<?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-8534452952515024026</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:21:37.869-08:00</updated><category term='Snape'/><category term='Harry potter series'/><category term='Harry potter'/><title type='text'>PurpleClick</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-6624458129124400411</id><published>2010-11-11T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T22:03:40.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SORRY, but I'm riding solo baby</title><content type='html'>"you can't stop my shine now" Okay, yes this post is another vent out blog. I really just can't take not venting it :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry baby but It's over now and the pain is now gone. Yes, it's over now babe. We can't be more than anything but just friends :) I'm willing to be your friend or maybe, just maybe, your bestfriend. uhhm, I hope that you and you're girl would finally be in "peace" because I'm already giving you up. OFFICIALLY GIVING YOU UP. And it's really okay now. Maybe you're not really for me. But just one sentence, please: "I'll make you realize that giving me up would be the worst thing you did" THAT'S A THREAT. I'm not in for revenge but rather some way to make you feel the pain I felt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-6624458129124400411?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/6624458129124400411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/11/sorry-but-im-riding-solo-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/6624458129124400411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/6624458129124400411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/11/sorry-but-im-riding-solo-baby.html' title='SORRY, but I&apos;m riding solo baby'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-2610840924774084106</id><published>2010-11-11T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T21:48:20.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE WELCOME POST!</title><content type='html'>So hello, readers! I miss all of you :) So I'm a sophomore now. And it's completely different from the previous years. You really have to work on projects, assignments, seatworks and other requirements or else you will fail :| But so far, our batch is doing better than last year. Our intramurals is coming soon! I really can't wait for it! It's one of the events in SPCP that I'm really looking forward to! No offense to the one who designed our batch shirt but it sucks. No, honestly, it looks like a jejeshirt or whatsoever. It's really unfair that some rooms are not able to vote for the "cool shirt design" but what can we do? it's already there. :-&lt; So, what kwentos do I have for you? uhhhmm OH YEAH! of course, how can I forget? uhhmm I have this very annoying friend, AS IN ANNOYING TO THE NTH LEVEL. She thinks that I'm her best friend. I don't mind it at first because we're acting like normal friends. But nowadays, she's over reacting! she's acting like she's my BFF, but NO, SHE'S DEFINITELY NOT MY BFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OWW.,.&lt;br /&gt;my mom just called. FYI, it's the issuance of card today. Definitely, all of my grades zoom up except for journalism. I don't know why, but it's one of the easiest subject yes, I almost flunked it. I just can't understand. But I'm really happy of my grades! THANK YOU LORD! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-2610840924774084106?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/2610840924774084106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/11/welcome-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/2610840924774084106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/2610840924774084106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/11/welcome-post.html' title='THE WELCOME POST!'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-8744899037967786937</id><published>2010-11-11T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T18:49:30.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome me back, blogger!</title><content type='html'>It's been like a year since I last blogged :| I really can't remember the last time I blogged :| So anyways, I have lots of stories to tell. I'd been using tumblr. and maybe that's the reason why I can't check my blog anymore :| =)) So, anyways, uhhmm I'm seriously not happy and happy at the same time. Okay the sad part is about love thing. I'm really fighting this urge not to vent out my emotions here but It's my blog so people can do nothing about it. So this blog post would be about my feelings okay. The welcome post will be after this one :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my &lt;s&gt; lover &lt;/s&gt;,&lt;br /&gt; I'm a fool to believe in your words. I should have known that all of those are lies.  But maybe because of my stupid heart, it beats in every word that you say. But now, I realize we can never be more than friends. It saddens me everytime I think about all the fun things we did and like taylor swift said "It's killing me to see you go after all this time" At first, yes. I cried a lot, I prayed a lot, I kept on thinking on how I will make it up to you and all crazy stuff that you can imagine. But you know what's the hardest part, lying to my friends and putting that fake smile on. Lying because when they asked me If I'm okay, I would say yes even though I'm not. And that fake smile. The hardest thing to wear. Just the thought of you being happy with "her" makes me want to cry out loud. Those days were miserable. I was devastated. My dad would often ask me why I am not saying a thing or just staring on the floor and my only response would be a simple nod and that untrue smile. But God, had given me strength and wonderful people that are WAY MUCH BETTER THAN YOU. So, thank you for making me realize again one thing: "friends and family would be your only refuge in horrible moments and not another guy who would break your heart"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;Anna :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-8744899037967786937?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/8744899037967786937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/11/welcome-me-back-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/8744899037967786937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/8744899037967786937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/11/welcome-me-back-blogger.html' title='welcome me back, blogger!'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-8299644051024970746</id><published>2010-08-28T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T21:21:44.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chap 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;CAFETERIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ano kayang masarap na food? si angela 2nd half pa mag lulunch. Haaay ang sad naman pag college na kasi minsan di kayo sabay ng BFF mo. :( oo alam o masungit ako minsan sa kanya :( so anyway, ano na? ano na bang food? ah sige na nga eto na lang chicken strips. Bumili ako at umupo sa table. MAG ISA. CERTIFIED LONER? ANGELAAAA :(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;may nakaupo ba dito? Pwedeng makishare ng table?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"OBVIOUSLY, wala 8-| ayyyy wait...di ka pwedeng umupo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"huh bakit?" &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;aba may gana ka pang magtanong!&lt;br /&gt;"Ahm, nag sorry ka ba nung nabangga mo ako? hindi diba?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"ah yun lang ba? SORRY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"wala ng magagawa yang sorry mo!" SUNGIT KO! &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"PLEASE? wala na kasing vacant chairs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"fine!" haaaay sino ba tlga hanap ng mokong na to? at bakit parang di niya kasam yung basketball friends niya?&lt;br /&gt;"OO nga pala, ang ganda ng game niyo kahapon" TSSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"huh?" &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ano labo niya ah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biglang bumukas yung door at lumabas yung mga basketball&lt;s&gt; hunks.&lt;/s&gt; at wait bakit nandun si Joshua? wait...nag hahalucinate na ba ako?&lt;br /&gt;"WAIT, kambal kayo nun?"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ah oo. Siya si Joshua at ako naman si Gabriel. Gab na lang. palatandaan mo, nasa left yung dimple niya ako sa right"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kinompare and contrast ko sila at oo nga noh.&lt;br /&gt;"AAAhhhh...so anong course mo?" segway queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"architecture"  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nerd ata tong unggoy na to eh.&lt;br /&gt;"ganu-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Hi anna, hi Gab. Friends na kayo?" &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;anak ng tipaklong! ito na yung kambal niya. EPALOGS AH! FC....&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, friends tayo? oo friends kami, kayo?" sungit ko noh. Ayoko kasi sa epal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Taray mo naman. Anyway, pwedeng paupo sa table. Puno na kas i yung table namin eh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"ay meron na palang table na may nakalaagay 'reserved for basketball jocks' " tanong ko! tingnan natin kung di pa mapikon yun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"actually, meron :)) so  yan lang kakainin niyo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"ahmm oh sige maiwan ko na kayo kasi hinihintay ako ng best friend ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"wait anong course mo?" &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"accounting! bisita ka minsan sa building namin ah! BYE, GAB!" hahaha sorry mas close kami ni gab! :)) lecheng joshua,,,,,epal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-8299644051024970746?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/8299644051024970746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/08/chap-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/8299644051024970746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/8299644051024970746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/08/chap-3.html' title='Chap 3'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-7971211179973686376</id><published>2010-08-28T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T21:30:56.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHAP 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh Shit siya yun! pero kanina di naman naka jersey yun ah.  TAE, yan yung lalakeng hindi marunong magsorry. At kung akala niya titilian ko siya dahil gwapo siya. Manigas siya! kung nag sorry siya okay lang napag cheer ko pa siguro siya kahit Go! lang. Hindi eh. At never kong gagawin yun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"BEST! I received the best news ever. Sabi ng mga kapwa journalist ko ako daw makikipag one on one kay Jersey no. 5"  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;huh? and who the heck is jersey no.5 tiningnan ko yung mga players at si Ortega. HMMP, bastos naman yun.&lt;br /&gt;"Sige pagkatapos nitong game, uuwi na ako. May research pa kasi kami eh" HAHA what a flimsy excuse, anna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"wag ka ngang KJ diyan! sasamahan mo ako sa ayaw at sa gusto mo" &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ka-inis.  kung di ko lang talaga to best friend. Kanina ko pa to nasabunutan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natapos ang game at guess who got the highest points? ORTEGA. Bwiset! so ayun pumasok na kami sa conference hall. May kanya kanyang toka yung mga friends at kapwa journalist. At eto kami naghihintay kay mr. popular. At after 10 mins. nagpakita na rin. nag smile siya at kung ano ano pang pa cute. LECHE! as if naman type ko siya. NEVER AS IN NEVER KO SIYANG MAGUGUSTUHAN! Tandaan niyo yan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"hello, I'm Angela and this is my friend, Anna. So, nice game, huh" &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sabi ni gela. TSSSs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"yeah, Nice meeting you guys." &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TSSSS talaga&lt;br /&gt;"as if" sabi ko pabulong&lt;br /&gt;Tapos ayun nag interview at nag interview sila ng kung ano ano at tawanan ng tawanan. Hanggang sa salamat natapos rin! kala ko bukas na matatapos yun eh. BWISET. So nag lakad kami pa uwi since mag kapit bahay lang naman kami :p Tapos ang quiet niya lang&lt;br /&gt;"HUY, naparalize ka na ata yung bibig mo!" sabi ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Wala iniisip ko lang ilalagay ko sa article ko"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"artcle or yung smile sayo nung hinayupak ng joshua na yun?" hahaha I know her that much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"YUNg article nga sinabi. Ang kulet mo!" &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ooppps asar na ata :)) BULLY TALAGA AKO FOREVER. :)) =)) &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;"so kamusta naman yung interview mo dun?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Okay lang naman. Ang sarap niyang kausap, actually. Naiilang nga lang daw siya sayo kasi parang hindi ka daw interested :))"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"batukan mo! dapat lang matapos niya akong bunguuin kanina!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"feeling ko nga may gusto sayo yun eh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"haha! ako pa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-7971211179973686376?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/7971211179973686376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/08/chap-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/7971211179973686376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/7971211179973686376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/08/chap-2.html' title='CHAP 2'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-5100703693860326354</id><published>2010-08-27T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T20:11:44.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHAP 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Nasan na ba yung babaeng yun? UGGGHH pag ako talagang na late, masasabunutan ko siya ng bonggang bongga! Ako nga pala si Angela Cruz. Gela na lang tawag niyo. At kung akala niyo ako ang bida dito..NO! side kick lang naman ako ng pinaka makupad at tamad na tao na si Anna Reyes. Hinahanap ko kasi yung hinayupak na yun nasa C.R. lang pala. Journalist kasi ako, at kailangan kong i-cover yung basketball championship ngayon! 10 mins na lang at mag iistart na pero etong walang hiya kong best friend nag aayos pa rin ng gamit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Oh, halika na. Wag ka na kasi mangarap diyan na magiging kayo pa ni Ryan. " &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;sabi pa nun. Haaay kung di lang kita bestfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anna's POV&lt;br /&gt;Eto talaga tong si est pren! kailangan pa akong isali sa kalokohan niya! ...oh fine requirement yun sa course niya 8-| so anyway, I'm Anna reyes. Ang certified bully sa school namin! :)) sorry ah, hobby ko lang naman yun. I can change whenever I want. Pumunta kami sa Gym at grabe sobrang INGAY! ugghh...kinapa ko yung bulsa ko para tingnan yung phone ko. Pero SHIT! wala. Naiwan ko ata yung napaka ganda kong phone.&lt;br /&gt;"Best, may nakalimutan ako sa wash room, kunin ko lang" sabi ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"basta bilisan mo lang ah. Baka mamiss mo yung bagong starplayer ng batch natin!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hindi na ako nag reply at pag aawayan lang namin yun. Tumakbo ako palabas ng gymnasium at sobrang nagmamadali na ako kasi..alam niyo na...may mag interes dun! tumakbo ako ng tumakbo hanggang sa KA BLAM! may nabangga ako. Este nabangga niya ako!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ano ba? di mo ba nakikita na nagmamadali ako! paharang harang" sabay irap siyempre. Bully ata tong lola niyo&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sorry ba naman! taray naman nito" &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sabi pa ng mokong&lt;br /&gt;Malagpasan na nga yung walang hiyang yun! di pa nag sorry. At sawakas, for what seems like 10 years, nakapunta na rin ako ng washroom. At thank god nandun pa yung pinakamamahal kong phone! bumalik na ako sa Gym at nag start na yung game. At anong ineexpect niyo? titili ako. DUH! NO! di ako die-hard fans ng mga pawisin na basketbolerong mga yun. Pero ibahin niyo si Angela. Tutok na tutok. *sigh* ang boring naman. Syempre di ako manunuod ng bolang pasalit salit lang sa mga kamay ng mga pawis na basketbolero na yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"AAAAHHH! ang pogi mo ORTEGA! AKO NA LANG GF MO!!!!" &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sigaw ni Gela. Huh? meron bang player na ortega? Kilala ko lahat ng basketball player at 2 sa kanila naging ex ko na. bad gurl ako eh :P :)) pero ortega? wala as in NONE!&lt;br /&gt;"huh? sino naman  yung sinisigaw sigaw mo diyan?" pabiro kong tanong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Siya yung bagong starplayer na sinasabi ko! ang gwapo gwapo niya talaga! ang cutie ng dimples!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"So pinagpapalit mo na yung Ryan mo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"OF COURSE NOT!" &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napaka indenial queen talaga tong si Angela. tiningnan ko yung court at WAAAHH ang pogi nga nung guy..pero he looks familiar. na meet ko na yan eh! THINK THINK THINK. AH siya yung nabangga ko kanina! OH SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-5100703693860326354?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/5100703693860326354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/08/chap-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/5100703693860326354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/5100703693860326354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/08/chap-1.html' title='CHAP 1'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-8857962887639591205</id><published>2010-08-27T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T20:04:58.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KUNG KAMBAL ANG NANLIGAW SAYO, SINO PIPILIIN MO?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kambal sila...halos parehas ang nararamdaman mo, sino pipiliin mo?&lt;br /&gt;hati ang puso mo, anong gagawin mo?&lt;br /&gt;tatakbo? iiyak? mag lulupasay?&lt;br /&gt;o gagayahin mo ako?&lt;br /&gt;Ang hirap ng kambal ang mahal.&lt;br /&gt;Kasi alam mo na kahit ano pa mang pag mamahal ang ibigay mo, hindi pa rin mapapatayan ang pagmamahal nila sa isa't isa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Characters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anna Reyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Joshua Ortega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Gabriel Michael Ortega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Angela Marie Cruz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Christelle Jhen Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;additional characters may come by :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8534452952515024026-8857962887639591205?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/8857962887639591205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/08/kung-kambal-ang-nanligaw-sayo-sino.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/8857962887639591205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/8857962887639591205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/08/kung-kambal-ang-nanligaw-sayo-sino.html' title='KUNG KAMBAL ANG NANLIGAW SAYO, SINO PIPILIIN MO?'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-8121292472689442971</id><published>2010-07-30T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T00:59:04.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE JOSHUA ORTEGA</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I have finally admitted it. For after 3 months, we finally had this confess thingy and we both said that it's the same thing. You know the feeling even though you can't rest but one hello from him is like heaven feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you guys, want to know how we confess? yeah..I copy paste it in word. SO yeah..I edited some:&lt;br /&gt;J(joshua)&lt;br /&gt;M(me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: hoy babae, di ka na nag paramdam&lt;br /&gt;M: ah anong ako...ikaw kaya&lt;br /&gt;J: lagi nga kitang pi-PM&lt;br /&gt;M: sorry ah, kasi 2nd year eh... :))&lt;br /&gt;J: so?&lt;br /&gt;M: iba kasi ang second yr. dito eh&lt;br /&gt;J: SO?&lt;br /&gt;M: ewan&lt;br /&gt;J: may sasabihin ako&lt;br /&gt;M:WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;J: sinabi na sayo ng pinsan kong makulit or ni Keith?&lt;br /&gt;M: ang alin?&lt;br /&gt;J: na..yeah...&lt;br /&gt;M: huh? EWAN...ako rin pala may sasabihin&lt;br /&gt;J: ano?&lt;br /&gt;M: na ano..&lt;br /&gt;J: mauna ka na kasi&lt;br /&gt;M: ikaw na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: I love you.. oh yan na ah...hirap ah&lt;br /&gt;M: DITTO &gt;:D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;J: pwede ba&lt;br /&gt;M: SERYOSO!&lt;br /&gt;J: maniwala unggoy&lt;br /&gt;M: di wag..&lt;br /&gt;J: FINE...&lt;br /&gt;M: ehem??&lt;br /&gt;J: YEHEY! *kisses to  you *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-8121292472689442971?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/8121292472689442971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-love-joshua-ortega.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/8121292472689442971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/8121292472689442971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-love-joshua-ortega.html' title='I LOVE JOSHUA ORTEGA'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-1633516288228300960</id><published>2010-07-10T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T00:07:35.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are shooting stars?</title><content type='html'>SO hi guys. This past few weeks is a huge wave with mixed emotions in it. Firstly, I feel back stabbed. Yeah, stabbed. There's this friend of mine. We'd been really close for almost one year. I love her of course, because even if we belong in two different rooms, we're able to establish this friendship. So this year, 2nd year, we're classmates! of course I am really happy that we're finally classmates. But I never thought that this year won't be as fun as last year. I mean it's fun but not as the same as before. When she will make a story, of course, I, as a friends is trying to be animated as possible. But she kept telling it to me over and over again that it comes to the point that sometimes I'll act as impassive or else I'll just nod or something. I hate people who kept telling you the same story and still wants you to be animated just like when you first heard the story. But as of now, I'm still weighing things up on how I will mend this dilemma up. The next one is more of a happy one. I can't describe it online but I can give a clue or rather a hint. The hint is, I am really longing for someone, I mean a friend or rather friends, who'll never replace me. As I said, I'm feeling lots of emotions, nowadays. So, I'm finding for friends and luckily I  think God is now hinting me the ones. So yeah, I'm really grateful. Yeah, that's all :) I just want to share&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-1633516288228300960?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/1633516288228300960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/07/can-we-pretend-that-airplanes-in-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/1633516288228300960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/1633516288228300960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/07/can-we-pretend-that-airplanes-in-night.html' title='Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are shooting stars?'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-2225255143784094089</id><published>2010-06-25T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T00:31:26.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so hi bloggers, it's been a while since I'd blogged. I miss checking my blog. Honestly, my days had been not so happy and happy at the same time. Sorry if you're kind of confused about that. SO, let's start about the positive side. The positive side was that I'm already a sophie. Actually, I don't know if I should be happy about that fact. And I think I'll have a fun year this school year (I hope so). But despite of my happiness of being a second year, I also miss the people I used to be with. I miss my old classmates and how pathetic we used our time in first year. I can say that first year life is the easiest among the 4 years in highschool. Oh my shit, I really miss my algebra subject. Before, I thought that Algebra sucks and it's the fuckiest thing ever made (I'm so mad at it, right?) that's why I rejoiced when I stepped out of the four halls of the one-seven classroom. But I never thought that Algebra will be the easiest subject ever in highschool. Maybe in the math division. So yeah, being a second year is a mixture of happy times and suckish subjects, not mentioning the teachers. OOOpppss am I violating some rules about the name of the said "prestigious school" but think about it, it's somehow true in some ways. That also mean I'm generalizing. I like some but I hate and dislike few.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-2225255143784094089?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/2225255143784094089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-hi-bloggers-its-been-while-since-id.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/2225255143784094089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/2225255143784094089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-hi-bloggers-its-been-while-since-id.html' title=''/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-543798280962152669</id><published>2010-06-18T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T18:37:29.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I had the best busmates :D</title><content type='html'>Since last year, I already had fun being with my busmates. They're fun to be with and they don't pretend something that they don't. But I don't expect that this year would be the most wonderful time with busmates. I know it would be awkward to be in gradeschool bus if we do the stuff we're doing right now. SO, some of my busmates are suggesting a separate bus from the gradeschool. I hope that bond between us will always stay, forever. Naks drama eh :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-543798280962152669?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/543798280962152669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-had-best-busmates-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/543798280962152669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/543798280962152669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-had-best-busmates-d.html' title='I had the best busmates :D'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-7420088554432652379</id><published>2010-06-18T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T18:30:24.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time seems to fly so fast</title><content type='html'>Time, a thing that can never be back forever, but a thing that can be either memorable or bitter. And time is the thing that can never be stopped. Time, a very uncontrollable thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have cousin who'll get married this day. It's a very depressing thing for me that slowly, my cousins are getting married and having the life they want. I know I should be happy by that fact but getting married means lesser time together. But I would be very happy for them since they finally met the one destined for them. So. I just like to congratulate my cousin. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-7420088554432652379?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/7420088554432652379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/06/time-seems-to-fly-so-fast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/7420088554432652379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/7420088554432652379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/06/time-seems-to-fly-so-fast.html' title='time seems to fly so fast'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-5041693628760642153</id><published>2010-06-11T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T18:28:35.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST WEEK OF SCHOOL</title><content type='html'>My first week of school went well. People are so nice. They're not as choosy as my other classmates before. But despite of their kindness, I still miss my former classmates, the one-seven. So, I'm here to share to you guys the difference of my previous section to my section now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My new classmates are not so choosy when it comes to grouping.&lt;br /&gt;-I know you're familiar with the word "clique" or "peers". Last year, cliques are really in click! :)) It's like they will make a way to be with their friends and they're like disgusted (I think that's not the right word) when they're in a group of people that they don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. it's more peaceful now.&lt;br /&gt;-to tell you honestly, people in 2-5 are like angels. it's an exaggeration of course. But whenever they saw a teacher they will act like disciplined girls. So, I guess it's gonna be a rocking school year. (I hope so, with all that horrible subjects)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It way much easier before.&lt;br /&gt;-with algebra and bio, it's easier of course. But with a teacher who doesn't teach in chemistry, that's horrible. But I'm doing fine with Geometry and Trigonometry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Students now are more responsible.&lt;br /&gt;-Yeah, since we're the batch that was known before that half of it failed, we wanted to prove that we can do it. And that we're more responsible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-5041693628760642153?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/5041693628760642153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/06/first-week-of-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/5041693628760642153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/5041693628760642153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/06/first-week-of-school.html' title='FIRST WEEK OF SCHOOL'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-2960978450290740720</id><published>2010-06-03T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T18:22:49.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TEARFUL FRIDAY</title><content type='html'>a tearful friday to all of the bloggers out there. First, I'm mourning for the passing of an awesome summer. Secondly, I'd like to mourn for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is the very first blog that will tackle my personal life. It's just that I need someone to talk to but unfortunately I don't have someone so I need something so here I am writing this blog. So, my problem is my family. Lately, I'm pretending that I don't care of those shoutings and misunderstanding. This is what it looks like: All of my brothers are intense like listening to the conversations intently and very alarmed. While me, I'm reading a magazine and smiling while reading it. I'm doing that not because I don't care I do that because it's my sweet escape. Escape from all of those misunderstanding. And lately, also, I had proven to myself that money can be  either your paradise or your life ruiner. Yes, life ruiner. It's one thing that my parents, all parents, take seriously. Too much seriously, that they don't even care who are the people that they're hurting. Guys, what do you do when you're parents are acting crazy for some insanity? Me, I try to avoid them. It works for me because I won't be able to hear those shouts and nasty words. You know, I'm considered lucky, why? because my parents usually only stay mad at each other over night. I'm always confident that tomorrow when I wake up, all things will be back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're parents are like mine, I mean at an unstable condition, my advice to you is never to put your butt into theirs. Because it will just make things worse. And they hate it when you're in between. Try to ignore, it's their life you don't have anything to do with it. And try to avoid them. It's my advice only because I hate seeing them fight. There's no one in this world who likes their parents fighting. And lastly, pray that they'll be okay. It always works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-2960978450290740720?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/2960978450290740720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/06/tearful-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/2960978450290740720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/2960978450290740720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/06/tearful-friday.html' title='TEARFUL FRIDAY'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-6009105618975821713</id><published>2010-06-03T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T01:54:24.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confessions of a shopaholic</title><content type='html'>So, this blog post will obviously be about the movie named "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The confessions of a Shopaholic". &lt;/span&gt;This movie was actually based from a book written by Sophie Kinsella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking: another movie for girly girls. Actually, it was sort of like that. But a I believe that a guy will, too, enjoy movies like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie revolves around Rebeca Bloomwood who's a certified shopaholic. How did she get shopaholic? Simple, her parents were certified money-saver. They bought Rebeca a pair of shoes that seem lasted for the whole school yearS of her. So, the tendency is that girls who have so many adorable stuff laugh at her. I feel her like super. I used to envy girls who can buy their expensive clothes and ultra high platforms in just one swipe. Yes, you heard it right, in just one swipe. The secret to Rebeca's branded stuffs was her credit cards. She doesn't only own one but 12 (if I'm not mistaken) I think she's really fortunate :) but disaster came when her debt goes deeper and deeper. She received a letter from the bank that her dept is just only $16,000 and something. And at the same time, she just got fired. That's a total bummer. So she got to find a new job. Did I just say that she's a pretty good journalist? So she got accepted and she finally accomplished a very great article entitled "The girl with the green scarf" and she earned a big notice from the company's directors especially to his boss slash editor. They have feeling for each other (yeah) Her life is basically revolving around her trusty bestfriends, who's as crazy as she is, Shopping (of course) and her boss. Her best friend is getting married soon. The climax of the story began when this man who's working from the bank was asking her to pay. She's not even getting her salary. But that guy must absolutely stay a secret from her boss and to everyone except her bestfriend who's really eager to make Rebeca change. Her friend doesn't want her to be a shopaholic. So she asked rebeca to do a favor and that favor is to attend this anti-shopping seminar. So one time, her boss slash her crush will be featured on the television so she bought this ultra expensive dress and went to shop with her bestfriend for the wedding gowns for Rebeca since she's going to be the bride's maid. And after the endless shopping she went to the seminar but the "leader" of the seminar caught all the things she shopped. So what the leader did is they exchange both the dresses to a store. And when she came back to the shop, it's already for sale. Meaning she have to buy it. The problem was, she only got money enough for one dress. So guess what she chose? the bride's maid gown or the expensive one for the T.V. feature. Of course, she'll choose the expensive one. But the T.V. interview was a disaster and her bestfriend found out what she to the dress. Watch the movie or buy the book to find out what she did to mend things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guarantee to all shopaholics, it's the best show for you, guys :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-6009105618975821713?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/6009105618975821713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/06/confessions-of-shopaholic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/6009105618975821713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/6009105618975821713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/06/confessions-of-shopaholic.html' title='confessions of a shopaholic'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-6971875316789563293</id><published>2010-05-30T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T22:41:52.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bye bye summer :( I'll miss you</title><content type='html'>Summer times are finally over, people. Maybe at least for us. Bummer. I mean we, paulinians have to get over of our summer vacation. As early as now there are so many intrigues that covers our first day of school. Firstly, the dismissal time. It is said that our dismissal time would be 5:30 instead of 4:15. Secondly, is that our first day of school will be on june 7 while other schools, almost all, will start at june 15. There are so many unfair decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's unfair, maybe i should accept it because that how hard life is. So say good bye to summer and hello school&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-6971875316789563293?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/6971875316789563293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/05/bye-bye-summer-ill-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/6971875316789563293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/6971875316789563293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/05/bye-bye-summer-ill-miss-you.html' title='bye bye summer :( I&apos;ll miss you'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-523313962543737650</id><published>2010-05-29T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T20:38:10.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer days are [sadly] over</title><content type='html'>okay, I know St. paul is being unfair again. First of all, our firstday of school will be earlier. That's a big bummer. The second one is that there is a rumor that our dismissal time will be 5:30. That's only a rumor. SO, I bought my school supplies and stuff. So buy stuff that you need, now. So byieee bloggersssss :( I'll be somehow inactive :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-523313962543737650?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/523313962543737650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer-days-are-sadly-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/523313962543737650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/523313962543737650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer-days-are-sadly-over.html' title='Summer days are [sadly] over'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-3241211627274843114</id><published>2010-05-22T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T20:58:29.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>Hi guys, I'm back fiercely and freshly! SO, anyways, I'm up to no good these past few days. My life is almost like a robot except for saturdays! :) My life has been like this: wake up, eat breakfast, grab the laptop, do random stuff, go online, sign out, turn off laptop, read, take a bath, go to watch TV, lptop, photoshop, surf the net, get the dSLR, eat. And pretty much like that. I know it's boring but amazingly, I got used to it. I never thought that I can adjust boredom! :)) haha of course I was kidding! So, anyways I am currently reading The last song written by nicholas sparks. I wasn't really a huge fan of Sparks, only a fan. Because there are some part of the bookd I read that he also written like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;true believer &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; dear John  &lt;/span&gt;that I don't really like but it's awesome. What I really like is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A walk to remember&lt;/span&gt; and now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the last song.&lt;/span&gt; My all time favorite is the last song because it really has a sense of humor and there are some things that I just can't do like shouting at your dad. And the story is really modern. I looked at the copy right page and it said that it was published last year. So expect foods like hotdog, pop tart and characters like Nemo or punk dudes. And the one who played dad there is awesome! no curfews and everything! but just don't shoplift, right ronnie? :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-3241211627274843114?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/3241211627274843114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/3241211627274843114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/3241211627274843114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-3919908055719416728</id><published>2010-05-06T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T04:27:54.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenclash!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i love this show. I watch it everyday. I like the teenternational housemates. Bret is so effin' cute, right? And also I was disappointed that Shey is forced evict. All of the awesome people were evicted. Worst, Force evicted. I hate Kuya for being biased. I pity joe. Because he was separated from his close friends, shey and eslove. And then after a few days, eslove was FORCED evict and later on Shey. I mean, why did kuya didn't warn them? And hey, everyone deserves a second chance. And about tricia, who's housemates' enemy no. 1. She's okay with me but I don't like her when she said this "kuya joe, tulungan mo naman ako kay Ivan" (Joe, can you help me with Ivan) It's annoying. A girl shouldn't say that. And Ivan is perfect for Fretzie. I didn't know fretzie that well, so yeah. And Devon, I like the way she act. She's so me. I stick with the one I know well. And with Yen, she's pretty and I think Yong likes her. Which is awesome but how about the poor girl, tricia. What the housemate were doing is absolutely not right. A teen must be open and must accept their fellow teens. And I think what's PBB without tricia. And about Bret, he's cute. He reminds me of Zac efron. But the girl that's from hongkong, the fluent one in filipino, I don't like her. There's an aura of her that I don't like. But all in all I love this show. Even though what they do everyday is follow the rules and eat and sleep, it's interesting. With all the challenges. But I think the biggest challenge that they need to face is homesickness, that's why I dislike potz, so OA. SO that all. BYIEE&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/8534452952515024026-3919908055719416728?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/3919908055719416728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/05/teenclash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/3919908055719416728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/3919908055719416728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/05/teenclash.html' title='Teenclash!'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-7771468415009907712</id><published>2010-05-06T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T03:48:31.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sorry if i haven't updated this blog for 2 days. It's just because we're grounded. It's a dumb idea, I know. IT's all my kuya's fault. He answered back at my dad and the result? all of us were grounded. No gadgets at all. It's one of the worst day of my life. And also from that I realized that I really truly love my gadgets. We all do. Our world is currently revolving in technology.I realized that my life would be mundane without the iPod, computer and other stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back about being grounded. I effin' hate my dad during those days. I know and I believe he's not KJ but how did he catch the stupid fever. As I had said, it's so boring. I hope that won't happen again. So good luck guys&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/8534452952515024026-7771468415009907712?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/7771468415009907712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/05/yes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/7771468415009907712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/7771468415009907712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/05/yes.html' title='YES!'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-9177166352645806640</id><published>2010-04-25T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T21:10:34.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY I LOVE</title><content type='html'>why i love summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Torture-free days&lt;br /&gt;- after the year's assignments and exams, no student don't want summer. Admit it, you love summer. But if you really love school and studies and stuffs, well then, go to kumon. My brain have to take it's rest and it deserves some relaxation. I want to go beaches this summer but I can't because our bills is oh so high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Nail Polish&lt;br /&gt;-since colored nails are prohibited in school, summer is the time to get those nails painted. I'm not a fan of nail polish before but I realized that coloring those toe nails are actually fun. I paint them not for show-off but for fun. And after all, it's cute right? and you can't remove this polish-love from girls like me. Especially if you're studying in an all-girls school. That school can change almost half of your personality. But don't worry sometimes I got lazy painting my nails so ..yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Gimiks&lt;br /&gt;-even though most of the time hindi natutuloy, I still look forward to this one. Because I'm so lazy to commute and I don't want to be tan! As in I don't like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Show time&lt;br /&gt;- I love this show, I know a lot of people love this too. And with vice ganda and gladys arguing slash joking, it was such a funny, cool show. And the energy of the madlang people it just made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. SHOPPING&lt;br /&gt;-As far as now, the greates shopping experience ngayong summer is with my dad. He's not kuripot that time. We took our breakfast first at MCDO near our condo then we go to the condo and sleep then we waited for the time that the mall will open. And we went there and we went shopping. He's a certified shopaholic. He bought shoes that's oh-so-expensive for 2 hours and 6 long sleeve polo. I was like 0_o. And my feet was aching that time di pa ako nakapag shop. We ate at the eat-all-you-can restaurant and I shop for stuffs. Nail polish, shades, books and shoes. I know it's a lot but hey, my dad is really rich that time so, papakipot pa ba ako?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-9177166352645806640?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/9177166352645806640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/9177166352645806640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/9177166352645806640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-i-love.html' title='WHY I LOVE'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-8848743234965000227</id><published>2010-04-25T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T20:45:02.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want :(</title><content type='html'>My dad is so nakakainis. He said to me that we'll go to Canada this summer. As in kami lang. And that means no Kuyas for the whole summer but DAMN, no budget. Because of the DAMN condo.  I really wanna go there. And my tita is the best tita ever, you know. She bought me stuffs that my dad don't wanna buy me. And she's not KJ unlike my parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-8848743234965000227?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/8848743234965000227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/8848743234965000227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/8848743234965000227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-want.html' title='I want :('/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-2431529166769582224</id><published>2010-04-25T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T00:23:01.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SCHOOL...</title><content type='html'>My freshman year has been amazing! I know our batch is not that perfect but I can say that we're great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, at first I had a hard time memorizing the different places and venues. Our school is big, literally. I'm not boasting or anything but if you're new to it, you might find it confusing. But of course, later on, I'm used to my second home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite place of course was our classroom. It's cold and dark there. Wherein our lights are always busted, sometimes the TV is not properly working, the bulletin board is not officially decorated, the chairs are not properly aligned and the dusty teacher's table can be find. But I love our room. It's located at the main HS building, secondfloor and second to the last left. I love this room not only because it's cold and the aircon is in full burst but also because it's where treasured memories were made. The classroom will always be ours forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to our classroom is the tent. It's not the tent literally, but its like a covered court. It's divided into two, upper and lower because there's a mini stairs there so that explains. In this place was where the Intrams and other important gathering were made since the gym slash the complex is still in process. We held our P.E. classes in here and you can do whatever you want here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was the canteen front. You can find it in the front of the HS canteen. I love it here because this is where we can gather around (unless there are no fourth years, because it's really their original territory) And if you got hungry just go the entrance and buy all the stuffs you crave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, of course, the Canteen. The HS canteen is pretty hot. Maybe because of the foods that were fresh from the fire were served and the unstoppable mouths of the HS. It's free form grade schoolers. But you can see some but rarely. And BTW, my favorite is the fries. They're the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, the Mac lab. Macs are the best. And also I enjoyed photoshop and the cold atmosphere but the only problem is you have to walk and climb stairs (dozen) to get up there. There's a shortcut but we're not allowed to take the short way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year down three more to go. I can do this and I can survive my trigonometry class next yr. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-2431529166769582224?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/2431529166769582224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/04/school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/2431529166769582224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/2431529166769582224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/04/school.html' title='THE SCHOOL...'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-2617984784772229975</id><published>2010-04-23T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T22:50:26.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>I still don't know what to post. Random post again? Ok, fine I love random posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love summer but the downside of this season, I'll be fat again. I know right? I'm so free. I can eat foods anytime and anywhere I went. But that's the problem no one dared to stop me. But don't worry guys, I reckon that my waistline moved up to one inches only. I'm still the Anna you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm so annoyed (as in) because my dad keep saying "watch out". the story behind that is the effin' fuckin' mini tv. I'm so lazy to type it but it's so fuckin' annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud to be anti-tricia santos :) She's such a flirt. She thinks that Ivan has interest in her, Hell NO. But I love the rest of the housemates. And Oh, yeah, I remember. My dream last night is effin' not cool. Yong, the one in PBB, was in it. When I woke up I was like "Shiz, Why is he in my dream. Of all people, why an emo boy?" Do you get me? I was stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course I love Harry potter. I love the last book. And it's so cool men! I love it, you better read it too. Speaking of reading, I hate people who summarizes the story of a very long book. Because I started reading HP then until I finished the whole series except book5 because I found that one boring, then when I searched HP on Wikipedia I was like FUDGE! I spent half of my summer days reading the book but other people just have to google them and poof they instantly know the story. I'm not saying Wikipedia.com is a total spoiler (It's the source of my projects and and assignments :)) but people were just so lazy to read. Come on people, keep reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another random story. One time my mom asked me to come with her one time to the grocery. So I said "sure, why not" I was wearing a sleeveless&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; jordano&lt;/span&gt; top and a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kamiseta&lt;/span&gt; shorts. They were one of my favorites. But I'm not used in wearing those in public places. So as so not to attract eyes I laid my hair down. Still fuckin' people keep staring. I'm never gonna wear sleeveless again and shorts. It's so traumatic. It's like you're pushing the push cart then you saw a guy keeping an eye at you then when you're about to leave his eyes were still on you. It's fuckin' annoying, people. It makes me think "shit, why people today are so maniacs." Sorry I was so liberated today. Just today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one thing I keep thinking before I sleep. Which university should I go when I got to college? I know I'm too young for this thing but my busmate told me if you have a certain fixed goal, it will be much easier for me when I'm in fourth year na. I want to go to La Salle if ever, but I'm thinking about what will I eat, if the money is only laid on my tuition. I'm so guilty. They say its almost 100 k per sem. And my lil bro here is so annoying gaya gaya. I told him I'll go to UST he said he too will go there but then I said in DLSU he said "what's that" I replied "De La Salle Univ." and he said "ok, I'll go there too" I was like "FUck you copy cat. Asa naman na makakapasa ka .che" I have these for options : LA SAlle, UST, UE, UP.  you can suggest if you want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-2617984784772229975?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/2617984784772229975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/04/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/2617984784772229975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/2617984784772229975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/04/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-9005333861623541844</id><published>2010-04-20T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T20:43:01.032-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry potter series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snape'/><title type='text'>I thought I hate him but I was wrong</title><content type='html'>You know I'm currently hooked in reading Harry Potter. And I know a number of the population in the world hate Severus Snape. I, honestly hate him. I hate him from the very start. I don't know but he's just so KJ and he likes giving detention and what I hate most is this line of his "Ten points from gryffindor." I was like fudge you snape. Yes, but I never know that I'll love him at the last book. He is so dedicated. I know I'm speaking of the impossible. But I'm saying the truth. He's a very lovable character (at the last part only). I'll give you a hint why you should appreciate his statement "ten points form gryffindor".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this guy(guy1) who loves this girl ever since they were young. But unfortunately, the girl doesn't like guy1 but she love guy2, the worst enemy of guy1. But true love will prevail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the book to fully understand this Snape-Harry relationship. Just keep reading you'll find it at the back part, but it's really worth it. Actually it's my favorite chapter. Because I love true love.  The chapter is entitled "the prince's tale" I don't know why is it called like that but I don't care I love the book! I'm sure you'll love it too :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-9005333861623541844?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/9005333861623541844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-thought-i-hate-him-but-i-was-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/9005333861623541844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/9005333861623541844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-thought-i-hate-him-but-i-was-wrong.html' title='I thought I hate him but I was wrong'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-2267101965724830162</id><published>2010-04-18T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T22:25:03.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK OFF SELENA G,</title><content type='html'>Oh darn. Damn you selena gomez. Sorry for her fans, But pls. Fuck off. I hate you! i can't say the reason why i Hate her but i made my day really BAD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-2267101965724830162?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/2267101965724830162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/04/fuck-off-selena-g.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/2267101965724830162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/2267101965724830162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/04/fuck-off-selena-g.html' title='FUCK OFF SELENA G,'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-3967571089684144878</id><published>2010-04-18T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T21:14:01.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love photography :D</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I will say this but I'm excited to attend my gift class next year. I'll be in the photography gift class. :) oh yeah. I can't wait to put my dSLR to action and serious business ( yeah, my SLR is full of annoying pictures of me :)) ) I love my dad for being so supportive in my long-waited goal this year: to learn photography. My dad is cool and KJ (kill joy) at the same time. Cool because he bought me SLR, iPOD, new cellphone and other stuff. And He bought a mini tv screen for our car and it's oh-so-cool. And he's KJ because he wants me to use all those stuff he bought in a "moderate" usage. He told me to delete my "pa-cute" pictures in the SLR and to download old songs in his ipod (I'm not really a fan of the kind of music he loves. Look, I look up to john lenon and other legendary singers but my dad doesn't love them) and he stops me to play some baduy (for him) movies when we were in the car. oh that's so annoying right? But anyways I love my SLR :) :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-3967571089684144878?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/3967571089684144878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-photography-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/3967571089684144878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/3967571089684144878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-photography-d.html' title='I love photography :D'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-1130871359755649455</id><published>2010-04-18T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T20:54:00.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think it's not goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think it's not good bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I will NEVER EVER say good bye to harry potter. It's just so awesome and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm not a fan of fantasy and adventure and all sort of stuff like magic and potion. But i thought there's nothing wrong if I'll read at least the first two chapters of the first book (Yeah, we have all the series. It's dumped before and it's on the top of our book shelf :D). I armed myself with the dictionary, just in case I encounter some exotic words (I'm pretty horrible in vocabulary) and smashed my self at the bed and open the book. And guess what, my eyes were glued to it. I never imagined that the book will be astounding. I thought it's one of the boring books. But I was wrong. It's actually full of mysteries. And I love mysteries, it keeps me reading until my eyes swell. SO why not try it yourself. And you too will finally utter to yourself "I will never ever say goodbye to harry Potter" (well at least until you finished the final book)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-1130871359755649455?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/1130871359755649455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-think-its-not-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/1130871359755649455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/1130871359755649455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-think-its-not-goodbye.html' title='I think it&apos;s not goodbye'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-487431005316149746</id><published>2010-04-09T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T22:57:41.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>number ko? manigas ka!</title><content type='html'>So, before when friendster was still the best social thingy, I don't hesitate and scrutinize the person who was asking for ' friend permission'. So until the facebook fever came. I still approve guys and girls that I don't even know. It's okay, but I hate people, especially guys, that I don't know asking for my cellphone number. At first they're going to say "what's your name? I'm blah. Can we be friends?" so I was like "sure. there's nothing wrong with being friends. BTW, I'm anna" "Oh nice to meet you. You're pretty" I was flattered naman so I reply "thanks" then he's going to say "can I have your number?" and me is like FUUUUUCCCKKK OFF. No offense to those people but I hate you guys. We just met online then you're going to say can I have your number? who were you to ask? it's better to FUCK OFF! Sorry for the words but the number thing is really annoying. So now I learned my lessons. Decline people you don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-487431005316149746?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/487431005316149746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/04/number-ko-manigas-ka.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/487431005316149746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/487431005316149746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/04/number-ko-manigas-ka.html' title='number ko? manigas ka!'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-2908207754682161665</id><published>2010-04-09T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T22:47:27.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>books :D</title><content type='html'>Last summer, the book I really love was the harry potter series. It's so cool for me (actually it is). But I think this summer, I'm gonna be changing books. But this series has the same genre. It's the olympian series. My brother was the first one to read that. And I wonder why he kept buying those books. And then I watched the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;percy jackson and the lightning thief&lt;/span&gt;. And I like it. Then my brother told me that the movie is based on the series that he's reading. So I grab the second book (since, I already watched the first one) and WHOAH! I like it. I'm really one of the biggest fan of the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another book I want to recommend to children 13 yrs. old and above is Dear John. It's a heartbreaker. I don't want my love life to be like that. I just can't do what the guy there did. At first it's so good but I have a feeling that their relationship won't work. And it's up to you to find out what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really a book worm. I like reading INTERESTING books. Try reading :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-2908207754682161665?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/2908207754682161665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/04/books-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/2908207754682161665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/2908207754682161665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/04/books-d.html' title='books :D'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-5817927794391589837</id><published>2010-04-08T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T19:10:13.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sumer babeh :D</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah, Summer rules :D I love summer forever :) okay, so anyways I'm in an idle mode this past few weeks. My brain is rusted, but I think it deserves a good rest after a year of torture from math and phil. his. I want to do something ridiculous this summer. I successful prank, maybe. But one thing that stops me everytime is the wrath of the sun. yeah wrath, according to briel :D It's really mad at earth, don't you think? So that's why I'm loving the beach now :D no not the beach, the sun is still out there. The bathroom, yeah the bathroom. I'm safe in the sun. So remember to put sunblock ok?  And one word that's with the word summer is FOOD. I'm gonna be fat, that's for sure. I can actually drink a half a litter of ice tea, baby. I'm so fat, darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-5817927794391589837?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/5817927794391589837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/04/sumer-babeh-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/5817927794391589837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/5817927794391589837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/04/sumer-babeh-d.html' title='sumer babeh :D'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-3758225942366272961</id><published>2010-03-19T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T21:19:14.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somehow, I moved on</title><content type='html'>HA!, I'm so proud I moved on without you :))  But I promised and swore to the whole wide world that I won't love the same way I did when we're together. I promised before that you're the only one that I will love but when you left I think all of your promises went away with the blow of the wind. But me, I will surely keep that stupid and nonsense promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Thank you for the memories and of course, the lessons you gave me. I learned from my mistakes and now I'm ready to move on. You can't stop me now and even though you said that you want me back, sorry but I promised myself I won't let others misjudge and hurt me again. goodluck with your new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                   ANNA :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-3758225942366272961?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/3758225942366272961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/03/somehow-i-moved-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/3758225942366272961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/3758225942366272961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/03/somehow-i-moved-on.html' title='Somehow, I moved on'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-6538764617949833423</id><published>2010-03-19T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T21:04:01.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This school year was awesome! :D It taught me how to be a good and responsible high school student.  I've been the clumsy yet disciplined student. And i'm proud to say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT GOODBYE TO STRESS AND HIGH SCHOOL LIFE AND I-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's summer. The day that I kept waiting. And here it is. But whenever I say summer there's one thing I don't want to think. My sophomore year next year. But nah, it's too early to think about the pink stuff. So I'd like to share my summer plans. On April 31 to May something we're going at Laguna and we're staying at the la virgina resort and hotel :) I like the aura of a hotel y' know. Sometimes it's more enjoyable to say inside a hotel :) and I would surely read lovely bones this summer. I researched for that book and I found it interesting. And I like to make the star thing. And I hope that I will finally finish my scrap book. I had a lot more but I'm too lazy to explain them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-6538764617949833423?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/6538764617949833423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-school-year-was-awesome-d-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/6538764617949833423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/6538764617949833423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-school-year-was-awesome-d-it.html' title=''/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-5905603351073687515</id><published>2010-03-06T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T21:47:08.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna buy HOT SHOES</title><content type='html'>I wanna buy shoes! specifically high heels. I really need those. I already have flats, sandals and loads of rubber shoes, one wedge. See? I have no heels! I want to buy those heels from ALDO! they're so cute and so hot :) and also try checking some multiply sites like virtualmae and ichigo. Anyways, I want pumps rin :) There's so many things that I like to buy :) can you buy it for me??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-5905603351073687515?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/5905603351073687515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wanna-buy-hot-shoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/5905603351073687515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/5905603351073687515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wanna-buy-hot-shoes.html' title='I wanna buy HOT SHOES'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-7612047250930006652</id><published>2010-03-05T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T03:53:28.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I deserve more than that!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I deserve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;than that!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;deserve all the&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PAINS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and all the things that everyone knows &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;CAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hurt me. I deserve &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;BETTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; than you. You're &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; worth of my love. You're just '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;SOMEONE&lt;/span&gt;' who'll come and go in my life but in the end I have to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;LET GO&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, you're nothing but just a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;PIECE&lt;/span&gt; of my crazy past. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I realized that I don't have to be head over heels to you because &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; let me go and hurt me in many ways that you can &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;THINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of. You &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; made me feel that I'm the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;BEST&lt;/span&gt; and for that I'll take &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;REVENGE&lt;/span&gt; and I'll make you feel that you're just a stupid &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;JUNK&lt;/span&gt; that I used to love. Someday I will &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;FIND&lt;/span&gt; someone who's so &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;MUCH&lt;/span&gt; better than I had&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt; DREAMED&lt;/span&gt; of and of course, better than you. But &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt; anyway, for making me realize and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;snapping&lt;/span&gt; me out of what I call &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;'FANTASY'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-7612047250930006652?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/7612047250930006652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-deserve-more-than-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/7612047250930006652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/7612047250930006652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-deserve-more-than-that.html' title='I deserve more than that!!!'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-7234165339229219543</id><published>2010-03-05T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T03:26:50.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what will you feel if ever...??</title><content type='html'>What would you feel if your day has been almost perfect but you saw your love one with someone who's more special than you? And you're like pretending that you're okay all the time. This thing already happened to me. The pain of seeing that someone is bearable but pretending that you're okay is the most stupid thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know but I think have been punched in the stomach. If I'm being OA again. Sorry but that's what I exactly felt that moment. When I see them holding their hands, I was like (inside) I wanna scream, walk out, bang the door and run(I don't care where will I go) (outside) I was laughing with my friend, avoiding to meet one of their eyes. In fact I was dancing and Lol-ing that time. I don't know but I think that's enough to convince everyone else that I'm alright. No one noticed that I was collapsing inside. I think I'm lucky that time that no one reacted why I kept laughing, dancing, singing unknown songs, and pretending that I'm a star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also that very day, I realized that I should not love that stupid and bastard someone. Maybe because that what I felt toward 'someone' is only a matter of life that is destined to end sometime. I just have to take my time, and let the wounds heal for a while and be myself again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-7234165339229219543?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/7234165339229219543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-will-you-feel-if-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/7234165339229219543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/7234165339229219543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-will-you-feel-if-ever.html' title='what will you feel if ever...??'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-7798707847687210638</id><published>2009-11-14T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:46:33.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM part 2</title><content type='html'>you know what? It's like Pacquiao there and Pacquiao here, and here my dad is like his butt is glued on the chair and his eyes stucked on the TV. Well I can't imagine my philippine history teacher. He acts extremely weird. Back to the Pacquiao thing, I hope he'll win this fight. But you know it's kinda annoying because you have to watch another fight before the 'main event' plus the commercials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a question for all: which is better, yakult or chamyto??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer the chamyto. It's not just healthy (is it?) its really delicious and I love it. Yakult is healthy too but its not delicious (for me) But I both like them its just I love chamyto xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam Lambert is soooo GAY and I don't like his stupid face. check this out (warning: his face is so annoying and his voice as well )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Reyes/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-6.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Reyes/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-7.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/adam%20lambert%20album" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 207px; height: 188px;" src="http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx348/Quu3/Single%20and%20Album%20Covers/adam-lambert-album-cover_378x378.jpg" alt="FYE [album] cover medium image 378x378 Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's DAMN gay. And I HATE IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,it's  the speech choire thing that comes to my mind. So I hope one seven is going to well, win ??...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-7798707847687210638?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/7798707847687210638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/7798707847687210638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/7798707847687210638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-part-2.html' title='RANDOM part 2'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx348/Quu3/Single%20and%20Album%20Covers/th_adam-lambert-album-cover_378x378.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-594442708815778383</id><published>2009-11-06T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:39:34.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;TH&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;TART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I thought I finally  found my new&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; BEST &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;FRIEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I thought I had finally found her. Yes, she's my bestfriend but the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;QUES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TION&lt;/span&gt; is am I her bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRAU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;MATIC&lt;/span&gt; experience happened last yr. at the day of my &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GRADU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATION&lt;/span&gt;. And I don't want that to happen again. I know she doesn't mean it but she is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;INVO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LVED&lt;/span&gt;. That day in our graduation, of course we're so happy that we are going to leave our grade school life and proceed to the highschool stuff. But I think my graduation is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; that fun. It was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; SUPP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;OSED&lt;/span&gt; to be fun but I think that changed when my mom was called to go to the school hours before the graduation. If I were the principal I'll kick their ass. (Im being rude now so change topic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/kitty" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i483.photobucket.com/albums/rr192/Barbee44/Kitty.jpg" alt="Kitty Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, I'm addicted to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;CATS&lt;/span&gt; right now. I don't mean the cats the movie one, I mean cats &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LITER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALLY&lt;/span&gt;. I miss my old cat. She died years ago because uhmm, how will I say this. Well a car, yeah it's related to&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; CARS&lt;/span&gt; and some thing that zooms around. It's really a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAD&lt;/span&gt; story. She's &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRE&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ANT&lt;/span&gt; that time and she died with her babies :"( Ok enough sharing about that good o'l cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while blogging i am also searching for some pictures like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 377px; height: 218px;" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/vpup8m.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cute, right?? ok cats&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;IN&lt;/span&gt;. I love that pic.  and the one down there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 323px; height: 138px;" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/2urpehh.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice! hope you like that one too. But I &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FER&lt;/span&gt; the two cats xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                                &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;TH&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;ND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Reyes/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Reyes/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-594442708815778383?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/594442708815778383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/11/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/594442708815778383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/594442708815778383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/11/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.tinypic.com/vpup8m_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-7827455499757790283</id><published>2009-11-05T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T20:51:28.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>holloween '09</title><content type='html'>first, one good thing about holloween is SEMBREAK!! even though some schools is not going to have it. anyways so Nov. 1, 2009 is not that thrilling anymore. First of all because of bagyong 'santi'. Because people nowadays are getting OA, Meralco cutted off the powerlines (sorry mom and dad about saying some things 'bout your office :p) so the tendency is no TV and no computer the whole day even though there's no drop of rain. And me I started to get boring (*note: this is the day before nov. 1) so I just played with balloons, I read books and I kept annoying my brothers. It's late when the electricity has finally come (maybe na traffic siya sa EDSA?). And I'm so happy that I can watch spooky stories, but then again because of some OA people again (why does OA people keep ruining my life?) there's  '24 oras'. Of course all it will say is ' many people died on this place and in that place blah blah blah) so I switched the channel to abs-cbn. Well, I like MMK better than hearing some news again. MMK is scary and I LOVVVEEE it.  Then we watched Jessica soho and go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the old holloween we used to have. I remembered it clearly. 'Magandang Gabi Bayan' is the title of the show hosted by Noli De Castro (our current vice president).  Then Im going to sit at the lap or at the nape of my dad (yeah! that's why after the show he's going to ask me to massage his neck!)  then my kuya is at the middle of my mom and dad while my younger brother at my mom's side. Then we're going to watch MGB and it really frightens our spines. It's really thrilling!! and I miss MGB so much. It's been cancelled after Noli De Castro won. I love Noli hosting rather than bossing some people in the politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my old halloween back. The scary holloween I used to have. I don't like OA peoples!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-7827455499757790283?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/7827455499757790283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/11/holloween-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/7827455499757790283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/7827455499757790283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/11/holloween-09.html' title='holloween &apos;09'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-327180703828382922</id><published>2009-11-05T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T20:08:56.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boto Mo Ipatrol Mo's weirdness :))</title><content type='html'>I was kinda tired of the same news aired on tv. And is it too early for the may 2010?? The boto mo ipatrol mo thing started by the early month of this year, such an early preaparaton for 2010. And at first I think why people love 'patroling their boto' is because they like the tags (I know I'm stupid :"&gt;) . Honestly I like the tags =P. What does it mean 'patroling your votes' ?? Reporting your votes? haha I'm being stupid again, anyways I find it OA. some might be boo-ing me or something but its true, right?? I'd like to share this weird story: there's a girl who wants to be a 'patroler' then of course, she signed up for the boto mo ipatrol mo of the abs-cbn. But then she forgot to register in COMELEC (is my spelling right and my grammar as well. pardon me if i'm wrong).  That's weird right?? how are you going to patrol your vote if you're not a registered voter. STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I'm not making backstab to BMIM Im just reminding some people out there to be a legal voter first before signing up for some organization like BMIM. just a not-friendly-remnider :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-327180703828382922?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/327180703828382922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/11/boto-mo-ipatrol-mos-weirdness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/327180703828382922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/327180703828382922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/11/boto-mo-ipatrol-mos-weirdness.html' title='Boto Mo Ipatrol Mo&apos;s weirdness :))'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-9007059016808318279</id><published>2009-09-19T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T03:44:01.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's talk about this weird thing!</title><content type='html'>Lets talk about what they oh-so-called love. I never been in this state but I have crushes. They say that love is blind?? what so blind about that? I don't get the point of whining and sulking inside your room and roam all what you feel. I find it ridiculous (no offense) Kasi I was thinking if you love someone you, I am sure you love your self better than the one you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you're in love it only means you're falling for someone which is the opposite of your gender. Obviously, When you're a guy you would probably fall for a girl and vise-versa. But if you're studying in a school of girls where guys were not allowed. What will be your reaction about that. I don't mean that I'm not straight or something, I was just thinking what do some girls feel to their school mates. Maybe they treat them more than friends??..hahha I don't mean to offend  someone but getz?? maybe it's natural!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is called, I don't care Im still young and all of us must be doing school stuffs first before some other some bussiness . Studies must be our first priority and next to that is FUN!..enjoy life to fullest..be a positive thinker!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-9007059016808318279?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/9007059016808318279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/09/lets-talk-about-this-weird-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/9007059016808318279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/9007059016808318279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/09/lets-talk-about-this-weird-thing.html' title='Let&apos;s talk about this weird thing!'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-4878655626461492958</id><published>2009-09-18T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:08:04.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I won't dissect a frog again!!</title><content type='html'>I won't forget the day when about 22 frogs we're killed. As the title says we dissected a frog, and guys trust me, its disgusting. So it was thursday and it was when we're going to dissect. At first before we do the dissecting process, I hesitates. I don't know what to tell to my classmates every time they ask me if I'm excited or not. So we have our quiz first (ampness) then we wear our lab gowns and gloves. then we proceed to the lab. The first step is one representative from your group will go to the front with the jar. There the representative will be given a frog. Then after we receive our frog you're going to the front for the demonstration. And luckily (I don't know if I'm really lucky!) I was standing beside Miss. The time when Miss cutted the troat of the frog( the thing that bloats everytime they croak) down to the body of the frog is quite disguting! then we're so shocked to see the heart of the frog still beating! then I don't know what happened next, My tummy starts to turn upside down, and I feel like vomiting. So I take a break for about 5 minutes. Then when I started to feel well, I go to our group and go Dissecting!...I can't believe I can do it! PLEASE DON'T TRY THAT AT HOME!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-4878655626461492958?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/4878655626461492958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-wont-dissect-frog-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/4878655626461492958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/4878655626461492958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-wont-dissect-frog-again.html' title='I won&apos;t dissect a frog again!!'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-1855048331964841503</id><published>2009-09-11T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T06:17:56.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Director's notebook</title><content type='html'>I just finished reading the book called "twilight Director's Notebook" It was written by Catherine Hardwcike. You can read the stuffs that they have done while before, during and after the filming. It is touching to know that they really work hard on the movie. Because sometimes I make back stab at twilight eh!!...hihihihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/twilight%20directors%20notebook" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1006.photobucket.com/albums/af186/Twilight-TV-1/twilight_directors_notebook.jpg" border="0" alt="Directores Notebook Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just like to clarify that I just borrowed the book from my best friend, so if you're planning to borrow it, I don't have one &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing to see the special effect they did and the view from the forks. And One of my favorite part is the one with the making of the song. There you can see the draft or maybe the scratch that Hayley used for the composing of the Theme song of Twilight the song that is entitled "Decode". It is Nice book indeed!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-1855048331964841503?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/1855048331964841503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/09/twilight-directors-notebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/1855048331964841503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/1855048331964841503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/09/twilight-directors-notebook.html' title='Twilight Director&apos;s notebook'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-3082521492098975132</id><published>2009-09-03T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T06:14:01.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sleeping time</title><content type='html'>Its currently 8:45 pm, and I have nothing to do here in home, even though I have to do my home works, I think my mind is not working after all the different modes. First day at the morning, I feel so sleepy, I don't know why? but I really feel down and not happy at all, besides there's nothing extra ordinary happenings this morning. I try to think of random story to tell my best friends but My brain is really exhausted! So this morning we have no Bio, and that means no lab reports, and any kind of struggles, and I was a little bit irritated to some people because, they're not happy without reason, it's like "nonsense mood". so I just try to entertain myself by doodling at the back of my notebook. Then we took our break, which I found short, 30 minutes is not enough for us to get our stuffs form the locker, go down to the canteen, load up our IDs, buy our food, and eat it then fix ourselves, I know it sounds like its impossible to do those things in just 30 minutes, but that's what you cal paulinian life. So this is the center of the story, since there's a deliberation, the teachers are not around and they haven't left any activites to do (oh, what is the possible activity for a P.E. subject without a teacher, Its not allowed). Since I was sooooooo sleepy, I decided to sleep and it's like 2 hours of sleep is not enough. Imagine yourself sleeping in a dark (quite) and you're sitting beside the aircon. It's the most wonderful sleep you've ever have!!!....so I advice you to sleep &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt; there is no teacher and no activity!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what happen, after dismissal, since I have GIFT today, I have to attend, after that I go to the bus and ate Rona and ate Pat is the only one who's there. I feel, uhhm, quite happy, because ate Rona calls me in a unique way. hahaha. that name makes me laugh, and Im happy we have the same birthday!!...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sorry for some grammatical errors, I don't check this post eh, after finishing it I decided to sleep AGAIN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-3082521492098975132?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/3082521492098975132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/09/sleeping-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/3082521492098975132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/3082521492098975132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/09/sleeping-time.html' title='sleeping time'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-4454196957360289852</id><published>2009-08-28T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T06:51:02.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buwan ng wika culminating activity</title><content type='html'>It's one of the bestest day ever! It's one of the experiences I won't forget!! so let me elaborate it to you what happened on the day of Aug. 28 '09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, the whole batch started to think of what will be the best thing to do on the upcoming culminating activity. But because of our busyness we lack time especially on decorating our room. All of the stuffs we're going to do, the attitude we're going to divulge, the participation, the efforts, the fun will all be graded. After all the struggles, the hardships we had experienced we have successfully finished our stuffs for the activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early morning, we still add designs like putting cellophane on the lights to add effects, and writing a lettering on the board, scattering the fake flowers and securing a gadget slip(hehe). We were supposed to start on exactly 8:00 but because the "visitor" had not yet arrived, we just dance and took pictures to the max. I am so happy when Jenny sing the song "Harana" and "Mr. Suave" for our two teachers who is Ms. Magtrayo and Ms. Rosario.  Then after the intermission number of Briel and her group, we started to play games like "hep hep horay". And I forgot to say that it's beybylyn birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/67601877/2/227591511"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 412px; height: 311px;" src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/77/81/67601877/2_227591511l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the eating time and clean up time, we go to the SPC tent, which is a very hot place. And the place is not the only one that is hot, the tense between the four batches is hotter. The competition is quite boring like the "tagistalino" but it's ok we won the second place. As i said were not loosers!! the sophies are the looser kasi naman eh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-4454196957360289852?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/4454196957360289852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/08/buwan-ng-wika-culminating-activity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/4454196957360289852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/4454196957360289852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/08/buwan-ng-wika-culminating-activity.html' title='Buwan ng wika culminating activity'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-1463138616528295607</id><published>2009-08-20T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T06:36:17.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you're just simply glued to my heart</title><content type='html'>The first time I saw your mesmerizing chinky eyes, I knew it my heart starts to pump faster than before. And then suddenly all I knew is that I have fallen for you. I never thought that I will finally meet a kind of guy like you especially because I'm studying in an exclusive school. I'll never forget Aug. 18, 2009, tuesday, when our hands suddenly touch and you grip it as if you never want to let me go. You make me feel that I'm the luckiest girl. The touch of your hands make my whole world turn upside down for a moment. The kind of touch that's surrounded by the warmth of your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment you smiled, those dimples meet my eyes, A kind of light has striken my heart. And then suddenly I know you're my first love. I'll never forget the time when you tap me at the back and smile at me. Its like a have a glimpse of heaven, of paradise. you make me feel I'm special to you. The thoughts Im actually thinking that time had suddenly vanished, the faith of your love has filled my heart with happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may sometimes choose not to do those simple things, but with just a glimpse of you is a very special gift from you. I don't know when will be the time again those happy moments will happen. All I know this time you're madly inlove with me and Im deeply inlove with you but sorry there's too many things to worry than a relationship that im sure wouldn't be successful, right? we're too young, we can met new people that will inspire us. But remeber I REALLY LOVE YOU...LUBIDUBS! tc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            -OFFICIAL: AUG. 18, 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-1463138616528295607?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/1463138616528295607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/08/youre-just-simply-glued-to-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/1463138616528295607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/1463138616528295607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/08/youre-just-simply-glued-to-my-heart.html' title='you&apos;re just simply glued to my heart'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-4250710034295248861</id><published>2009-08-20T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T19:55:24.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to the following cuties!!</title><content type='html'>I just would like to greet the cuties who make my day happy every time they smile at me!!...because I might forget to greet you because we have no classes this day (darn) Its my birthday also...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to my best friend Marian, I love you friend sooo much thank you for listening about my thoughts about you know who. And Of course to my special, in fact super special busmate, Ate Rona. Happy birthday to you ate, You're such a cutie pie talaga..stay nice.lubs y0u ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, I just want to share news to all of you. My day is enlighten my whole day. My dad promised to buy me a steadtler!, yehey! I really want a steadtler as a gift from my parents and luckily they're buying my a set!..Even though I know its quite expensive because one set is about P400 and thats the small package pa, if youre going to buy the 16 colors(im not sure of the exact number but i knew its 16) it is about P800. But of course to please those two, I decided to choose the cheaper and they approve and promised to buy me one!..hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-4250710034295248861?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/4250710034295248861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-to-following-cuties.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/4250710034295248861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/4250710034295248861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-to-following-cuties.html' title='Happy Birthday to the following cuties!!'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-5056016889553882627</id><published>2009-08-18T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T05:24:49.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 18, 2009</title><content type='html'>Maybe I can say I experienced the most thrilling, nail biting, heart pounding feeling!!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early morning, actually its already 6:50, I was about to go to school, but when I see the bus, its not the van type, its a plain and common type of bus. So I was like "ooooooohhhh...nice bus manong". But I was shocked when there is no available space and the only left seat was beside this "guy" which is, well, kinda cute, so I was like blush blush and kilig to the max. How can I be so lucky this day to sit beside with such a cute guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing is that I've found out something about my bestfriend, well she tell us about it. And its very heartbreaking( I just like to clarify that its not connected to "extreme" ha...so don't be mad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last thing is that the weather is going with the flow, Its not that hot (or maybe I just sit beside the aircon, which makes me shivers) and its not that cold because we go to the LRC extension which makes my blood adjust to some temperature changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS DAY IS THE GREATEST!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-5056016889553882627?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/5056016889553882627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-18-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/5056016889553882627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/5056016889553882627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-18-2009.html' title='August 18, 2009'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-1261053800527247049</id><published>2009-08-18T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T19:15:35.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>paulinan life</title><content type='html'>My Cecilian Life has officially ended(actually I don't know when). And another chapter is about to start. At first I was not that happy because I am feeling nostalgic, but as time passed on, I have learned to adapt the new environment. St. Paul has actually helped to show the true me, I don't mean that Im being plastic before, its that SPCP had transform me to a new and better me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my former classmates want to know what was it like to be a Paulinian. Well as an ordinary freshmen student, I try to train my self to be punctual, but I think it's quite impossible 'cause my bus pick me up quarter to seven which is nearly time and most often its traffic way up there to St. Paul. But you know what it's okay with me because...just because (its confendential) first reason is that I have a long time to prepare my self for the struggles I am going to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought at first they have a permanent schedule, I mean example, if english is a second subject it will stay second subject all the whole week, but I was wrong because they rearranged the schedule and that will be the permanent schedule(sorry if it's not that clear). You know what First I was friendless and has nothing to do, I was a loner! I sucks! But I was suprised when this girl, who is now I consider one of my greatest and bestest friend, Thea, came up to me and ask for my name, so I was like "thank goodness I am not a loner anymore" And as time goes on, I've met this typical girl, she is often alone and very shy, But I later on discovered that she is fun to be with and a very good best friend a girl could ever have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course every student in our classroom has their own concerns and difficulties. And one of that is that we fail almost all of our subject, luckily my mom was not mad at me because she now that I am still adjusting to 2 things: being a new student and a freshmen student. But I wanted, of course, I wanted to improve my grades!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But trust me, guys, If you're going to transfer to any SPC (St. Paul college) campuses, Makati, Paranaque and other branches (we have 38 branches, BEAT THAT) please make sure your homes are near to you and you must choose a wonderful bus. My bus is not that wonderful as before but I can still say that Its a nice bus even though CONFLICTS are really obvious....if you will observe, a good observation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is one thing I would like to say BEING A PAULINIAN IS ONE OF THE BEST EXPERIENCES OF MY LIFE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-1261053800527247049?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/1261053800527247049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/08/paulinan-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/1261053800527247049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/1261053800527247049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/08/paulinan-life.html' title='paulinan life'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-3203886255492574948</id><published>2009-06-27T20:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:28:35.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kim bum SICKNESS!!</title><content type='html'>Oh no, I am catching the "kim bum sickness"..but first take a look at this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/kim%20bum" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 366px; height: 366px;" src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu296/buffy-jham28/kim-bum-15.jpg" alt="kim bum Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look!!..are you catching it na??....well here another dose of "Kim bum medicine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/kim%20bum" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 382px; height: 385px;" src="http://i613.photobucket.com/albums/tt218/bigbang2011/kb.jpg" alt="kim Bum Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first I wanna say advance Happy birthday to my cutie Kim bum.his birthday will be on july 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/kim%20bum" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i713.photobucket.com/albums/ww138/nakapolo/AvatarKimBum14.jpg" alt="kim bum Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-3203886255492574948?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/3203886255492574948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/06/kim-bum-sickness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/3203886255492574948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/3203886255492574948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/06/kim-bum-sickness.html' title='Kim bum SICKNESS!!'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-1370244634151613809</id><published>2009-06-25T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T21:21:47.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am now a proud cousin..</title><content type='html'>Now I can say that I am a very good cousin. I have attended the wedding ceremony of my very cute cousin. Let me share to you what happened last June 24-25. Oh are you wondering if there is a wedding celebrated 2 days?. Well as you can see the whole Reyes family mostly live in the province of Rizal, And the wedding is about to take place to Batangas.It will take 3-4 hours of driving before arriving there. The wedding will be celebrated June 25 at 9:30. We don't want to be in a hurry so we just go there  June 24. Of course we are all aware that there is a storm signal there in Batangas, But I think god really loves me(??) because while on our way the rain is very calm. We arrived there at around 5:30.  I really pity my good o'le cousin because we know that its the feast of St. john the Baptist. And there is one tradition there that if you get wet because people there sprinkling you, you shoul'nt get angry because its their tradition. And my cousin is one of the "victim". My tita says he was all wet throughout the day. We first have dinner with my cousin's future wife. The food is good because my lola is the one who cooked it!! =p. While we are eating the rain is getting harder and harder. So we decided to speed up, so we can go and find a hotel immediately before the rain go bashing out with all of its power. So after eating we proceed. again I pity my cousin because he have to ride on a motor to lead the way. he was totally WET.  On the hotel, its raining hard more than ever!!....I can't describe it, all I can say Its very hard. We share rooms with kuya Obet's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the next day, we woke up early because the wedding will start 9:30 am. we only eat goldilock's bread as breakfast, of course Im not satisfied of eating bread for breakfast.After the preparation anf stuff, we proceed to the church. then thw wedding ceremony take place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-1370244634151613809?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/1370244634151613809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-now-proud-cousin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/1370244634151613809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/1370244634151613809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-now-proud-cousin.html' title='I am now a proud cousin..'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-6761187478610098143</id><published>2009-06-03T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T04:30:58.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short skirts are IN again!!</title><content type='html'>Okay I just notice this, since boys over flowers was aired, short skirts are coming to invade the fashion world again. Actually I like those skirts, no I don't like them, I love them. I will love it more if it is plaid, like the skirt of Jan Di (koo hye sun). I hope the uniforms here in pinas is like Jan Di's uniform. i also love their Vest. Its nice..But I was wondering if our uniform here in the philippines is a layers of clothes, every day will be summer. Imagine sweating during class because of your uniform. So I realize, having our blouse and long skirts here in the philippines is still the best!!..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-6761187478610098143?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/6761187478610098143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/06/short-skirts-are-in-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/6761187478610098143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/6761187478610098143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/06/short-skirts-are-in-again.html' title='Short skirts are IN again!!'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-1868752856604692041</id><published>2009-05-31T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T20:43:35.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ONCE A CECILIAN WILL ALWAYS BE A CECILIAN!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;First, I want to dedicate this blog to my farewell Cecilians, especially my classmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I've been a cecilian foe almost 9 years. I start studying there when I was a Nursery. There I meet friends and foes of course. Its nice being with my classmates. And one of the happiest yeaars was when I was on my Sixth year. Being a graduating student, we, the sixth grader we were expected to behave well and to be disciplined than the other elementary students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;But thanks to God, we have survived this tiring but exciting year. And I am here to share the fun we have experienced. I will start from my First expression and thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I thought first this is the worst year, first our adviser is a MAPEH teacher, the subject I hate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Horrible isn't??. And the worse thing,most of my bestfriend belongs to the other section. Is this year will be happy?..Horrible teacher, No best friends, worst subject!...But as times go by, I realized that I am not really a BIG loner!..The mean girls, I made friends with them, actually they're not as mean as I thought, They just go with the true mean girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to be continued&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-1868752856604692041?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/1868752856604692041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/05/once-cecilian-will-always-be-cecilian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/1868752856604692041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/1868752856604692041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/05/once-cecilian-will-always-be-cecilian.html' title='ONCE A CECILIAN WILL ALWAYS BE A CECILIAN!!'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-4809899164981857520</id><published>2009-05-29T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T22:56:05.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight review</title><content type='html'>So I have a good time elaborating some of my favorite shows here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw the T.V. ad., I First remember Cedric Diggory, Its Robert Pattinson who played that role. So Robert is not a nice looking guy, but I adore his acting skill. And My first expression about Kirsten, is like this "whoah!!, is that Emma Watson??..have she quitted her role, hermione??..no!!, wait is that really emma?? I know I got over In that expression, but Honestly I like both books, so there's nothing to compare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/twilight" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i389.photobucket.com/albums/oo331/spycopy4u/twilight.jpg" border="0" alt="TWILIGHT Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why people keep comparing the two wonderful story. Even though the story revolves two different plot.  Harry potter Series was about magic and mysteries, while twilight is about love and life challenges between two lovers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-4809899164981857520?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/4809899164981857520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/05/twilight-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/4809899164981857520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/4809899164981857520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/05/twilight-review.html' title='Twilight review'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-8599501042361032624</id><published>2009-05-29T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T22:39:37.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys Over flowers..blog!!</title><content type='html'>grabhe ang ganda ng palabas na to...Nakakaloka..lalo na si kim bum.....ang cute niya..kaya lang playboy siya, but I know someday he will change, sa bandang ending na yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/boys%20over%20flowers" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i414.photobucket.com/albums/pp225/ekel_suarez/BoysOverFlowers11.jpg" alt="Boys Over Flowers 10 Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On air siya sa channel two... 6:00 to 6:30.  I love this show, why?...different kasi yung impact sa kin nitong show na to.  Pwedeng secret na lang?...*deal*....ok deal......Napakaswerte ni Jan Di noh??...Nakajackpot siya kay Jun Pyo, O si Jun pyo ang naka jackpot kay Jan di??...Whateva'.. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At eto pa ang eye catching sa show na to...si Kim Bum...certified Kim bum fan to. Fan lang...hindi Admirer. ang Handsome nitong playboy na to, pero alam ko naman kung anong mangyayari dito, maii-nlove si kim bum dun s best friend ni Jan di!!...Thrill Spoiler ako noh??..can't keep it inside eh, baka sumabog ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At isa pa sa mga nagustuhan ko ay yung Uniform nila. Dream uniform namin ng friends ko yan. Naalala ko tuloy si thea. Kasi sabi niya mag papatayo daw siya ng school at ang uniform ay same ng uniform ng mga Japanese, at siyempre sabi namin, since fan kami ng damit na ganun, dun namin i-eenroll yung future kids namin....sana tutuhanin niya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yan lang muna ang masasabi ko tungkol sa show&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-8599501042361032624?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/8599501042361032624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/05/boys-over-flowersblog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/8599501042361032624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/8599501042361032624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/05/boys-over-flowersblog.html' title='Boys Over flowers..blog!!'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-1417566375278257339</id><published>2009-05-20T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T20:32:24.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nakakaasar naman yung mga palabas sa T.V</title><content type='html'>Kasi naman "june" daw ang month of Weddings. Nah, bakit ba ganito affected ako. Kasi alam niyo naman yung issue tungkol dun sa first cousin ko. At you also know that I love watching T.V. at ewan ko kung may pahiwatig to o panama lang talaga sa akin. Kasi unang happy couples na fineature sa T.V ay si judy at ryan. naalala ko tuloy yung pinsan ko. at next si mar at korina. ano ba yan para gusto ko talagang um-absent para sa kasal ni insan....sa july 24-25....kung nakikita niyo dalawang petsa kasi sa batangas yan kailangan ng overnight stay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-1417566375278257339?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/1417566375278257339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/05/nakakaasar-naman-yung-mga-palabas-sa-tv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/1417566375278257339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/1417566375278257339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/05/nakakaasar-naman-yung-mga-palabas-sa-tv.html' title='Nakakaasar naman yung mga palabas sa T.V'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-3465137769497676277</id><published>2009-05-16T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:48:47.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst adjective to describe me as a cousin</title><content type='html'>Minsan naiisip ko ako ang "world's most boring cousin" oh diba sosyal nasa book records.&lt;br /&gt;at mas tumitindi ang pag-iisip ko kapag kasam ko yung mga insan ko sa mother's side, kung sabagay boring naman talaga silang kasama kasi masyadong silang fast forward at masyadong formal. Pero ibahin niyo ang pinsan ko sa father's side. Pero first let's set this  thing straight okay??....you can classify our family by batch especially pag sa pinsan pinsan thingee. batch one, yan yung mga pinsan kong ages 30+ - 16 yrs. old. at okay sila balance ang girls at boys. At next batch naman ay ages 10-13 at masyadong obvious na dito ako kabilang. pero unfortunately Ako ang only girl sa walang kwentang batch na to. talking about good timing noh??...at third batch ay ang ages infant- 4. at ang kabaligtaran ng batch namin isa lang ang lalaki..oh di ba ang galing ng destiny na mang trip. At parehong ka vibes ang mga batches na to..oh diba yakang-yaka ko. Pero may isa akong cousin na dati kong ka-close pero ewan ko ba kung bakit ngayon not that close na. At siya ang first cousin ko. Siguro dahil naging pulis siya at kung saan-saan na nadestino. Napaka-sweet na tao ng pinsan kong yun, kaya nga ang swerte ng mapapangasawa nun. Pero as ive said dati pa yun,or in short PSP or past is past. ngayon bihira na lang siya umuwi at kung dati ako ang pinapapadalan ng pasalubong tulad ng lollipops, siyempre ngayon hindi na...ano ako...baby....babydamulag. At dumating na sa punto na kala ko tuluyan na niya akong nakalimutan...ang drama ko noh??.......kasi hindi niya ako sinama sa bridal entourage. oh di ba sa una masakit kasi first cousin mo, unang pagkakataon na may ikakasal na pindan ko hindi ako kasali. ayoko namang maging etchepwera sa kasal noh??...pero isang araw magkasama sila ni ate ayen yung future wife niya na pumunta sa bahay ni lola at timing na timing na nanduon ako nanunuod ng T.V. . Diba ang galing talaga ni Lord. At alam mo kung anong nangyari dun. medyo binigyan lang naman niya ako ng sneak peak sa bridal entourage nila. eto nanaman yang topic na to..pero iba yung sinabi niya sa akin "........blah blah blah ......ikaw neng(tawag sa akin dati neng) hindi na kita kinuha kasi masyado kang maliit para maging abay at masyadong malaki para maging flower girl"......owww tinamaan ako dun ah.......Gosh napansin kaya ako ni insan??...parang biglang naglaho yung pagtatampo ko sa sinabi niya..so okay na ang feelings ko no worries na me.....hayooo!!...pero that same night inanounce ni daddy na hindi daw ako makakasama sa batangas kasi lilipat na ako sa new school at hindi ako pwedeng mag missed ng 2 days....huhuhuhuhuhu...kaya ang balak ko na lang itext sila sa araw ng kasal....ok dats ol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im single anna..&lt;br /&gt;signing off!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-3465137769497676277?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/3465137769497676277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/05/worst-adjective-to-describe-me-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/3465137769497676277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/3465137769497676277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/05/worst-adjective-to-describe-me-as.html' title='Worst adjective to describe me as a cousin'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-2849192652359239648</id><published>2009-05-08T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T22:17:59.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;well, this is my first story that is published online!!...Im not forcing you to like it but pls. don't post rude comments......the language will be tag-lish  because uhmm maybe im really a PROUD FILIPINO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chapter one- The first meeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Its a very nice morning and sumalubong sa dalwang "FUTURE COUPLES" sila Jessica at Joshua. But the problem is that they don't even have a clue that they will be in a relationship kasi their characteristic ay magkaibang-magkaiba. Si Jessica ay isang bookworm o addicted at glued sa libro, academic achiever, friendless, shy type at siyempre maganda.... habang si Joshua naman ay isang MVP player, playboy, madaming ex-girlfriends, palakaibigan at hearthrob. Pero kahit laging nag-iisa si jessica ang kanyang honest, true friend na si Ginny. But unlike jessica super friendly ito at Editor-in-Chief ng School Newspaper. Dahil active itong si Ginny marami ang humahanga sa kanya pero single pa rin siya dahil isa lang ang tinitibok na heart niya si joshua. Finals ngayon ng Basketball Championship at required si ginny na manood para sa cover page ng school news paper. And of course hindi niya tinaggihan ang pag-cocover sa scoop na yun para sa sport section.Bilang best friend, niyaya ni ginny ang friend niya si jessica na manuod ng finals. But wait 15 minutes na lang finals na at mag-iistart na yung game at hindi pa niya nahahanap si Ginny . Hinanap na niya to sa 4 na C.R.s, sa classrooms nila, canteen, at sa Gym. (help 10 mins na lang ang natitira) At sa wakas na isip niya na isang bookworm ang kanyang bestfriend at nakalimutan niya na hindi pa niya natitingnan ang library. Agad agad na siyang tumakbo ng library at doon nakita niya ang bestfriend na  nag-aayos na ng gamit at pauwi na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ginny: Best, wala ka bang balak na manuod ng Finals??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jessica: Wala best eh, tapos na ako mag-research at pa-uwi na ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ginny: Mamaya ka na umuwi, manuod ka na muna may 2 akong tickets!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Agad na hinatak ni Ginny si jessica sa court at muntik na silang ma-late dahil 30 seconds na lang isasara na yung court. umupo sila sa front section para makita ni Ginny ang very little tiny bit ng game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Jessica: Best, ang dami namang tao dito tyaka bakit halos lahat ata ng katabi natin naka-dilaw at you're one of them...diba you're not a fan of that color??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ginny: Best we have to support our team...sophomores tayo, remember??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Jessica: oo nga pala!!..at wait lang ah, bakit ikaw ang mag-cocover sa sport section ang alam ko sa editorial section ka?? hhhmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ginny: Eh, best chance ko na to, pagnanalo sila may chance akong ma-interview sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Jessica: Ganun ba??...eh anu ba kasing nagustuhan niyo dyan sa tinatawag niyong "MVP" at"HEARTHROB"??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ginny: Eh di Cute....loka ka ba??....ikaw na lang ata ang hindi nag ka-crush sa kanya!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Jessica: at bakit requirements ba yun??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ginny:hay nako best, manuod ka na nga lang!!.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-2849192652359239648?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/2849192652359239648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-this-is-my-first-story-that-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/2849192652359239648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/2849192652359239648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-this-is-my-first-story-that-is.html' title='chapter 1'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-1674690703211289983</id><published>2009-04-30T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T22:16:58.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im not yet over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;hindi pa tapos ang pag-ka-addict ko kay Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhmm I am just struck by a picture of them na magkakasama sa gulo at kapayapaan. Sana ganun din kami ka-close ng mga friends ko na kahit no matter what they are still friends and gusto ko rin yung walang silang tinatago sa isa't-isa.And siyempre yung love story na umiikot sa Hogwarts. Si Harry is destined to Ginny Weasley and Si Ron ay meant to be kay Hermione. At unfortunately hindi ko malaman kung anu ang nangyari kay Cedric (played by robert pattinson) na bigla na lang nawala (kasi di ko pa tapos yung book 3 and 4) na dapat ang ka-partner ay si Cho Chang na Crush ni Hary. Well  I think Ginny got the "GIRL POWER" hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you are not interested about Harry better not to read this  and my previous entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Founder of HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Godric Gryffindor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Helga Hufflepuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Rowena Ravenclaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Salazar Slytherin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SPELLS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Expelliarmus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Rictumsepra-tickling charm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Tarantallegra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Finite Incantatem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Serpensortia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Aparecium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Lumos- to light the tip of a wand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;obliviate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Waddiwasi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;riddikulus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Apparate&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Mobiliarbus&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Expecto Patronum&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Nox&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Mobilicorpus&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Alohomora&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Ferula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FACTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Quidditch Team:(Year I-III)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;CHASERS&lt;  &gt;Alicia Spinnet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Angelina Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Katie Bell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;BEATERS&lt;  &gt;Fred Weasley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;George Weasley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;SEEKER&lt;  &gt;Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&gt;PROFESSORS&lt; (Year I-III)  &gt;Professor Flitwick-Charm teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Professor McGonagall- Transfiguration Teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Professor Snape- Potion Teacher&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Professor Sprout- Herbology Teacher&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Professor Flitwick- Charm Teacher&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Professor Kettle Bun- Care of Magical Creatures (Year I-II)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Professor Gilderoy Lockhart- Defense Against Dark Arts (Year II)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Rubeus Hagrid- Care of Magical Creatures (Year III)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Sibyll Trelawney- divination(Year III)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PASSWORDS&lt; (GRYFFINDOR) &gt;First Year- hahanapin ko pa&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Second Year-wattlebird&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Third Year-Fortuna Major&lt;br /&gt;                         -oddsbodikins&lt;br /&gt;-Flibbertigibbet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&gt;TRIVIAS&lt;  &gt;SQUIBS-is someone who is born in a wizarding family but has no magical powers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;POLYJUICE POTIONS-it transform anything you desire but not to animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;PARSELMOUTH- ability to talk to snakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Being able to talk to snakes was what Salazar Slytherin was famous for thats why the symbol of Slytherin is a serpent&lt;br /&gt;&gt;GRIM- the giant, spectral dog that hunts churchyards,its an omen--worse omen of death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Animagi-wizards who could transform at will to animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Divination-is one of the most imprecise branches of magic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Boggarts-shape shifter. It can take the shape of whatever it thinks it frigtens us most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Red Caps-nasty little goblinlike creatures that lurked wherever there had been bloodshed&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Patronus Charm-is a kind of positive form, a projection of the very things that the dementors feed upon-hope,happiness, that desire to survive&lt;br /&gt;&gt;O.W.L.s-Ordinary Wizarding Levels&lt;br /&gt;&gt;N.E.W.T.s- Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&gt;COURSES&lt;  &gt;Arithmancy&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Care of magical creatures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Divination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;The study of ancient Runes&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Muggle studies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&gt;MARAUDER'S MAP&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Padfoot-Sirius BLack&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Wormtail- Peter Pettigrew&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Prongs-James Potter&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Moony- Professor Lupin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I WILL UPDATE AS SOON AS I FINISH THE BOOKS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-1674690703211289983?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/1674690703211289983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-not-yet-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/1674690703211289983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/1674690703211289983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-not-yet-over.html' title='im not yet over'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8534452952515024026.post-4014197193963184542</id><published>2009-04-28T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T22:41:44.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My review about HP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;But first i would like ot advertise their 6th movie "the halfblood prince" showing on july &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;17.Bwahahaha free advertisement yan ah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Well, i see Harry's stories was the best of all books and movie I ever read and watch. But i advise you to read than to watch the movie because the movie is already edited and you can understand the book better. But if you are really i big fan of them you will still support Harry, Hermione and Ron by watching their movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Let's make it choped..okay??......I will start my review from the first book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;First Book: the sorcerer's stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first book was fantastic. I can relate on it, since I will be a new student this year I can see myself as Harry as a First year. Especially if you don't know what's happening around you. And Having a very strict teacher that don't like you and of course having a class bully.  And about their adventure, I can say that Harry has the best of friends,Hermione and Ron. I want to have friends like them because they don't leave Harry no matter what. And about You-know-who or in short Voldemort He's the best also. why??...because he is the center of the story aside form harry ah. Because without the controversial scar of harry and his powerful dark magic the whole story makes no sense at all. And also he is the best villain ever. And I like their subjects too and their uniforms...the robes?? And having harry as the the gryffindor's Seeker is also the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Second book: The chamber of secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Well, I can consider this as the most mysterious book. There's too much mystery to solve. And I think without Hermione The mystery cannot be solved because without Hermione's patience with book she is still a big help Even if she has been petrified. And I think fighting over a thing like Crookshanks is a big reason to end your friendship. And I also think that studying Divination is not really a good subject (good work for hermione). And Hippogriff thing... I say that Draco is such a mean guy. You know my thoughts about Gilderoy Lockhart, He is a FLIRT. But that is my thoughts only ah because he takes picture with Harry for nothing and he ask volountaryly to give Harry a detention by helping him sign nonsense papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/bonnie%20wright" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 259px; height: 246px;" src="http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o104/smexylexi93/bonnie.jpg" alt="Bonnie Wright Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about Tom Marvolo Riddle I think he is a Really bad guy(for me)because he tricked Ginny( the rumored GF of harry on the 6th book ) and she almost died, but thank you to Harry na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Third Book: The Prisoner of the azkaban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well first of all meeting  Prof. Lupin is a nice thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8534452952515024026-4014197193963184542?l=312624.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/feeds/4014197193963184542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/04/ilhubhp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/4014197193963184542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8534452952515024026/posts/default/4014197193963184542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://312624.blogspot.com/2009/04/ilhubhp.html' title='My review about HP'/><author><name>PurpleClick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05929728117465082830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KjDGWNgEi-Y/SrcDe-mhduI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9-lTnL-yb8Y/S220/wo0t+022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
