG44/s1600-h/bangusfest+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RjbH1MPEYsI/AAAAAAAAAck/YbJNJrlVG44/s400/bangusfest+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059450948028752578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ma'am Ivy was there, too!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RjbHKMPEYqI/AAAAAAAAAcU/8PQ8LJaXpD0/s1600-h/bangusfest+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RjbHKMPEYqI/AAAAAAAAAcU/8PQ8LJaXpD0/s400/bangusfest+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059450209294377634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Grabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;! My tootsies were so tired.&lt;br /&gt;Until now, it hurts still.&lt;br /&gt;What I've learned?&lt;br /&gt;If you will be attending a big event, remember to wear comfy clothes.&lt;br /&gt;A shirt, pants and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;rubber shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; is the best get up.&lt;br /&gt;Sure! It's nice to dress up but the best is to be comfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; wear sexy clothes! Especially because there are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;manyaks sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; events &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;na ganito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Tapos makikipagsiksikan ka pa baka matsansingan ka pa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eew!&lt;br /&gt;Bring water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Para makatipid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do take a bath after the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like Cinderella, I went home at midnight (well, five minutes past midnight, actually).&lt;br /&gt;T'was my first time to attend the Bangus Fest but it didn't turn out to be great!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;I went there just to see my friends and to watch the SFY band, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;The things I do----is always for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;.zsuj.&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/8129496577641413214-5262437942768489200?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/5262437942768489200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=5262437942768489200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/5262437942768489200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/5262437942768489200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/05/first-timer-in-bangus-fest.html' title='A First Timer In The Bangus Fest'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RjbVisPEYzI/AAAAAAAAAdc/9T4vmxNrYgA/s72-c/bangusfest+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-3686454877767680242</id><published>2007-04-29T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T22:30:28.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After A Month...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Today is April 29, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to express what I feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;One month ago, my papa went home from Russia.&lt;br /&gt;For a month, we spent time together with my brother.&lt;br /&gt;We went to a lot of places and did things together.&lt;br /&gt;We attented the wedding anniversary of my Papa Joey (uncle) and Mama Myla (aunt), we went to Manila to arrange everything in my dorm, paid for whatever fees we need to pay, we had a foodtrip(jollibee, mcdo, 7eleven), we went to Araneta Coliseum to sleep, we went to the airport, we went to Vigan, we ate our lunch at Goldilock's, we watched Wild Hogs at City Mall, ate our dinner at Chowking, etc.&lt;br /&gt;And now, he left me again...like always.&lt;br /&gt;It's not that he wants to leave me here.&lt;br /&gt;It's just that, he must.&lt;br /&gt;He works abroad.&lt;br /&gt;I know he wants us to be with him in Canada but my mama won't allow us.&lt;br /&gt;For almost 17 years, I've been living this way.&lt;br /&gt;Living alone...alone meaning without a parent by my side.&lt;br /&gt;My parents separated when I was 6 or 7 years old.&lt;br /&gt;My mama's in Manila, my papa's not living here in the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, my papa's in Singapore, Russia, Korea, Canada, etc.&lt;br /&gt;He can go anywhere because of his job.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm left here in my granparents' house with my tita, tito, cousins and sometimes with my grandparents (if they're not in San Diego).&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I'm complaining or something...It's just that I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm used being left alone but I really don't know why I'm feeling sad.&lt;br /&gt;After a month, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ako naman ang aalis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be leaving Calasiao and Dagupan.&lt;br /&gt;I have to start a new life away from my home, away from my family, away from my friends, away from people I know and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soon...I'll be alone.&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="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Seniors 2007 is already a graduate from high school for a month.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't explain how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;It feels weird thinking that I won't be going to the same school by June.&lt;br /&gt;There's a funny feeling inside me thinking that I won't see the same people when classes start.&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how I pretend I'm happy and excited to be in college.&lt;br /&gt;Sure! I will be studying in my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dream&lt;/span&gt; school but is this what I really want?&lt;br /&gt;I know that there are perks in being in Ateneo.&lt;br /&gt;A chance to meet new people and gain experiences.&lt;br /&gt;A chance to live in a different place alone.&lt;br /&gt;A chance to be different from the person I am way back in high school, meaning I get to change some of the bad characteristics I possess and turn over into a new leaf.&lt;br /&gt;A chance to forget about the bad things that had happen during my high school days.&lt;br /&gt;A chance to start a new life (and maybe a new me).&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess it's a nice idea.&lt;br /&gt;Change is such a big word, though.&lt;br /&gt;The result of change may either be good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;In order for me to have these kind of changes in my life, I need to sacrifice some things.&lt;br /&gt;Things I love.&lt;br /&gt;Things I am used to have by my side.&lt;br /&gt;Like the daily routine I had when I was still in high school&lt;br /&gt;Gone were the days when we were reading the exciting stories of Ibong Adarna, Florante at Laura, Crisostomo Ibarra, Maria Clara and other characters we've met in Filipino.&lt;br /&gt;Gone were the days when we enjoyed meeting the different gods and goddesses, epic heroes, Julius Caesar, Macbeth, Romeo and Juliet, Little Women and Little Men, Robert Langdon and Sophie Neveu of Da Vinci Code in Literature.&lt;br /&gt;Gone were the days when we were struggling to memorize the different terms in Earth Science and Biology, Periodic Table in Chemistry, terms and formulas in Physics.&lt;br /&gt;Gone were the days when we were hard up tackling the mindbleeding problems in Basic Math, Algebra, Geometry, Statistics, Business Math, Trigonometry, College Algebra and Calculus.&lt;br /&gt;Gone were the days when we were cooking, sewing, and doing other arts and crafts in HE.&lt;br /&gt;Gone were the days when we were analyzing how to draw our seatworks, quizzes and exams of Mr. Revota's Drawing class.&lt;br /&gt;Gone were the days when we were memorizing different terms in sports and less application in PE.&lt;br /&gt;Gone were the days when we were agonozing on how to write the perfect sentence/article/story/essay/term paper in Grammar, Journalism, Research and Creative Writing.&lt;br /&gt;Gone were the days when we were singing and studying different musical instruments/composers/singers in Music.&lt;br /&gt;Gone were the days of Microsoft Powerpoint, HTML, and Typing Lessons in Computer class.&lt;br /&gt;Gone were the days when we met the Spaniards in Philippine History, when we learned yoga and tai chi in Asian History, when we learned more about world history in third year, and how the government works in  Economics.&lt;br /&gt;Gone were the days when we realized how God loves us and how he wants us to live life the way he did in Values.&lt;br /&gt;Gone were the days learning about the different diseases and cures in Health.&lt;br /&gt;Gone were the kulitan, tambayan and kwentuhan after class.&lt;br /&gt;Gone were the "cheese"misan in the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;Gone were the tiring cheering practices and yet we didn't even end up as champions not even in our Senior year (though, I know we did our best).&lt;br /&gt;Gone were the days of prom practices and the kilig event itself---the prom.&lt;br /&gt;Gone were the fun-filled field trips, great christmas parties, cool pep week and boring student assemblies.&lt;br /&gt;Gone were the days of spiritual renewal during recollections and retreat.&lt;br /&gt;Gone were the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awayan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tawanan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kopyahan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;asaran&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;iyakan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is gone.&lt;br /&gt;For college will be a lot more exhausting, more stressful, and more serious.&lt;br /&gt;I can't be pa-easy easy lang.&lt;br /&gt;High school is waaaay different from college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hindi ko na siguro&lt;/span&gt; afford &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ang mag&lt;/span&gt;-mall during hell week.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike high school, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaya ko pangmaka&lt;/span&gt;-perfect &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; exam &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kahit na nasa&lt;/span&gt; mall &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ako&lt;/span&gt; with friends the day before.&lt;br /&gt;More responsibilities &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pa sa&lt;/span&gt; college since I should be taking care of myself &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;No one to prepare my breakfast and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baon&lt;/span&gt; during schooldays.&lt;br /&gt;No more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tita&lt;/span&gt; to take care of my needs especially when I am sick.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it will be a goodbye to everything and everyone I love.&lt;br /&gt;But this I tell you----goodbye doesn't mean we won't meet again. It also doesn't mean forever.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye as always means "until we meet again".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.zsuj.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&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/8129496577641413214-3686454877767680242?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/3686454877767680242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=3686454877767680242' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/3686454877767680242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/3686454877767680242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/04/after-month.html' title='After A Month...'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-5567279622811895585</id><published>2007-04-27T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T23:09:22.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is A Little Bit Twisted Ain't It?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cleophine fetched me at our house and went to ESDC to get our diplomas and graduation pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wisdom people should have their reunion but only six wisedumbs showed up (including me).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We should be at school by 9 am but only Cleo and I were there at the shed of ESDC by that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;While we were waiting, Sev arrived so we asked him to be with us while waiting for the others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kimi arrived at around 10 am, followed by Karlo after an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We got our diplomas and grad pics before leaving the school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Aww. I miss Ms. Calicdan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She was the one who gave our grad pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We had a little chit-chat and left afterwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Karlo bought an ESDC envelope for each of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Thanks &lt;em&gt;nga pala.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Karlo and Sev paid for our CSI Lucao jeepney fair, too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Thanks again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;At Mcdo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I ordered: burger+ Mcfloat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cleophine: Mcfloat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Severino: Mcfloat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We ate at the foodcourt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheese dito. Cheese doon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bonding time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sometimes, when the topic is USTe, I can't relate ( I think even Kaloi can't).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well, with a 3:1:1 ratio, I can't relate &lt;em&gt;talaga!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3 Tigers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1 Eagle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1 SLU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We texted Justine Bianan and Ronellyn if they would still go to the mall but they weren't replying to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So we thought they won't come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We decided to go to Kimi's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We had cookies and cream ice treat + juice + water for our merienda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We watched ---- uhm, I forgot the title of the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Basta&lt;/em&gt;, I was kind of bored with the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I was sleepy &lt;em&gt;nga eh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So, &lt;em&gt;ayun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But I did have my own movie to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kimi and Cleo knows what that movie was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sumunod din sina&lt;/em&gt; Bianan&lt;em&gt; at&lt;/em&gt; Ronellyn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nauna umalis sina&lt;/em&gt; Kaloi &lt;em&gt;at&lt;/em&gt; Sev.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We watched a little bit of the Material Girls and left Kimi's house (plus our diploma) at around 5 pm, I think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I had fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I thought I will leave Calasiao and Dagupan without seeing them once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I thought the last time I will ever see them was during our graduation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But &lt;strong&gt;God is good.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I am happy and sad at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Alyssa's quote explains it well:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"It's so damn hard to deal with emotions &lt;strong&gt;when you want&lt;/strong&gt; to touch someone &lt;strong&gt;but you can't&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There's nothing you can do about it. No matter how hard you try to distract yourself, how you try to smile and laugh it out, it still comes to that point where you find yourself alone in your room. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Forgive me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My life is twisted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.zsuj.&lt;/strong&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/8129496577641413214-5567279622811895585?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/5567279622811895585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=5567279622811895585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/5567279622811895585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/5567279622811895585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/04/life-is-little-bit-twisted-aint-it.html' title='Life Is A Little Bit Twisted Ain&apos;t It?'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-1186842231443177720</id><published>2007-04-26T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T20:33:49.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All About Being Pinoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I surfed the net and compiled articles about Filipinos and/or the Philippines. I don't know. I just feel like doing it. Maybe it's a way for me to show how much I love the Philippines and it's people. It's the least thing I can do for now since I can't vote yet. Read on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;Noypits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt; ka ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Sabi &lt;span id="lw_1177584117_0" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; height: 1em;"&gt;MO&lt;/span&gt; , ang gobyerno natin ay palpak.&lt;br /&gt;Sabi &lt;span id="lw_1177584117_1" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; height: 1em;"&gt;MO&lt;/span&gt; , ang mga batas natin ay sinauna.&lt;br /&gt;Sabi &lt;span id="lw_1177584117_2" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; height: 1em;"&gt;MO&lt;/span&gt; , ang lokal na pamahalaan natin ay hindi&lt;br /&gt;maganda ang pagkolekta ng basura at ang paglilinis ng&lt;br /&gt;mga lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Sabi &lt;span id="lw_1177584117_3" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; height: 1em;"&gt;MO&lt;/span&gt; , hindi gumagana ang mga telepono, katatawanan&lt;br /&gt;ang kalagayan ng trapiko, at hindi nakakarating sa&lt;br /&gt;paroroonan ang mga sulat.&lt;br /&gt;Sabi &lt;span id="lw_1177584117_4" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; height: 1em;"&gt;MO&lt;/span&gt; , parang nasadlak sa basura ang ating buong&lt;br /&gt;bansa.&lt;br /&gt;Sabi Mo , sabi &lt;span id="lw_1177584117_5" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; height: 1em;"&gt;MO&lt;/span&gt;, sabi &lt;span id="lw_1177584117_6" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; height: 1em;"&gt;MO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ano'ng ginagawa mo tungkol dito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumuha ka ng isang taong papunta sa &lt;span id="lw_1177584117_7" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; cursor: pointer; height: 1em;"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt; . Bigyan&lt;br /&gt;mo sya ng pangalan, yung sa IYO. Bigyan &lt;span id="lw_1177584117_8" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; cursor: pointer; height: 1em;"&gt;MO&lt;/span&gt; sya ng&lt;br /&gt;mukha, yung sa IYO. Lumabas KA sa airport nang&lt;br /&gt;pinakamatino mong sarili na maipagmamalaki sa mundo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa &lt;span id="lw_1177584117_9" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; height: 1em;"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt; Hindi KA nagtatapon ng upos ng sigarilyo&lt;br /&gt;sa kalye. Ipinagmamalaki &lt;span id="lw_1177584117_10" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; height: 1em;"&gt;MO&lt;/span&gt; ang magaganda nilang&lt;br /&gt;underpass. Nagbabayad KA ng mga 60 pesos para&lt;br /&gt;makapagmaneho sa Orchard Road (parang EDSA) mula alas&lt;br /&gt;5 hanggang alas 8 ng gabi. Bumalik KA sa parking lot&lt;br /&gt;para bayaran ang parking tiket mo kung napasobra ka ng&lt;br /&gt;oras sa shopping o sa pagkain sa isang restaurant. Sa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="lw_1177584117_11" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; height: 1em;"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt; , wala KAng sinasabi, meron ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi &lt;span id="lw_1177584117_12" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; height: 1em;"&gt;MO&lt;/span&gt; susubukang kumain sa lantad kapag &lt;span id="lw_1177584117_13" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; height: 1em;"&gt;Ramadan&lt;/span&gt; sa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="lw_1177584117_14" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; height: 1em;"&gt;Dubai&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;Hindi &lt;span id="lw_1177584117_15" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; height: 1em;"&gt;MO&lt;/span&gt; susubukang lumabas ng bahay na walang takip&lt;br /&gt;ang mukha sa &lt;span id="lw_1177584117_16" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; height: 1em;"&gt;Jeddah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi &lt;span id="lw_1177584117_17" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; height: 1em;"&gt;MO&lt;/span&gt; susubukang lagyan ang isang empleyado ng&lt;br /&gt;kumpanya ng telepono sa &lt;span id="lw_1177584117_18" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; height: 1em;"&gt;London&lt;/span&gt; para mapunta sa ibang&lt;br /&gt;tao ang mga long distance na tawag mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi &lt;span id="lw_1177584117_19" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; height: 1em;"&gt;MO&lt;/span&gt; susubukang lumampas ng 90 kilometers per hour&lt;br /&gt;sa &lt;span id="lw_1177584117_20" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; height: 1em;"&gt;Washington&lt;/span&gt;, at saka sasabihin sa pulis "Alam mo&lt;br /&gt;kung sino ako?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit di &lt;span id="lw_1177584117_21" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; height: 1em;"&gt;MO&lt;/span&gt; subukang dumura o magtapon ng upos ng&lt;br /&gt;sigarilyo o balat ng kendi sa mga kalye sa &lt;span id="lw_1177584117_22" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; cursor: pointer; height: 1em;"&gt;Tokyo&lt;/span&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit hindi &lt;span id="lw_1177584117_23" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; height: 1em;"&gt;MO&lt;/span&gt; subukang bumili ng pekeng mga papeles&lt;br /&gt;sa &lt;span id="lw_1177584117_24" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; height: 1em;"&gt;Boston&lt;/span&gt; tulad ng ginagawa sa Recto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinag-uusapan pa rin natin IKAW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IKAW na gumagalang at sumusunod sa patakarang banyaga&lt;br /&gt;sa ibang bansa pero hindi makasunod sa sarili mong&lt;br /&gt;lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IKAW na tapon ng tapon sa kalye pagtuntong mo pa lang&lt;br /&gt;sa lupa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung IKAW ay nakikisalamuha at pumupuri ng systema sa&lt;br /&gt;bansang banyaga, bakit hindi KA maging ganyan sa&lt;br /&gt;Pilipinas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan sa isang panayam, ang dating Subic&lt;br /&gt;Administrator na si Gordon ay may katwiran ng sinabi&lt;br /&gt;nyang "Ang mga aso ng mayayaman ay pinalalakad at&lt;br /&gt;pinadudumi ng may-ari sa kalye, tapos sila mismo ang&lt;br /&gt;pumupuna sa may katungkulan sa kapalpakan sa&lt;br /&gt;paglilinis ng mga kalye. Ano ang gusto nilang gawin ng&lt;br /&gt;mga may katungkulan? Magwalis tuwing makakaramdam ng&lt;br /&gt;hindi maganda sa tiyan ang kanilang alaga?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa America , bawat may-ari ng alaga ay dapat maglinis&lt;br /&gt;matapos ang pagdumi ng aso. Ganuon din sa &lt;span id="lw_1177584117_25" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; height: 1em;"&gt;Japan&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gagawin ba ng mga Pilipino yun dito? &lt;span id="lw_1177584117_26" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; cursor: pointer; height: 1em;"&gt;Tama&lt;/span&gt; sya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumupunta tayo sa botohan para pumili ng gobyerno at&lt;br /&gt;pagkatapos nuon ay tinatanggal na natin sa sarili ang&lt;br /&gt;responsibilidad. Uupo tayo sa isang tabi at&lt;br /&gt;paghihintay ng pagkalinga at umaasa na gagawin ng&lt;br /&gt;gobyerno ang lahat habang wala tayong iniaalay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umaasa tayo sa pamahalaan na maglinis, ngunit hindi&lt;br /&gt;naman tayo titigil sa pagtatapon ng basura sa kung&lt;br /&gt;saan-saan, at ni hindi tayo pupulot ng anumang piraso&lt;br /&gt;ng papel para itapon sa basurahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagdating sa mga panlipunang talakayin tulad nang&lt;br /&gt;hindi pagiging tapat sa kasal, sa mga dalagang ina, sa&lt;br /&gt;pagtatalik ng walang basbas ng kasal, at iba pa,&lt;br /&gt;maingay tayong nagpoprotesta ngunit patuloy naman&lt;br /&gt;nating ginagawa ang mga ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa sandaling tayo ay mangulila kapag &lt;span id="lw_1177584117_27" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; cursor: pointer; height: 1em;"&gt;nasa&lt;/span&gt; labas tayo&lt;br /&gt;ng bansa, naghahanap tayo ng aliw sa iba, kadalasan sa&lt;br /&gt;kapwa rin natin Pilipino, na hindi natin iniisip ang&lt;br /&gt;ating katungkulan na ating sinumpaan sa ating pamilya&lt;br /&gt;nuong narito pa tayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos sinisisi natin ang pamahalaan kapag nakikita&lt;br /&gt;natin ang karahasan sa kabataan, pagkagumon sa bawal&lt;br /&gt;na gamot, at iba pa, samantalang sinimulan natin&lt;br /&gt;ito sa hindi pagpansin sa pangangailangan ng ating mga&lt;br /&gt;anak ng tunay na pag-gabay at responsibilidad ng isang&lt;br /&gt;magulang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang sabi natin, "Ang buong sistema ang kailangang&lt;br /&gt;magbago. Ano ang magagawa kung ako lang ang&lt;br /&gt;magpapabago sa aking pamilya?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sino ang magbabago ng sistema?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano ba ang mga sankap ng sistema? Napakaginhawa sa&lt;br /&gt;atin na ang sistema ay binubuo ng ating mga&lt;br /&gt;kapitbahay, mga ibang tahanan, ibang syudad, ibang&lt;br /&gt;komunidad, at ang pamahalaan. Pero hindi kasama IKAW&lt;br /&gt;at AKO. Pagdating sa ating pagkakaroon ng positibong&lt;br /&gt;handog sa sistema, ikinakandado natin ang sarili, pati&lt;br /&gt;na ang ating pamilya sa loob ng isang ligtas na pugad&lt;br /&gt;at tumatanaw na lang tayo sa malayong mga lugar at&lt;br /&gt;bansa at naghihintay ng isang Mr. Clean na dumating at&lt;br /&gt;maghatid na mga himala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O lumilikas tayo. Parang mga tamad na duwag na hindi&lt;br /&gt;pinatatahimik ng ating mga takot, tumatakbo tayo sa&lt;br /&gt;Amerika upang makisalo sa kanilang luwalhati at&lt;br /&gt;purihin sa kanilang sistema. Pero pag naging&lt;br /&gt;masalimuot sa &lt;span id="lw_1177584117_28" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; height: 1em;"&gt;New York&lt;/span&gt; tatakbo tayo sa &lt;span id="lw_1177584117_29" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; cursor: pointer; height: 1em;"&gt;Japan&lt;/span&gt; o&lt;br /&gt;Hongkong. Pag nagkahirapan ang paghanap ng trabaho sa&lt;br /&gt;Hongkong, sakay agad tayo sa susunod na eroplano&lt;br /&gt;patungong Gitnang Silangan. Pag may digmaan sa Gulf,&lt;br /&gt;inaasahan nating masagip at mapauwi ng Gobyernong&lt;br /&gt;Pilipino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lahat ay handang umabuso at gumahasa sa bansa. Walang&lt;br /&gt;nag-iisip na handugan ang sistema. Ang konsyensya&lt;br /&gt;natin ay nakasanla sa pera. Mga mahal kong kababayan,&lt;br /&gt;ang sulating ito ay matinding nakakakislot ng isipan,&lt;br /&gt;nangangailangan ng maraming pagmumuni-muni, at&lt;br /&gt;tumutusok din sa konsyensya. Medyo inuulit ko lang&lt;br /&gt;ayon sa ating salita ang mga salita ni John&lt;br /&gt;..F.Kennedy sa kanyang kabansa upang maitugma sa ating&lt;br /&gt;mga Pilipino:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Itanong natin kung ano ang magagawa natin sa ating&lt;br /&gt;bansang Pilipinas at gawin ang nararapat upang ang&lt;br /&gt;Pilipinas ay maging tulad ng Amerika at ibang&lt;br /&gt;kanlurang bansa ngayon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawin natin kung ano ang kailangan ng Pilipinas sa&lt;br /&gt;atin. Ipasa ito sa lahat ng Pilipino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;100 VERY PINOY THINGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Merienda. Where else but in the Philippinesis it normal to eat five times a day?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;2. Sawsawan. Assorted sauces that guarantee freedom of choice, enough room for experimentation and maximum tolerance for diverse tastes. Favorites: toyo't calamansi, suka at sili, patis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;3. Kuwan (Kwan), ano. At a loss for words? Try these and marvel at how Pinoys understand exactly what you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;4. Pinoy humour and irreverence. If you're api and you know it, crack a joke. Nothing personal, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;5. Tingi. Thank goodness for small entrepreneurs. Where else can we buy cigarettes, soap, condiments and life's essentials in small affordable amounts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;6. Spirituality. Even before the Spaniards came, ethnic tribes had their own anitos, bathalas and assorted deities, pointing to a strong relationship with the Creator, who or whatever it may be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;7. Po, opo, mano po. Speech suffixes that define courtesy, deference, filial respect--a balm to the spirit in these aggressive times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;8. Pasalubong. Our way of sharing the vicarious thrills and delights of a trip, and a wonderful excuse to shop without the customary guilt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;9. Beaches! With 7000 plus islands, we have miles and miles of shoreline piled high with fine white sand, lapped by warm waters, and nibbled by exotic tropical fish. From the stormy seas of Batanes to the emerald isles of Palawan--over here, life is truly a beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;10. Bagoong. Darkly mysterious, this smelly fish or shrimp paste typifies the underlying theme of most ethnic foods: disgustingly unhygienic, unbearably stinky and simply irresistible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;11. Bayanihan. Yes, the internationally-renowned dance company, but also this habit of pitching in still common in small communities. Just have that cold beer and some pulutan ready for the troops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;12. The Balikbayan box. Another way of sharing life's bounty, no matter if it seems like we're fleeing Pol Pot everytime we head home from anywhere in the globe. The most wonderful part is that, more often than not, the contents are carted home to be distributed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;13. Pilipino komiks. Not to mention "Hiwaga," "Aliwan," "Tagalog Classics," "Liwayway" and "Bulaklak" magazines. Pulpy publications that gave us Darna, Facifica Falayfay, Lagalag, Kulafu, Kenkoy, Dyesebel, characters of a time both innocent and worldly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;14. Folk songs. They come unbidden and spring, full blown, like a second language, at the slightest nudge from the too-loud stereo of a passing jeepney or tricycle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;15. Fiesta. Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow is just another day, shrugs the poor man who, once a year, honors a patron saint with this sumptuous, no-holds-barred spread. It's a Pinoy celebration at its pious and riotous best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;16. Aswang, manananggal, kapre. The whole underworld of Filipino lower class mythology recalls our uniquely bizarre childhood, that is, before political correctness kicked in. Still, their rich adventures pepper our storytelling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;17. Jeepneys. Colorful, fast, reckless, a vehicle of postwar Pinoy ingenuity, this Everyman's communal cadillac makes for a cheap, interesting ride. If the driver's a daredevil (as they usually are), hang on to your seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;18. Dinuguan. Blood stew, a bloodcurdling idea, until you try it with puto. Best when mined with jalapeno peppers. Messy but delicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;19. Santacruzan. More than just a beauty contest, this one has religious overtones, a tableau of St. Helena's and Constantine's search for the Cross that seamlessly blends piety, pageantry and ritual. Plus, it's the perfect excuse to show off the prettiest ladies--and the most beautiful gowns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;20. Balut. Unhatched duck's embryo, another unspeakable ethnic food to outsiders, but oh, to indulge in guilty pleasures! Sprinkle some salt and suck out that soup, with gusto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;21. Pakidala or padala. A personalized door-to-door remittance and delivery system for overseas Filipino workers who don't trust the banking system, and who expect a family update from the courier, as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;22. Choc-nut. Crumbly peanut chocolate bars that defined childhood ecstasy before M &amp; M's and Hershey's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;23. Kamayan style. To eat with one's hand and eschew spoon, fork and table manners--ah, heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;24. Chicharon. Pork, fish or chicken crackling. There is in the crunch a hint of the extravagant, the decadent and the pedestrian. Perfect with vinegar, sublime with beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;25. Pinoy hospitality. Just about everyone gets a hearty "Kain tayo!" invitation to break bread with whoever has food to share, no matter how skimpy or austere it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;26. Adobo, kare-kare, sinigang and other lutong bahay stuff. Home-cooked meals that have the stamp of approval from several generations, who swear by closely-guarded cooking secrets and family recipes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;27. Lola Basyang. The voice one heard spinning tales over the radio, before movies and television curtailed imagination and defined grown-up tastes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;28. Pambahay. Home is where one can let it all hang out, where clothes do not make a man or woman but rather define their level of comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Tricycle and trisikad, the poor Pinoy's taxicab that delivers you at your doorstep for as little as P3, with a complimentary dusting of polluted air. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;30. Dirty ice cream. Very Pinoy flavors that make up for the risk: munggo, langka, ube, mais, keso, macapuno. Plus there's the colorful cart that recalls jeepney art. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;31. Yayas. The trusted Filipino nanny who, ironically, has become a major Philippine export as overseas contract workers. A good one is almost like a surrogate parent--if you don't mind the accent and the predilection for afternoon soap and movie stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Sarsi. Pinoy root beer, the enduring taste of childhood. Our grandfathers had them with an egg beaten in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;33. Pinoy fruits. Atis, guyabano, chesa, mabolo, lanzones, durian, langka, makopa, dalanghita, siniguelas, suha, chico, papaya, singkamas--the possibilities are endless! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;34. Filipino celebrities. Movie stars, broadcasters, beauty queens, public officials, all-around controversial figures: Aurora Pijuan, Cardinal Sin, Carlos P. Romulo, Charito Solis, Cory Aquino, Emilio Aguinaldo, the Eraserheads, Fidel V. Ramos, Francis Magalona, Gloria Diaz, Manuel L. Quezon, Margie Moran, Melanie Marquez, Monsour del Rosario, Ninoy Aquino, Nora Aunor, Vilma Santos, Pitoy Moreno, Ramon Magsysay, Richard Gomez, San Lorenzo Ruiz, Sharon Cuneta, Gemma Cruz, Erap, Tiya Dely, Mel and Jay, Gary V. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;35. World class Pinoys who put us on the global map: Lea Salonga, Paeng Nepomuceno, Eugene Torre, Luisito Espinosa, Lydia de Vega-Mercado, Jocelyn Enriquez, Elma Muros, Onyok Velasco, Efren "Bata" Reyes, Lilia Calderon-Clemente, Loida Nicolas-Lewis, Josie Natori.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;36. Pinoy tastes. A dietitian's nightmare: too sweet, too salty, too fatty, as in burong talangka, itlog na maalat, crab fat (aligue), bokayo, kutchinta, sapin-sapin, halo-halo, pastilyas, palitaw, pulburon, longganisa, tuyo, ensaymada, ube haleya, sweetened macapuno and garbanzos. Remember, we're the guys who put sugar &amp; franks (horrors) in our spaghetti sauce. Yum! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;37. The sights. Banaue Rice Terraces, Boracay, Bohol's Chocolate Hills, Corregidor Island, Fort Santiago, the Hundred Islands, the Las Pinas Bamboo Organ, Rizal Park, Mt. Banahaw, Mayon Volcano, Taal Volcano. A land of contrasts and ever-changing landscapes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;38. Gayuma, agimat and anting-anting. Love potions and amulets. How the socially-disadvantaged Pinoy copes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;39. Barangay Ginebra, Jaworski, PBA, MBA and basketball. How the vertically-challenged Pinoy compensates, via a national sports obsession that reduces fans to tears and fistfights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;40. People Power at EDSA. When everyone became a hero and changed Philippine history overnight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;41. San Miguel Beer and pulutan. "Isa pa nga!" and the Philippines' most popular, world-renowned beer goes well with peanuts, corniks, tapa, chicharon, usa, barbecue, sisig, and all manner of spicy, crunchy and cholesterol-rich chasers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;42. Resiliency. We've survived 400 years of Spanish rule, the US bases, Marcos, the 1990 earthquake, lahar, lambada, Robin Padilla, and Tamagochi. We survived Erap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;43. Yoyo. Truly Filipino in origin, this hunting tool, weapon, toy and merchandising vehicle remains the best way to "walk the dog" and "rock the baby," using just a piece of string. 44. Pinoy games: Pabitin, palosebo, basagan ng palayok. A few basic rules make individual cunning and persistence a premium, and guarantee a good time for all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;45. Ninoy Aquino. For saying that "the Filipino is worth dying for,'' and proving it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;46. Balagtasan. The verbal joust that brings out rhyme, reason and passion on a public stage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;47. Tabo. All-powerful, ever-useful, hygienically-triumphant device to scoop water out of a bucket and help the true Pinoy answer nature's call. Helps maintain our famously stringent toilet habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Pandesal. Despite its shrinking size, still a good buy. Goes well with any filling, best when hot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;49. Jollibee. Truly Pinoy in taste and sensibility, and a corporate icon that we can be quite proud of. Do you know that it's invaded the Middle East as well? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;50. The butanding, the dolphins and other creatures in our blessed waters. They're Pinoys, too, and they're here to stay. Now if some folks would just stop turning them into daing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;51. Pakikisama. It's what makes people stay longer at parties, have another drink, join pals in sickness and health. You can get dead drunk and still make it home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;52. Sing-a-long. Filipinos love to sing, and thank God a lot of us do it well! 53. Kayumanggi. Neither pale nor dark, our skin tone is beautifully healthy, the color of a rich earth or a mahogany tree growing towards the sun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;54. Hand-woven cloth and native weaves. Colorful, environment-friendly alternatives to polyester that feature skillful workmanship and a rich indigenous culture behind every thread. From the pinukpok of the north to the malong of the south, it's the fiber of who we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Movies. Still the cheapest form of entertainment, especially if you watch the same movie several times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;56. Bahala na. We cope with uncertainty by embracing it, and are thus enabled to play life by ear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;57. Papaitan. An offal stew flavored with bile, admittedly an acquired taste, but pointing to our national ability to acquire a taste for almost anything. 58. English. Whether carabao or Arr-neoww-accented, it doubles our chances in the global marketplace. 59. The Press. Irresponsible, sensational, often inaccurate, but still the liveliest in Asia. Otherwise, we'd all be glued to TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Divisoria. Smelly, crowded, a pickpocket's paradise, but you can get anything here, often at rock-bottom prices. The sensory overload is a bonus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;61. Barong Tagalog. Enables men to look formal and dignified without having to strangle themselves with a necktie. Worn well, it makes any ordinary Juan look marvelously makisig (good-looking).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Filipinas. They make the best friends, lovers, and wives. Too bad they can't say the same for Filipinos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;63. Filipinos. So maybe they're bolero and macho with an occasional streak of generic infidelity; they do know how to make a woman feel like one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;64. Catholicism. What fun would sin be without guilt? Jesus Christ is firmly planted on Philippine soil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;65. Dolphy. Our favorite, ultra-durable comedian gives the beleaguered Pinoy everyman an odd dignity, even in drag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;66. Style. Something we often prefer over substance. But every Filipino claims it as a birthright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;67. Bad taste. Clear plastic covers on the vinyl-upholstered sofa, posters of poker-playing dogs masquerading as art, over-accessorized jeepneys and altars--the list is endless, and wealth only seems to magnify it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;68. Mangoes. Crisp and tart, or lusciously ripe, they evoke memories of family outings and endless sunshine in a heart-shaped package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Unbridled optimism. Why we rank so low on the suicide scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;70. Street food. Barbecue, lugaw, banana-cue, fishballs, IUD (chicken entrails), adidas (chicken feet), warm taho. Forget hepatitis; here's cheap, tasty food with gritty ambience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;71. The siesta. Snoozing in the middle of the day is smart, not lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Honorifics and courteous titles: Kuya, ate, diko, ditse, ineng, totoy, Ingkong, Aling, Mang, etc. No exact English translation, but these words connote respect, deference and the value placed on kinship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Heroes and people who stood up for truth and freedom. Lapu-lapu started it all, and other heroes and revolutionaries followed: Diego Silang, Macario Sakay, Jose Rizal, Andres Bonifacio, Apolinario Mabini, Melchora Aquino, Gregorio del Pilar, Gabriela Silang, Miguel Malvar, Francisco Balagtas, Juan Luna, Marcelo H. del Pilar, Panday Pira, Emilio Jacinto, Raha Suliman, Antonio Luna, Gomburza, Emilio Aguinaldo, the heroes of Bataan and Corregidor, Pepe Diokno, Satur Ocampo, Dean Armando alay, Evelio Javier, Ninoy Aquino, Lola Rosa and other comfort women ho spoke up, honest cabbie Emilio Advincula, Rona Mahilum, the women lawyers who didn't let Jalosjos get away with rape. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;74. Flora and fauna. The sea cow (dugong), the tarsier, calamian deer, bearcat, Philippine eagle, sampaguita, ilang-ilang, camia, pandan, the creatures that make our archipelago unique. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;75. Pilipino songs, OPM and composers. "Ama Namin," "Lupang Hinirang," "Gaano Ko Ikaw Kamahal," "Ngayon at Kailanman," "Anak," "Handog,""Hindi Kita Malilimutan," "Ang Pasko ay Sumapit"; Ryan Cayabyab, George Canseco, Restie Umali, Levi Celerio, Manuel Francisco, Freddie Aguilar, and Florante--living examples of our musical gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Metro Aides. They started out as Imelda Marcos' groupies, but have gallantly proven their worth. Against all odds, they continuously prove that cleanliness is next to godliness--especially when those darned political candidates' posters have to be scraped off the face of Manila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Sari-sari store. There's one in every corner, offering everything from bananas and floor wax to Band-Aid and bakya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Philippine National Red Cross. PAWS. Caritas. Fund drives. They help us help each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;79. Favorite TV shows through the years: "Tawag ng Tanghalan," "John and Marsha," "Champoy," "Ryan, Ryan Musikahan," "Kuwarta o Kahon," "Public Forum/Lives," "Student Canteen," "Eat Bulaga." In the age of inane variety shows, they have redeemed Philippine television. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;80. Quirks of language that can drive crazy any tourist listening in: "Bababa ba?" "Bababa!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;81. "Sayang!" "Naman!" "Kadiri!" "Ano ba!?" "pala." Expressions that defy translation but wring out feelings genuinely Pinoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Cockfighting. Filipino men love it more than their wives (sometimes). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;83. Dr. Jose Rizal. A category in himself. Hero, medicine man, genius, athlete, sculptor, fictionist, poet, essayist, husband, lover, samaritan, martyr. Truly someone to emulate and be proud of, anytime, anywhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;84. Nora Aunor. Short, dark and homely-looking, she redefined our rigid concept of how leading ladies should look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Noranian or Vilmanian. Defines the friendly rivalry between Ate Guy Aunor and Ate Vi Santos and for many years, the only way to be for many Filipino fans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;86. Filipino Christmas. The worlds longest holiday period. A perfect excuse to mix our love for feasting, gift-giving and music and wrap it up with a touch of religion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;87. Relatives and kababayan (countrymen) abroad. The best refuge against loneliness, discrimination and confusion in a foreign place. Distant relatives and fellow Pinoys readily roll out the welcome mat even on the basis of a phone introduction or referral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Festivals. Sinulog, Ati-atihan, Moriones. Sounds, colors, pagan frenzy and Christian overtones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;89. Folk dances. Tinikling, pandanggo sa ilaw, karinosa, kuratsa, itik-itik, alitaptap, rigodon. All the right moves and a distinct rhythm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;90. Native wear and costumes. Baro't saya, tapis, terno, saya, salakot, bakya. Lovely form and ingenious function in the way we dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Sunday family gatherings. Or, close family ties that never get severed. You don't have to win the lotto or be a president to have 10,000 relatives. Everyone's family tree extends all over the archipelago, and it's at its best in times of crisis; notice how food, hostesses, money, and moral support materialises during a wake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Calesa and karitela. The colorful and leisurely way to negotiate narrow streets when loaded down with a year's provisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Quality of life. Where else can an ordinary employee afford a stay-in helper, a yaya, unlimited movies, eat-all-you-can buffets, the latest fashion (Baclaran nga lang), even Viagra in the black market?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. All Saints' Day. In honouring our dead, we also prove that we know how to live. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;95. Handicrafts. Shellcraft, rattancraft, abaca novelties, woodcarvings, banig placemats and bags, bamboo windchimes, etc. Portable memories of home. Hindi lang pang-turista, pang- balikbayan pa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;96. Pinoy greens. Sitaw. Okra. Ampalaya. Gabi. Munggo. Dahon ng Sili. Kangkong. Luya. Talong. Sigarillas. Bataw. Patani. Lutong bahay will never be the same without them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;97. OCWs. The lengths (and miles) we'd go for a better life for our family, as proven by these modern-day heroes of the economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. The Filipino artist. From Luna's magnificent "Spolarium" and Amorsolo's sun-kissed rice fields, to Ang Kiukok's jarring abstractions and Borlongan's haunting ghosts, and everybody else in between. Hang a Filipino painting on your wall, and you're hanging one of Asia's best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Tagalog soap operas. From "Gulong ng Palad" and "Flor de Luna" to today's incarnations like "Mula sa Puso"--they're the story of our lives, and we feel strongly for them, MariMar notwithstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Midnight madness, weekends sales, bangketas and baratillos. It's retail therapy at its best, with Filipinos braving traffic, crowds, and human deluge to find a bargain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and thats...&lt;br /&gt;100 VERY PINOY THINGS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div  style="border-style: none none none solid; padding: 0in 0in 0in 4pt;color:-moz-use-text-color;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Jusz says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been to only two foreign  countries ( Singapore and Hong Kong) and I admit I like what I saw. Singapore and Hong Kong are both Newly Industrialized Countries. Singapore and Hong Kong are really different compared to the Philippines. They have a cleaner, safer, and better environment for people to live in. In some cases, I admit that Singapore ang Hong Kong is better than the Philippines. It is made possible because of its citizens. The citizens of Singapore ang Hong Kong are very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;discplined. &lt;/span&gt;They follow traffic rules, they don't use the city as a big trash bin, they don't spit or pee anywhere they want to, etc. etc. etc. Most of the Filipino citizens do otherwise. That's the problem with us Filipino people we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lack&lt;/span&gt; discipline. Based on my Economics book last school year, development means to reduce or eliminate poverty, inequality and unemployment within the context of a growing economy. Well, we don't have to be a government official to do those things. We can help our country by choosing and putting the right people in position. As a concerned sixteen-year-old Filipino citizen (who can't vote yet), I ask you to please vote for the best leaders who can somehow change the situation in our country. But of course, after the election, we just can't let the government do all the work. We, too, should do something. Be disciplined enough to follow traffic rules, use the ped xing, dispose your trash in the garbage can, pee in the proper places, etc. I want change and I'll try to start with myself. If you want change, start with yourself, too! And encourage your family to do the same, followed by your community, then your province, and then your region and eventually the Philippines. I believe that there's a bright tomorrow waiting for everyone. Mahalin natin ang Pilipinas. Hanggat maaari, huwag nating takasan ang problema ng ating bansa at huwag na ring dagdagan pa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129496577641413214-1186842231443177720?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/1186842231443177720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=1186842231443177720' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/1186842231443177720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/1186842231443177720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-all-about-being-pinoy.html' title='It&apos;s All About Being Pinoy'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-5091780518519056390</id><published>2007-04-25T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T18:57:22.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WiseDumb Kimi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Kimi sent the wisdom people some loooooove.&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's actually a text message showing how much she misses us.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;wisedumb exclusibew..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; naaaliw aco. ang tanging 8 na babaeng mag-aaral sa USTe ay manggagaling pa sa section natin. haha. cute pa kasi iba-iba course namin. haha. at PE. yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alleli.&lt;br /&gt;anna.&lt;br /&gt;bianan.&lt;br /&gt;belle.&lt;br /&gt;cleo.&lt;br /&gt;lynne.&lt;br /&gt;vinz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; see yeh around schoolmates. haha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at para sa mga SLU.&lt;br /&gt;takte! sinakop niyo.&lt;br /&gt;andaming ednasians.&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alysz.&lt;br /&gt;che.&lt;br /&gt;jack.&lt;br /&gt;jaja.&lt;br /&gt;kaloy.&lt;br /&gt;leo.&lt;br /&gt;marga.&lt;br /&gt;pammy.&lt;br /&gt;reynan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa mga mafeefeeling na nagsarili.. haha. joke lang :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drex -FEU&lt;br /&gt;edward -UPANG&lt;br /&gt;jes -UE&lt;br /&gt;jusz -ADMU&lt;br /&gt;nanah -UPD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g'luck sa pagsasarili. hehe :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; pucha! miss co na kayong lahat.. mga tae kayo. mag-load naman kayo. lalo ka na MARGA. sakim ka sa load. hahaha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; may pahabol aco! may TUESDAY's w/ GRANNY aco. haha. lunch kami ni akulaw b. every tuesday. haha. yes naman! date kami. haha. hayy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; basta miss co na kayo. keep in touch lalo na sa mga kornyclesz ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wubyew wisedumbs.&lt;br /&gt;mwup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hime kimi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;waaaah! I miss the WISEDUMB people, too!&lt;br /&gt;Tsk! Hindi naman matuloy-tuloy yung reunion natin!&lt;br /&gt;Punta naman kayo sa school this June 4!&lt;br /&gt;Kitakits naman!&lt;br /&gt;Punta na nga pala ako sa Manila this June 5.&lt;br /&gt;Balik ako sa Dagupan/Calasiao sa October 13 pa.&lt;br /&gt;&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/8129496577641413214-5091780518519056390?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/5091780518519056390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=5091780518519056390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/5091780518519056390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/5091780518519056390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/04/wisedumb-kimi.html' title='WiseDumb Kimi'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-862550309029362682</id><published>2007-04-23T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:36:02.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip: Vigan, Ilocos Sur</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A few days before I kept on bugging my papa to let me travel again.&lt;br /&gt;He told me that he was planning to bring us to Thailand but then we don't have enough time since he'll be going back to Canada on the 29th of April.&lt;br /&gt;So, we thought of a place here in the Philippines where we haven't been before.&lt;br /&gt;He suggested Vigan and I agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent more or less 5 hours in the road.&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived in Vigan, we ate our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baon&lt;/span&gt; for lunch in a bench.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tipid ba&lt;/span&gt;? haha.)&lt;br /&gt;After eating our lunch, we hired a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kalesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we toured Vigan.&lt;br /&gt;We visited the place where the original Panday movie was shoot. It was the Panday wherein FPJ has the lead role.&lt;br /&gt;And then we went to see how a pot was being formed.&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lola&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tita&lt;/span&gt; shopped for t-shirts, pots, and other souvenirs, too.&lt;br /&gt;Our next destination was in the mini zoo of Chavit Singson.&lt;br /&gt;For our last destination, we visited the very old houses.&lt;br /&gt;We saw the house of Father Burgos and the house of the late President Elpidio Quirino.&lt;br /&gt;After the tour, we visited the church and prayed, thanking God for everything and for the wonderful experience we had that day.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we're back to Dagupan and we had our dinner at Matutina's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;This is the sign of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kalesa&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Manong&lt;/span&gt; (I don't know his name &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pero&lt;/span&gt; he is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mabait talaga&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RizEXNJg2zI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Dzv9EZwd7ho/s1600-h/vigan+etc.+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056632384575822642" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RizEXNJg2zI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Dzv9EZwd7ho/s320/vigan+etc.+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;This is where a scene of the movie Panday was shoot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RizDxdJg2wI/AAAAAAAAAb0/z76Lc7ae_5c/s1600-h/vigan+etc.+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056631736035760898" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RizDxdJg2wI/AAAAAAAAAb0/z76Lc7ae_5c/s320/vigan+etc.+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;This is how the Philippines look like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;noong panahon ng mga Kastila...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RizDxtJg2xI/AAAAAAAAAb8/FpF0Lka5Uyw/s1600-h/vigan+etc.+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056631740330728210" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RizDxtJg2xI/AAAAAAAAAb8/FpF0Lka5Uyw/s320/vigan+etc.+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Now this is your modern Maria Clara minus the Maria Clara outfit and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hinhin&lt;/span&gt; factor. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RizB9dJg2qI/AAAAAAAAAbE/UGXTjJh90bE/s1600-h/vigan+etc.+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056629743170935458" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RizB9dJg2qI/AAAAAAAAAbE/UGXTjJh90bE/s320/vigan+etc.+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RizB9tJg2rI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Pqxu0fCWPKM/s1600-h/vigan+etc.+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056629747465902770" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RizB9tJg2rI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Pqxu0fCWPKM/s320/vigan+etc.+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;My &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lola&lt;/span&gt; and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RizB-NJg2sI/AAAAAAAAAbU/Fxw_slViDy0/s1600-h/vigan+etc.+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056629756055837378" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RizB-NJg2sI/AAAAAAAAAbU/Fxw_slViDy0/s320/vigan+etc.+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;After a very loooooooong journey, we had a scrumptious dinner at Matutina's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RizB-dJg2tI/AAAAAAAAAbc/FILIEcFzuRE/s1600-h/vigan+etc.+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056629760350804690" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RizB-dJg2tI/AAAAAAAAAbc/FILIEcFzuRE/s320/vigan+etc.+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Thanks, papa! It was a wonderful trip, really! We had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Kalesa: Php 150 an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Visit Vigan! You won't regret anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;The tiring trip? It's worth it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;The people there are accomodating &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pa&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8129496577641413214-862550309029362682?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/862550309029362682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=862550309029362682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/862550309029362682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/862550309029362682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/04/road-trip-vigan-ilocos-sur.html' title='Road Trip: Vigan, Ilocos Sur'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RizEXNJg2zI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Dzv9EZwd7ho/s72-c/vigan+etc.+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-6810887995222645468</id><published>2007-04-17T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T13:17:21.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Year Younger...Two Years Smarter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There was this boy I met at school.&lt;br /&gt;He was my classmate for three years.&lt;br /&gt;The first time was when we were in sixth grade, the next was when we were Juniors and for the last time, when we were already Seniors.&lt;br /&gt;He's a year younger than me but he's like my kuya.&lt;br /&gt;He knows a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Next to him, I'll look like an immature girl.&lt;br /&gt;He's wise and smart.&lt;br /&gt;He is a dreamer.&lt;br /&gt;This summer, we chat and text a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why. We're not really like this before.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful, though.&lt;br /&gt;Even if he discovered my little secret, he never changed.&lt;br /&gt;He's still the same...only a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;When we text or chat, we talk about things we never talk about before.&lt;br /&gt;We update each other with the different things that's happening to us this summer or we talk about our dreams, future, or random things/topics that just pop into our minds.&lt;br /&gt;Though I have deleted most of his texts, I saved some and I'll post it here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;"Ang pangarap k ksi psychiatrist sa mental or gen physcian na pmpnta sa liblib na lugar para exciting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;kaw san gs2o mgtrbho?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;"I mean cum 2 thnk of it, lyf is nt stble, there is no prearanged plan, its lyk a buk stil on d proces of being writen, endles twists n trns. Change is key fctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;If there were now crusades den were not chrstians. no world war 2, usa wnt b a major power, d namatay c ninoy bka pa marcos regime pa"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;"U knw a great buk is nothn 2 do with da stry, its how an author acurately n graphcly can descrbe a chracter's emotion n bhavior, as though it goes bynd d boundaries of mere literary form and bcms real un ang mgndang libro, kya ang mga greeks msydng nhmaling d2"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, there are a lot of things that he taught me.&lt;br /&gt;I can't type it all here though because like what I've told you, I erased most of it.&lt;br /&gt;It'll be in my heart, though.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;He loves Stephen King, Mr. Coelho (sorry, I don't know the first name, is it Paolo?), and Anne Frank.&lt;br /&gt;This summer he read HP books 4-6 again, Veronika Decides to Die, book given to him by Che and he also watched 5 movies.&lt;br /&gt;He stays at home but comes out of their house occasionally (that is if he needs to get something in school like report card or something or if he needs to go arrange something in his school for college)&lt;br /&gt;He writes very well. Just read his blog.&lt;br /&gt;He will be a great doctor, philosopher, and maybe an author too, someday!&lt;/span&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/8129496577641413214-6810887995222645468?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/6810887995222645468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=6810887995222645468' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/6810887995222645468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/6810887995222645468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/04/year-youngertwo-years-smarter.html' title='A Year Younger...Two Years Smarter'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-4336231746606136246</id><published>2007-04-14T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T19:13:43.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visual DNA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I saw this from Blake's multiply and so I decided to get one for me, too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal"  enableJavaScript="false" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf"  quality="best" bgcolor="#4A024C" width="340"  height="240" name="widget" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"  flashvars="bgcolor=#4A024C&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-1F575B0E.jpeg&amp;c1=I love arts and crafts, just look at my scrapbook.&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_57540F5B.jpeg&amp;c2=I love listening to music while traveling.&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3246D42F.jpeg&amp;c3=I simply love shopping, it is my de-stress activity.&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-1CC3FA29.jpeg&amp;c4=Freedom for me is expressing your love.&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-396C1EDE.jpeg&amp;c5=Smoking is bad for your health, nuff said.&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3A16A102.jpeg&amp;c6=Love should last a lifetime.&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-5BFB07FF.jpeg&amp;c7=I just love eating chocolates.&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_2833BF23.jpeg&amp;c8=My bedroom may be a mess but I know exactly where my things are.&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_72CA9053.jpeg&amp;c9=I love surfing the net. I love my broadband.&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-45A19707.jpeg&amp;c10=I love traveling and learning more about anothers culture.&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-2D00D6DF.jpeg&amp;c11=I love to travel, really.&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_17D8F487.jpeg&amp;c12=I love fruit juices and/or iced tea.&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_5C1B12D6.jpeg&amp;c13=I love nature.&amp;moodlabel=EASY RIDER &amp;lovelabel=LOVE BUG&amp;funlabel=WORKER BEE&amp;habitslabel=JUNKIE MONKEY&amp;uid=223662-01f8&amp;srv=iwebcl6" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="text-align:center; width:340px;height:25px;margin-top:0px; border-top:1px solid rgb(150,150,150);background-color:rgb(0,0,0);padding:5px 0 0 0; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=223662-01f8&amp;srv=iwebcl6" style="color:rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;color:#cccccc"&gt;&amp;trade;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;a href="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/" style="color:rgb(255,255,255) "&gt;Get your own VisualDNA&amp;trade;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129496577641413214-4336231746606136246?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/4336231746606136246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=4336231746606136246' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/4336231746606136246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/4336231746606136246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/04/visual-dna.html' title='Visual DNA'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-1919824193887577567</id><published>2007-04-13T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T17:44:41.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eriatarka</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Credits to Ms. Nancy Sanchez, a teentalker in candymag.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Here are some tips for incoming Ateneo freshmen; I wrote a paper on the subject for my Journalism class last semester. Good luck, guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;# You are not allowed to smoke anywhere on campus except the designated smokers' pocket gardens (or smockets).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;# "TBA" is not a room, it stands for "to be announced."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;# You are actually allowed to wear anything along the corridors of the John Gokongwei School of Management, and only have to follow the dress code when you plan to enter the department office or if your teacher requires it. However, if you have the grave misfortune of running into the dean, prepare for trouble&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;# Wear your I.D. at all times or the guard will apprehend you and you will be sanctioned. If you forget to bring your I.D., you can get a temporary I.D. (which is basically a slip of paper) at Xavier Hall for 30 pesos. The guards will totally chase you if you try to run away, so don't. And don't give a fake I.D. number, either; it will super &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:%21@#$"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;!@#$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; someone off to have a random Hold Order that they didn't incur come finals or enrollment time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;# "B-205" refers to Berchmans Hall, Room 205. "BEL-205" refers to Bellarmine Hall, Room 205. "C" is the Schmitt Building, also known as the Chem building, which is right next to the cafeteria, not CTC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;# Leave extra early for 7:30 a.m. classes; you are contending with the entire student population of Ateneo de Manila University High School and Grade School, and Miriam College High School and Grade School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;# Refrain from sitting at the benches within the SEC B and SEC C foyers. Most people have probably heard of the Ateneo bench culture, and that's generally where they hang out. Some people will be nice and ask you to leave nicely, some people will even let you stay there, but may mga masusungit rin. It's probably going to be super annoying (it was to me in the beginning), but then matagal nang ganyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;# For MWF classes (which are 50 minutes long), if your teacher is 10 minutes late after the first bell, the class is considered a free cut (unless the teacher specifies otherwise, or texts the beadle to say that he/she will be late). For TTh classes (which are 80 minutes long), the waiting time is 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;# Don't bother making out in the upper stairwells of SEC B and SEC C. Marami nang nahuli doon, and nakakahiya mahuli. The guards will generally let you finish whatever nasty things you're doing before approaching you to sanction you. Ick! (P.S. I don't know this from personal experience; upperclassmen nagsabi.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;# You can get a lot of perks from being nice to the university staff, whether the profs, the maintenance, or the people handling the equipment rental and the Office of Student Chakalore (I forget the word). Of course, it's always good for your teacher to recognize who you are so that he/she can put a face to the name in the class list during grading. You can sometimes borrow equipment (like speakers, etc.) even without a slip, if the people in charge of them like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;# In the event that you don't have your I.D., you can avoid guards by walking through the little gardens/patches of grass with small trees between the Sec buildings, and taking the secret route behind CTC (the path beside the smocket) to Faura to SocSci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;# You don't have to "fashyown" when you go to school (though I do because I'm crazy like that and I go out after classes), but my friends says that the trick to dressing for Ateneo is to wear something light and airy, and then pack a cardigan and an umbrella in your bag. The weather is super erratic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;# A lot of the food sold on the second floor caf is discounted after 430 PM everyday.&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/8129496577641413214-1919824193887577567?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/1919824193887577567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=1919824193887577567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/1919824193887577567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/1919824193887577567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/04/eriatarka.html' title='Eriatarka'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-8427973110159173804</id><published>2007-04-12T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T20:23:51.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Medical Examination + ATM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My Tita accompanied me to the hospital to have my medical examination. I need it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kasi&lt;/span&gt; for my enrollment in the Ateneo. After my med examination, we went to the bank to open my ATM account.&lt;br /&gt;Short story. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wala lang&lt;/span&gt;. I just want to post something on my blog. Can't think of a topic &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naman&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ka&lt;/span&gt;-chat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ko si pritong manok ngayon&lt;/span&gt;. Share &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ko lang&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bakit ba&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amiss ko met la&lt;/span&gt;. =P Woooh. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Makalimutan ko kaya siya pag nasa&lt;/span&gt; ADMU &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Asa pa!&lt;br /&gt;Eh katabi ng &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;dorm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ko &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;fastfood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ng &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Fried Chicken!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyahaha.&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/8129496577641413214-8427973110159173804?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/8427973110159173804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=8427973110159173804' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/8427973110159173804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/8427973110159173804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/04/medical-examination-atm.html' title='Medical Examination + ATM'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-8402080533142520218</id><published>2007-04-11T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T19:40:39.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Norbit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ohwkieh.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I chose Norbit as the title of my blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't really mean anything, it's just that my friends and I watched Norbit at the mall.&lt;br /&gt;Here's what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justine B. and Ronellyn fetched me at our house at 12 noon.&lt;br /&gt;We went to CSI City Mall where Gelit, Diana, Ina and Al were waiting.&lt;br /&gt;We strolled around a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided to watch a movie, specifically, Norbit.&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank Ina Billie Chanliongco because she paid for our movie tickets.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talaga&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ha, kasi dahil sa amin wala ka nang panglaro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ko makabawi&lt;/span&gt; next time. =D&lt;br /&gt;Thank you again.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/8129496577641413214-8402080533142520218?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/8402080533142520218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=8402080533142520218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/8402080533142520218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/8402080533142520218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/04/norbit.html' title='Norbit'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-7596009079672643631</id><published>2007-04-09T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T20:48:08.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Munting Regalo</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jQK0SMsvC3U"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jQK0SMsvC3U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pSNUiaDSgKI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pSNUiaDSgKI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oNUEneTruHQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oNUEneTruHQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129496577641413214-7596009079672643631?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/7596009079672643631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=7596009079672643631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/7596009079672643631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/7596009079672643631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/04/ang-munting-regalo.html' title='Ang Munting Regalo'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-4211938857715889536</id><published>2007-04-05T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:36:05.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RhRa6vyy5VI/AAAAAAAAAaU/yColCh2JKMc/s1600-h/congrats.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049761047497598290" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RhRa6vyy5VI/AAAAAAAAAaU/yColCh2JKMc/s320/congrats.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;RUBY BATCH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I still can't understand though why people greets us "Congratulations" or "Happy Graduation".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Why do they say "HAPPY grad" when we are all &lt;strong&gt;sad&lt;/strong&gt; about bidding farewell and going on our separate ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;We've been together for how many years now. For me, I've been with you guys for nine years. Some of our batchmates have been together for &lt;strong&gt;thirteen&lt;/strong&gt; years. For almost ten hours a day, almost six days a week(including gimmick days every saturdays or sometimes even sundays when we have practices), for ten months a year! Imagine how long we've been together. I believe were so close already---too close. We know each other more than our family knows us. There are certain things that we share our batchmates that our family don't know. It's hard to let go. I can't understand why fate allows us to meet at some point of our lives, bring us closer together and breaks us apart in the end. &lt;strong&gt;It's unfair, it's cruel. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nasanay na tayong magkakasama tapos maghihiwalay hiwalay din pala.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RhRatPyy5SI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/EQK0DDoS9nQ/s1600-h/endless.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049760815569364258" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RhRatPyy5SI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/EQK0DDoS9nQ/s320/endless.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I really hope that our friendship is endless. You molded me into who I am right now. You took a a very big space in my heart and you'll stay there forever. You &lt;strong&gt;changed &lt;/strong&gt;my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RhRatPyy5TI/AAAAAAAAAaE/OwGkXRtvd_8/s1600-h/be+with+my+friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049760815569364274" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RhRatPyy5TI/AAAAAAAAAaE/OwGkXRtvd_8/s320/be+with+my+friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;There are certain times wherein I would rather be with my friends than with my family. Maybe because they understand me more. They can see a different side of me that my family don't know.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RhRatfyy5UI/AAAAAAAAAaM/q8FmfKkFxlU/s1600-h/loves+us+anyway.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049760819864331586" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RhRatfyy5UI/AAAAAAAAAaM/q8FmfKkFxlU/s320/loves+us+anyway.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kilala ako ng&lt;/em&gt; friends &lt;em&gt;ko&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Alam nila ang&lt;/em&gt; flaws &lt;em&gt;ko&lt;/em&gt;, weaknesses, &lt;em&gt;pangit na ugali&lt;/em&gt; (like &lt;em&gt;pagiging&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;ugaw-ugaw&lt;/em&gt; or&lt;em&gt; iyakin&lt;/em&gt;) but still loves me anyway. They learned to accept me &lt;em&gt;rin naman&lt;/em&gt; in the end. It is because they TRULY love the REAL Jusz. I hate pretending. What you see in me is what you get. Be thankful &lt;em&gt;nga kasi hindi ako naging&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;fake.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RhRZUvyy5NI/AAAAAAAAAZU/0Jqekne14X0/s1600-h/whatever+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049759295150941394" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RhRZUvyy5NI/AAAAAAAAAZU/0Jqekne14X0/s320/whatever+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The picture above is fried chicken. Haha. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;To fried chicken:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm sorry if I posted your picture here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hindi naman nakita mukha mo eh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;They wouldn't know it's you, unless close &lt;em&gt;kayo&lt;/em&gt; or&lt;em&gt; kilala ka nila masyado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;***Inamin ko na pala sa kanya na siya nga si&lt;/em&gt; fried chicken &lt;em&gt;dun sa&lt;/em&gt; letter &lt;em&gt;na binigay ko nung&lt;/em&gt; graduation &lt;em&gt;pero nalaman ko nung&lt;/em&gt; Batch Farewell party &lt;em&gt;na matagal na pala niyang alam nung&lt;/em&gt; January &lt;em&gt;pa&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;em&gt;Nyikes!&lt;br /&gt;I know that it doesn't really matter whether I reveal my chicken secret or not because in the end...nothing will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;He likes someone else and I admire him not love...it's so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;And besides, we're friends ( I think?).&lt;br /&gt;We'll be miles, miles, miles, miles away from each other but I wouldn't deny----I'll miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RhRZU_yy5OI/AAAAAAAAAZc/gRShRea29Vg/s1600-h/memories.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049759299445908706" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RhRZU_yy5OI/AAAAAAAAAZc/gRShRea29Vg/s320/memories.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Yeahp! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goodbye&lt;/span&gt; always seems to be the hardest word to say. We can't deny the fact that there is a possibility &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na hindi na natin makita ang isa't-isa. &lt;/span&gt;But still, I pray that our paths will cross again. I won't say goodbye, though. All I can say to you is "Until we meet again...I promise, it wont be long."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RhRZU_yy5PI/AAAAAAAAAZk/m74mrgo7cRE/s1600-h/hugs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049759299445908722" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RhRZU_yy5PI/AAAAAAAAAZk/m74mrgo7cRE/s320/hugs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I know that I have not been a good girl. I made some mistakes here and there. I hurt most, if not some, of you. I uttered words you shouldn't hear, did some things you didn't like, and I had been a brat, sometimes. I'm not a perfect person , though. No one is. And here I am asking for apology. I can't promise you that I won't do it again. Sometimes, mistakes are being repeated and you can't avoid that. I believe some people hate me but well-----let's hug, anyway. This is not the time for hating each other. It's time for us to break the barrier between peace and war. Come on, let's cross the boundary and move on to the peace side. I love you and I'm sorry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RhRZVvyy5QI/AAAAAAAAAZs/VIkIc3C6G5E/s1600-h/stillfriends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049759312330810626" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RhRZVvyy5QI/AAAAAAAAAZs/VIkIc3C6G5E/s320/stillfriends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I hope &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maging totoo yung nabasa niyo sa taas&lt;/span&gt; ^^. Whatever happens, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;magbago man ang lahat&lt;/span&gt;....friends &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pa rin tayo&lt;/span&gt;. Batchmates: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;magkaroon man tayo ng kanya-kanyang&lt;/span&gt; "new set of friends", &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sana may&lt;/span&gt; space&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pa rin ang&lt;/span&gt; "old friends" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;niyo sa heart niyo&lt;/span&gt;, ohwkieh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sa&lt;/span&gt; Grand Alumni Homecoming &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;natin, dadalhin ko yung&lt;/span&gt; scrapbooks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ko. &lt;/span&gt;Yipee! A trip down memory lane. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ang saya siguro nun noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RhRZV_yy5RI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2KRCcSFKAr0/s1600-h/kornickles.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049759316625777938" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RhRZV_yy5RI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2KRCcSFKAr0/s320/kornickles.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kornickles ng Wisedumb&lt;/span&gt;. In order to understand, the 22 students of wisdom...you must first be&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mentally retarded&lt;/span&gt; like us. That's soooo true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siguro akala niyo na porket&lt;/span&gt; wisdom &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kami napaka-&lt;/span&gt;geeky &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;namin, pero &lt;/span&gt;we prove you wrong. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kami ay&lt;/span&gt; certified &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Matatalinong Bobo".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We make things complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Miss&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ko na kayong lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;By june,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; iba-ibang mukha na makikita natin. &lt;/span&gt;Not the usual&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;---pangit and abnoi na mukha ng &lt;/span&gt;batchmates&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; natin. Haha. Peace people. &lt;/span&gt;I love you, guys (more than you know.)&lt;br /&gt;We are simply the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEST---&lt;/span&gt;among the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WORST &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wushoosh! Asa sila! I-pro&lt;/span&gt;prove &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nating mali sila).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/8129496577641413214-4211938857715889536?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/4211938857715889536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=4211938857715889536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/4211938857715889536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/4211938857715889536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/04/drama-thing.html' title='Drama Thing'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RhRa6vyy5VI/AAAAAAAAAaU/yColCh2JKMc/s72-c/congrats.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-3333191147878206307</id><published>2007-04-04T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T13:16:43.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Messages</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"aiee. ur welqam fwen. . zta tubong miqnez mhal n mhal q ae naqx! wavsz qta" ~Pam Sibal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;"o0,naman .. we lav u , 4 hu u r .. un t0t0ng ikaw .. un switnes mo, argH ! ur rly diff. .. mami2s q un chkahan ntn , as a grup. un lakas ng twanan,bALaw*some text missing*" ~Alyssa Joy Torio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;"I knw. Kilala kta. Peo magigiv up k b? Ndi d b? Bsta pagdating sa fuTure m alam ko d ka papatalo, wise k naman eh , yan ang magpapalakas sau. ." ~Jessica Nepomuceno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;"Takot dn ako. Lhat na tau eh. Peo tlgang ganean kailangan nating pagdaanan para guminhawa dn buhai natin pagdating ng panahon. Cguro nga mahirap pero kaya dn ntin yan.." ~Jessica Nepomuceno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;"loving you s all that means to me.. being happy is all id hope you'D be.. haha.. gndng gbe.." ~Hanille Reyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;"harts cud luv juz 4 a wyl. feet cud wok juz sum miles. clothes cud b n style juz a little tym bt memories w/u? hmm, it wl last til i die!" ~Jim Mark Ferrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;"Thanks f0r everytHing, i'lL misS y0u, y0u wilL always be cl0se to my heart and remEmber always as my true friend. " ~Reynan Paul Tamondong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;"AwW, salamat jusz. STUdy hard s colej ha? Wag m0 po. tAke caRe of y0urSeLf ha? Khit d n tau kta c0lej, i wil never 4GeT u at kung meh pR0blem ka po, txt m0 lng ako and i'm 0lways reDy 2 help u. mwah." ~Reynan Paul Tamondong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;"Dagdag mo to dun.. At pagwala c che,dyn naman c arbin at c God eh.. At pag wala c arbin at che..andyan parn c God..at pagandyan clang dlwa.. Andyan parn c God" ~Arvin Paolo Sotes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;"iloveyou ! i think you're one of the sweetest in our batch . i really appreciate the things you gave me , i kept all of them . those are the treasures i won't exchange for anything else ! i'm glad you're still the sweet , caring , thoughtful 'jusz' i used to know . ILOVEYOUFRIEND , not jusz an ordinary friend but a friend beyond words , beyond time , a friend 'til the end ! muuaaah ! -vinz , march 29, 2007 ,10:50" ~Vinizza Caballero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;"'lam m0 kht gnyan ka napr0ve k0 tlga na caring at l0ving pers0n ka k2lad ko tnx 4 evrythng d kta mkklmtan. .luv u" ~Mikhael Malapit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"0k lng yan mdmi ka mamemeet..ang importante nkilala mu n kme" ~Nathaniel Ruisan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Isipin m na lng na parang isa i2ng advntre mrmi kng mdidscvr n bgung bgay indpendntly" ~Karlo Camagay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mgnda nga un  atleast exctng buhay d bltant n apasakey" ~Karlo Camagay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sbi pa nga ni dumbledore; theres nothn 2 b afraid of darknes, death, solitde or change it is only d unknown one is afraid of" ~Karlo Camagay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll miss u" ~Nathaniel Ruisan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129496577641413214-3333191147878206307?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/3333191147878206307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=3333191147878206307' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/3333191147878206307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/3333191147878206307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/04/sweet-messages.html' title='Sweet Messages'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-2253325709091900542</id><published>2007-04-02T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:36:07.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Si Jusz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Sorry if I haven't posted an entry for the past few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I've been quite busy lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;On the 28th of March, we had our general rehearsal for our graduation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Here's a group pic with Ernie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;We love Ernie so much despite of his being "pasaway" and besides we're all "pasaways", too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RhDI4AEf6tI/AAAAAAAAAY8/fPdFTCAOkzw/s1600-h/whatever+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048756046699424466" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RhDI4AEf6tI/AAAAAAAAAY8/fPdFTCAOkzw/s400/whatever+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Now, here's a girls' group pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Hays, I'll miss these "kodakan moments".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RhDI4QEf6uI/AAAAAAAAAZE/2kEO4I7xpNI/s1600-h/whatever+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048756050994391778" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RhDI4QEf6uI/AAAAAAAAAZE/2kEO4I7xpNI/s400/whatever+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Another pic with the girls.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RhDI4wEf6vI/AAAAAAAAAZM/SxzO9fNWWDU/s1600-h/whatever+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048756059584326386" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RhDI4wEf6vI/AAAAAAAAAZM/SxzO9fNWWDU/s400/whatever+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;On the 29th, it's our graduation day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;We had the baccalaureatte mass at 2 pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The mass celebrant is no other than the very cute Rev. Fr. Garret Ulanimo. He came all the way from Baguio City! Father Garret is our retreat master last December at Betania Retreat House in Baguio City.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RhDHegEf6sI/AAAAAAAAAY0/l7_FfJK-KZ0/s1600-h/whatever+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048754509101132482" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RhDHegEf6sI/AAAAAAAAAY0/l7_FfJK-KZ0/s400/whatever+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;After the mass, we were ask to go to our classroom while waiting for the recognition of the freshies, sophies and juniors to end. So, what else do we have to do but to take loads of pictures. I didn't post everything here, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RhDHEAEf6rI/AAAAAAAAAYs/1isfg8mtG54/s1600-h/whatever+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048754053834599090" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RhDHEAEf6rI/AAAAAAAAAYs/1isfg8mtG54/s400/whatever+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Finally, it came! It's time to sing our grad songs and our school hymn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Look at us! We're all packed like sardines but on the brighter side, Mrs. Ivy Bautista told us the day before, "you are the most beautiful sardines we have ever seen!" Oh yeah!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RhDGjAEf6qI/AAAAAAAAAYk/fib0465UAAI/s1600-h/sam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048753486898916002" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RhDGjAEf6qI/AAAAAAAAAYk/fib0465UAAI/s400/sam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;On the 30th, we celebrated Papa Joey and Mama Myla's 15th wedding anniversary. I was a bride's maid together with ate DJ. We had the reception at Leisure Coast Resort. After the reception, I changed my clothes and went straight to our batch's farewell party. Here are some pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Here's a picture of me together with Joyce and Leo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RhDGHAEf6pI/AAAAAAAAAYc/aeUeyxQZSz4/s1600-h/whatever+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048753005862578834" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RhDGHAEf6pI/AAAAAAAAAYc/aeUeyxQZSz4/s400/whatever+128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;This picture was taken when we had our boat ride. My brother Jayson paid for me. Thanks brother! I love you. In this pic, I'm with Cleophine, Francis and Aisel. The boy behind us with the black Superman t-shirt is Butch.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RhDFjAEf6oI/AAAAAAAAAYU/SCP1o6NZ6UM/s1600-h/whatever+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048752387387288194" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RhDFjAEf6oI/AAAAAAAAAYU/SCP1o6NZ6UM/s400/whatever+144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;At 5:30 pm, I went back home 'coz my cousin Nic Nic will have her concert at LCR again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Here's a picture of her while singing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RhDFRAEf6nI/AAAAAAAAAYM/UNiwpcEHESs/s1600-h/whatever+173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048752078149642866" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RhDFRAEf6nI/AAAAAAAAAYM/UNiwpcEHESs/s400/whatever+173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;On the 31st, the whole family together with Terry's family ate our dinner at Dagupena's. This is a picture of me with my cousins Angel and Martin.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RhDE0AEf6mI/AAAAAAAAAYE/cYGYLgoAoj4/s1600-h/whatever+182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048751579933436514" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RhDE0AEf6mI/AAAAAAAAAYE/cYGYLgoAoj4/s400/whatever+182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;On April 1st, we went to Baguio City and stayed there for a night at Lola Beth's house. Here's a picture of the gang though it's incomplete. A lot of things happened but I'm too TIRED to type everything here. When I get the chance, I will.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RhDEdAEf6lI/AAAAAAAAAX8/ZOzeMYA85gY/s1600-h/baguio+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048751184796445266" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RhDEdAEf6lI/AAAAAAAAAX8/ZOzeMYA85gY/s400/baguio+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I miss my cousins Jacob, Jackie, Andrew + my Tita Anne and Tito Jake + Terry, Taylor and Railey. 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Dnt b sad gnyan tlga bhay... txt2 n lng tau n YM pagg miss ntin isat isa!! Its gr8 2 hav bn in eDNAS.... bkit kci mhal k isang trese anyos ang hrap bumitaw" ~ Karlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;"'d me mk2log.ang bgat pa ng fling k0 xit ma miz ko kau. Lal0 na xa. . ." ~Mikx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;"(^_^)nyt2 ruby batch. . . Wag natin klmtan mg pray tnx 2 God hndi nya tau pnbyAan. . . luvrubybatchrebelzrockx" ~mikx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;" lyf goes on... i'l mis u folks.. : dont know if i shud b hapi or sad. thanks foh evrythn. happy graduation mahal kong SENiORS.. d2 paren aco para seniu. am jaz a txt/YM away." ~dipti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;"atlast im fresh agen&amp;amp; full ! haha :P watta nite seniors . it was fantastic, telebombastic ! woahaha. kht na inaasthma ako, knakaya ko parin :') take care. -wiigle ." ~ badet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;"g'am hayy .. dna tlga aqo mkatlog .. hayy .. saturday nnman .. tss .. sana monday na ult ! hayy, wla na plang pasok .. :c i misz goin to skewl .. =/" ~vannie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;" a goodbye isn't painful unles you're never going to say hello again . dandang hapon . :)" ~ Diane Romero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;"Ruby batch,msya ako't nksma ko kau.s inu ko nabuhos lhat ng oras q.mramdaman ko ibg sbhn ng tahanan,sa inu ko lng nppkta ung 2nay n aq.s mga 2manggap sakn slamat.s mga taong nsaktan ko sori.ilang bses aq nghangad n mgn una tau s lhat ng bagay pro sunod sunod na kmalasan dumaan satn.npgicp icp ko d rn pla nkkta ang pgkpanalo s kng anu nkuha mo,kundi s pgssma at tibay ng grupo.sna wlang limutan dahl wlang ka2lad mga kranasan ntn,dadalhn ko un hnggang pgtanda kkwn2 ko s mga anak ko.pgbgyan nio n ko mgng senti kht d2 lng sa GM u npka laking bagay n sakn ung 10taong pgssma ntn.. lalo n c jim mark n drchong 6yrs.! skalooloo \m/ dami p ko gus2 sbhn eh, pro short cut n lng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;I LUV U"-Ethel Boac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;"SENIORs!! Arms 4wrd raise.jajajok lng nak2swa na ang lnyang yan. .ngaun i wnt 2 grit u GRADUATIN n CNGRATZ .tRu ol da tymz we hv bn 2geDer i knw dt da mem0riz we built 2gdEr wl oNli b r mst pRizeD posesioN..WE may hav flaws and difErenses. .bt ds are wt makes us. ."US" i rily apreciate da trust u gav me.n sori 4 my shortcomings and sa mga pgkukulang q..HOPE we learo frm r mistakes. .wlng limutan..MAhAL NA MAHAL q ANG BATCH NATN.ktaktz(jackilyn" -Jackilyn Tamayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;"EDNAS is COOL.u -i am 0ne ov the graduates of ESDC batch '06-'07, saying thanku and Godbless 4 dos pe0ple who became part ov my life. Imagine, after 12-13 long years dat we've been together in dis institution, here we r ryt now, a well trained teenagers. :) - and salamat ke God " -Laarni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;p&gt;".. WEehHh .swkaz!! We're gRaduate na..u.u've seD 8 ol n po..bsta d2 pu q d one en nli 'ASWANG' in r btch..jaja..u.tenx 4 d neym..4 4yrz. 0f c0lin me wid dt balaw!jajaja,auiz lng..im usd 2 8.kht pag ngkta tau twgin neu q ng aswang..titingin aq..jaja!grb..mmi2z ko keung lht.u..mahal q poh kau rubybtch. Lge aqng and2 pwa senu.tx neu q flyfly q agd senu..jeje.u..sta Sory po s mga naofFnd..nsktn.nphiya..n outcst q.nsungitan..en s iba p.i ask 4 ur 4gvnez....ktaktz nln sumwer.u....BATCH 06-07 . WE RULE !! WE ROCK !! WE R ONE . u .. .. lavyah ol .u" -Kim O.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Nsbi ny0 lhat...wla na aq msbi...kya ida2an q na lng sa kanta...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My last s0ng 2 u...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                (~"~)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My bags ar pak n im ready 2 go...im standing hir 0utside ur d0r..i h8 2 wake u up 2 say gudbye...bt da dawn is breaking 8s ulredy m0rning... Da taxis w8ing his bl0wing his h0rn... So kiss me n smile 4 me tell me dat ul w8 4 me...h0ld me like ul nvr let me go...c0z im liven 0n a jetplane d0nt n0e wen ill be back again...0h0h ruby batch i h8 2 go...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mr.suave(~"~) saying gudbye...u" -Jim Mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Next time na po yung iba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129496577641413214-4375190863651080866?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/4375190863651080866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=4375190863651080866' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/4375190863651080866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/4375190863651080866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/03/walang-katapusang-gm.html' title='Walang Katapusang GM!'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-2807928207490476326</id><published>2007-03-28T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T12:37:51.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember These...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; skalulululop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;o &lt;/span&gt;ate Vangie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;o &lt;/span&gt;lady guard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; "You are the most beautiful sardines we have ever seen!" - Mrs. Ivy Bautista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; "We are challenged to love you." - Mrs. Blancaflor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; dvd vcd bold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; "The earliest bird catches the earliest worm" - Carrot Cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; moon cake/japanese cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; playground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; pag-JEBS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; kornickles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;o &lt;/span&gt;bloop bloop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; Shawie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; Bunny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; Pia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;o &lt;/span&gt;Grendel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; Virago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; Barbie Doll?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Smile. Be good. God loves you." - Ms. Massah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; "Oremus." - Mr. Domer De Vera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;o &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"There oh!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;CHEESEmis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;o &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Meathook! =P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Skalamboogy" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; "Like a BURGEON!" - Hannah Marie O. Agas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; kotseng pagong/Francisco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; "Baging" - Marc Maniacop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Marami pang iba...mag-iisip muna ako&lt;/em&gt;. For the Seniors: are there any suggestions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129496577641413214-2807928207490476326?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/2807928207490476326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=2807928207490476326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/2807928207490476326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/2807928207490476326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/03/remember-these.html' title='Remember These...'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-3538635050615274976</id><published>2007-03-24T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:36:07.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing My Wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My lolo and I went to Q.C today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;my brother picked us up at SM North Edsa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We then rode a taxi and went to their house to leave their&lt;em&gt; pasalubong&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;After that, we went straight to the Ateneo to confirm my slot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm so happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Though I am still conditionally confirmed because my report card wasn't signed by the principal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I already had my picture taken for my I.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;After confirming my slot, we checked out My Place just across Gate 3 of the Ateneo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I like it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's the only place for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Too bad, our money isn't enough to pay the Php 5,000  reservation fee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Waaaaaaaaah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anyway, I really pray that I won't run out of slot (do you call it a slot? Oh well! Whatever!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I want to stay in My Place!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We ate our brunch at KFC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*yum**yum*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Chickeness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Then, we went home na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RgUSRa5jEhI/AAAAAAAAAXo/fdNl4z0aAak/s1600-h/admu+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045459048026280466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RgUSRa5jEhI/AAAAAAAAAXo/fdNl4z0aAak/s400/admu+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ohwkieh, I don't look good. I'm still tired when I took this picture. Just look at my messy hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RgUSRq5jEiI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Wu_mCLj37u0/s1600-h/admu+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045459052321247778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RgUSRq5jEiI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Wu_mCLj37u0/s400/admu+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Future school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129496577641413214-3538635050615274976?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/3538635050615274976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=3538635050615274976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/3538635050615274976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/3538635050615274976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/03/preparing-my-wings.html' title='Preparing My Wings'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail 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align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Intindihin niyo naman ako, diba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nakakaasar na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ang sama sama ko na yata talaga kasi hindi lang kayo ang nasasaktan ko pati na rin sarili ko nasasaktan ko na (hindi physically ha?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kahit na walang nagsasabing masama ako, sa mga pinagsasabi niyo sa akin...lumalabas na isa akong masamang tao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ito pinagusapan namin ni Kaloi sa YM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I know hindi ko naman kailangan i-post pero gusto ko lang maintindihan niyo ko at malaman kung ano nga ba nangyayari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ako naman may gustong malaman niyo kaya't basahin niyo lang kung nais niyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;karlo camagay: maarte ka met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: bakit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karlo camagay: bakit type ka ni burger tsk3x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: grrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: yun lang pala sasabihin mo!&lt;br /&gt;justine kimoden: hmpf&lt;br /&gt;justine kimoden: hindi ako maarte&lt;br /&gt;justine kimoden: nakakaasar ka&lt;br /&gt;justine kimoden: ano ba magagawa ko ha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: eh si fried chicken nga gusto ko eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karlo camagay: watay met PM mo gus2o ko fried chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: eh yun namn totoo&lt;br /&gt;justine kimoden: bat niyo ba ko pinagtutulungan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karlo camagay: bat masasabi mo un sa hrap nya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: hindi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;karlo camagay: o pala wag kang ganyan magpasalamat ka nga may nagcrucrush sayo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: ano ba ginagawa ko sa kanya?&lt;br /&gt;justine kimoden: wala nmn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;karlo camagay: wag ka kasi magGM ng ganun kasi kaibigan ko sya&lt;br /&gt;karlo camagay: mag PM pala*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: o cge..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;karlo camagay: yan watch ur mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: para sumaya kaung dalawa ni gabby&lt;br /&gt;justine kimoden: kung magggm man ako&lt;br /&gt;justine kimoden: o pm&lt;br /&gt;justine kimoden: sa inyo lang&lt;br /&gt;justine kimoden: hindi na sa kanya&lt;br /&gt;justine kimoden: okay na?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;karlo camagay: yah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: basahin mo blogspot ko&lt;br /&gt;justine kimoden: sorry, karlo ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;karlo camagay: w8&lt;br /&gt;karlo camagay: bat ganun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: anong bat ganun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;karlo camagay: dpat hapi ka kasi may nagcacarush sau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: eh ang sama sama ko&lt;br /&gt;justine kimoden: kahit na walang nagsasabi nun&lt;br /&gt;justine kimoden: alam ko masama ako&lt;br /&gt;justine kimoden: kasi iniiwasan ko siya&lt;br /&gt;justine kimoden: d na tintxt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: or watever&lt;br /&gt;justine kimoden: ang sama ko dba?&lt;br /&gt;justine kimoden: d ko lang maiwasan&lt;br /&gt;justine kimoden: pasensya na&lt;br /&gt;justine kimoden: sa lahat ng kaibigan niya&lt;br /&gt;justine kimoden: sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;justine kimoden: kay gabby at sa iba pa&lt;br /&gt;justine kimoden: sorry talaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;karlo camagay: nakakarel8 ako sa nadarama nya&lt;br /&gt;karlo camagay: pasensya pag nakakarel8 ako nababadtrip ako kasi&lt;br /&gt;karlo camagay: ang hirap kayang maisnub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: dahil hindi ako makapagsorry&lt;br /&gt;justine kimoden: sa inyo na lang&lt;br /&gt;justine kimoden: ako magsosorry&lt;br /&gt;justine kimoden: sa inyo ni gabby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;karlo camagay: parang ang pangit mo and d mo kauri ung crush mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: huh?&lt;br /&gt;justine kimoden: d ko nagets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;karlo camagay: sabi ko nakakarel8 ako sa nafefeel nya ngaun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: "parang ang pangit mo and d mo kauri ung crush mo"--anong ibig sabihin niyan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;karlo camagay: un ang nafefeel ng taong d inaacept ng crush nya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: crush lang nmn yun eh&lt;br /&gt;justine kimoden: d yun love kaya&lt;br /&gt;justine kimoden: ayunjustine kimoden: basta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;chaka kahit na love pa yan..d pa rin pwede. chaka kahit na pwede...ayoko pa rin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ito naman pinag-usapan namin ni Gabby sa YM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: gusto ko ng kausap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: naantuk ako eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: bket ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: cge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: pwd aku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: anu ssbhn m?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I told him lahat ng pinag-usapan namin ni Kaloi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: ayun lang naman pinag-usapan namin ni kaloi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: bti may kakampi ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: hmpf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: bat niyo ba ko pinagtutulungan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: u see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: si karlo na ang ngsbi yan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: hnd ka namin pnagtutulungan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: tsss....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: bakit ba kayo ganun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: ha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: bakit siya lang iniintindi niyo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: parang ang sama sama ko na talaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: hindi niyo ko intindihin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: ang point namin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: sana maapreciate mo na may nagcrcrush sau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: hnd lng naman sia ang iniintindi namin eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: naiintindhan kita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: kaso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: ung hnd mo pansinin ung taong nagcrcrush sau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: alwa met man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: grabe naman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: sorry ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: kung hindi ko pinapansin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: pag may nagkakagusto ba sa iyo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: papansin mo pa rin ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: hindi mo rin maiiwasang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: hindi pansinin yung tao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: yung ilang andun na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: alam ko yun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: gnto nlng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: kung ayaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: mo kay burger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: friends nlng kau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: back to normal db&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: ayoko pa rin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: kaht&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: "hi"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: lng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: mahirap yan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: akala niyo lang madali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: kahit na sabihin mo pang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: friends lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: iba pa rin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: nakakasar na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: hnd sa ganun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: kung ayaw mo sa kanya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: bad naman ung hnd mo rin sia pansinin d b?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: ang kulit niyo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: sabi na ngang mahirap yun eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: chaka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: khit nung d pa niya sinasabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: d ko na talaga siya pinapansin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: oo na! alam kong ang sama sama ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: sabihin niyo na lahat ng gusto niyong sabihin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: pero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: ayoko nga eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: sorry na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: ang hirap ng pinapagawa nyo!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: sorry ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: asar na asar na ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: ang sama sama ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: hindi lang sa inyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: pero feeling ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: pati sa sarili ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: masama na rin ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: nakikita niyo akong naka ngiti sa school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: pero bakit pag dating sa bahay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: wala na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: yun ay dahil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: pag magisa na ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: sa kwarto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: naiisip ko lahat ng reaksyon niyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: reaksyon ng mga kaibigan niya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: pati si karlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: napagsasabihan na ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: ang sama sama ko talaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: naasar na ako sa sarili ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: cge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: na nga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: hnd na kita kukulitin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: hnd ka masama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: ikaw ang nagiisip ng masama kang tao eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: baket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: nging masama ka b sa akin??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: hnd nman d b?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: nakakaasar kayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: kayo nagpapaiyak sa akin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: nakakaasar na talaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: sa akin lng ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: ok lng &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: hnd mo na pansinin si burger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: pero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: para malinawan na ang lahat!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: magusap nlng kau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: para malinis na ang gusot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: pansinin nga ayokong gawin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: mag usap pa kaya? ayoko talaga.wag na kau makulit!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: i understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: cge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: wala nga kayog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: *kayong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: sinasabing masama ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: pero sa mga sinasabi nyo lnag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: parang lumalabas na ang sama sama ko talaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: mabuti pa ngang gumradwyt na tau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: hindi namn sa ayoko na kayong makita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: kundi dahil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: gusto ko lang makalimutan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: lahat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: kahit sandali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: at kapag nakalimutan ko na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: chaka na lang ako ulit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;justine kimoden: makikipagkita sa inyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: kaw bahala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: bsta andto lng askpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: *ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: cge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Richzeimer Nurulla: naiintidhan kita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pasensya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Masama mang pakinggan ito pero ayoko talaga &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sa iyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm not mean...I'm not ma-fee...I'm just being true to myself and to my feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If you think I'm a bad girl...forgive me and please just UNDERSTAND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I love my papa and I won't be doing something stupid again or anything that will disappoint him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Whatever I'm doing right now is the best thing I must do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm sorry.&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/8129496577641413214-7471222899772125777?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/7471222899772125777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=7471222899772125777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/7471222899772125777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/7471222899772125777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/03/dalawa-na-sila.html' title='Dalawa Na Sila'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-9091893664717218959</id><published>2007-03-21T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T22:13:18.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Sa Lahat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sorry &lt;em&gt;sa lahat ng taong nasaktan ko&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sorry &lt;em&gt;sa lahat ng taong galit sa akin&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sorry &lt;em&gt;sa mga taong kinasamaan ko ng loob&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At&lt;/em&gt; sorry &lt;em&gt;sa sarili ko&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Magulo ang buhay ko ngayon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nasasaktan. Nababaliw.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Nagda&lt;/em&gt;drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Forgive me, people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Feeling &lt;em&gt;ko ang sama sama ko.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gusto ko ng makawala sa&lt;/em&gt; ednas, &lt;em&gt;hindi para iwanan ang mahal kong&lt;/em&gt; batchmates &lt;em&gt;ngunit upang iwanan ang mga pangit kong karanasan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nais ko nang lumipad bilang isang&lt;/em&gt; blue eagle (&lt;em&gt;sana nga...sana nga&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At sana, sa aking pagdating sa&lt;/em&gt; blue school &lt;em&gt;ay magbago ang lahat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sa lahat ng mga bagay na nagawa ko, nasabi ko, at naisip kong masama&lt;/em&gt;...forgive me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hindi sa lahat ng oras mabuti ang isang tao&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minsan talaga hindi tayo nagbibilang anghel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Naiiyak ako. Nasasaktan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dahil pakiramdam ko, isa akong masamang tao.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paumanhin kay&lt;/em&gt; hamburger...&lt;em&gt;ngunit naasar talaga ako sa ginawa mo&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hindi mo naman kailangang i&lt;/em&gt;-gm &lt;em&gt;yun at ayokong matanggap ang&lt;/em&gt; text message &lt;em&gt;na iyon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sorry &lt;em&gt;sa lahat&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wala kang maaasahan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sorry &lt;em&gt;talaga.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sa mga kaibigan ko:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alam ko na minsan(o baka naman kadalasan) ang sungit ko o 'di kaya'y ang sama ko talaga.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sorry &lt;em&gt;at salamat sa pasensya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lubos akong nasasaktan. Lubos akong madrama. Ngunit lubos ko rin kayong minamahal&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dito nagtatapos ang aking&lt;/em&gt; blog entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~bow~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;=c&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/8129496577641413214-9091893664717218959?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/9091893664717218959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=9091893664717218959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/9091893664717218959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/9091893664717218959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/03/sorry-sa-lahat.html' title='Sorry Sa Lahat'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-9203248920263066747</id><published>2007-03-20T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:36:09.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom Unleashed The "Editor?" In Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I don't know what to call those people who edit pictures, so, I just called myself and all the others an "editor".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh, forgive me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Here are some of the newly edited pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Please give me credit whenever you use it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Salamat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Rf_Hc65jEdI/AAAAAAAAAXI/OGP6fby32WY/s1600-h/third+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043969407339139538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Rf_Hc65jEdI/AAAAAAAAAXI/OGP6fby32WY/s400/third+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mukha namang may sakit ako sa&lt;/em&gt; skin &lt;em&gt;nito.&lt;/em&gt; =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Rf_Hda5jEeI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Ynrm1HR2bRk/s1600-h/yellow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043969415929074146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Rf_Hda5jEeI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Ynrm1HR2bRk/s400/yellow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yellowish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Rf_G2K5jEYI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Ngb3j2MPmYE/s1600-h/first+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043968741619208578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Rf_G2K5jEYI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Ngb3j2MPmYE/s400/first+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Our cute, old uniform.=D Pretty nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Rf_G2K5jEZI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7E8HRIQP3E4/s1600-h/hannah,krisha,jam,elaine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043968741619208594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Rf_G2K5jEZI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7E8HRIQP3E4/s400/hannah%252Ckrisha%252Cjam%252Celaine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Elaine, Jamie, Krisha and Hannah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Rf_G2q5jEaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/vDhYqlDCqg8/s1600-h/heart+life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043968750209143202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Rf_G2q5jEaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/vDhYqlDCqg8/s400/heart+life.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We heart the beach. We heart life.&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Rf_G3K5jEbI/AAAAAAAAAW4/ilgw-XrTkLI/s1600-h/prom+and+after+prom+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043968758799077810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Rf_G3K5jEbI/AAAAAAAAAW4/ilgw-XrTkLI/s400/prom+and+after+prom+140.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Guess who are the other two people are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Rf_G3a5jEcI/AAAAAAAAAXA/li8VI75XLxo/s1600-h/prom+and+after+prom+166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043968763094045122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Rf_G3a5jEcI/AAAAAAAAAXA/li8VI75XLxo/s400/prom+and+after+prom+166.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Beach lovers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129496577641413214-9203248920263066747?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/9203248920263066747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=9203248920263066747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/9203248920263066747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/9203248920263066747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/03/boredom-unleashed-editor-in-me.html' title='Boredom Unleashed The &quot;Editor?&quot; In Me'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Rf_Hc65jEdI/AAAAAAAAAXI/OGP6fby32WY/s72-c/third+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-1357704690488895519</id><published>2007-03-16T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T14:03:29.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nerd's Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I got my report card today so maybe it is the right time for me to tell you, guys, how I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I feel disappointed and happy at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But I feel 84% disappointed and only 16% happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Let me explain it to you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So, I got my card and here's my rank:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;First Quarter: 9 (90.008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Second Quarter: 11 (91.142)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Third Quarter: 8 (92.420)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Fourth Quarter: 10 (91.005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Final Grading: 9 (91.144)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So, I'm on the top 10 and my rank is 9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I have all the right to be happy, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;WRONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blame it to all to my Trigonometry grades!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Trigo grades:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;First Quarter: 95&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Second Quarter: 91&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Third Quarter: 82!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Fourth Quarter: 81!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You know what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm getting higher scores in Trigo than in College Algebra but I never got a grade below 85 in my College Algebra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You see, an honor student shall not have a grade lower than 85.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Heck, it was my first time to get a grade of 82 and 81!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;S**t!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;When I was in Second Year it was in her subject, too, that I got a problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I got a grade of 83!&lt;br /&gt;H*ll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm sorry if it sounds mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I just want to express how I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh, the grades found above are my grades for fourth year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I guess I'll have a lower grade if my third year grades will be combined to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Everything's a cr*p!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'll get an award by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"For what", you ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Perfect Attendance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;nyahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's true, though.&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/8129496577641413214-1357704690488895519?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-5039663081030647685</id><published>2007-03-13T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T16:31:25.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Went To School Just To Hang-Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;If there's one word that can describe my student life at this moment, it will absolutely be: BORING!&lt;br /&gt;Geez, we're going to school just to hang-out and all.&lt;br /&gt;As in, we're just sitting there, waiting for the time to pass us by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buti na lang&lt;/span&gt; yesterday, my classmates thought of a game.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the name of the game &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;basta&lt;/span&gt; half of us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;itutuloy itong&lt;/span&gt; phrase: "What if.......?" and the other half &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ito naman itutuloy&lt;/span&gt;: "I will......" We also tried doing it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pero sa Filipino&lt;/span&gt; language &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naman&lt;/span&gt;. Here are some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na natatandaan ko pa&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paano kung mahal ka rin pala ng mahal mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Asa! Mangarap ka!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paano kung hindi ka na&lt;/span&gt; virgin?&lt;br /&gt;A: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tara! Byahe tayo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What if Edward kisses you?&lt;br /&gt;A: I will kill you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na yung iba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naman&lt;/span&gt;, I brought my scrapbook &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; school &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapos ginawa ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Boring &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;noh?&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/8129496577641413214-5039663081030647685?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/5039663081030647685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=5039663081030647685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/5039663081030647685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/5039663081030647685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-went-to-school-just-to-hang-out.html' title='I Went To School Just To Hang-Out'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-5659245805701259280</id><published>2007-03-10T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:36:09.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Your Senior Life To The Fullest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Schedule:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;First Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;College Algebra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;P.E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Literature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Filipino---exempted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Second Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Physics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;H.E.---exempted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Grammar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Values---exempted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Drawing---exempted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Calculus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Third Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Trigonometry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Creative Writing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Research&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Computer---exempted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Economics---exempted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*whew!*&lt;br /&gt;Final exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;Hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;I just can't believe it's over and I'm not only talking about exams but high school as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Graduation&lt;/span&gt; practices start next week (I think...)&lt;br /&gt;And it is a sad thing to think about.&lt;br /&gt;Graduation is on March 29,2007.&lt;br /&gt;Yeahp! We only have 14 more days to go before finally saying goodbye to each other.&lt;br /&gt;I get teary-eyed just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;Think about this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14 days&lt;/span&gt; to spend time with my super duper "pasaway" batchmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 days&lt;/span&gt; to wear our regular uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 days&lt;/span&gt; to wear our PE uniform.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 day&lt;/span&gt; to wear my graduation dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending 9 years in that institution (some even spent 13 years), saying goodbye is really a hard thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;They aren't only my batchmates, classmates, or friends...they are more than that.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what to call them.&lt;br /&gt;They became a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; part of me.&lt;br /&gt;They somehow shaped me into who I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;I learned a lot from them.&lt;br /&gt;They taught me how to be good and they taught me how to be bad but most of all they taught me how to love and accept people as they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RfIhFVZRU1I/AAAAAAAAAWY/5HfOEzy6MAw/s1600-h/change.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RfIhFVZRU1I/AAAAAAAAAWY/5HfOEzy6MAw/s400/change.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040127308507206482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"We must all obey the great law of change. It is the most powerful law of nature."&lt;br /&gt;-Edmund Burke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Yes, I am just waiting on my world to change.&lt;br /&gt;My high school life will really be very different compared to my college life soon.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it will be better or it will be worse.&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I'll meet new people, new friends but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;---yes!---&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing will compare&lt;/span&gt; to my high school friends.&lt;br /&gt;I love them----super!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if only I could tell them these words.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RfIhAFZRU0I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/G4-v7J56cjE/s1600-h/please+don%27t+go.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RfIhAFZRU0I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/G4-v7J56cjE/s400/please+don%27t+go.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040127218312893250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;......I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;*sad*&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/8129496577641413214-5659245805701259280?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/5659245805701259280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=5659245805701259280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/5659245805701259280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/5659245805701259280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/03/live-your-senior-life-to-fullest.html' title='Live Your Senior Life To The Fullest'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RfIhFVZRU1I/AAAAAAAAAWY/5HfOEzy6MAw/s72-c/change.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-3659988368704659385</id><published>2007-03-05T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:36:10.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pink and Blue Experience Plus Some "Extras"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Last March 2, 11 pm, Che and I went to the Five Star terminal. We're headed to Manila. So, we were already seated at around 11 pm but we left Dagupan at around 12 pm. We arrived in Pasay at 5 am (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;binaba nga kami ng&lt;/span&gt; driver &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dun sa&lt;/span&gt; place &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na maraming&lt;/span&gt; prosti****). We went to Wendy's and ordered hot chocolate while waiting for Tita My and Kuya Mac. We ate donuts to go with our hot chocos. After having that quick snack, we rode a taxi to their house. Che's lola together with Angel welcomed us. We slept for more than two hours. We ate our breakfast, took a bath, fixed ourselves and off we went to CEU Makati. Che took her exam. After taking her exam, we went to SM Makati which is our(my mom and I) meeting place, specifically at Watson's. Tita My sketched their house so that my mom can pick us up the following day. After that, we went our separate ways. Tita My, Che and I ate our lunch in the food court. Che ate halo-halo, Tita My and I ordered our food at Tokyo Tokyo. I bought ensaymada at Muhlach's and gave it to Tita My. After eating our lunch, we went back to CEU to get the result and Che passed! She got 94! *clap* *clap* She will be going back to CEU for her interview once she get her report card. Though she's not yet sure whether she will be studying in CEU or not. We went home afterwards. I went upstairs at once and watched TV, but then I didn't notice that I fell asleep. Che woke me up and I had my dinner. After eating my dinner, I went back to the room and texted until the shores of sleep came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RevqmcOe5xI/AAAAAAAAAWA/gkFKf4m3v7k/s1600-h/ceu.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RevqmcOe5xI/AAAAAAAAAWA/gkFKf4m3v7k/s400/ceu.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038378554276898578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;The next day, Che woke up earlier than I did. We ate our breakfast, took a bath, fixed ourselves and our things and waited for mama to fetch us. AT 11:30 am, she told us to go to Mercury Drugstore near KFC. We bid goodbye to Che's lola and Angel's mom. Kuya Mac accompanied us to Mercury Drugstore. Che's relatives are so kind and hospitable. So, mama, tito, Angel, Joseph, and Rap-Rap fetched us. We ate at Kenny Rogers located in Katipunan and at 1 o'clock we went to Escaler Hall at ADMU where the first part of the Open House was held. The Open House was held for the JGSOM incoming freshmen. I registered and my second name is spelled incorrectly. This is the content of the paper:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ateneo de Manila University&lt;br /&gt;John Gokongwei School of Management&lt;br /&gt;Openhouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimoden, Justine Joepelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                               &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Schedule:&lt;br /&gt;                             Time                Subj./Course                                          Room&lt;br /&gt;                             3:00 PM         Marketing                                        Room: Escaler Hall&lt;br /&gt;                             3:20 PM    Information Technology              Room: SEC LEC 3&lt;br /&gt;                             4:00 PM    BS Mgt &amp; Legal Mgt                        Room: Escaler Hall&lt;br /&gt;                             4:30              BS Comtech Mgt                               Room: SEC LEC 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;After I registered, ushers led us to our seats. I am seated right next to a Chinese mom. The orientation began by introducing the Dean of the SOM, Mr. Rudy Ang. He started the talk by showing a small presentation. The presentation is based on th movie the Da Vinci Code. It's a funny presentation actually. The paintings, codes and all. The presentation is named:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dean Sees Code&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FM: Find Rudy Ang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FM means Freshmen, by the way. I like the show. In fact, everyone likes it! Dean Ang started talking about whether or not Ateneo is the right school for us and how to determine the answer for that. He talked about the famous alumni of the SOM, the number of students enrolled, students doing well (having honors and the like),  the Junior Term Abroad and the China Business Study Tour, scholarships, confirmation and a lot of other things. While Dean Ang was discussing about those things, the mom beside me started a conversation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese mom: Did you take up a Math Course?&lt;br /&gt;Jusz: Ano po? (yeah! I spoke in Filipino.)&lt;br /&gt;Chinese mom: Math course.&lt;br /&gt;Jusz: Yes. (I can't understand her question at first.)&lt;br /&gt;Chinese mom: Which one?&lt;br /&gt;Jusz: (after absorning what she said) I mean--no! I didn't take up a math course.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese mom: What course?&lt;br /&gt;Jusz: CommTech Management. (pointing at my course written on the blue thingy ADMU gave us.)&lt;br /&gt;Chinese mom: Oh! Where are you from?&lt;br /&gt;Jusz: (hesitant to tell where I came from.) I came from Pangasinan.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese mom: Really? That's far!&lt;br /&gt;Jusz: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese mom: Is she your friend? (pointing to Che)&lt;br /&gt;Jusz: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese mom: Where's your mom?&lt;br /&gt;Jusz: She's outside.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese mom: Did you take the exam in La Salle?&lt;br /&gt;Jusz: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese mom: How about in UST?&lt;br /&gt;Jusz: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese mom: Are you the valedictorian of your school?&lt;br /&gt;Jusz: No.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese mom: You're good!&lt;br /&gt;Jusz: (I just smiled.)&lt;br /&gt;Chinese mom: So, which school do you like more? La Salle or Ateneo?&lt;br /&gt;Jusz: Ateneo.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese mom: (she just nodded.)&lt;br /&gt;Chinese mom: What school did you come from?&lt;br /&gt;Jusz: (again---I was hesitant to answer) Ednas School.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese mom: What?&lt;br /&gt;Jusz: Ednas School.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese mom: E-D-N-A-S? (she spelled it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pa&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;Jusz: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese mom: Is that the best school in your place?&lt;br /&gt;Jusz: Yes, of course! (haha, jusz &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;met&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;Chinese mom: (she can't say anything.)&lt;br /&gt;---pause---&lt;br /&gt;Chinese mom: Are you paying a high tuition fee?&lt;br /&gt;Jusz: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese mom: How much?&lt;br /&gt;Jusz: (I asked Che) I think , Php 30,000 a year.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese mom: Not expensive.&lt;br /&gt;Jusz: (I just smiled.)&lt;br /&gt;Chinese mom: (she was talking to Che) She's good! From someone who came from the province and passed the four exams(four?maybe she thought I passed in UP! nyee!) She's good!&lt;br /&gt;Che: Of course, she is a part of the star section.&lt;br /&gt;Jusz: Sssh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Dean Ang's talk, he entertained questions. He opened the topic about that thing La Salle sent to those La Salle passers. He was funny. So, he answered the "question"---"Is that true?". So, there! After all questions were answered, we followed the schedule written on the paper given to us. We had demo classes and more talks about the different courses in SOM. After attending the IT demo class, they served snacks (Red Ribbon bread and juice). And we didn't even pay for anything. Senior ADMU students (management, I think?) were also there selling their products. After the Open House, my mom and her family drove us to the terminal of Victory Liner. When we reached Siesta, I bought a "chicken burger". *yum* ! haha! I arrived home at around 11 pm, I think? I was so tired! Though, I enjoyed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RevqmsOe5yI/AAAAAAAAAWI/85Dfbo66NlY/s1600-h/admu.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RevqmsOe5yI/AAAAAAAAAWI/85Dfbo66NlY/s400/admu.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038378558571865890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;It was really nice spending time with Che's family for the first day and with my family for the second day. Che's relatives were so hospitable talaga! They were so kind and all! Thank you so much to all of them. I also love the experience my Zzy and I had. It's really unforgettable. Yay! Bonding with my Zzy! Happiness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/8129496577641413214-3659988368704659385?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/3659988368704659385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=3659988368704659385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/3659988368704659385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/3659988368704659385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/03/pink-and-blue-experience-plus-some.html' title='The Pink and Blue Experience Plus Some &quot;Extras&quot;'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/RevqmcOe5xI/AAAAAAAAAWA/gkFKf4m3v7k/s72-c/ceu.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-6990952281780603060</id><published>2007-02-26T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:36:11.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Third Day of Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night  (February 25, 2007),  we had the Aming Handog 2007- a runway concert held in the Dagupan City People's Astrodome.&lt;br /&gt;It started at around 5:30 (I think?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pero dapat&lt;/span&gt; 4 p.m. ang start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;I love the show!&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eh---pero&lt;/span&gt; it was great &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talaga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Philharmonic Orchestra was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They're great, great, great!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala akong masabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Two thumbs up for the show!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang galing ng Ednasians!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/ReKTjKxWwHI/AAAAAAAAAVI/xs64ib72R2g/s1600-h/third+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/ReKTjKxWwHI/AAAAAAAAAVI/xs64ib72R2g/s400/third+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035749565749706866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nung pagdating sa bahay,&lt;/span&gt; picture picture &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;agad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/ReKTjqxWwII/AAAAAAAAAVQ/-_4RJ-S_jf4/s1600-h/third+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/ReKTjqxWwII/AAAAAAAAAVQ/-_4RJ-S_jf4/s400/third+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035749574339641474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Smile &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/ReKTj6xWwJI/AAAAAAAAAVY/AL307WzPixs/s1600-h/third+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/ReKTj6xWwJI/AAAAAAAAAVY/AL307WzPixs/s400/third+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035749578634608786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Uhm, hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/ReKSrqxWwCI/AAAAAAAAAUg/eP53zbnWFvQ/s1600-h/third+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/ReKSrqxWwCI/AAAAAAAAAUg/eP53zbnWFvQ/s400/third+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035748612266967074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;The stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/ReKSsKxWwDI/AAAAAAAAAUo/je1RWiAv5uw/s1600-h/third+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/ReKSsKxWwDI/AAAAAAAAAUo/je1RWiAv5uw/s400/third+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035748620856901682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;The Ednasian Ballerinas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/ReKSsaxWwEI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Svhzvy31vIE/s1600-h/third+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/ReKSsaxWwEI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Svhzvy31vIE/s400/third+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035748625151868994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Elementary students (models)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/ReKSsqxWwFI/AAAAAAAAAU4/r4DtSei_XbM/s1600-h/third+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/ReKSsqxWwFI/AAAAAAAAAU4/r4DtSei_XbM/s400/third+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035748629446836306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;High School students (models)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/ReKSs6xWwGI/AAAAAAAAAVA/6SOeBIUsOXM/s1600-h/third+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/ReKSs6xWwGI/AAAAAAAAAVA/6SOeBIUsOXM/s400/third+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035748633741803618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Dr. Edna Torio-Gonzales &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; Big Screen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I'm sorry for the low quality pictures.&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/8129496577641413214-6990952281780603060?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/6990952281780603060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=6990952281780603060' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/6990952281780603060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/6990952281780603060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title='Third Day of Celebration'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/ReKTjKxWwHI/AAAAAAAAAVI/xs64ib72R2g/s72-c/third+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-1704643952957652042</id><published>2007-02-24T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:36:14.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Day of Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/ReF-Q3EhtEI/AAAAAAAAAUU/eNwUjx9ZJtI/s1600-h/second+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/ReF-Q3EhtEI/AAAAAAAAAUU/eNwUjx9ZJtI/s400/second+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035444686502868034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;For the second day of celebration, we had a market fair from 8 a.m to 3 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;I did my job as a part of the Dedication Booth Committee.&lt;br /&gt;There were a few people who went to our school today.&lt;br /&gt;I also had a star painted on my right cheek before going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 5 o'clock in the afternoon, we had our washnight.&lt;br /&gt;But first, we went to Ronellyn's house, watched Princess hours and fixed ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/ReBWqXEhtDI/AAAAAAAAATQ/aFgChmhhbCs/s1600-h/second+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/ReBWqXEhtDI/AAAAAAAAATQ/aFgChmhhbCs/s400/second+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035119669147710514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;We were having so much fun during the Senior's presentation of the modern and ballroom dance.&lt;br /&gt;I also love the SFY's performance.&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, *tooot* looked so cute!&lt;br /&gt;I even had the chance to sit beside him.&lt;br /&gt;Hayz.&lt;br /&gt;But I know that he was looking at somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home sad.&lt;br /&gt;Not because of *tooot* but because of the result of the dance competition.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that the Seniors did their best.&lt;br /&gt;They had a fantastic performance.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know why they ended up in the 3rd place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First place: Juniors&lt;br /&gt;Second place: Sophies&lt;br /&gt;Third place: Seniors&lt;br /&gt;Fourth place: Freshies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Che, "Nakiluha si God." It's because after announcing the winners, it rained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the band competition, the SFY band won the first place.&lt;br /&gt;*clap**clap*&lt;br /&gt;And each of the SFY band members won a special award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Vocalist: Aries Abulencia&lt;br /&gt;Best Bassist: Cesar Gutierrez&lt;br /&gt;Best Lead Guitarist: Kenneth Constantino&lt;br /&gt;Best Drummer: Ephmari Valenzuela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/ReBWYXEhtAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/zsuIKKrVLqA/s1600-h/second+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/ReBWYXEhtAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/zsuIKKrVLqA/s400/second+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035119359910065154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Cleophine, Jubelle, and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/ReBWY3EhtBI/AAAAAAAAATA/TfAGz4cR9rU/s1600-h/second+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/ReBWY3EhtBI/AAAAAAAAATA/TfAGz4cR9rU/s400/second+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035119368499999762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Jusz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/ReBWZHEhtCI/AAAAAAAAATI/PH6cMCoQe7Q/s1600-h/second+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/ReBWZHEhtCI/AAAAAAAAATI/PH6cMCoQe7Q/s400/second+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035119372794967074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;It's me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/ReBVbHEhs6I/AAAAAAAAASI/PIJn4Fz8HoA/s1600-h/second+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/ReBVbHEhs6I/AAAAAAAAASI/PIJn4Fz8HoA/s400/second+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035118307643077538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;The&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tukayos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/ReBVbnEhs7I/AAAAAAAAASQ/YTJp3aajiNI/s1600-h/second+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/ReBVbnEhs7I/AAAAAAAAASQ/YTJp3aajiNI/s400/second+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035118316233012146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;My pic with the Rebels.&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/ReBVb3Ehs8I/AAAAAAAAASY/iAeZicZLtVk/s1600-h/second+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/ReBVb3Ehs8I/AAAAAAAAASY/iAeZicZLtVk/s400/second+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035118320527979458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Another pic with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/ReBVcXEhs9I/AAAAAAAAASg/uSEIboT8s4s/s1600-h/second+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/ReBVcXEhs9I/AAAAAAAAASg/uSEIboT8s4s/s400/second+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035118329117914066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Kimi and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/ReBVcnEhs-I/AAAAAAAAASo/R9KxMaCz0QE/s1600-h/second+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/ReBVcnEhs-I/AAAAAAAAASo/R9KxMaCz0QE/s400/second+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035118333412881378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;On my way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/ReBT2XEhs1I/AAAAAAAAARg/C78LMVWmd_w/s1600-h/second+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/ReBT2XEhs1I/AAAAAAAAARg/C78LMVWmd_w/s400/second+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035116576771257170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Aww. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nakulong si &lt;/span&gt;Zzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/ReBT3HEhs3I/AAAAAAAAARw/W_VpZRdsCpM/s1600-h/second+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/ReBT3HEhs3I/AAAAAAAAARw/W_VpZRdsCpM/s400/second+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035116589656159090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Cleo. Belle. Jusz, and Tine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/ReBT3nEhs4I/AAAAAAAAAR4/1J-xERllhHs/s1600-h/second+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/ReBT3nEhs4I/AAAAAAAAAR4/1J-xERllhHs/s400/second+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035116598246093698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Mameh and Garapats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/ReBT33Ehs5I/AAAAAAAAASA/dR-XcilnJQE/s1600-h/second+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/ReBT33Ehs5I/AAAAAAAAASA/dR-XcilnJQE/s400/second+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035116602541061010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Brother Jayson and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129496577641413214-1704643952957652042?l=chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/feeds/1704643952957652042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129496577641413214&amp;postID=1704643952957652042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/1704643952957652042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129496577641413214/posts/default/1704643952957652042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocoholicgirl-jusz.blogspot.com/2007/02/second-day-of-celebration.html' title='Second Day of Celebration'/><author><name>jusz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06664196787438950471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/tan_goddess/My%20pics/pinkcolor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/ReF-Q3EhtEI/AAAAAAAAAUU/eNwUjx9ZJtI/s72-c/second+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129496577641413214.post-8005773969055096058</id><published>2007-02-23T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:36:18.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day Celebration!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;We had our flag ceremony followed by the parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't as grand as I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;It's hot and everybody's so tired and sweating.&lt;br /&gt;I love the market fair, though.&lt;br /&gt;I am a part of the Dedication Booth committee but I let them do the job na lang because our booth was overcrowded, the customers are so impatient and the committee were so busy as bees.&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I walked around na lang in the campus.&lt;br /&gt;Cleophine and I tried the face-painting service in the gym.&lt;br /&gt;I had "I &lt;3 fried chicken" painted on my right cheek.&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Rd905nEhstI/AAAAAAAAAQA/C8htYrZmGhY/s1600-h/first+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Rd906XEhsvI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/C_Sl9okczNE/s400/first+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034871454397739762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Getting ready for the fireworks display!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Rd9z03EhsoI/AAAAAAAAAPY/4C3SAg4lQ8g/s1600-h/first+day+of+the+ruby+celebration+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k29CvAUliVk/Rd9z03EhsoI/AA
