<?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-27521270</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:06:18.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[U]ser[F]riendly[S]exy[S]tar</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-5061805695758484229</id><published>2007-05-20T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T20:56:14.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* forever *</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i'd rather &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; feel than feel anything at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i have a lot of things inside my head and i haven't cried for the longest time. i usually cry easily but i guess i've changed. everything's changed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;tears, escape from my eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;classes start on wednesday. good thing. i need something &lt;strong&gt;new&lt;/strong&gt; to replace the &lt;strong&gt;old&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i hate it when i complicate things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;goodbye. it's time to cut off the excess baggage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27521270-5061805695758484229?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/5061805695758484229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=5061805695758484229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/5061805695758484229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/5061805695758484229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2007/05/forever.html' title='* forever *'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-7901024561410501047</id><published>2007-04-19T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:12:02.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>* when one succumbs to darkness *</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055118646921926946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6EF8P0vbYA/RidjoE88GSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/60pRm3mmzIY/s400/murderer..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more than 30 lives perished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said, "I died like Jesus Christ." no, you didn't.  He died for us. You died for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, bless the souls of those who suffered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27521270-7901024561410501047?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/7901024561410501047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=7901024561410501047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/7901024561410501047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/7901024561410501047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-one-succumbs-to-darkness.html' title='* when one succumbs to darkness *'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6EF8P0vbYA/RidjoE88GSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/60pRm3mmzIY/s72-c/murderer..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-4940175623239965198</id><published>2007-04-11T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T05:08:49.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* The Land of Smiles*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm on the third day of my Thai Escapade and I must say that it has been really fun. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;My Mom's busy working on her conference, so I'm alone for the most part and I'm not complaining. I love all the "me" time I'm getting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The pool here is to die for. Sure, I've seen better pools but the water in the pool is great. It isn't sticky. It's not a tub full of chlorine. It's warm. I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So far, I've done the following things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. Yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;        I did this this morning. It was my first time. I didn't expect it to be &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; tiring. After the session was over I was dripping with sweat (mayber because of the heat..but anyhoo..). It was super fun, though. I loved the instructor. Her name is Simona Granata and she's Italian! I love her skin color. It's kinda honey meets olive. I love it. She was so nice. We talked for a while (because I arrived 15 minutes early) and I found out that she has been travelling around the world. The Six Senses Spa (the company that manages this place: Evason) sends her around the world (mostly in Asian countries) to teach Yoga, Breathing (the proper way), and Anatomy (to the massage therapists at the spa). I really enjoyed Yoga and I must look for a Yoga place in Alabang or BF. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. Ear Candling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;        A lot of people aren't aware of what ear candling is. For those of you who don't know, it's a method that used beeswax to completely clean the ears. Meaning, all the ear wax and other "gunk" inside your ears will be taken out. It sounds gross but it wasn't. It was quite relaxing becuase they gave me a scalp and facial massage...and I love that. The therapist even let me smell a lavander scent that immediately calmed me down. So, how much wax did I have? Not a lot actually. I'm addicted to cleaning my ears so that isn't a surprise. By the way, this was my first time to experience ear candling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;3. Archery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;        I am officially an &lt;strong&gt;archer&lt;/strong&gt;. Not only because I will be studying in DLSU (the home of the Green Archers) but also because I actually tried the sport. I enjoyed it a lot! I must say that I wasn't bad. My instructor even told me that I could be an "archery expert!" Haha! Cool, right? Again, this is a first for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;4. Swimming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;        Unlike the first three things, this isn't a first. Haha. How can I not swim? The beach is right there and so is the pool. I love it. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Before I arrived here, I expected a lot of Asians and a few Caucasians. To my surprise (and delight!) I was the only Filipina hanging out in the pool and other areas of the resort and all the rest are Europeans. Yes, Europeans. I love it. Everyone around me is talking in some foreign language that I do not comprehend. There are times when I go, "Am I in Thailand or the French Riviera??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;As much as I am enjoying my stay here, I cannot help but miss those back home. I miss my friends!!! I miss my Dad and brothers!! I miss mama! I miss DSL! I miss SKOODAH! I miss it all....I'll be back soon...=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;By the way, I'm not in Bangkok. I'm in Pranburi, about 230 kilometers south of Bangkok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ciao!!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&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/27521270-4940175623239965198?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/4940175623239965198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=4940175623239965198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/4940175623239965198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/4940175623239965198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2007/04/land-of-smiles.html' title='* The Land of Smiles*'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-2556681833949848779</id><published>2007-04-05T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T06:16:58.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*deniaL*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;when does one let go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;as much as one would love to &lt;strong&gt;hold on forever&lt;/strong&gt;, spend every moment waiting...&lt;strong&gt;hoping&lt;/strong&gt;. one wouldn't. one isn't stupid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;if life and all its circumstances are telling you to give up...give up.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;if all the &lt;em&gt;signs &lt;/em&gt;point to nothing...stop holding on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;if what you've been holding on to decides to show you that you should let go...you better do so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;don't be stupid. don't be naive. you deserve much better than this. you've been through enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;*********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;IN THE OTHER PART OF MY BRAIN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;oh my gosh. it just sunk it. we graduated. high school is over. i know it's been days...but it just sunk in NOW. i cannot believe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;someone hug me before i drown from all my tears. geez. &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/27521270-2556681833949848779?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/2556681833949848779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=2556681833949848779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/2556681833949848779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/2556681833949848779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2007/04/denial.html' title='*deniaL*'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-1617887632901473823</id><published>2007-04-01T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T00:13:40.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*bid farewell to my brain cells*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;thanks to Don Enrique (not sure if this is the one) about 90% of my brain cells have died. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;simple story-telling turned into a difficult process that i don't ever want to do again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i thought that april &lt;strong&gt;20 &lt;/strong&gt;came after april &lt;strong&gt;22&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i was wondering why the volume went up when i &lt;strong&gt;thought&lt;/strong&gt; i was pressing the volume down button. it turned out that i was actually pressing the volume up button. i struggled with this for an hour or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i can't remember the e-mail i use for Friendster. i seriously can't. i tried a zillion possible e-mail ads but nothing worked. i wrote the correct one down somewhere but i don't remember where. goodbye Friendster. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;my spelling continues to die. i'm used to be a good speller but over these past few feeks my skills vanished. only i can spell download like this: &lt;strong&gt;downlowd&lt;/strong&gt;. i hate it. you--the one reading this--don't know how many times i re-typed words because they were misspelled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;kill me now. pray for my brain cells to come back to life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;RANDOM THING I LEARNED TODAY: There is a &lt;strong&gt;Europe style keyboard&lt;/strong&gt;. The punctuation marks are located in different places. Weird. I want to go to Europe.&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/27521270-1617887632901473823?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/1617887632901473823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=1617887632901473823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/1617887632901473823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/1617887632901473823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2007/04/bid-farewell-to-my-brain-cells.html' title='*bid farewell to my brain cells*'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-3935115030199441641</id><published>2007-03-27T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T08:45:36.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*runaway*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;In life, there are many obstacles to face. There are endless problems that come about. There are enormous monsters that wish to devour your everything. There are huge cracks where you shall fall into darkness. There are times when you are alone, starving to be safe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The brave thing to do is to face all of these things. The right act to follow is to never give up. The choice that we have all been taught to make is to fight with all we have got. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;As much as I would love to say that I am one of those people who choose to be brave and right, I am not. I succumb to the weakness within my soul. I decide to &lt;strong&gt;runaway&lt;/strong&gt; and escape all of my problems. If there is any way I can just &lt;strong&gt;let go&lt;/strong&gt;, I would. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am weak. That is the truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I admire those who are strong enough to defeat the devils. I envy those who are not empty inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Every night, one of the things I pray for is strength. I pray that someday I will be able to stay...and face them all. I still wait for that day to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;tears fall as the night ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27521270-3935115030199441641?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/3935115030199441641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=3935115030199441641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/3935115030199441641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/3935115030199441641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2007/03/runaway.html' title='*runaway*'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-8031474405562214253</id><published>2007-03-27T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T05:17:04.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50 FIRST REACTIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://ssenmmas.multiply.com/journal/item/6"&gt;sam&lt;/a&gt; for this. I'm bored and I need a blog entry...so here I go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. Beer: looks like pee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Anorexics: need food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Relationships: are either good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your Last Ex: haha...was a good one, but it wasn't meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Power Rangers: ninja turtles. i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Life: is a rollercoaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The President: of the Philippines is misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Awesome: is how much I've changed over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Cars: are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Gas Prices: are high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Halloween: pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Sex: can get you pregnant [if you're a girl] and is good for burning calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Religion: is all about faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Myspace: can kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Fear: failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. marriage: before i'm 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Blondes: not in the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Brunettes: brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Redheads: are unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Asians: yellow undertones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23: Pass the time: observe and think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. One night stands: NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25: Cell Phone: is sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27: Smoke: bad for the skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28: Vanilla Ice cream: basic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29: Port a Potties: unsanitary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30: Higschool Life: is about to end. =c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Pajamas: are comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. stars: awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Wet Socks: eeew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Alcohol: Johnson and Johnson. 500 mL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. The word love: is all around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Friends: give love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Money: will it really not buy you happines??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Heartache: i can't take another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Time: is sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Divorce: shouldn't be casual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Dogs: bark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Underpants: lace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Parents: are very important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Kids: 2 is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Stripper: intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Blogs: please don't be a stalker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. News: should be given attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Weddings: i will have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Pizza: pepperoni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Kleenex: need a whole box on Friday. &lt;/span&gt;&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/27521270-8031474405562214253?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/8031474405562214253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=8031474405562214253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/8031474405562214253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/8031474405562214253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2007/03/50-first-reactions-thanks-to-sam-for.html' title=''/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-5503573005173046863</id><published>2007-03-18T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T07:02:49.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*salamat.*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in less than 2 weeks high school is about to &lt;strong&gt;end&lt;/strong&gt;. i know i've written more than one entry about &lt;strong&gt;graduation&lt;/strong&gt; but there can never be enough entries about the &lt;strong&gt;end of everything i loved&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;through the past four years of my life i've learned so many different things. i've learned that no matter how hard you try to follow &lt;strong&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt; plan there are uncontrolable forces that will disrupt them. i've learned that &lt;strong&gt;taking chances &lt;/strong&gt;works side-by-side with &lt;strong&gt;boundaries&lt;/strong&gt;. i've learned that there is a very &lt;strong&gt;thick line&lt;/strong&gt; between believing in yourself and too much air in your head. i've learned how to accept everythng that happens in life because, in the end, everything will &lt;strong&gt;fall into place&lt;/strong&gt; and you will see things in a different &lt;strong&gt;perspective&lt;/strong&gt;. most importantly, i've learned how to &lt;strong&gt;love and let go&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;no matter how much i dislike my school there is still a part of me that will miss it. i grew up there and it will always be special. even though it hasn't always delivered to all my expectations it is still an integral part of my growth. i am &lt;strong&gt;comfortable &lt;/strong&gt;in that place. comfortable, not in terms of its water supply, food production, and availability of facilities...but i will always feel at home in it. i don't know why. maybe because i did not only spend four years of my life in that place but i spent more than &lt;strong&gt;thirteen&lt;/strong&gt; years of my existence there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i have met so many people in my school. a few of them &lt;strong&gt;left&lt;/strong&gt; while most of them stayed behind and finished the high school rollercoaster with me. whether they stayed or they left...i love them all. i am so &lt;strong&gt;thankful&lt;/strong&gt; for everything that i went through with my schoolmates. thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you...thank you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;the coming days will serve as our last hurrah. our last few days to &lt;strong&gt;say whatever we have to say &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;do whatever we have to do&lt;/strong&gt;. i will do my best to do my part but you have to do yours to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i love all of you, i really do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;go class of 2007...we survived. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;*******************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i am so addicted to this song. do i relate? haha. that's for you to decipher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The End of Everything I Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;by: Daphne Loves Derby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"take it or leave it" were the words you chose over mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so much reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;and i miss your smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;10:01 and this night is gone&lt;br /&gt;i spent it ill while the world moves on&lt;br /&gt;if time alone was the brushed that paints&lt;br /&gt;with solace and misfortunate&lt;br /&gt;my life would be a work of art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ive seen this all before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;things shouldnt have gone this far&lt;br /&gt;we shouldnt have gotten so close&lt;br /&gt;for what made me believe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was this the girl who made him forget all hes known&lt;br /&gt;everytime he looked into her eyes&lt;br /&gt;was it the boy who decided to give up his heart and run away&lt;br /&gt;today is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tomorrow's mine but im still alone&lt;/strong&gt; (breath deep)&lt;br /&gt;im still alone (keep breathing)&lt;br /&gt;im still alone (keep singing)&lt;br /&gt;im still alone&lt;br /&gt;im still alone (keep breathing)&lt;br /&gt;im still alone without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleeding out so much more&lt;br /&gt;spilling blood since you left&lt;br /&gt;if i had a second chance id live my life waiting to death&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i walked to the store&lt;br /&gt;spent a buck fifty in quarters&lt;br /&gt;to buy the ring you said you liked&lt;br /&gt;cuz im thinking of you now&lt;br /&gt;now i drive to the coast&lt;br /&gt;the place where i drowned all my fears&lt;br /&gt;let the water set me free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im screaming, cant you hear?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or is this the end of everything i love&lt;br /&gt;or are we destined for more?&lt;br /&gt;why cant you look me in the eyes and tell me what you want to&lt;br /&gt;i know you want to.. so bad.. so bad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ive seen this all before&lt;br /&gt;things shouldnt have gone this far&lt;br /&gt;we shouldnt have gotten so close&lt;br /&gt;what made me believe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it was you who made me forget all i had known&lt;br /&gt;everytimg i looked into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and it was me who decided to give up my heart and run away&lt;br /&gt;today is gone&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's mine but im still alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;im still alone&lt;br /&gt;im still alone&lt;br /&gt;im still alone&lt;br /&gt;im still alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im still alone without you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27521270-5503573005173046863?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/5503573005173046863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=5503573005173046863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/5503573005173046863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/5503573005173046863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2007/03/salamat.html' title='*salamat.*'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-117093255339403524</id><published>2007-02-08T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T03:02:33.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>* calendars=depressing *</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;a couple of days ago my school released the calendar of activities. when i read the calendar, it hit me...we are &lt;strong&gt;graduating&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;our MCUs for the minor subjects will start on the &lt;strong&gt;26th of &lt;/strong&gt;February. our MCUs for the major subjects will start on the &lt;strong&gt;7th of March. &lt;/strong&gt;our &lt;strong&gt;oral defense &lt;/strong&gt;will be on the &lt;strong&gt;13th of March. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and lastly...&lt;/strong&gt;on the &lt;strong&gt;30th of March&lt;/strong&gt;, our high school years will officially end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i can't help but feel a great deal of &lt;strong&gt;sadness. &lt;/strong&gt;i can't believe that after four years of seeing each other everyday, we will part ways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;some might &lt;strong&gt;forget &lt;/strong&gt;what happened in our humble school. some of us might choose to &lt;strong&gt;delete&lt;/strong&gt; all of this. some are &lt;strong&gt;stupid&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;ignorant&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;selfish &lt;/strong&gt;people who choose to be annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i, on the other hand, will &lt;strong&gt;never let go of high school&lt;/strong&gt;. i choose to be &lt;strong&gt;attached&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;hold me, i am falling weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27521270-117093255339403524?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/117093255339403524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=117093255339403524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/117093255339403524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/117093255339403524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2007/02/calendarsdepressing.html' title='* calendars=depressing *'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-116938805962746247</id><published>2007-01-21T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T06:00:59.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*2006: one awesome rollercoaster*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;this is my year 2006 survey. thanks to my dear cousin, sam, for posting this on her blog. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. What things did you do in 2006 that you'd never done before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-- wow. Super dami. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-- I made a resolution but I do not remember it. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-- yes, actually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-- no and thank God for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;5. What countries did you visit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-- USA. It was super fun. Major family bonding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2007 that you lacked in 2006?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-- strength. I needed a lot of it in 2006 and I’m sure I’ll be needing more in 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;7. What date from 2006 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-- it’s more like a period of time. Third term of junior year. I’m sorry, but that was just awesome. Pati na rin summer. The BEST summer ever. All bonding moments with my batch [graduating na eh]. This includes the field trips, town moments after the Christmas Party, our birthday party, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-- I consider each day of my life as an achievement. O diba? Galing ng line na ‘yun eh. Seriously though, I do consider everyday an achievement. Life is filled with uncertainty and it takes a lot out of us to go through each day. As much as I would love to take control of everything in my life, it’s just not possible and surviving each day of vagueness is definitely an achievement. Snaps to all us for surviving everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;9. What was your biggest failure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-- underestimating someone. Because I underestimated that person, I lost something very valuable. Arrogance also took its toll on me. It was about not giving it my all thinking that it could never be taken away from me but in the end, I was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-- CHICKEN POX!!!!! The worst thing ever. I almost missed the Masquerade Ball because of this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-- the best things in life are free, dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;12. Whose behavior merited celebration?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-- Everyone who took a chance and risked being hurt. Those who broke their walls down and started to let people in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;13. Whose behaviour appalled you and made you depressed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-- not depressed..more like annoyed and bothered. Pretentious people, “ehe” [snaps to sam for this term] girls, and dirty politicians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;14. Where did most of your money go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-- BF sessions! Spa-ing…=) impulsive buys…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-- BF sessions…I love…=) EK! =) our birthday party…=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2006?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-- Buttons by The Pussycat Dolls…=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you:i. happier or sadder? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;– slightly sadder this year..haha…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ii. thinner or fatter? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;– thinner this year. Haha. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;iii. richer or poorer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;– sadly…im poorer this year…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;18. What do you wish you'd done more of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-- hmmm…more charity work, I guess…one can never do too much charity work…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;19. What do you wish you'd done less of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-- spending…over thinking…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;20. How will you be welcoming the New Year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-- LOTS OF FIREWORKS! Snaps to Uncle John. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;21. Did you fall in love in 2006?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-- haha…nope…puro jamoves [again, snaps to sam for this term!] lng! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;22. How many one-night stands?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-- NONE…puh-lease…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;23. What was your favourite TV program?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-- one tree hill is a MUST. I also love HOUSE, GREY’S ANATOMY and DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;24. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-- nope. i hated them last year too. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;25. What was the best book you read?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-- Second Chance by James Patterson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;26. What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-- this year? Panic at The Disco, Yellowcard, Snow Patrol and Christian Bautista [I love his voice. =)] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;27. What did you want and get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-- a fantabulous summer. Keeping the Romulo spirit alive. Meeting a lot more people [I’m a people person.].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;28. What did you want and not get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-- SC Presidency [hello Jeremy! Haha!]. that’s the only thing I can think of. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;29. Favorite film of this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-- The Prestige. CARS [I love GUIDO! =)]. John Tucker Must Die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;30. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-- PARTY!!!! I loved it. =) 16 years old. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;31. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-- haha…the first one, my closest friends know what and I’d rather not say what it is. Two, I can’t think of anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;32. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2006?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-- more legs [i.e. skirts and shorts]. It’s getting hotter. Flip flops, I love. Flats, I like. Bigger bags. Fabulous Accessories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;33. What kept you sane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-- FRIENDS, I love you. Family. God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;34. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-- hmmmm….Sergio Aguero. Only soccer people would know who he is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;35. Who is your real-person crush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-- I had a lot of crushes this year. SUPER. I think this year holds the record for my most number of crushes. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;36. What political issue stirred you the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-- a lot, actually,&lt;br /&gt;The War on Iraq. Because of the proposition for the semi-finals in the Debate Comp, I realized that we have been blinded from the truth. They have been showing us what they want us to see; and most of the time it is void of what is actually going on. We have been exposed to only one side of the story. They have dictated who is the enemy; all the while, they are the ones we should doubt and fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;37. Who did you miss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-- no one. I had everyone I needed. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;38. Who was the best new person you met?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-- summer camp people. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-- Don’t be afraid of change. You may lose something good, but you might gain something better. Mind you, I still fear change quite a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-- “People are all the same and we only get judged by what we do. Personality reflects name and if I’m ugly than so are you.” – Ugly by Sugababes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;“Life is a rollercoaster. Just gotta ride it.” – Life Is A Rollercoaster by Ronan Keating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;41. Rate the year 2006 in a scale of 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-- 10. I learned a lot about life, my friends, my family and myself. =) Take note, I didn’t get only one thing that I wanted this year. Thank God for that. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27521270-116938805962746247?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/116938805962746247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=116938805962746247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/116938805962746247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/116938805962746247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2007/01/2006-one-awesome-rollercoaster_21.html' title='*2006: one awesome rollercoaster*'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-116644798811638696</id><published>2006-12-18T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T05:19:51.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*a picture can paint a thousand words*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i shall let them &lt;strong&gt;speak&lt;/strong&gt; for themselves.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1508/2901/400/722581/siopao%20before%20vanity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1508/2901/400/585427/shadows%20of%20life.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1508/2901/400/952240/japanese%20connection.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1508/2901/400/30983/his%20hands%20complete%20him.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27521270-116644798811638696?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/116644798811638696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=116644798811638696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/116644798811638696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/116644798811638696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2006/12/picture-can-paint-thousand-words.html' title='*a picture can paint a thousand words*'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-116623744097171936</id><published>2006-12-15T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T18:50:41.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*class 2007*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1508/2901/1600/156709/class%202007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1508/2901/400/840477/class%202007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt; i felt the need to post this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;we'll be graduating soon. i know that this means that our &lt;strong&gt;four years&lt;/strong&gt; of hard work will finally pay off but i can't help help but feel a great sense of &lt;strong&gt;melancholy&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;second term officially ended yesterday. three months more and we will be &lt;strong&gt;gone&lt;/strong&gt;. on some other occassion, i consider three months to be a long period of time; but in this circumstance, three months is just too &lt;strong&gt;short&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;this is my last year and i must admit that nothing went according to plan. for the first months of senior year i wanted it to end already but during the past couple of months this year morphed into a &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt; year. it still isn't the best year but it sure is &lt;strong&gt;worth remembering&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i don't do well with goodbyes. in fact, i hate them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;third term will be very difficult&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27521270-116623744097171936?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/116623744097171936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=116623744097171936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/116623744097171936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/116623744097171936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2006/12/class-2007.html' title='*class 2007*'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-116574787011908206</id><published>2006-12-10T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T02:51:10.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>* 7 minutes *</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seven minutes&lt;/strong&gt; before i began to study for &lt;strong&gt;economics&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;advanced algebra&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;trigonometry. &lt;/strong&gt;this is what i did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1508/2901/320/232020/highlight%20magic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;demand&lt;/strong&gt; for a product is significantly affected by such factors as &lt;strong&gt;the availability of substitues&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;the prices of such substitutes&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1508/2901/320/633659/meet%20my%20new%20friend%20casio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;today i bid farewell to &lt;strong&gt;aurora. &lt;/strong&gt;never has she failed me since i began &lt;strong&gt;trusting &lt;/strong&gt;her in fifth grade. the time has come for me to&lt;strong&gt; let her go&lt;/strong&gt;. farewell aurora, farewell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;meet my new friend &lt;strong&gt;casio&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;two hundred forty nine functions&lt;/strong&gt; and so much more.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my seven minutes is over. it's time to study now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27521270-116574787011908206?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/116574787011908206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=116574787011908206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/116574787011908206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/116574787011908206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2006/12/7-minutes.html' title='* 7 minutes *'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-116487939026784017</id><published>2006-11-30T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T01:38:53.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*damn that storm*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1508/2901/1600/859559/damn%20that%20storm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1508/2901/320/473596/damn%20that%20storm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;this is the effect of intense boredom, intense rage, and PhotoImpact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i am bored out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;there are no more requirements to keep myself busy. where are the book reports, theses, and reports when you need 'em?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i asked my Dad if i could go to town and he said &lt;strong&gt;"Please defer going out until typhoon is out, and no more danger." &lt;/strong&gt;i guess that's better than a simple "no."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;not a single drop of rain has fallen from the sky yet the effin typhoon still managed to kill me of boredom. that is so sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;to the typhoon: i hate you like hell. if i could shove &lt;strong&gt;ten thousand ping pong balls up your ass,&lt;/strong&gt; i would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&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/27521270-116487939026784017?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/116487939026784017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=116487939026784017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/116487939026784017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/116487939026784017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2006/11/damn-that-storm_30.html' title='*damn that storm*'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-116403476393867943</id><published>2006-11-20T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T06:59:34.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*random thought*</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i love my friends. i just wanted to share that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;the earth is smiling today. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27521270-116403476393867943?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/116403476393867943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=116403476393867943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/116403476393867943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/116403476393867943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2006/11/random-thought.html' title='*random thought*'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-116355983693142063</id><published>2006-11-14T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:29:24.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*fast-forward*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i've been telling everyone that i am so excited for college but i can't help but wonder about what is to &lt;strong&gt;end&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;four years&lt;/strong&gt; of my life has just passed by. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i know i'm going to miss &lt;strong&gt;high school&lt;/strong&gt; but the question is: how &lt;strong&gt;much&lt;/strong&gt; am i going to miss it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;yes, my senior year is &lt;strong&gt;the worst &lt;/strong&gt;year of my life but that doesn't erase the &lt;strong&gt;three&lt;/strong&gt; awesome years prior to this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;a lot of great &lt;strong&gt;memories&lt;/strong&gt; have been made in high school. more importantly, i met the greatest set of &lt;strong&gt;friends&lt;/strong&gt;. these are the people that have been there for me since the beginning. these are the people who made high school worth going through. they are the &lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;so, why am i so excited for college?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;a. senior year is simply sucking the fun out of my life. i need not elaborate on this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;b. i've done a lot of research (meaning: i surfed through a dozen blogs of college students who are active in their schools) and i like what i've been reading. i'm starting to &lt;strong&gt;envy&lt;/strong&gt; them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;c. i want to leave MDM..fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;d. with the number of student organizations that are offered in college i'm sure i can find one (or two? or three?) that i can be active in. i love being in an organization. it does a whole lot for my &lt;strong&gt;self-image&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;the thing is, i am looking too far ahead that i'm starting to ignore the &lt;strong&gt;present&lt;/strong&gt;. edna mode said that &lt;strong&gt;looking back distracts us from the now&lt;/strong&gt; and i agree; but can looking forward distract us from the now as well? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i'm trying hard to enjoy the present because in the future, i don't want to ask myself &lt;strong&gt;why was i in such a rush?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27521270-116355983693142063?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/116355983693142063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=116355983693142063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/116355983693142063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/116355983693142063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2006/11/fast-forward.html' title='*fast-forward*'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-116339010139726240</id><published>2006-11-12T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:51:16.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*chicken pox blues*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i have chicken pox. crap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;and i thought my senior year could &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;get any worse...it just did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;why now? why? why? why? why now, when there's a school event. why now, when i have a &lt;strong&gt;fragile&lt;/strong&gt;, nearly non-existent self-image. why now, when i need to be with my &lt;strong&gt;friends&lt;/strong&gt;. why now???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Source: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kidshealth.org/parent/infections/bacterial_viral/chicken_pox.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;kids health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Symptoms of Chickenpox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Chickenpox causes a red, itchy rash on the skin that usually appears first on the abdomen or back and face, and then spreads to almost everywhere else on the body, including the scalp, mouth, nose, ears, and &lt;strong&gt;genitals&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The rash begins as multiple small, red bumps that look like &lt;strong&gt;pimples&lt;/strong&gt; or insect bites. They develop into thin-walled blisters filled with clear fluid, which becomes cloudy. The blister wall breaks, leaving open sores, which finally crust over to become dry, brown scabs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Chickenpox blisters are usually less than a quarter of an inch wide, have a reddish base, and appear in bouts over 2 to 4 days. The rash may be more extensive or severe in kids who have skin disorders such as eczema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Some children have a fever, abdominal pain, sore throat, headache, or a vague sick feeling a day or 2 before the rash appears. These symptoms may last for a few days, and fever stays in the range of 100°–102° Fahrenheit (37.7°–38.8° Celsius), though in rare cases may be higher. Younger kids often have milder symptoms and fewer blisters than older children or adults.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Typically, chickenpox is a mild illness, but can affect some infants, teens, adults, and people with &lt;strong&gt;weak immune systems&lt;/strong&gt; more severely. Some people can develop serious bacterial infections involving the skin, lungs, bones, joints, and the brain (encephalitis). Even kids with normal immune systems can occasionally develop complications, most commonly a skin infection near the blisters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyone who has had chickenpox (or the chickenpox vaccine) as a child is at risk for developing shingles later in life, and up to 20% do. After an infection, VZV can remain inactive in nerve cells near the spinal cord and reactivate later as shingles, which can cause tingling, itching, or pain followed by a rash with red bumps and blisters. Shingles is sometimes treated with antiviral drugs, steroids, and pain medications, and in May 2006 the Food and Drug Administration (FDA) approved a vaccine to prevent shingles in people 60 and older.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Contagiousness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Chickenpox is contagious from about &lt;strong&gt;2 days before the rash appears and lasts until all the blisters are crusted over&lt;/strong&gt;. A child with chickenpox should be kept out of school until all blisters have dried, usually about &lt;strong&gt;1 week.&lt;/strong&gt; If you're unsure about whether your child is ready to return to school, ask your doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Chickenpox is very contagious — most kids with a sibling who's been infected will get it as well, showing symptoms about 2 weeks after the first child does. To help keep the virus from spreading, make sure your kids wash their hands frequently, particularly before eating and after using the bathroom. And keep a child with chickenpox away from unvaccinated siblings as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;People who haven't had chickenpox also can catch it from someone with shingles, but they cannot catch shingles itself. That's because shingles can only develop from a reactivation of VZV in someone who has previously had chickenpox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;**********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;some realizations while i was (and still am) confined in my room:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. you will run out of shows to watch if you watch too much tv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. watching all three seasons of nip/tuck &lt;strong&gt;straight&lt;/strong&gt; can be very &lt;strong&gt;traumatizing &lt;/strong&gt;nonetheless, &lt;strong&gt;entertaining&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;3. lying in bed all day makes you feel &lt;strong&gt;fat&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;4. itchiness can never be felt if you take at least &lt;strong&gt;twenty&lt;/strong&gt; pills a day and apply ointment every so often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;5. solitary confinement can make a person think too much....and i do not need to be thinking too much right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;WiFi&lt;/strong&gt; is life. i would not be living without it. &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/27521270-116339010139726240?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/116339010139726240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=116339010139726240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/116339010139726240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/116339010139726240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2006/11/chicken-pox-blues.html' title='*chicken pox blues*'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-116237710713000982</id><published>2006-11-01T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T03:13:31.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*candy*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1508/2901/1600/candy.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1508/2901/320/candy.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1508/2901/1600/candy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;theres a plethora of types of candy in world. there's chewy, hard, minty, sour, &lt;strong&gt;sweet&lt;/strong&gt;, spicy, &lt;strong&gt;big&lt;/strong&gt;, small, swirly...and the list goes on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i can get any type of candy i &lt;strong&gt;want&lt;/strong&gt;, when i want. in fact, the candy manufacturers send me their best candy for free. they give me more than i need and more often then not they &lt;strong&gt;beg &lt;/strong&gt;me to consume their candy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;the things is, i do not want &lt;strong&gt;their&lt;/strong&gt; candy. heck, i don't even want &lt;strong&gt;candy&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i want &lt;strong&gt;chocolate&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i know that there are chocolate covered candies but those candies would not &lt;strong&gt;suffice&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;need&lt;/strong&gt; my &lt;strong&gt;big&lt;/strong&gt; bar of &lt;strong&gt;semi-sweet&lt;/strong&gt; chocolate, with a &lt;strong&gt;soft &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;chewy &lt;/strong&gt;caramel center. it must have the right amount of &lt;strong&gt;nuts&lt;/strong&gt; to balance the sweetness with a little &lt;strong&gt;saltiness&lt;/strong&gt;. it's much like a &lt;strong&gt;snickers &lt;/strong&gt;bar..only &lt;strong&gt;better&lt;/strong&gt;. to make this chocolate bar &lt;strong&gt;perfect&lt;/strong&gt;, it has to have a hint of &lt;strong&gt;mint &lt;/strong&gt;simply because i &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; mint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i tried to get hold of this &lt;strong&gt;special &lt;/strong&gt;chocolate bar but for some &lt;strong&gt;bizarre&lt;/strong&gt; reason the manufacturers just won't give me some..not even a &lt;strong&gt;fraction&lt;/strong&gt; of a bar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;all i wanted was a &lt;strong&gt;taste,&lt;/strong&gt; a fantastic &lt;strong&gt;memory&lt;/strong&gt; to forever keep...but they would not permit me to have that memory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;cried&lt;/strong&gt; my eyes out yet they did not &lt;strong&gt;care&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;today, the &lt;strong&gt;candy&lt;/strong&gt; manufacturers continue to send me their best batches of candy yet i &lt;strong&gt;reject &lt;/strong&gt;them all because my &lt;strong&gt;heart yearns&lt;/strong&gt; for the special bar of chocolate that i can &lt;strong&gt;never have&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27521270-116237710713000982?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/116237710713000982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=116237710713000982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/116237710713000982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/116237710713000982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2006/11/candy.html' title='*candy*'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-116056919421929800</id><published>2006-10-11T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T05:19:55.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*i'd still want to be a lasalista pa rin*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;WARNING: do not watch the video if you are an atenean and/or you are not in favor of DLSU. if you choose to watch this video, please keep your opinions to yourself [unless, of course, they are positive remarks].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;this is a funny video. i love it. i'd still want to be a lasalista pa rin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=25BzmNXISPE"&gt;ANIMO LA SALLE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27521270-116056919421929800?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/116056919421929800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=116056919421929800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/116056919421929800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/116056919421929800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2006/10/id-still-want-to-be-lasalista-pa-rin.html' title='*i&apos;d still want to be a lasalista pa rin*'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-115985523431839320</id><published>2006-10-02T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T23:00:34.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*closing cycles*</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i've always loved this prose written by Paulo Coelho. it points out what is already so &lt;em&gt;obvious&lt;/em&gt;. if something has &lt;em&gt;ended&lt;/em&gt; for you, i urge you to read this. this essay has helped me &lt;em&gt;move on &lt;/em&gt;and it can do the same for anyone else.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLOSING CYCLES by PAULO COELHO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;One always has to know when a stage comes to an end. &lt;strong&gt;If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters - whatever name we give it, what matters is to &lt;strong&gt;leave in the past the moments of life that have finished.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you lose your job? Has a loving relationship come to an end? Did you leave your parents’ house? Gone to live abroad? Has a long-lasting friendship ended all of a sudden? You can spend a long time wondering why this has happened. You can tell yourself you won’t take another step until you find out why certain things that were so important and so solid in your life have turned into dust, just like that. But such an attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved: your parents, your husband or wife, your friends, your children, your sister, everyone will be finishing chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on with life, and they will all feel bad seeing you at astandstill.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;None of us can be in the present and the past at the same time&lt;/strong&gt;, not even when we try to understand the things that happen to us. &lt;strong&gt;What has passed will not return&lt;/strong&gt;: we cannot forever be children, late adolescents, sons that feel guilt or rancor towards our parents, lovers who day and night relive an affair with someone who has gone away and has not the least intention of coming back. Things pass, and &lt;strong&gt;the best we can do is to let them really go away&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why it is so important (however painful it may be!) to destroy souvenirs, move, give lots of things away to orphanages, sell or donate the books you have at home. Everything &lt;strong&gt;in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;of what is going on in our hearts&lt;/strong&gt; - and getting rid ofcertain memories also means making some room for other memories to take their place. Let things go. Release them. Detach yourself from them. Nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Do not expect anything in return, do not expect your efforts to be appreciated, your genius to be discovered, &lt;strong&gt;your love to be understood&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again&lt;/strong&gt;, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that are broken off, work that is promised but there is no starting date, decisionsthat are always put off waiting for the “ideal moment.” &lt;strong&gt;Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished&lt;/strong&gt;: tell yourself that what has passed will never come back. Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person - &lt;strong&gt;nothing is irreplaceable, a habit is not a need&lt;/strong&gt;. This may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult, but it is very important.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing cycles. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because &lt;strong&gt;that no longer fits your life&lt;/strong&gt;. Shut the door, change the record, clean the house, shake off the dust. &lt;strong&gt;Stop being who you were, and change into who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;******************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Close your cycles. Move on. It's the only thing you can do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The past will remain in the past. No miracle can bring you back to when you were &lt;strong&gt;contented&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The people around you, the ones who care, can only do so much. &lt;strong&gt;Change has to come from within&lt;/strong&gt;. Stop waiting and do the move yourself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let go of the things you left behind or have left you behind. &lt;/strong&gt;Begin a new chapter. Seize the day. Enjoy the rest of your life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Live. Love. &lt;strong&gt;Learn&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27521270-115985523431839320?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/115985523431839320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=115985523431839320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/115985523431839320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/115985523431839320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2006/10/closing-cycles.html' title='*closing cycles*'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-115975192152465977</id><published>2006-10-01T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T18:18:42.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* XANGSANE *</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Typhoon Milenyo (international codename: xangsane)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l94/unwrittenlove/ediTed/xangsane.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not only did Milenyo uproot trees and topple billboards and power poles, its brief onslaught on Thursday also emphasized the growing social divide in the country.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Trinidad family is no stranger to long blackouts triggered not by natural calamities, but by poverty. In August, they spent about two weeks without electricity for failing to pay their bills. They’re expecting another disconnection order soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s one problem that’s seemingly alien to wealthy families seen by the Inquirer trooping to expensive hotels the other night. Not a few came in home attire -- shirt, shorts and slippers -- apparently expecting the cool hotel rooms to be home for the next two days or so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not far from the hotel, two shopping malls were packed with actual and window shoppers. The apparent common denominator was the yearning to escape the oppressive heat at home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson No. 1. Power and telephone lines must be buried in the Makati and Ortigas commercial districts like what has already been done in the Fort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the Philippines wants to be globally competitive in the call center business, then, by golly, we must provide these BPOs power and phone service 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The LRT and MRT must have a dedicated power connection 365 days a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it is now, the light rail system depends on a number of several Meralco substations to deliver electricity and run the trains; when, say, the south of Pasig River Meralco franchise goes dead, the entire Baclaran-Monumento service unfortunately goes kaput as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Like the LRT, traffic lights also need independent power supply, plus back-up power source (battery and solar power) like those used in train crossing signals in other countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Edsa, C-5 and the South and North Luzon expressways must be rid of billboards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. To ease gridlock in the Makati commercial district, Ayala and Buendia can and must be converted into a one-way loop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Builders need to review their condominium templates, especially those built like glass and concrete cages. Generators, no matter how powerful, are not designed to run nonstop for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Malls have now become the extensions of sala+dining+TV rooms of Metro Manilans. Rockwell did roaring business Thursday night--the lone mall left open with full power--from Makati village residents and condominium dwellers who were escaping the heat and the boredom of their darkened houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The local telcos will have to rely more on Wimax and other wireless means of delivering service to literally untangle themselves from the vagaries of nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When the weather cleared on Friday, the banks' ATM network, the supermarkets, and the malls were back on their feet despite electricity still unrestored. Should the government need insights on how to overcome supply-chain difficulties, the industry's backroom boys can fill up an entire how-to manual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Filipinos, despite their toxic politicians and feckless bureaucrats, are still a cheerful lot. Eavesdropping on their exchanges of disaster stories, you would think that Milenyo was one big adventure.&lt;/span&gt;&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/27521270-115975192152465977?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/115975192152465977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=115975192152465977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/115975192152465977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/115975192152465977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2006/10/xangsane.html' title='* XANGSANE *'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l94/unwrittenlove/ediTed/th_xangsane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-115927563279985555</id><published>2006-09-26T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T06:00:33.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*interrogating terrorists*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;the sports fest is something that &lt;strong&gt;everyone &lt;/strong&gt;looks forward to every year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;this year, it was something that was supposed to &lt;strong&gt;turn &lt;/strong&gt;things around. it was our&lt;strong&gt; last &lt;/strong&gt;spark of&lt;strong&gt; hope. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;today, when they gathered the entire high school body in the AVR, our whole &lt;strong&gt;batch&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;seniors&lt;/strong&gt;, was &lt;strong&gt;zealous. &lt;/strong&gt;this is our &lt;strong&gt;last &lt;/strong&gt;year and we want this &lt;strong&gt;year &lt;/strong&gt;to be &lt;strong&gt;our&lt;/strong&gt; year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;in the end, i realized that this year is just plain &lt;strong&gt;crappy&lt;/strong&gt;. the sports fest can't even save us from the &lt;strong&gt;torment&lt;/strong&gt; that we face &lt;strong&gt;everyday&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;two &lt;/strong&gt;basketball varsity members &lt;strong&gt;max. blue&lt;/strong&gt; instead of &lt;strong&gt;red&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;january&lt;/strong&gt; instead of &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;*big ass sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;oh well. &lt;strong&gt;c'est la vie&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i have to &lt;strong&gt;stop&lt;/strong&gt; thinking about this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i have other things to worry about; specifically, the &lt;strong&gt;geneva conventions &lt;/strong&gt;and&lt;strong&gt; interrogating terrorists&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27521270-115927563279985555?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/115927563279985555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=115927563279985555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/115927563279985555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/115927563279985555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2006/09/interrogating-terrorists.html' title='*interrogating terrorists*'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-115849412906630785</id><published>2006-09-17T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T05:09:27.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*pump up the animo*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;two down, &lt;strong&gt;one &lt;/strong&gt;more to go.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i took the ACET yesterday and boy was i &lt;strong&gt;surprised&lt;/strong&gt;. i expected a harder test. i expected a test that would make full use of all my brain cells. i expected a test that i would not finish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;im not saying that i'm surely going to &lt;strong&gt;pass&lt;/strong&gt; ateneo it's just that the ACET was far from what &lt;strong&gt;everyone&lt;/strong&gt; expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;now, im preparing for the last test that i will take..the &lt;strong&gt;DLSU-CET&lt;/strong&gt;. im feeling a great sense of &lt;strong&gt;anxiety&lt;/strong&gt;. a lot of people have been telling me that the DLSU-CET is the &lt;strong&gt;hardest&lt;/strong&gt; test im going to take. that's just &lt;strong&gt;great&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i really &lt;strong&gt;want&lt;/strong&gt; to get in DLSU. i do not know what i will do if i &lt;strong&gt;fail &lt;/strong&gt;to get in. my body will probably just &lt;strong&gt;shut down&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pray for me. DLSU is the one for me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PROPS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. JEREMY TABERNERO - thanks for the ride..and great patience for me and lou...haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. GOLD NAVEA - thanks for letting me and my friends cut in line...and entertaining me while waiting...*hug*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;3. SAMANTHA NUNEZ - thanks for being a great (Atenean) cousin...and for bringing LOU to the high school buiLding...*super tyt hug*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;4. LOU "BLESSED WITH MONEY" ORTILLA - thanks for being there! you made the ACET super fun! this was a great bonding moment...too bad you won't be taking the DLSU-CET...*blessed with money*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27521270-115849412906630785?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/115849412906630785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=115849412906630785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/115849412906630785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/115849412906630785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2006/09/pump-up-animo.html' title='*pump up the animo*'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-115798051538772616</id><published>2006-09-11T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T06:19:45.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*second term*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;today was the first day of the second trimester...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. i &lt;strong&gt;hyperventilated&lt;/strong&gt; and was sent home. this is a normal occurence for me but this time i believe it's an &lt;strong&gt;omen&lt;/strong&gt; of what's ahead this second term. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. i was sent to the &lt;strong&gt;office&lt;/strong&gt; because t. angie thought we [we: bea, france, debbie, edmarl, alex and fenelle] are involved in an &lt;strong&gt;organization that requires recruitment of members &lt;/strong&gt;[read: fraternity, sorority, gang, and such]. wow. are you kidding me?? you are so0o0o0o0o talking to the &lt;strong&gt;wrong &lt;/strong&gt;person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;3. the &lt;strong&gt;seniors&lt;/strong&gt; will have a lunch meeting in the HQ [CAT headquarters] tomorrow. this means that we are going to talk about something &lt;strong&gt;big&lt;/strong&gt; and from what i heard it's not going to be nice. ooooooyyyyyy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;4. the &lt;strong&gt;dummy&lt;/strong&gt; for the school paper hasn't been finished yet. as editor-in-chief, i get the &lt;strong&gt;blame&lt;/strong&gt;. even if i did my part and &lt;strong&gt;more&lt;/strong&gt;...i still get the blame. wow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;5. i might once again be sent to the office for reasons that i cannot explain here. &lt;strong&gt;aysusmaryosep&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;these are &lt;strong&gt;terrible signs &lt;/strong&gt;for the first day. first term was crappy, but i believe that second term is going to be &lt;strong&gt;crappy-er&lt;/strong&gt;. ooooyyyy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;this is supposed to be a &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;easy-going&lt;/strong&gt; year but it's turning out to be one my &lt;strong&gt;worst&lt;/strong&gt; years, if not &lt;strong&gt;the worst year&lt;/strong&gt; ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;save us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27521270-115798051538772616?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/115798051538772616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=115798051538772616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/115798051538772616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/115798051538772616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2006/09/second-term.html' title='*second term*'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-115762501615313547</id><published>2006-09-07T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T03:35:11.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*land of make believe*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Disclaimer: this is not addressed to anyone. it's just my creative juices flowing. so france, if you are reading this...relax.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i'm in a place....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.....where we can run through the field together all day.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.....where daisies, dahlias, and orchids surround us.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.....where the weather goes perfectly well with every &lt;strong&gt;move&lt;/strong&gt; we make.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.....where we can show our true colors without being afraid of what &lt;strong&gt;others&lt;/strong&gt; think because we have no one else &lt;strong&gt;but&lt;/strong&gt; each other.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.....where &lt;strong&gt;life&lt;/strong&gt; can just pass us by and we wouldn't care at all.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.....where we can happily position ourselves beneath the &lt;strong&gt;stars&lt;/strong&gt;, and patiently wait for each other to fall asleep.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;......where just hearing you &lt;strong&gt;breathe&lt;/strong&gt; strikes so much joy within my soul.....&lt;br /&gt;.....where we can &lt;strong&gt;talk&lt;/strong&gt; about everything.....&lt;br /&gt;.....where we can &lt;strong&gt;fly &lt;/strong&gt;to the sky and &lt;strong&gt;swim&lt;/strong&gt; with dolphins.....&lt;br /&gt;.....where &lt;strong&gt;pain&lt;/strong&gt; does not exist.....&lt;br /&gt;.....where no &lt;strong&gt;tears&lt;/strong&gt; fall.....&lt;br /&gt;.....where we are free to &lt;strong&gt;feel&lt;/strong&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;.....where i can hear you &lt;strong&gt;laughing&lt;/strong&gt; and see you &lt;strong&gt;smiling&lt;/strong&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;.....where you feel for me what i feel for you..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;......where i can hold you close, and smell your sweet perfume.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;......where our &lt;strong&gt;hands&lt;/strong&gt; fit perfectly together.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;......where your warmth destroys the &lt;strong&gt;coldness&lt;/strong&gt; within me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.....where everything is &lt;strong&gt;perfect&lt;/strong&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.....where i never &lt;strong&gt;miss &lt;/strong&gt;you because we are never apart.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;.....where we can actually be &lt;strong&gt;together&lt;/strong&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;one might wonder where this place might be. it's in my dreams. it's in my heart. it's in my soul. it's my &lt;strong&gt;land of make believe&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27521270-115762501615313547?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/115762501615313547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=115762501615313547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/115762501615313547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/115762501615313547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2006/09/land-of-make-believe.html' title='*land of make believe*'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-115727423302202893</id><published>2006-09-03T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T02:03:55.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*life is STILL beautiful*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;if you look at my entries from the 11th of august to the 2nd of september you will realize how &lt;strong&gt;fast&lt;/strong&gt; my moods can &lt;strong&gt;change&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;amazing is it not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i've been blissful, sad, semi-happy, down right depressed and in need of help. wow. crazy self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sometimes, all i do is watch the sky. &lt;/strong&gt;if i watch the sky too long won't life pass me by?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slow down and enjoy life. It's not only the scenery you miss by going too fast - you also miss the sense of where you are going and why.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;going too fast? me? i don't think so. i might be going too &lt;strong&gt;slow&lt;/strong&gt;, if not, i might not be moving at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i'm only &lt;strong&gt;sixteen &lt;/strong&gt;for crying out loud! i need to stop stressing away my senior year. i must stop focusing on the &lt;strong&gt;negativities&lt;/strong&gt; of my life. after all, i do have a &lt;strong&gt;very comfortable&lt;/strong&gt; life, the &lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt; set of friends, the &lt;strong&gt;greatest&lt;/strong&gt; parents and the &lt;strong&gt;most awesome&lt;/strong&gt; brothers. i have a lot to thank &lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt; for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i must &lt;strong&gt;crazily live life&lt;/strong&gt; once again. sure, i may face a whole lot of stressful situations and i might not always get what i want but i'm sure &lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt; has better plans for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i can still &lt;strong&gt;save the world&lt;/strong&gt;. i can do it. now, if &lt;strong&gt;superman&lt;/strong&gt; comes along then that would just be &lt;strong&gt;too wonderful&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nothing is too wonderful to be true.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;life &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;always will be&lt;/span&gt; beautiful it's just that sometimes not everyone can see its beauty.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27521270-115727423302202893?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/115727423302202893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=115727423302202893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/115727423302202893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/115727423302202893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2006/09/life-is-still-beautiful.html' title='*life is STILL beautiful*'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-115719875756882890</id><published>2006-09-02T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T05:06:05.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*why i need superman*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Read: this entry may or may not be based on real emotion. do not talk to me about this entry but feel free to leave a tag.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;my world is slowly but surely &lt;strong&gt;falling apart&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;the things i planned for are not happening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;there are times when i do not see meaning in life. there are times when i wonder if i will ever be happy again. behind my smiles and laughter there is a scared little girl who is afraid to &lt;strong&gt;feel again&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i always strive to make sure that the people around me are happy. i &lt;strong&gt;save &lt;/strong&gt;them first. i forget that i need some saving myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;someone once told me that i should not be afraid of taking &lt;strong&gt;risks&lt;/strong&gt;. i followed that advice. i recently took a plunge. i let my guard down. i allowed myself to be &lt;strong&gt;vulnerable&lt;/strong&gt;. i allowed myself to &lt;strong&gt;feel&lt;/strong&gt;. what happened? i was &lt;strong&gt;shattered&lt;/strong&gt;. i felt an emotion that i haven't felt for so long...and i didn't like it. now, i put up &lt;strong&gt;stronger &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;taller&lt;/strong&gt; walls to hinder me from feeling...to hinder me from hurting...to hinder me from being &lt;strong&gt;human&lt;/strong&gt;. i have once again &lt;strong&gt;frozen &lt;/strong&gt;up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;where is my &lt;strong&gt;superman&lt;/strong&gt;? where is that one person who will &lt;strong&gt;save&lt;/strong&gt; me from all of this? is he saving someone else? is he lost? is he even there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;need&lt;/strong&gt; you. i need you here with me. who are you? come to me and we'll &lt;strong&gt;fly &lt;/strong&gt;away together. please, please...&lt;strong&gt;save me&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27521270-115719875756882890?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/115719875756882890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=115719875756882890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/115719875756882890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/115719875756882890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-i-need-superman.html' title='*why i need superman*'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-115694798389788912</id><published>2006-08-30T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T07:26:25.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*panahon na*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes people feel pain in one point in their lives and never want to feel pain again&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;They become numb, traumatized and forever changed because of one single moment in their life that practically shattered the very foundations of their outlook on love.&lt;/strong&gt; That's why I believe that old flames should stay old so we can grow, so we can discover new things and learn new lessons. Old flames hold us back from growing, from moving forward and from making the most out of life. Old flames are great love stories, great for emo-moments, for sharing and for reminiscing, but not great for rekindling and going through again. Once is enough..Tama na yun because &lt;strong&gt;some people, no matter how strong they may seem, when they're all alone at the end of the day, you have no idea how little pain they can tolerate in their lives that it holds them back forever&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;samantha nunez, a highly quotable person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;kinailangan ko lang talagang ilagay ito sa blog ko. medyo natamaan kasi ako eh. parang ako yung nilalarawan. ang saya diba? tama nga nman ang aking pinsan. minsan kailangan na natin kalimutan ang mga sakit ng nakaraan dahil ito ang pumipigil sa atin upang makaranas ng matinding kaligayahan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;siguro panahon na para hayaan ko ang aking sarili na makaramdam muli. salamat 'insan at minulat mo ang aking mga mata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;[read: this is my first entry typed in filipino. amazing.]&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/27521270-115694798389788912?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/115694798389788912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=115694798389788912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/115694798389788912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/115694798389788912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2006/08/panahon-na.html' title='*panahon na*'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-115573138828931284</id><published>2006-08-16T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T05:29:48.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*reaLization*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;and now i realize how much pain i feel inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i've been lying to myself for so long. i thought i could handle the pain. i thought i could bare seeing my one love with someone else. but no, i cannot. it is just too painful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i have always imagined myself as that person. now, my dreams are forever shattered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i thought i could be friends with the &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt;...but i cannot. i need to retreat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i feel like crying...but it's too late now.&lt;/strong&gt; too late to get what i &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27521270-115573138828931284?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/115573138828931284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=115573138828931284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/115573138828931284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/115573138828931284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2006/08/realization.html' title='*reaLization*'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-115535088554685338</id><published>2006-08-11T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T20:16:44.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*happy*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;last night JT asked me if i was happy. i quickly replied "yes." i really am HAPPY and it's not because i don't have any problems but because i know how deal with all the crap in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"shit happens. you just have to wipe it off with tissue." -&lt;a href="http://sammness.blogspot.com"&gt;samantha nunez&lt;/a&gt;, my cousin, i love her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;believe me, a lot of shit has happened in my life. this may come as a shocker to most of the people who know me but i do go through pain. i do not get everything that i want. for one thing, my senior year didn't start right because i lost the election. i love love love love love the student council and the feeling of defeat was as if a boyfriend, that i truly loved, broke up with me and replaced me with a new person. yes, i do miss it but what can i do? instead of moping around i choose to help out whenever i can and besides, a lot of opportunities sprung up for me. i would not have agreed to join any of the "clubs" that came my way if i was elected student council president. so in the end, it all worked out for the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;there are times when stress gets to me and i feel like i'm doing too much. when these moments occur do i give up? no. i let it out. i talk to people who will &lt;strong&gt;understand&lt;/strong&gt;. i go to those who will &lt;strong&gt;listen&lt;/strong&gt;. most importantly, i &lt;strong&gt;slow down&lt;/strong&gt;. sometimes people move too fast that they forget to enjoy the scenery and they tend to forget where they're going and why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;currently, i have a lot of &lt;strong&gt;problems&lt;/strong&gt; and sleepless nights but i still love my life. i guess, over the years of dealing with so much &lt;strong&gt;pain&lt;/strong&gt; i just learned how to filter out the bad...or maybe my heart has completely frozen up that i don't feel anything anymore. either way, i'll just keep on going. i hope you will too.&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/27521270-115535088554685338?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/115535088554685338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=115535088554685338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/115535088554685338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/115535088554685338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy.html' title='*happy*'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-115413991612232026</id><published>2006-07-28T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T20:10:12.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*ULTIMATE SATISFACTION*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Last night was one of the most memorable nights of my ENTIRE life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;THE PUSSYCAT DOLLS LIVE IN MANILA!!!!!!!!! oh my gosh!!!! i am INSANELY HAPPY right now! i don't even know if I can put my thoughts into words! I feel like I won a million pounds and snagged an insanely hot (and smart) European cutie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;the entire araneta coliseum was jam packed with screaming and eager fans of the pussycat dolls. the four of us [me, joan, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sammness.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt; and pam] were patiently waiting on our Patron seats [yeah, baby!] for the show to begin...then, out of the darkness &lt;strong&gt;they&lt;/strong&gt; emerge. you could hear and &lt;strong&gt;feel&lt;/strong&gt; the excitement of every single person in the coliseum. it dawned on me that &lt;strong&gt;this is really happening &lt;/strong&gt;and i got all excited. i didn't know whether i should cry my eyes out or scream with all my might. i chose the latter. i was armed with my glow sticks, digi cam and phone [thank God I bought a phone with an awesome cam] and throughout the entire show i was up on my feet, singing and dancing their songs. i was on an &lt;strong&gt;ultimate high&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;our seats had a nice view but my dear cousin, sam, and her friend, pam were simply not satisfied. they pushed and asserted themselves through the crowd until they finally reached the stage. yes, they reached the stage. they were right there! sam came back for me and joan and in a few seconds of "asserting" ourselves, we were there! THE PUSSYCAT DOLLS WERE RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME!!!! i am surprised i didn't die of a heart attack! it was as if adrenaline was circulating my body! it was so &lt;strong&gt;awesome&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the most &lt;strong&gt;moving &lt;/strong&gt;part of the concert was when &lt;strong&gt;stickwitu&lt;/strong&gt; was performed. &lt;strong&gt;everyone&lt;/strong&gt; was singing. nicole scherzinger was getting teary-eyed while she was singing and right after it she &lt;strong&gt;broke down&lt;/strong&gt;. she cried right in front of everyone. she was overwhelmed with all the &lt;strong&gt;support&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; from her &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kababayans&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;it was so touching to see her up there, representing the philippines. i don't think she was faking it. i could see that she was really proud but if she was crying crocodile tears then she better get an Oscar because I believed it and so did a few thousand people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it was a &lt;strong&gt;great&lt;/strong&gt; concert. i loved every single moment of it. all the tears that i shed and sermons that i had to endure were worth what i experienced last night. the only sad part was when it ended. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i so love my cousins for coming with me! i will definitely never forget that night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PICTURES and VIDEO will come SOON.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;PLUS: I SAW YSABEL!!!!! oh my gosh! i was insanely shocked and happy that she was there! i couldn't believe it! we've talked about meeting up since she came back from london but i never thought that i would see her there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;BUMMER: although i &lt;strong&gt;greatly enjoyed &lt;/strong&gt;the concert i really wanted fenelle to be there! we would have really enjoyed it together! i was supposed to call her during &lt;strong&gt;wait a minute&lt;/strong&gt; but my phone died! crap! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w9uKwBxbS6M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w9uKwBxbS6M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27521270-115413991612232026?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/115413991612232026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=115413991612232026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/115413991612232026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/115413991612232026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2006/07/ultimate-satisfaction.html' title='*ULTIMATE SATISFACTION*'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-115372530091737675</id><published>2006-07-24T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T00:15:01.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*hating home*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;classes were suspended today and instead of being happy about it i'm bummed. i hate staying at home. it's boring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;the more i stay at home, the more i realize how much i want to leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;school is where my friends are. school is where my mom can't contact me, order me around or get mad at me for reasons that are insanely shallow. school is where i have a lot of things to do yet still have time to dish out on the newest gossip with my friends. school is nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;no matter how much i complain about the workload or how crappy my year started school is still good. it's the only place where i have a sense of self-worth, where i know i am capable of doing things, where i know i am good at some things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i can't wait 'til i go to school tomorrow. i can't breathe in our house anymore.&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/27521270-115372530091737675?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/115372530091737675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=115372530091737675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/115372530091737675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/115372530091737675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2006/07/hating-home.html' title='*hating home*'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-115354141724458020</id><published>2006-07-21T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T21:21:16.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* surveys *</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You've Got It Bad For Him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyoucrushingonhimquiz/bad-for-him.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For better or worse, you've always got your friend on the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he digs you too, this could be a very good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, at least you tried! You've got to make a move and find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might discover that he's been pining away for you as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyoucrushingonhimquiz/"&gt;Are You Crushing on Him (And Don't Even Know It)?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are Ready to Date Again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyoureadytodateagainquiz/ready-date-1.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not out there already, you should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ex is long gone from your heart, and you are ready for another relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any guy you meet gets a clean slate - and no emotional baggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you've gotten completely over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to a better guy :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for you to start dating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post your photo and profile on a bunch of personals sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before long, you won't have any more lonely Saturday nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyoureadytodateagainquiz/"&gt;Are You Ready To Date Again?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your iPod Is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B0006HTZ7Q/yournewromance-20/"&gt;&lt;img height="160" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B0006HTZ7Q.01._SCMZZZZZZZ_.jpg" width="80" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: blue" href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B0006HTZ7Q/yournewromance-20/"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iPod Mini Green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shiny.blogthings.com/whatipodareyouquiz/"&gt;What iPod Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i took this test, and it gave me my exact iPod. i mean EXACT. type and coLor. amazing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27521270-115354141724458020?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/115354141724458020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=115354141724458020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/115354141724458020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/115354141724458020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2006/07/surveys.html' title='* surveys *'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-115339175400074553</id><published>2006-07-20T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T03:38:40.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*we need more peopLe to save the worLd*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;not so long ago, life was simple. everyone did their jobs and we were at a better place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;today, the world is filled with chaos, melancholy and hostility. the darkness surrounds us all. we need &lt;strong&gt;saviors&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;there are not a lot of saviors today becase most of the people think for themselves. a great number of them want the good things to happen only to them. people have changed. they do not want others to experience success, so instead of helping each other they drag each other down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i see no trace of peace and unity. they have &lt;strong&gt;hidden&lt;/strong&gt; themselves from our world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pandora's box has been opened and&lt;strong&gt; hope&lt;/strong&gt;, the one good thing released from the box, is no where to be found. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;we need more people to &lt;strong&gt;save&lt;/strong&gt; the world. &lt;strong&gt;bom&lt;/strong&gt;, thanks for being one of them. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;why make this entry? i guess i just need someone to save &lt;strong&gt;my &lt;/strong&gt;world because i'm dying in it. &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/27521270-115339175400074553?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/115339175400074553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=115339175400074553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/115339175400074553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/115339175400074553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2006/07/we-need-more-people-to-save-world.html' title='*we need more peopLe to save the worLd*'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-115305152919050629</id><published>2006-07-16T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T05:05:29.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* UPCAT *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;05 August 2006&lt;/strong&gt; is the UPCAT day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;exactly &lt;strong&gt;20 days&lt;/strong&gt; to prepare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;and i don't really &lt;strong&gt;care&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ADMU&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;DLSU&lt;/strong&gt; are the only schools i care about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;respect&lt;/strong&gt; all students who study at UP; but UP is just not for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&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/27521270-115305152919050629?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/115305152919050629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=115305152919050629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/115305152919050629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/115305152919050629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2006/07/upcat.html' title='* UPCAT *'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-115270886598265408</id><published>2006-07-12T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T05:57:51.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*a show with no performers*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;the UAAP without DLSU is like &lt;strong&gt;a show with no performers&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;around this time of the year &lt;strong&gt;bea&lt;/strong&gt; and i are supposed to be all excited about the UAAP season. we would be finding out what teams are to look out for, looking for good players, and of course, cheering for the &lt;strong&gt;De La Salle Green Archers&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;but this year is different. i didn't even know that the 69th UAAP season started 4 days ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;it's my last year in high school and i won't even get to see my &lt;strong&gt;favorite&lt;/strong&gt; team play! this is all so stupid. now that arwind santos is gone we actually have a good chance of regaining the throne. but no.......the DLSU Green Archers is suspended all because of two &lt;strong&gt;irrelevant&lt;/strong&gt; players: &lt;strong&gt;mark benitez&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;tim gatchalian&lt;/strong&gt;. i don't even know them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i know that this year's season would be less exciting with the absence of DLSU. DLSU is one of the most prominent teams in the league and their suspension would definitely decrease the number of viewers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no denying that the La Salle-Ateneo rivalry is the UAAP's biggest attraction. But without La Salle, I guess it's time for the league to build a new rivalry," said Ateneo coach Norman Black. "I like an Ateneo-UE match since both teams are competitive." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"With La Salle not being there, I think we should start looking at the other teams," UE coach Dindo Pumaren said on the other hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i completely disagree. you can't replace something as great as DLSU...the only thing you can do is respect it, and patiently wait for them to come back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i can't wait for next year...a year of suspension is a year of hard-ass training...the other teams better be very afraid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ANIMO LA SALLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&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/27521270-115270886598265408?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/115270886598265408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>*do i dare go BLUE?*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i got my Ateneo application form today from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sammness.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt; and i am &lt;strong&gt;excited&lt;/strong&gt; to fill it up.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i'm sure that this is a shocker to every single person who knows me because they all know that &lt;strong&gt;i love DLSU&lt;/strong&gt; but i can't deny the fact that ateneo is a good school and i am starting to &lt;strong&gt;like&lt;/strong&gt; it. sam, if you are reading this, i believe that all your efforts of &lt;strong&gt;forcing&lt;/strong&gt; me to study in ateneo are finally getting to me...but this doesn't mean that i am encouraging you to continue teasing DLSU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;when my brothers found out that i am applying for ateneo they said that i was &lt;strong&gt;betraying&lt;/strong&gt; la salle. how sad.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;it suddenly hit me: what if i go to ateneo, will my parents support my decision or will i never hear the end of it? crud. i am insanely confused right now. i need &lt;strong&gt;signs&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;my first course choice in the Ateneo is &lt;strong&gt;Management Engineering &lt;/strong&gt;[ME]. it is an honors course; which means that they will only &lt;strong&gt;accept the top 15% of the students who passed the ACET&lt;/strong&gt;. my second, third, and fourth choices are not too important [nevertheless, i will still put down good courses] because i promised myself that i will only study in ateneo if: a) I get in Management Engineering or b) I fail the DLSU-CET and pass the ACET [something that's close to impossible].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;self-question: &lt;strong&gt;do i dare go blue?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&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/27521270-115243411953524326?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/115243411953524326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=115243411953524326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/115243411953524326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/115243411953524326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2006/07/do-i-dare-go-blue.html' title='*do i dare go BLUE?*'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-115166849424578120</id><published>2006-06-30T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T01:37:26.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*friendLy competition*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;the miting de avance was held today...and i blew it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;people expected a lot from me and i failed to meet their expectations. bummer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;jeremy, however, did very well. i was really proud of him. he did an awesome job. i know he will win...and that's ok. seriously. you might not believe it but i will be very happy for him if he wins. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;we are very close friends and this "competition" won't ruin that friendship. we talked with t. joy for a long time after classes and i enjoyed our conversation. if i win, he will be very happy for me and if he wins i will be happy for him. we both know that whatever happens the two of us we will be active this school year. we will help each other out in order to satisfy the student body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;congratulations, jeremy. thanks for being a great friend. i will support you all the way. =)&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/27521270-115166849424578120?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/115166849424578120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=115166849424578120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/115166849424578120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/115166849424578120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2006/06/friendly-competition.html' title='*friendLy competition*'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-115097372813708730</id><published>2006-06-22T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T03:55:28.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*let it go*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;why do u have to get mad? i don't understand why you should get pissed at &lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt; for making, what she belives as a,&lt;strong&gt; better&lt;/strong&gt; choice. you should be ashamed of yourself. i can get mad at a lot of people for succumbing to the pressure...for not standing up for what they want....for letting me down...but i choose not to...because i know i should respect their decision. i know that for some unknown reason they need to turn their backs from me and choose an &lt;strong&gt;easier &lt;/strong&gt;choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;a &lt;strong&gt;lot&lt;/strong&gt; of people are willing to let me down...just to satisfy the want of someone else. this is just one person. why do you have to get mad at &lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i am angry at you for being an immature &lt;strong&gt;brat&lt;/strong&gt;. for making a close friend feel bad for expressing her &lt;strong&gt;true&lt;/strong&gt; self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;one question: when has being &lt;strong&gt;real &lt;/strong&gt;ever been &lt;strong&gt;wrong&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27521270-115097372813708730?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-115010787463258898</id><published>2006-06-12T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T03:24:34.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* school blues*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;yeah. new layout. i just felt like making a new one since school starts tomorrow. "A million stories and all the promises left unsigned" is a song of Mojofly. i was looking through my cds, picked Mojofly's up and this song title caught my attention. it's catchy. i like it. =) i love the pictures [of me!] on the left side. yes, vanity has struck once again. i would like to thank my brother, Miggy, for taking these pictures of me [i had to pay him PhP 10 to do so..]. i think he would be a great photographer when he grows up. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;school starts tomorrow. what a bummer. i seriously don't want to go to school yet. this is the first time that i am not excited about going back to school. i am currently in denial about it. i hope to stop the beginning of school by not finishing the labeling of my notebooks and books...but we all know that's not going to work. see how desperate i am? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;so, why not just ditch the first few days of school? i don't know. i just don't do that. i enjoy the first few days of school. i don't why, but i do. and besides, if i miss the first few days of school i might not be able to join the club that i like, i won't be there when they give out the area awards [not sure if they're still going to do this since they already gave us our awards], and check out the new students. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;oh well, school blues. wish me luck for i face a new year at MDM tomorrow. it's going to be different.&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/27521270-115010787463258898?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/115010787463258898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=115010787463258898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/115010787463258898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/115010787463258898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2006/06/school-blues.html' title='* school blues*'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-114985441230496626</id><published>2006-06-09T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T05:24:46.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*randomosity*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i got this survey from &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/tangurl19"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YsabeL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Your mobile phone.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. What is your current ringtone?:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i don't have one ringtone, i assign ringtones according to the caLLer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. What is your current wallpaper?:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;a picture of me edited through Photoshop =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3. Do you own a picture phone?:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;yes. i can't live without my camera phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;4. If so, what was the last picture you took?:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;a picture of me. haha. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;5. Go to your text message inbox and type what the 10th message from the top say?:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;FeneLLe. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;6. How many contacts do you have on your phone?:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;120&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;7. Go to your missed calls. 5th missed call...who is it?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aLex =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;8. Who was the last person you spoke to on your cell phone?:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;my mom =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;9 How many bars do you have for your service/battery?:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;6 bars =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;11. Who's on your speed dial number 5?:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i don't use speed diaLs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;12. Do you have any voice mails?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i don't use voice maiLs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;13. How many contacts that start with the letter D do you have?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;14. Who do you call the most?: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;my parents and the house =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;15. How many text messages do you get a month?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm not sure. i have to check my previous biLLs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;16. Can you send pictures?:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;17. What are the last 4 digits to your number?:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;why? do u want to get my number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;18. Go to your sent texts, what does the eighth one say?:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Haha...=) cge, ingat. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;20. Who's the last person that you called?:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;besh, aLLi =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;21. The last person that called you?:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;my mom.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;22. Last person that texted you?:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;my mom =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;23. Last person you added to your contacts?:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hmmm...daneda, i guess. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;24. How many minutes are on your plan?:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i'm not sure...i just keep on caLLing. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;25. Do you like your phone?:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;abso-bLoody-luteLy. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;BOXING&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i attended my first boxing cLass this morning and boy, was it tiring. i knew it was going to be quite a work-out but i wasn't prepared for the rigorous training that the trainer lined-up. it was crazy. you get 30-second breaks every three minutes and believe me those breaks aren't enough. the good thing is i had a lot of fun. =) i'm going back tomorrow. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i thought boxing was all about punching. it looks so easy on tv. there were so many things to remember like your footwork, stance, weight transfer, and a whoLe bunch of other stuff. the trainer made me try the baLL that hangs from the ceiLing. the smaLL one that goes reaLLy fast as you punch it. anyhoo, it looks so easy but it isn't. i had a hard time doing it. i was reaLLy frustrated. i wanted to puLL it and throw it all the way to ATC. another tiring exercise [weLL, aLL the exercises were tiring] was the skip rope. this one was very easy yet very tiring. i had to skip rope non-stop for 2 3-minute time frames. it was really fun. it was a great outlet to let go of my frustrations and anxiety but i was extremely exhausted after my session. it was all worth it though. after going through that, i have a greater respect for Manny Pacquiao and all the other boxers out there. this is what they do for a living and they must train way harder than me. they deserve every single centavo they earn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;wow. i can't wait until tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=" method="post"&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dddd88;"&gt;Your Stripper Info by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/radioface/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dddd88;"&gt;radioface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;first name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;input value="monica" name="first name"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;input value="15" name="age"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Stripper Name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Barbie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Specialty:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;u get the most $ in yer thong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Customers say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"She's way too hot to strip"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://memegen.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dddd88;"&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="radioface" name="un"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1074624728" name="meme"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=" method="post"&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dddd88;"&gt;How you really say "I love you." by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/lenatheraven"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dddd88;"&gt;lenatheraven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;input value="monica" name="Name"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...believe in true love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;select name="...believe in true love?"&gt;&lt;option&gt;yes&lt;option&gt;no&lt;option&gt;I wish I did&lt;option&gt;I wish I didn't&lt;option&gt;most definitely&lt;option&gt;not until someone proved it to me&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your hands say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm always here even if you have to reach for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your eyes say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your hugs say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nothing I desire compares with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your kisses say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am addicted to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your body says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I just want to hold you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your heart says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Je t'aime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #000000" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://memegen.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dddd88;"&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="lenatheraven" name="un"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1074732791" name="meme"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=" method="post"&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dddd88;"&gt;Are you in love? by &lt;a href="http://www.deadjournal.com/users/suicidalsirius"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dddd88;"&gt;icepuppet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;input value="monica reyes" name="Your name:"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Their name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;input value="SECRET" name="Their name:"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Love?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Its love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #000000" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg colspan="2" style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://memegen.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dddd88;"&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i pLaced a name in the "Their name:" fieLd..i just didn't want to share it to the worLd. haha. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="icepuppet" name="un"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1074636314" name="meme"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action='http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074896483' method='POST'&gt;&lt;table style='font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; 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&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;over the summer i've been researching about studying in Australia and i found a great school. &lt;a href="http://www.monash.edu.au/"&gt;Monash University&lt;/a&gt;. it's a great school. it's one of the top universities in Australia and the WORLD. they have 15,000 international students which means that they have a great program for international students. all of their campuses are situated in Melbourne, one of the most livable places in the world. clearly, i know a thing or two about Monash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;anyhoo, why do i want to study in Australia? well, i want to live there. from the first time i visited the country i immediately fell in love with it. it's so clean, the people are so nice, it's easy to commute....it's simply livable. might i add that they also have a wide variety of very hot male Aussies. haha. =) i want to experience living alone..independence never hurt. i want to make friends with people of different nationalities. i want to spread the word that Filipinos are effective people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;what would i do after i graduate from Monash? well, i can come back here but i would love to stay there. sure, i will terribly miss my friends and family but i know it will be worth it. i want to settle down in Australia. it's such a great place. i really love it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;*sighs* oh well, this is all a dream. it may or may not come true. if it does come true then great but if it doesn't it will still be great because i will study in my dream school, DLSU, while being with my family in friends. life is good. =)&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/27521270-114976902169878413?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/114976902169878413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=114976902169878413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/114976902169878413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/114976902169878413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2006/06/australia.html' title='*Australia*'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-114966665908524708</id><published>2006-06-07T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T00:50:59.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*one tree hill love*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1508/2901/1600/th_onetreehill.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1508/2901/320/th_onetreehill.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i finally have the third season of ONE TREE HILL!!! yey! :) i've been dying to get it since francene toLd me that the third is aLready avaiLabLe at ruins. yey. thank God for ruins. :) and thanks Mom for buying the third season for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;the first time i watched one tree hill was when i was a sophomore [wow. it seems like so long ago]. i was fLipping through the channeLs and i bumped into it. i watched it...got into it...and hated the fact that the episode had to end. i watched it every single week. i fell in love. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i can't say that i got addicted because there are others who are waaaayy addicted. i can name names, but i'd rather not. haha. anyhoo, the third season is the only season of one tree hill that i have a copy of. why? well, i don't exactly know. maybe because i've watched an episode while i was in the states and i've been dying to find out what had happened before that episode. when i got back here ETC kept on replaying episodes and i just got sick of it [not because i didn't enjoy watching OTH, but because i reaLLy wanted to know what wouLd happen next]. so, when i finaLLy had the third season i didn't waste any time...i went on right ahead and watched it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;it is a very entertaining show. sometimes it can be quite shocking. there are a number of events that left me [and a bunch of others] speechLess. i didn't know how to react and all i couLd do was pause it and take some time to breathe. there are other times that it is predictable yet it still manages to get a lot of emotion out of me. even when i know what's going to happen i still get all teary eyed or mad. even when i watched the episode that i saw in the states all over again i still felt the same emotions that i felt when i watched it the first time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;one tree hill is a great show. i love it. why? well, because it deals with what we, as teenagers, go through: drugs, sex, alcohol, endless parties, love [well, we think it's love] and hook ups with rock stars [haha. go Peyton]. we can relate to it. some things may be unrealistic nevertheless every single part of the show is admired by its avid viewers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;now, about the third season. it was amazing. it is definitely the most thrilling one to date. there were deaths, a devil getting all the power, hook-ups, healed hearts, broken hearts, and a few cat fights [hint: new girl in town vs. brooke and brooke vs. peyton because of a guy]. i cried loads of times while watching this season...and you probably will too. the last episode of this season is waaaaaaaayy shocking and intriguing than the one of the second season. man, i can't wait until the fourth season is shown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&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/27521270-114966665908524708?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/114966665908524708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=114966665908524708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/114966665908524708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/114966665908524708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2006/06/one-tree-hill-love.html' title='*one tree hill love*'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-114898487878428657</id><published>2006-05-30T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T03:32:21.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* the irony of it aLL *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"and also being a sadistic non-conformist in this WHITE-SKIN-ADDICTED-PHILIPPINES, i prefer to be proud of my beautiful tanned shimmy than to splurge on Green Papaya Soaps or getting skin bleaches whatever you call it!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i agree. who said this? nicki did [a friend i met during the summer camp; i linked her].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;im very happy with my melanin-full epidermis. it's nice to have a "year-long tan" [as others might put it. i don't intend to modify my skin color because it's simply beautiful. the onLy reason i put sunscreen on when i play golf or go swim is because i want to prevent harmful UV rays from attacking me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;when we go to europe or north america we are praised by their people because they envy the golden hue of our skin. we are flooded with compLiments and they ask us what we do in order to maintain it. they try so hard to duplicate tanned skin. they spend thousands of pesos just to be able to get something remoteLy cLose to what we are aLready bLessed with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;shouLdn't we feeL good about this? shouLdn't we be even prouder of what we have? we shouLd. but most of us aren't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;in our side of the worLd, heaps of whitening products are being purchased by most of the population. both sexes purchase these whitening products: from girls...to boys. almost everyone wants to achieve lighter skin. almost everyone wants to change what they aLready have. there are even those who are aLready light-skinned yet they stiLL use whitening lotions, soaps, and other sorts of products that promise lighter skin. they are preventing themselved from being tan! why? what is so terribLe about being tan? are you afraid of being teased by others or do you simply succumb to the deceitful media that has tagged lighter skin as the only type of beautiful skin? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;read: the caucasians are trying hard to get our skin, while we are trying just as hard to get lighter skin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;if you are morphing yourself into something else, then your skin is not to blame...it is &lt;strong&gt;your &lt;/strong&gt;fault. you should change your outlook. if they start selling love-of-self pills, self-confidence creams, and self-acceptance soaps you should go purchase tons of those products because you don't need whitening products [well, maybe you do, if you have dark elbows and knees] or self-tanners. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;we always want what we don't have. we are simply never satisfied. how ironic. if only we could change...oh wait, we can &lt;strong&gt;change&lt;/strong&gt;. some people are just too weak to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&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/27521270-114898487878428657?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/114898487878428657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=114898487878428657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/114898487878428657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/114898487878428657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2006/05/irony-of-it-all.html' title='* the irony of it aLL *'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-114890050244760435</id><published>2006-05-29T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T04:17:51.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* love ko la salle *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i finished fiLLing up my UP appLication form and i shaLL pass it tomorrow. but the thing is i don't want to go to UP. i just want to take the UPCAT.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i reaLLy want to pass DLSU. i love that schooL. it is MY schooL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ateneo is a great schooL and UP is ok but DLSU is the one for me&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; i bLeed green. they are the best when it comes to computer courses and i intend to take up a computer course [BS-ICTM]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i've aLways wanted to be a La Sallian. it's my dream schooL. that dream got bigger when i attended their summer camp. every singLe day in DLSU was so great. just being in the campus was amazing. i know that it isn't the cleanest, or the best located university but those things are superficiaL. it's how La Sallians turn up to be that matters. the vaLues that the La Sallian community instills within every student is what counts. and most importantLy, it's the green McDonaLds that reaLLy made me faLL in love with the schooL [haha.]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;man, i reaLLy want to pass DLSU. everyone is teLLing me that i wiLL get in but i won't let those comments get to my head because there is stiLL a possibiLity that i won't [God forbid]. i don't know what wiLL hapPen if i don't get in DLSU. it wiLL probabLy ruin me. i hope i don't faiL. pray for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j10/querentia23/ranDom/Larawanito.jpg" WIDTH="640" HEIGHT="480"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;oh yes. &lt;b&gt;some&lt;/b&gt; of my La Salle merchandise. cLearLy: &lt;b&gt;love ko la salle!&lt;/b&gt; haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j10/querentia23/ranDom/c9e033e9.jpg" WIDTH="640" HEIGHT="480"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;this was awarded to me during the summer camp. "ms.  catch 2011" means that i am the person who is most likeLy to graduate from la salle. haha. how accurate. =)by the way, my feLLow campers voted for me...thanks u guys. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j10/querentia23/ranDom/66c664e7.jpg" WIDTH="640" HEIGHT="480"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;these are the three certificates i received from the summer camp. one of them is just a certificate of recognition, while the other two are &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; awards. i already mentioned the other one. the other one is the &lt;b&gt; outstanding summer camper &lt;/b&gt; award. the campers didn't vote on this award. i think the facilitators did. thank you. it's basicaLLy seLf-expLantory. perks of this award: La Salle bag and they will contact me regarding my entry in DLSU. yey. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i'm not &lt;i&gt;mayabang&lt;/i&gt;...more like proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27521270-114890050244760435?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/114890050244760435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=114890050244760435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/114890050244760435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/114890050244760435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2006/05/love-ko-la-salle.html' title='* love ko la salle *'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j10/querentia23/ranDom/th_Larawanito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-114855434161840633</id><published>2006-05-25T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T03:52:21.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* love thy clock *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;hello &lt;strong&gt;mr. clock man&lt;/strong&gt;. that's how i know you. you make me appreciate the &lt;strong&gt;clock&lt;/strong&gt; more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;now, i now your name. how? i checked list. how stalker-like, i guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i tried to find you in the archive of people. i searched through a hundred names but none of them was yours. it saddened me. but i will &lt;strong&gt;persevere&lt;/strong&gt; and i will &lt;strong&gt;find&lt;/strong&gt; you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;you immediately caught my attention with your messy hair and &lt;strong&gt;deep&lt;/strong&gt; stare. how intriguing. i aspire to know more about you. i will stalk you, if i have to. i have warned you. be ready for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;see you tomorrow. and someday we will talk. but for now, i will have to be satisfied with checking the &lt;strong&gt;clock &lt;/strong&gt;even if i have a watch of my own. i will never forget you, &lt;strong&gt;mr. clock man&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27521270-114855434161840633?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/114855434161840633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=114855434161840633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/114855434161840633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/114855434161840633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2006/05/love-thy-clock.html' title='* love thy clock *'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-114837881644383592</id><published>2006-05-23T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T03:08:18.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* coLLege *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i haven't updated for quite some time because i've been attending review classes at MSA. so far, so good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;it's starting to sink in: im going to graduate by the end of this school year. wow. i can't wait. i want to go to college already. i want to make new friends and get a new boyfriend [haha.] =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i'm starting to fill my UP application form up. i don't have a course in UP. i don't want to go to UP. i just want to experience the UPCAT. haha. ateneo is not out of the question but i still don't have a course there, too. one school i'm sure of is DLSU. i have a course [BS-ICTM], i've been around the campus, and they will contact me regarding my application there [thanks to my outstanding summer camper award]. i just have to apply and pass the DLSU-CET...and i'm scared. i know a couple of people who are smart yet they didn't pass UP, ateneo or la salle. i can't be like that. i have to pass DLSU. i have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;P.S. i don't want to go back to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/27521270-114837881644383592?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/114837881644383592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=114837881644383592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/114837881644383592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/114837881644383592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2006/05/college.html' title='* coLLege *'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-114767513633469336</id><published>2006-05-14T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T23:38:56.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* purpose *</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"the world is my country, all mankind are my brethren, and to do good is my religion."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i've been looking for ways on how i can &lt;strong&gt;make a difference&lt;/strong&gt; and finally God has given me a great opportunity to do so. He lead me to &lt;a href="http://worldvision.org.ph/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;World Vision&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;it is an international organization that aims to uplift the lives of the less fortunate...especially children. what did i do to get involved? i sponsored a child. i am sending a child to school. her name is &lt;strong&gt;jessica domingo. &lt;/strong&gt;she is only eleven years old yet she is living a life a hundred times worse than mine but thanks to world vision, i am slowly leading her to a better and brighter future and all it takes is PhP 450 a month. think about it...if you can spend that much on a single shirt why not spend the cash on a gift that would change a child's life. in fact this PhP 450 will go a long way...it will finance the schooling of a child, take care of her/his family and build projects for her/his community. i made a choice and i feel great. i want you to feel the way i am feeling today. it's time for you to make a decision. would you be satisfied with simply pitying&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;the children who can't afford to go to school or would you rather make a difference and change their lives for the better? we have to help our fellowmen because if we won't do it &lt;strong&gt;no one else will&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;you may not be able to change the world but you can change the life of one child. &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/27521270-114767513633469336?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/114767513633469336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=114767513633469336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/114767513633469336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/114767513633469336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2006/05/purpose.html' title='* purpose *'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-114740789966845340</id><published>2006-05-11T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T21:24:59.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* randomosity *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;update on my life..if you care...stalker...haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. francene arrived from the states yesterday. &lt;/strong&gt;finally. she has been there too long. we left at the same time and i came back 5 weeks earlier than she did! oyyy...boy, did i miss her. i was the first person she called...and i'm glad...we talked about a ton of stuff. we talked about the places we went to....in n out burger...jamba juice...cheap shopping...and airplanes. im glad she's back home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. it's raining.&lt;/strong&gt; mai gawd. it rained last night but i thought it was just a mild shower. i woke up this morning only to be greeted by a gloomy sky...and it was still hot. no sign of cold wind...or any form of wind. a storm is coming and i assume some chilly wind is coming with it. everyone needs a break from this crappy [too] hot weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;that's it...felt like blogging so i did...even if i didn't have anything important to say...haha...:) ciao ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27521270-114740789966845340?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/114740789966845340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=114740789966845340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/114740789966845340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/114740789966845340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2006/05/randomosity.html' title='* randomosity *'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-114714030474352044</id><published>2006-05-08T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T19:35:05.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* when boredom strikes *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;hey there. my brothers and i will be having another one of our bonding moments later. we'll be going to town just to chill. i enjoy chilling with them. it relaxes me yet it makes me feel mature. i love it. i love my brothers, so don't mess with them or i will kill your ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, i was blog-hopping and i saw a test that i should take. it's a test about how evil i am. here are the results. btw, thanks to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://solitaryhaven.blogdrive.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ate beck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; for posting her results and sharing them to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my results:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 46% Evil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/evil-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are evil, but you haven't yet mastered the dark side.&lt;br /&gt;Fear not though - you are on your way to world domination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;then, i thought to myself...i should take a whole bunch of other quizzes...so i did. haha. enjoy. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Belong in Paris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whateuropeancitydoyoubelonginquiz/paris.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You enjoy all that life has to offer, and you can appreciate the fine tastes and sites of Paris.&lt;br /&gt;You're the perfect person to wander the streets of Paris aimlessly, enjoying architecture and a crepe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; European City Do You Belong In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are a Brainy Girl!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/brainy-girl.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Whether you're an official student or a casual learner, you enjoy hitting the books.&lt;br /&gt;You know a little bit about everything, and you're always dying to know more.&lt;br /&gt;For a guy to win your heart, he's got to share some of your intellectual interests.&lt;br /&gt;A awesome book collection of his own doesn't hurt either!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt; Kind of Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Dream Engagement Ring Has a Heart Diamond!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsyourdreamengagementringquiz/heart-diamond.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You wear your heart on your sleeve, so of course you should also wear it on your ring.&lt;br /&gt;A heart diamond is the perfect choice for highlighting your passionate disposition.&lt;br /&gt;Only a true romantic can get away with wearing this ring. Luckily, that's you.&lt;br /&gt;And only a true romantic can give you this ring, so make sure you find him...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatsyourdreamengagementringquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Dream Engagement Ring?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are A Professional Girlfriend!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofgirlfriendareyouquiz/professional-girlfriend.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are the perfect girlfriend - big surprise!&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows you've had enough practice. That's why you're a total pro.&lt;br /&gt;If there was an Emily Post of girlfriends, it would be you.&lt;br /&gt;You know how to act in every situation ... to make both you and your guy happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Girlfriend Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Flirt Quotient&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howmuchofaflirtareyouquiz/flirt.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are 67% Flirt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Much of a Flirt Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Most Like Charlotte!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whichsexandthecityvixenareyouquiz/charlotte.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are the ultimate romantic idealist&lt;br /&gt;You've been hurt before, but that hasn't caused you to give up on love.&lt;br /&gt;If anything, your resolve to fall in love is stronger than ever.&lt;br /&gt;And it's this feminine optimism that men find most appealing about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romantic prediction: That guy you are seeing (or crushing on)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could be very serious - if you play your cards right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Which&lt;/a&gt; Sex and the City Vixen Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Reputation Is: Mean Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsyourreputationquiz/mean-girl.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You rule through teasing and intimidation..&lt;br /&gt;Yet, people would give the world to be your friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatsyourreputationquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Reputation?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #999999" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Boy Shorts Bikini!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofbikiniareyouquiz/boy-shorts-bikini.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're a sexy girl, but you don't have to let everything hang out to prove it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt; Kind of Bikini Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are Sneakers!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofshoeareyouquiz/sneakers.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're an active girl, who's all about function&lt;br /&gt;You dress for the occasion - comfort comes first&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect guy? Someone who can keep up with you.&lt;br /&gt;You'll find him - but you might have to slow down to see him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt; Kind of Shoe Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27521270-114714030474352044?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/114714030474352044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=114714030474352044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/114714030474352044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/114714030474352044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2006/05/when-boredom-strikes.html' title='* when boredom strikes *'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-114705198573299827</id><published>2006-05-07T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T19:01:52.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* in life, the only thing permanent is change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;for the past thirty minutes i have been trying to find some form of sadness within me just so i can write something "dramatic" but i have come to discover that i am simply too happy to find anything of that sort...and im glad. but one thing saddens me...this is all temporary. sooner or later i will be put down by terrible news and that's just scary because i am EXTREMELY happy right now and the gravity of sadness that would envelope me afterwards is usually equal to if not, greater than my happiness right now. *sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;" in life the only thing permanent is CHANGE... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;yes, unfortunately that is the truth. the problem is i am not too good on dealing with &lt;em&gt;change&lt;/em&gt;. i find it difficult to &lt;em&gt;let go&lt;/em&gt; of many things&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;here are some examples:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;1. i keep &lt;strong&gt;A LOT&lt;/strong&gt; of documents. i have a bunch of envelopes that store them. i have old test papers, school circulars, various printed material, etc. i just can't manage to throw them away. i keep on telling myself that someday i will need these and i will regret throwing them...so i don't throw them. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. i have a couple of &lt;strong&gt;gigantic memory boxes&lt;/strong&gt; that are &lt;strong&gt;super full&lt;/strong&gt;. i keep everything. i have tickets, receipts, cards, wrapping paper, ribbon, little notes, and a whole bunch of other stuff. why do i keep these things? well, sometimes when i feel the need to &lt;em&gt;reminisce &lt;/em&gt;i open these boxes to check out the things in them and i find myself quite&lt;br /&gt;entertained. most of these things bring good memories back while some summon the&lt;br /&gt;sad encounters of my past. good or bad i still check them and i try to remind myself of how i was back then. i enjoy this...a lot.. i can see the &lt;em&gt;evolution of me&lt;/em&gt;. it's amazing really. you &lt;em&gt;rediscover &lt;/em&gt;the circumstances that made you who you are today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. it's so hard for me to say &lt;strong&gt;goodbye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;those who are leaving. i get all emotional when i know that someone is leaving. even if they are just going on a vacation of some sort it saddens me quite a bit and if a person leaves and will never come back it destroys me. i&lt;br /&gt;get lost for quite some time. i cry..a lot. i begin to feel weak and incomplete. it's just so hard to let go of people you have made memories with. [e.g. DLSU summer camp, a couple of my friends leaving] it takes me months to recover. it is simply difficult for me to let go. i try to hold to these people but most of the time the circumstance just won't allow me to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know that by the end of this coming school year...i will have more documents stored, another memory box full, and bucket loads of tears for everyone i have to say goodbye to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27521270-114705198573299827?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/114705198573299827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=114705198573299827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/114705198573299827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/114705198573299827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-life-only-thing-permanent-is-change.html' title='* in life, the only thing permanent is change'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-114681013844848052</id><published>2006-05-04T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T23:22:18.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* first officiaL entRy *</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1508/2901/1600/SUMMER%202006.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1508/2901/320/SUMMER%202006.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love this year's summer vacation. :) i don't want it to end. i have met a lot of people and will probably meet more people once I start my review classes. i love love love it. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't want this  summer break to end because i am not looking forward to senior year.  it's just not exciting for me. it's actually saddening.  why? well, two of the best teachers i have ever had are no longer there.  T. Tina, the best history teacher in the whole world [no exaggeration], is leaving for Qatar and T. Kristin, a person who has taught us all to appreciate and love literature, is leaving too because she just feels it's time for her to move on. thank God T. Irene is staying. i like her. she's a good math teacher you just really need to listen to her. even if you don't take down notes you would be fine [although it is best to write the stuff she discusses down]. a lot of people are annoyed by her and they even think that she is an incompetent teacher but i beg to disagree. i have learned a lot from her and the lessons are easier to understand because of the way she presents them. but i can't get pissed at the people who don't like her because we are all different. we have different ways of comprehending things. oh...wait, another teacher is leaving...T. Tim. mai gawd. why? i don't know. i love T. Tim. he is such an awesome computer teacher. i get his discussions easily and he isn't boring. because of him i have learned to appreciate the power of computers [wow, how nerdy does that sound?]. oh, and T. Joy L. is left too. she's the best department head. she knows how to discipline us and she knows how let us have fun. she's &lt;em&gt;amazing&lt;/em&gt;. lastly, i will no longer be with &lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;class...romulo. it's just so depressing. i learned to love romulo. we just have an awesome time with each other. it was really the best class i have ever had. we completed each other. romulo was my support group. they were always there. this year we will be separated and i don't know how things are going to turn out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i will really miss T. Tina. the impact she has made in my life is difficult to put into words but i will try to do so. the first time i encountered her was freshman year. i thought of her as the prudish little fun sucker that would make my high school years unbearable. but once i stepped onto my sophomore year my view of her changed. [probably because i changed] i suddenly had this high respect for her. i looked forward to attending her AP classes and i took down everything she said. there were a few times that she  got pissed and she would do a long sermon but never did i have any negative feelings about her outbreaks of anger. somehow, i understood her and i paid attention to every single thing she said. junior was the best. she was our adviser and she advised us well. she made run for student council secretary and at first i didn't want to but in the end i loved her for giving me the push that i needed. our class tried real hard to not be a disappointment but we are teenagers and there were a few times that we pissed her off. she got mad, she talked...a lot, we listened and we understood. we loved her for talking to us in that way. she treated us in the way that we were supposed to be treated. i thank her for a million things but there are a few things that really stand out. she taught me [well, us] to love our country and to be proud that we are Filipinos. because of her i have strong opinions about nationalism and i deem those who are not proud of their motherland as stupid. she indirectly made me mature. she didn't tell me face-to-face that i had to grow up but i just felt like i needed to mature because of her. i wanted her to see the best of me at all times and i have no idea why but i guess that's a good this because i changed for the better. never will i forget her. she will always be one of the special people. now, she will go to another territory and i know that there will be other kids that will be moved by her. &lt;em&gt;thank you t. tina.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;last summer i predicted that my junior year would be terrible but it turned out to be one of the best years ever. this summer i am predicting a terrible year. i do hope that i will once again be proven wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27521270-114681013844848052?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/114681013844848052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=114681013844848052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/114681013844848052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/114681013844848052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2006/05/first-official-entry.html' title='* first officiaL entRy *'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27521270.post-114673899144754649</id><published>2006-05-04T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T19:09:55.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* summer lovin' *</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;hey. it's summer once again ang i've decided to make a brand new blog. my previous blog died. haha. anyhoo, i miss expressing my emotions through writing. i will "contruct" this blog because it looks like crap right now. haha. ok, ciao! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27521270-114673899144754649?l=myquerentia23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/feeds/114673899144754649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27521270&amp;postID=114673899144754649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/114673899144754649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27521270/posts/default/114673899144754649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquerentia23.blogspot.com/2006/05/summer-lovin.html' title='* summer lovin&apos; *'/><author><name>niKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16112486259376810581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
