<?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-8584360</id><updated>2011-09-29T06:49:02.935+08:00</updated><category term='christmas'/><category term='snow'/><category term='kids'/><title type='text'>addicted</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-7195845396570582979</id><published>2010-11-10T19:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T20:41:28.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>i haven't really returned to this site in a long time. but i keep coming back when i need to. now's the perfect time to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never thought it possible for me to like someone unexpectedly. he came at a time i never really thought was significant but in a matter of a few months he became the most important part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i put my heart on my sleeve but it wasn't enough. it's funny really, he isn't what people would expect that i'd go for, but at that time, i was willing to let go of everything i listed as my top 3 because he was the sweetest and nicest thing that ever happened to me. he reminded me a lot of my dad and that really got to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 months of happiness for 2010. not bad really. it's painful though for me now, coz i got attached and for the first time in my life, was honest. i told him how i felt and what did i get? that he wasn't feeling the same way. can someone just explain to me what happened between us? what's with all the texting, emailing, ym-ing? i never opened up to someone the same way i did to him. i thought things were going nicely, i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what happened but somewhere along the way i knew that my craziness could have severed, for the lack of a better term, it. or, possibly i was just an assuming little girl. i guess that's over now. i would never really know his reasons for doing the things he did and i for one ain't asking him about it. i'll surely miss his constant presence in my life but just like what someone dear to me pointed out, it's better you both decided to not go through with something not meant to be than force it to happen then get hurt later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've apologized for making his life crazy and for everything i did to him a lot of times today and i guess that's all i can do. if only i can take back time, i would. i'd rather not have met him and not hurt him than know him and get hurt in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, this is really the real world, huh? i guess at some point i know i have to grow up and experience these things. thank you for showing me my best and worst sides. if only i can tell you how much you've inspired me to be better and less bratty but that is something i won't tell you anymore lest you call me a drama queen yet again. it's too bad that you witnessed how crazy i can really get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, all i need is a week and then i can safely say i'll be better. my heart will heal coz it healed from much bigger pain. besides, christmas is just around the corner, who could stay sad during that season?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-7195845396570582979?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/7195845396570582979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=7195845396570582979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/7195845396570582979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/7195845396570582979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='=('/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-5940229625863660412</id><published>2010-02-22T14:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T14:17:09.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate you</title><content type='html'>i know that hate is such a strong word but because of you, i lost my friend. never again, will i ever talk to both of you. bagay kayo sa isa't isa kaya kayo nalang bahala sa buhay niyo. ikaw, kung kaya mo igive up ang friendship natin dahil sa kanya, go ahead. pero i promise you di na kita hahanap-hanapin at kakausapin pa. mukang masaya ka naman ata sa kanya at nagbubulag-bulagan sa katotohanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salamat lang at dinelete mo ko sa phone mo ha. alam mo naman na ginawa ko yan sa isang tao noong college pa tayo dahil sa inis ko sa kanya tapos ginawa mo rin sakin? at you have the gall to ask it from me again? no thanks! simula ngayon kanya kanya na tayo. never will i show myself again kapag alam kong darating kayo ng gf mong hilaw. feeling ko tuloy ginamit niyo lang ako at ang worthless ko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-5940229625863660412?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/5940229625863660412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=5940229625863660412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/5940229625863660412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/5940229625863660412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-hate-you.html' title='i hate you'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-8560840698659848560</id><published>2010-02-15T09:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:25:28.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new hearts year! ♥</title><content type='html'>ok ok someone's being corny here! but anyway, it is Feb 15. Valentine's Day and Chinese New Year were just celebrated yesterday! I really don't have much to talk about except that sooooo many things have happened and I can say I'm a different person that the one who wrote here years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned not to get too attach to people anymore because at some point they will let you down and that is much harder to bear. It takes a long time to make things as normal as they can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So moving on, grabe ang init init ng panahon dito sa Pilipinas! Para akong niluluto ng buhay! Ang malungkot pa dun, nakakahinayang maligo ng madaming beses kasi mababa na ang level ng tubig na nagbibigay ng kuryente sa bansa dahil sa El Nino! Kaya kung gusto ko maligo ng malimit, tabo at mabilisan lang ang mga shower para di sayang! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun lang, gusto ko lang mag-update! And yeah, dad's death anniversary passed already last Feb 5. Kay bilis lang talaga ng panahon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-8560840698659848560?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/8560840698659848560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=8560840698659848560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/8560840698659848560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/8560840698659848560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-new-hearts-year.html' title='happy new hearts year! ♥'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-1102561322633046962</id><published>2009-08-03T10:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T11:25:09.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more than a year</title><content type='html'>wow the last entry i had here was more than a year ago... a lot has happened since, 2008 was filled with mostly pain and memories that are better to be forgotten. but not for me, i have the memory of an elephant. rainwoman, my blockamtes used to call me, that's how my memory works. i remember dates especilaly, from bdays to death anniversaries, to sportsfest openings or to just about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this month, is the month i would rather forget most. for me august 2008 was the most excruciatingly painful of all. its been a year and i guess this is the most perfect time to let it out. i can never talk about this in person as my eyes tear up and since i'm not one for hysterics, i keep them all to myself, or in the comforts of my own room, where no one will ever have to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 is supposed to be my year. at the beginning, i told myself this year would be fun, very much different from last year. but its saddening that it is in this year that most deaths have occurred. deaths of people that mattered. from francis m, to michael jackson, to president cory aquino and the most important person of all, my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was august of 2008 when it all began. my parents were staying a lot in quezon back then because they were having our houses done there. august 1, 2008 was the last time i ever received a text message from my father. and the content may be mundane but till now it remains un-deleted. i had a flat tire that day. whenever i had a flat tire, it was he that i'd call. then he and our driver would come to me with the other car then i'll take the car with me and leave them fixing the one with the flat. that time it was different. since dad was in the province, it was the driver that i called and waited for. while waiting for the driver to arrive, i called my dad in quezon, i was teasing him that he should have been in manila to "save" me. we were joking around for 11 minutes till the driver arrived. then he gave me instructions thru text about the tires needing replacement. and that was that. those were the last text exchanges..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;august 5, 2008, my parents came back to manila because dad was complaining of constant headaches while in quezon. he had a series of checkups and all they ever found was mild stroke but that was it. or so we thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;august 10, 2008. it was a sunday. we just came from church and were on our way to shangrila when out of nowhere my father asked me "if there was one last gift i can give you, what would it be?" i never thought he really meant last, and knowing me, i jokingly replied, "a car." then he said, that type, so i said "SUV." he told me to research about the types i wanted ASAP. so i did. the top 3 were TUCSON, CR-V and RAV4. by august 14, my dad and driver have visited Hyundai to check out Tucson CRDi. by august 16, dad was already paying for the car. Buster arrived home August 20. from this time on, my dad was already complaining that he can't remember a lot of things.. he's starting to lose his short term memory and would sometimes talk stuff we can't understand. it was as if he was hallucinating things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;august 24 was the most painful day of all. it was a sunday and as usual after mass, we were going somewhere to eat for lunch. during that day's mass, my father was very different. he was very stiff and was having a hard time walking, so during the holy communion, we had to ask the priest to come to him instead. i knew back then, there was something terribly wrong coz he was superman, nothing ever made him weak. on our way to metrowalk, we were to eat at Misato, he said the most painful thing i can ever hear. i was his favorite, everyone knew that, so for him to say this, "sino ang nagdadrive? bakit hindi si peper?" my mom had to reassure him that it was indeed me, who was driving. i couldn't look at all and i was crying right then and there. i dropped them off in front of misato so that my dad need not walk far. then i parked. i didn't witness what happened by my mom told my that when they got there, my dad sat on the table instead of the chair and they had to insist he sit on the chair because he was adamant on staying on the table. he couldn't eat on his own and my mom had to spoonfeed him. i was just crying the whole time, i couldn't eat. and my mom kept on telling me "never ever be ashamed of your father. he's sick right now but we don't know yet with what."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i picked them up right in front of misato and went home. i went straight to my room to cry. there i called my kabarkada who was studying med and asked her if stroke could really cause those things.. i was looking for answers. i was with my officemate sa YM, telling her what happened when there were frantic knocks on my door. when i opened it, mom was there telling me we should bring my dad to the hospital, to polymedic, since i had a tito there who could oversee everything. our driver was in cebu at that time so the driving task was left to me. one hindrance? EDSA. the hospital was along edsa and back then i was terrified of it. i was calling my brothers but they weren't answering. i was a nervous wreck.. how could i bring my father to the hospital safely when i was scared. i didn't know what was wrong with him and i didn't know how to drive in edsa. finally my eldest brother called to ask why i called him and i told him we had to bring dad to the hospital. and before we did, dad actually had a lucid moment to tell us "never be scared. kelangan calm lang kami and everything would be alright" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of painful things happened while he was in the hospital. i'm not strong enough yet to tell the tale of everything. just thinking about it now, brings back all the pain i went through. every sunday i'd visit him there, all i did was talk about everything like i used to. the sad part was that he never replied to my stories.i never got to hear his voice again and back then i would have done anything to hear it. ever since august happened, and until he died february 5, 2009, i was in pain. he was there and yet i couldn't talk to him. i couldn't pull a prank on him like i used to. he was just always asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this time, very very few people knew. on the outside i appeared ok, cheerful and happy. they never really saw me break down. i couldn't talk as much as i wanted to, as much as i needed to let it all out. why? because talking about it made it real. because i got it from my dad. whenever he had problems, he didn't bother other people with because he didn't want to be a burden. i felt like that too. if i tell them what was happening to me, they'd just worry. kaya i'm eternally grateful to those who were there with me through and through because there were just days i couldn't hide it anymore. that the burden was too much to bear, and yet they were there to carry a part of that burden with me. all the people were shocked when my father died because they never even knew he was sick. he died of encephalitis, a viral disease of the brain. one of the smartest men who ever lived died because of a brain disease. it couldn't be more painful than that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makapal na kung makapal pero matalino ako and minana ko lahat yan sa tatay ko. siya nagturo sakin mahalin ang math at kung paano to padaliin. pareho naming ayaw ang science lalo na ang arts.. di kami creative. laging pinakapangit ang project ko kasi wala talagang hint of creativity. nalulungkot ako kasi sana hindi nalang ganito ang memory ko. sana gaya nalang ako ng iba na unless isulat, di na maalala. hanggang ngayon alam ko ang petsa. hanggang ngayon malinaw parin siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the deaths that have been occurring lately keep on reminding me of the pain i endured so when i watch all the proceedings, i can't help but cry with the people left behind because i was in their position too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always say i'm already okay, and yes i am. but there are those days i can't help wonder what would my dad do or say if he were here. i lost the most important man of my life and so i am still licensed to cry once in a while. it will never be completely the same. but we've learned to adjust and make do with the new routines we have started doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i end this painful tale. i hope my next update won't take more than a year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: forgive the typos and wrong grammar if ever there was one... i wrote from the heart and just kept on writing all that were coming out =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-1102561322633046962?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/1102561322633046962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=1102561322633046962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/1102561322633046962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/1102561322633046962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-than-year.html' title='more than a year'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-3119883841502490771</id><published>2008-02-16T01:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T19:08:32.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love lesson # 18743875274593</title><content type='html'>i guess its time for me to let it out. NEVER EVER LOVE A FRIEND! many people say that the best kind of love stems from friendship where love develops so beautifully and naturally. i guess that ain't applicable to me. i've &lt;s&gt;liked&lt;/s&gt; loved this friend of mine for so long that i don't know anymore when it actually started. at his every beck and call, i'm there for him. he seems sweet and he seems to pay more attention to me but there's nothing there. although you can't blame me if sometimes i think there's something there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what's harder, listening about his talks on love like who his crushes are or who he finds cute. but what's hardest is when he stresses the fact that he won't be able to like someone like me because i'm just not his type. i know i'll never be able to live up to his standards, being the exact opposite of what he wants. but that did not stop me because i thought love happens unexpectedly, that love surpasses the physical level. but i guess i'm wrong. even if my friends proved to me that who they currently love is an exception to their (physical) rule, i don't think it will ever apply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never ever love a friend because you will surely end up getting hurt. like i've been. since i'm just a friend to him, he doesn't treat me in the way i'd dream he'd do so. he's not even a gentleman! &lt;i&gt; ano ba naman ang hintayin muna akong mauna diba? baka sakali kasing may mangyari sakin pero wala na siya, singbilis ng alas singko.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are times that he came too close. thank god that when he asks about my lovelife, we are not talking face to face, lest i give myself away. i'm so tired already. tired of being confused, tired of waiting, tired of just being there, as his FRIEND. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;on this note, belated H a p p y  V a l e n t i n e' s everyone!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this will also be my last post in a long time. i'm going on a hiatus. this is as true as i can ever be. letting the world know that i love my friend is an achievement for me coz i ALWAYS hide my true feelings, only really trusted friends know who he is. but i guess if i want to leave a message to the world, it would be this, NEVER LOVE A FRIEND UNLESS YOU'RE WILLING TO GET HURT IN THE PROCESS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall leave the blogging world for a while and i shall leave it with a message for him "&lt;i&gt; nakakatawang isipin na ikaw ang kasagutan sa iyong mga katanungan ngunit hindi mo ito nalalaman &lt;/i&gt;" (",)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/CR95IHvjg3/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/CR95IHvjg3/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&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/8584360-3119883841502490771?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/3119883841502490771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/3119883841502490771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-lesson-18743875274593.html' title='love lesson # 18743875274593'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-8660744760216014537</id><published>2008-02-11T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T23:30:30.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stalking</title><content type='html'>haha! can i just share that my Re-yes friends are being stalked and a lot of the searchers have ended up on my blog just because their names were entered either on google or yahoo... kaya cri-sel-da at hu-bert, this is all i've got to say "UYYYY" =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the search words used were "cri-sel-da re-yes" and "hu-bert re-yes friend-ster" respectively. i placed hyphens in between syllables so that when the names are entered in search engines, they won't end up in my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find this really amusing =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-8660744760216014537?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/8660744760216014537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=8660744760216014537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/8660744760216014537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/8660744760216014537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2008/02/stalking.html' title='stalking'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-1727182855661783835</id><published>2008-01-20T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T23:11:41.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>simply adorable</title><content type='html'>my first post for the year! yey! hehe! well a lot of things have happened in a span of 3 weeks but all i can say is finally i can breathe and i can be myself again. no more need to pretend. i will leave it at that for there are things better left unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for the subject of my post, one of my all time fave shows is finally being aired again and no matter if i have to leave my laptop on again for more than 10 hours just so i can download the episodes, its worth it! hot people once more! *drool* plus this kid, nathan and haley's son, is simply so cute and adorable! i wanna pinch him! must watch episodes to understand. here's a preview though... enjoy! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0QAwWA22pM0&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0QAwWA22pM0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/8584360-1727182855661783835?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/1727182855661783835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=1727182855661783835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/1727182855661783835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/1727182855661783835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2008/01/simply-adorable.html' title='simply adorable'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-3122559316519331661</id><published>2007-12-31T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T17:43:45.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Akemashite Omedetou</title><content type='html'>1. What did you do in 2007 that you'd never done before?&lt;br /&gt;- played a sport and actually loved it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;br /&gt;- stopped making lists when i realized i couldn't follow them anyway... i just have a  few beliefs that i will hopefully stick with : a) no to temptations! b) never assume c) take everything as is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;br /&gt;- my best friend's sister in law last august and my cousin wendy last dec 23.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die?&lt;br /&gt;- an uncle pero he's not really close naman.. shocked lang ako coz he's just 47..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What countries did you visit?&lt;br /&gt;- canada with a stopover in HK! it was for my cousin's wedding! grabe that was in july pa.. bilis ng panahon.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2008 that you lacked in 2007?&lt;br /&gt;- erm, this one's hard ha... i would guess confidence in myself and what i have to offer :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What date from 2007 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;br /&gt;- nothing in particular struck me the most but i can say a lot of fun and memorable events happened to me this year that i'll forever remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;br /&gt;- travel on my own! and a 24 hour trip at that! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your biggest failure?&lt;br /&gt;- removing my jealous streak.. hahaha! and being impatient and pagtatanim ng sama ng loob..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;br /&gt;- well i got a severe stomach ache while in amanpulo! super sakit niya and sa sobrang namimilipit ako sa pain, gumugulong lang ako sa kama ng parents ko! acidic attack at its worst, plus expensive doctor's fee to boot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;- hmmm my pink cellphone! plus my gameboard investment: cranium! mahal pero sulit naman ata :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Whose behavior merited celebration?&lt;br /&gt;- my friends! this year was when i found out who the true ones really were and whom i'll value till the end of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Whose behaviour appalled you and made you depressed?&lt;br /&gt;- ahahahahhaa! isang tao, well actually 3 pala ang talagang kinainisan ko this year! and i don't think magiging ok pa ko talaga with them =) (not a loss, really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Where did most of your money go?&lt;br /&gt;- shopping sprees! birthday celebrations! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;br /&gt;- my canada trip! and my bora trip with HS friends! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2007?&lt;br /&gt;- "It Doesn't Get Better than this" and Ne-yo's "Because of You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;br /&gt;i. happier or sadder? --&gt; happier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii. thinner or fatter? --&gt; way fatter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iii. richer or poorer? --&gt; poorer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you wish you'd done more of?&lt;br /&gt;- more honesty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you wish you'd done less of?&lt;br /&gt;- less tantrums pero unavoidable eh :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How will you be spending Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;- with family and friends &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Did you fall in love in 2007?&lt;br /&gt;- yes.. hahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. How many one-night stands?&lt;br /&gt;- none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What was your favourite TV program?&lt;br /&gt;- PBB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?&lt;br /&gt;- hate is such a strong word... pero meron akong ok naman last year pero ayaw na ngayon.. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What was the best book you read?&lt;br /&gt;- i can't remember.. hehe! hindi naman ata worth mentioning kasi :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;br /&gt;- anything musical that i've learned, most likely from kris yun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What did you want and get?&lt;br /&gt;- a closer friendship with my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What did you want and not get?&lt;br /&gt;- better left unsaid and forgotten in 2007... although deep down its impossible to do so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Favorite film of this year?&lt;br /&gt;- transformers and stardust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;br /&gt;- i felt festive this year and treated a lot of my friends... not only was i able to catch up with old friends, i was able to try out new restos as well... i turned 24.. a year shy of quarterlife crisis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;br /&gt;- if things were clearer (diba maan we were discussing this? hahaha! ang gulo kasi eh! sayang sa oras, effort at panahon ko :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2007?&lt;br /&gt;- malandi! hahahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What kept you sane?&lt;br /&gt;- friends especially my closest friends in HS, college and work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;br /&gt;- my mind is currently blank &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What political issue stirred you the most?&lt;br /&gt;- hmmmm... sobrang olats ako sa ganyan... i don't read newspapers kasi eh.. oops..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Who did you miss?&lt;br /&gt;- my other college friends... soobrang tagal ko na kasing hindi nakikita or nakakakwentuhan ng matagal eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Who was the best new person you met?&lt;br /&gt;- siguro si ryan kasi first time ko palang nakilala, magaan na loob ko eh... mabait at nakakatawa kasi =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2007.&lt;br /&gt;- never love fully, leave some for yourself... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.&lt;br /&gt;"it doesn't get better than this. i've waited all my life, just to feel like this..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that 2007 served as a lesson and a learning experience for all of us as we usher the new year! God bless everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color ="blue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-3122559316519331661?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/3122559316519331661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=3122559316519331661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/3122559316519331661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/3122559316519331661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2007/12/akemashite-omedetou.html' title='Akemashite Omedetou'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-8565835463349032993</id><published>2007-12-24T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T12:07:05.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Happy Holidays</title><content type='html'>Christmas is for the &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;font color ="green"&gt;KIDS&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/multv.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="320" height="240" FLASHVARS="first_video_id=peperoo:video:19&amp;base_uri=multiply.com&amp;is_owned=1" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;font color="green"&gt;KIDS AT &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;HEART&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;! hehehehe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the way it should be for all of us! Let's all find joy in the little things in our lives. We may not get all that we want, but there are still things that can make us happy, and that is the company of our family and friends! It pays to be just crazy sometimes! =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-8565835463349032993?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/8565835463349032993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=8565835463349032993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/8565835463349032993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/8565835463349032993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-2525771948702643485</id><published>2007-12-23T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T01:23:07.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>perceptions</title><content type='html'>its amazing how each person has his/her own perception on things. one person may be thinking a certain way when the other is the opposite, and this is about the same situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a group of people may have the same perception on some people and yet the people involved perceive things differently. a perfect example would be a friendship between a guy and a girl. its funny how observers would conclude from certain actions that there's something going on between these two people when in fact these two people can just really be friends who are comfortable being together. i've always come across this line , "feeling ko magiging kayo talaga someday. may chemistry kasi kayo." or "may something sa kanila. ibang klase sila kumilos eh. ang sweet." how can you tell anyway? when in fact it really is just an innocent friendship that these 2 people have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what hurts in this kind of situation is when one of the two people involved perceives their friendship as something more, when in fact it really is purely platonic on the other's side. its really hard to make guesses on what the other is thinking. and no matter what kind of advice or opinion you ask from friends and family, they can never be of help really, coz everyone has different perceptions on things. it doesn't matter if friends niyo na or kabarkada niyo na mismo ang nagsasabi na magiging kayo dahil may napapansin silang iba, kasi in the end, nasa inyo parin ang katotohanan. kayo lang makakapagsabi kung ano talaga ang meron sa inyo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm writing this at 1am because i just got home from a mini-reunion with my college blockmates and my best friend and i were talking about this on the drive home. oh diba, serious topic daw! hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-2525771948702643485?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/2525771948702643485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=2525771948702643485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/2525771948702643485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/2525771948702643485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2007/12/perceptions.html' title='perceptions'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-7865655086513201020</id><published>2007-12-02T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T18:38:47.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dead tired BUT merry</title><content type='html'>my body hasn't recovered yet from the battering it got this 3 day weekend. but all is well, for my body may be tired but my spirit is merry. wow my spirit is all christmas-y already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, last friday my co-baddicts/nihaoman/sz friends and i met up at around 1030 am for our holiday-badminton ritual. this ritual includes eating lunch together and watching gossip girl episodes while we rest after eating. then games would again resume after the show and would end at 6pm. normally after a game, we would head on home and rest. but this time, things were different. blame it perhaps on our newly-received 13th month pay plus trick's invite to eat out, that we ate dinner instead of going home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we spent a good 2 - 3 hours at hotrocks just eating, exchanging stories and laughing. although some of us had our heads resting on whatever they could lean on, people still craved for dessert and since starbucks is the default after dinner place-to-be, we decided to head there. thinking that the metrowalk and silver city branches would be crowded, we chose to go to the clubhouse at corinthians (yes, my favorite place). the weather at night is very cold already signalling that christmas is really here and because of this, trick and i decided to drive to corinthians sans windows and aircon! Sarap! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with desserts and drinks at hand, we decided to eat outside and enjoy the cool breeze of december (insert jose mari chan's song here! haha!). patrick is indeed a one-man show. we "met" some of his friends namely: the destroyer, the devil himself, the killjoy and his brother, the warfreak to name a few. we literally had stiff necks from staring at trick the whole time. later that night, the stories shifted from funny antics and anecdotes to horror stories. i was so scared that by the time we went home at 1am, vivid images of multos are embedded in my mind. i wasn't able to sleep well after. i had around 3-4 hours of sleep only and with little rest, i started another long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i picked up my best friend after lunch and we headed to Tiendesitas for some Christmas shopping. we were able to buy a few gifts for others but we ended up buying more gifts for ourselves! haha! after finishing up in Tiendesitas, we went to Megamall afterwards for those gifts that can only be bought in malls. as usual, i ended up buying a lot of stuff for myself. haha! but nevertheless, i was able to finish shopping for my sz friends and inaanaks! the rest of the haul would be bought in the days to come.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwards, i went with my best friend and her family to hear mass at Christ the King in Green Meadows. it was my first time to hear mass there but i was so tired that my head kept falling and during the times my eyes were open, my mind was wandering elsewehere. my day didn't end there. i went and ate dinner at omakase with the Badillo family. i swear i'm their &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; daughter/sister. thanks tita zeny for dinner! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got home at around 10pm but for some weird reason, i didn't want to sleep. instead, i ended up sorting out the stuff i bought. i also decided to choose my stuff that i can donate to the CIA charity of choice. i also tried out the new outfit i bought for the sz christmas party! this has got to be the 4th outfit of choice but i think i'm sticking with it. i'm so excited! i got to sleep around 1am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't have any activity today. i just watched my mommy unpack. mom and dad are home! and i got a lot of pasalubongs! yey! hahaha! thank god mom is a shopaholic talaga coz i got great stuff! some stuff i could use as accessories for the sz christmas party. heehee! can't wait! so now i'm praying that i'll be able to sleep well tonight (hopefully no more remnants of the horror stories of the other night) so that my body could at least muster enough energy for another week ahead. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-7865655086513201020?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/7865655086513201020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=7865655086513201020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/7865655086513201020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/7865655086513201020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2007/12/dead-tired-but-merry.html' title='dead tired BUT merry'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-5366965065908338026</id><published>2007-11-28T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T18:41:18.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>halu-halo</title><content type='html'>I. first and foremost, can i just share that i had a wonderful evening. melbs and i went to wrapture, a spa near her place, to have our well-deserved massage! ahhh bliss. she had her aromatherapy thing while i had may hand, foot and leg aromatherapy. wow i was snoozing off at the lazy boy-like chair! saraap! then we headed to her house for some chikahan session. she was landmark-ing me! hmmm, i'm now seriously considering it. i'm just going to check out my sked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II. Is it possible to like someone you just met? Not really met for the first time, but more of really hang out with for the first time. Funny, coz I shared this insight with friends of mine who know the guy as well and they agree with me. Its not hard to like this guy. Waah this can't happen. Not allowable at all. How will I kill this little crush? If he were only taller, fairer and older, my goodness, he'll be perfect! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about him is that he did not have to take care of me but he did! He's the type of person that would make you feel safe. I know I did. Even if my best friend was not there because she was at home resting at that time, I never felt OP because he made sure I didn't feel that way. Heehee! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III. Ok survey time! Keep in mind I answered this earlier, while I was at work kaya some answers are based from the events earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What do think is the reason why people lie?&lt;br /&gt;- coz the truth hurts and sometimes people don't want to be vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 . Have u ever said, u'll never love again?&lt;br /&gt;- hmmm i'm not sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Is there anything bothering u right now?&lt;br /&gt;- wala naman.. inaantok lang tlga ako ngayon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Is there something you wanna let go of?&lt;br /&gt;- insecurities and jealousy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do the old songs u had in ur past really remind u of the memories?&lt;br /&gt;- haay sobra... i associate songs kasi with events and people eh so when i hear specific songs, memories do come back =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How important is "trust"?&lt;br /&gt;- very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do u believe in soulmates?&lt;br /&gt;- yep but i do not think that it should be of the opposite sex coz i have friends that i consider my soulmate/soulsistah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. How do u learn to forget?&lt;br /&gt;- honestly, i don't forget eh... i remember a lot of things, esp. the dates they happened =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 . Is crying a sign of weakness?&lt;br /&gt;- nope... its a sign of vulnerability pero never weakness &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Why do u answer surveys?&lt;br /&gt;- coz i'm bored &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do u always regret?&lt;br /&gt;- i've had my fair share of regrets =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Why is ur current ringtone, ur ringtone?&lt;br /&gt;- like the song eh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do u believe that absence makes the heart grow fonder?&lt;br /&gt;- hmmm, yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do u believe that u have a guardian angel?&lt;br /&gt;- yes... my guardian angel has saved me a couple of times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do u find ur ex's new gf/bf good looking?&lt;br /&gt;- haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What will u do if u'r stuck in the elevator with someone u don't like?&lt;br /&gt;- deadma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 . Have u ever wanted someone but u cant have him/her?&lt;br /&gt;- all the time.. or maybe because i never tried to tell them how i felt (yehess dalagang pilipina effect) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Have u ever said 'i love u' but u lied?&lt;br /&gt;- nope.. i only say i love you to someone when i mean it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 . Would u ever want to go back in the past?&lt;br /&gt;- yep.. there are things i want to relive again =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do u really wanna please everybody?&lt;br /&gt;- oo pero its impossible eh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Is waiting ever okay?&lt;br /&gt;- noooo. trust me.. sobrang hard to wait.. (yehess may deeper meaning?! =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Right now, where do u wanna be?&lt;br /&gt;- anywhere but here.. preferably sa beach with my friends kung san magchichikahan at magtatawanan lang kami from sunup to sundown..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. When is enough, enough?&lt;br /&gt;- when you've had enough =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 . What are you so sick and tired of?&lt;br /&gt;- being taken for granted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 . What made u smile today?&lt;br /&gt;- ma. criselda reyes.. sobrang never ceases to make me smile!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Is looking good important?&lt;br /&gt;- at some point, yes pero according to landmark forum, not as (hahaha!) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do u listen to love songs when ur down? &lt;br /&gt;- noon pero now i don't na.. kasi lalo lang ako nagiging down =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Who knows the real you?&lt;br /&gt;** real friends who take the time out to get to know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When was the last time you went out?&lt;br /&gt;** last night to some intro sa isang forum in makati.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you could kiss anyone who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;** secret na malupit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What song are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;** All I Want is You this Christmas by NSync&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What does it remind you of?&lt;br /&gt;** the person i want to spend Christmas with.. shet cheesy na naman! grrr! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;** Sa sinehan its One More Chance with Patch, Melbs and Melbs officemate, Paul ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Which of your friends live closest to you?&lt;br /&gt;** When Redge was still here, he lives a few streets away and i would always hitch a ride with him pero college friends yan.. Pag childhood busmates, si Lara, she lives sa street behind ours... pag HS barkada, si Tins! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What CD is in your stereo?&lt;br /&gt;** stereo sa car? 6 cds although puro compilation naman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you drive?&lt;br /&gt;** yep! pero dahil kelangan.. if you know me, i really don't like driving much =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 0. What did you do yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;** work, dinner, landmark forum &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 1. Do you wear contacts or glasses?&lt;br /&gt;** i used to wear glasses.. pero tamad na ko eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 2. What's your Dad's middle name?&lt;br /&gt;** Tibayan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you trust your friends?&lt;br /&gt;** oo namn! with my life pa =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who was the last person to call you?&lt;br /&gt;** sa cellphone, si hubert pinapapunta ko sa front steps ng lopez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What annoys you?&lt;br /&gt;** insensitivity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Would you move to another state/cou ntry to be with the one you love?&lt;br /&gt;** yep.. i'll go anywhere for you ang dating =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 . Next vacation you're going on?&lt;br /&gt;** hmmm hopefully Tagaytay (ehem maan, ayusin na ito! kulitin na si dada sa house nila) And Hong Kong (well sina mom na bahala dito) ang Bangkok (yes maan ikaw ulit to =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 . Do you play any instruments?&lt;br /&gt;** yes! the triangle! haha! kidding! piano =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you believe that everything happens for a reason?&lt;br /&gt;** yeah, but sometimes i think life's just playin with us! - i agree with the answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you want multiple piercing?&lt;br /&gt;** not really! matatakutin ako sa needles ang pins pero i want something new eh so i might.. abangan nalang ang butas sa katawan ko kung nadadagdagan =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 . Last time you went to the mall?&lt;br /&gt;** Last Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 . What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;** kirei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Which of your friends would make the best roommate?&lt;br /&gt;** barkada siyempre! hahahah! they will end up fixing the room pa... mga OC! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do people spell your name wrongly?&lt;br /&gt;** oh yes! instead of Peper nagiging Pepper! pero malala pati jennifer nagiging jeniffer! ano ba! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What's the last compliment you received?&lt;br /&gt;** ang sarap mo i-hug! wala kang kalaman-laman peps! (i love you jen! hahaha! =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01.Ano huling kinain mo?&lt;br /&gt;* kirei &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02.Si no huling katext mo kagabi?&lt;br /&gt;* si cha, naiwan daw nya ang sbux card eh nasa sbux siya =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Ano sabi nya?&lt;br /&gt;* refer to previous number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Ano oras ka nagising kanina?&lt;br /&gt;* 605am &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. Ano iniisip mo ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;* gusto kong matulog na pero hindi pa pwede&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. Ano gusto mo gawin?&lt;br /&gt;* maglakad sa ilalim ng meco lights.. siyempre may kasama noh! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Happy o sad?&lt;br /&gt;* somewhere-in-between pero more on happy naman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. Missing anyone? Sino?&lt;br /&gt;* mom and dad.. nasa US pa sila eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. Huling taong nkausap mo? anu sbi mo?&lt;br /&gt;* cha.. "ano ba..." hahahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Craving for something?&lt;br /&gt;* not really... no appetite eh =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Globe o smart?&lt;br /&gt;* globe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Last gift na natanggap mo?&lt;br /&gt;* material ba? if ever oo, yung SB tumbler...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Sino nag bigay?&lt;br /&gt;* maan, lara, dada =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 5. Saan mo gusto pumunta ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;* sa bora kasama ng mga kaibigan ko.. masaya kasi silang kasama... bago pa kaming mabawasan muli =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.An o lakad mo tom?&lt;br /&gt;* hmmmm hindi ko pa alam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 . Nasan ka ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;* office (heehee!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Nalasing ka na ba?&lt;br /&gt;* oo naman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Last song na narinig mo?&lt;br /&gt;* bedshaped by keane (pero para kay kris bedpan =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Antukin ka b?&lt;br /&gt;* hmmm masarap lang matulog for me pero not really narcoleptic level&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Moody ka?&lt;br /&gt;* SOOOOBRA! hahahhaha! its in the face kaya parati.. ika nga ng mga kaibigan ko, "may sariling buhay ang kilay mo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Mahilig ka ba manood ng tv?&lt;br /&gt;* dati oo sobra.. pero lately nanonood lang ako pag gusto ko show eh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 4 . Nagmahal ka na ba ng sobra to the extent na siya na gusto mo pakasalan?&lt;br /&gt;* not yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Baby boy o baby giRL?&lt;br /&gt;* for a first born? boy. gusto ko kasi may kuya eh.. masaya! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.Anu mas gusto mo, may katabi matulog o wala?&lt;br /&gt;* meron.. mahilig ako yumakap eh.. unan, si eeyore, this blue hippo na wala parin name, kumot basta kelangan may niyayapos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 8. San ka madalas tumambay sa mall?&lt;br /&gt;* mahilig ako magtagal sa bookstores and coffee shops para lang sa chikahan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 9 . Ano importante bibilhin mo this week?&lt;br /&gt;* xmas gifts... materials ng wreath...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Ano gagawin mo after nito?&lt;br /&gt;* daydream, think, daydream, choose... haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAME 7 THINGS THAT MUST ALWAYS BE IN&lt;br /&gt;YOUR BAG&lt;br /&gt;1. cellphone&lt;br /&gt;2. ipod&lt;br /&gt;3. wallet&lt;br /&gt;4. *bulong*&lt;br /&gt;5. umbrella&lt;br /&gt;6. ballpen&lt;br /&gt;7. keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 3 things you do when you're&lt;br /&gt;really stressed:&lt;br /&gt;1. eat&lt;br /&gt;2. rant/blog&lt;br /&gt;3. sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 5 favorite fruits:&lt;br /&gt;1. mango&lt;br /&gt;2. banana&lt;br /&gt;3. starapple&lt;br /&gt;4. peach&lt;br /&gt;5. strawberry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 3 things you are wearing right now:&lt;br /&gt;1. yellow kamiseta polo&lt;br /&gt;2. brown pants&lt;br /&gt;3. brown chanel shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you thinking about right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Can I really shell out 21K? haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your phone?&lt;br /&gt;- which phone? cell? katabi ko =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you sleep?&lt;br /&gt;- my own bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you get the shirt you're wearing&lt;br /&gt;- bili ni mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;- kirei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of cell phone service do you have?&lt;br /&gt;- globe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the closest item near you that is white?&lt;br /&gt;- my bag &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;- sa sine one more chance. sa dvd step up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did you last feel a tree with your bare hands?&lt;br /&gt;- hmmm i wonder kung nasubukan ko na nga ba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::: : :THE STRANGE ELEVEN::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleven odd facts about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you photo addict?&lt;br /&gt;- certified camwhore! haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What were you doing this morning at 8am?&lt;br /&gt;- pumuntang CR para mag-ayos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you care for your friendster?&lt;br /&gt;- what do u mean care? haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How many different beverages have you drunk since yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;- 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What are three things you wish to change about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;a) insecurities&lt;br /&gt;b) tummy area&lt;br /&gt;c) moodiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you wish for?&lt;br /&gt;- haay si ano... hahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When was the last time you got really hurt?&lt;br /&gt;- physically o emotionally? hahah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Any plans for tonight?&lt;br /&gt;- hindi pa sure if tuloy ang SB sa corinthians clubhouse (grabe may i add na fave ko na place yun... may privacy.. sarap mag-usap, diba cha?) =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Something you are excited about?&lt;br /&gt;- dec 15.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 . What is your favorite flavor of ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;- vanilla.. walang kaarte-arte &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Describe your keychains?&lt;br /&gt;- shet madami ako niyan.. i collect eh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you know anyone in prison?&lt;br /&gt;- nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If so, who?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Party girl/boy or Home girl/boy?&lt;br /&gt;- home girl &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever gotten naked at a party?!&lt;br /&gt;- no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Name someone you miss.&lt;br /&gt;- mom and dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you named after a grandparent?&lt;br /&gt;- nope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who loves you?&lt;br /&gt;- my family and friends malamang... at si kris, love na love ako niyan eh =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Have you ever broken a rib?&lt;br /&gt;- hindi pa naman at hindi na sana &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Would you rather be somewhere right now?&lt;br /&gt;- oo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who is the most spoiled person you kn0w!?&lt;br /&gt;- me?! hahahah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 what is your 2nd name?&lt;br /&gt;- Jennifer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02 what is your hair color ?&lt;br /&gt;- black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03 where do you study ?&lt;br /&gt;- not studying anymore pero nursery sa obmc, then kinder to 4th year sa AA, then college as ateneo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04 how yOung are you?^_^&lt;br /&gt;- 24 pero i look 16 =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05 where could you be seen?&lt;br /&gt;- pakalat-kalat lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06 are you angry at anyone? ~&lt;br /&gt;- ngayon? wala naman.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07 who was the last one who called you ?&lt;br /&gt;- sa cellphone, si hubert pinapapunta ko sa front steps ng lopez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08 who is the last one who messaged you?&lt;br /&gt;- si cha ang latest laman ng inbox ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09 who was the last one who added you here?&lt;br /&gt;- hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 who was the last person who hurt you verbally?&lt;br /&gt;- hahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 how many people are in your friendster list?&lt;br /&gt;- 392 ata.. haha! not sure eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 do you talk with people you don't know?&lt;br /&gt;- depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 do you love shopping?&lt;br /&gt;- i do pero my wallet doesn't! =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 what is your favourite color ?&lt;br /&gt;- pink white blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 do you miss anyone?&lt;br /&gt;- yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 who do you like to meet?&lt;br /&gt;- haha! artista eh =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 do you buy CDs of your favorite band/art ist?&lt;br /&gt;- nope.. puro DL nalang ako eh.. oops.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 when was the last time you drank any alcoholic drink?&lt;br /&gt;- sa bora pa ata... haha! nov 1-4 yun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 what was that alcoholic drink?&lt;br /&gt;- can't remember eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 how many messages do you have in your inbox in friendster?&lt;br /&gt;- no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 where was the last time you drank coffee?&lt;br /&gt;- starbux pero hindi coffee coz i'm not a coffee drinker eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 have you entered a bar?&lt;br /&gt;- yep.. sa US nga lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 where was the last place you went before answering this?&lt;br /&gt;- sa CR sa office? haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 go for what?&lt;br /&gt;- cutting my hair really short! and getting my ears pierced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 how many fingers do you have?&lt;br /&gt;- 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 do you have people who add you up and dont mind talking to you?&lt;br /&gt;- hindi ko gets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 do people message you to add them up?&lt;br /&gt;~ :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 what was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;~ kirei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 what the last thing you drank?&lt;br /&gt;~ water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 what song are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;~ ngayon only hope by switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 last person you added in your adress book?&lt;br /&gt;~ address book saan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32 what do you feel when people compliment you?&lt;br /&gt;~ flattered pero parang hindi naniniwala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33 do you think kids like you?&lt;br /&gt;~ i think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34 do you chat with foreigners?&lt;br /&gt;~ haha! the one i met sa US east coast tour i took tapos when i went to hawaii , we went out.. haha! pero noon pa yun.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35 do you still chat with them?&lt;br /&gt;~ no na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36 last person who you shared stuff with?&lt;br /&gt;~ stuff as in gamit? wala bunso ako eh tapos only girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37 is there anyone you want to say mean things?&lt;br /&gt;~ oh yeah! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38 where are they?&lt;br /&gt;~ nasa paligid lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39 are you having fun today?&lt;br /&gt;~ not really....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 do you have any projects to submit?&lt;br /&gt;~ nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41 have you done it?&lt;br /&gt;~ nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42 what is it about anyway?&lt;br /&gt;~ wala tlga eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43 have you ever admired someone eversince and you're still admiring that person?&lt;br /&gt;~ of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44 do you love your school?&lt;br /&gt;~ yep yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45 why?&lt;br /&gt;~ all my schools helped me realize who i really am (naks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46 when was the last time you felt sick?&lt;br /&gt;~ days ago.. either thursday or friday last week eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47 what were you feeling?&lt;br /&gt;~ sore throat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48 do you think you are attractive?&lt;br /&gt;~ depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49 do you have a crush?&lt;br /&gt;~ of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 what will you do after answering this?&lt;br /&gt;- look for more =P (specifically, ask kris to look for more =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.LONGEST RELATIONSHIP?&lt;br /&gt;_errr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.LAST GIFT YOU RECEIVED?&lt;br /&gt;_sbux tumbler from STUV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 .EVER DROPPED A CELL PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;_a lot of times na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. THING(S) YOU SPEND A LOT OF MONEY ON?&lt;br /&gt;_food and clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.LAST FOOD YOU ATE?&lt;br /&gt;_beef and broccoli for lunch &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.ONE FAVORITE SONG?&lt;br /&gt;_lately its rule the world by take that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.WH ERE DO YOU LIVE?&lt;br /&gt;_pasig &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. LAST WEDDING YOU ATTENDED:&lt;br /&gt;_sa sister ni redge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. LAST TIME YOU SAW YOUR BEST FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;(s)?&lt;br /&gt;_last tuesday when we watched one more chance =P (edit: kanina lang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. WHERE' S YOUR FAVORITE PLACE TO EAT WITH FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;_i wanna try new places pero normally dapat may dessert kami after..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 . CAN YOU COOK?&lt;br /&gt;_haha. can't even boil water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. LAST TIME YOU CRIED?&lt;br /&gt;_last week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. LIKE MOST ABOUT YOURSELF?&lt;br /&gt;_kaladkarin! hahaha! kahit saan pwede isama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.HATE MOST ABOUT YOURSELF?&lt;br /&gt;_moody at masungit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.CAN YOU SING?&lt;br /&gt;_sabi ng iba.. ewan ko eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.DO YOU SMOKE?&lt;br /&gt;_no and never will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.PANCAKES OR FRENCH TOAST?&lt;br /&gt;_pwede both? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.DO YOU LIKE CoFFEE?&lt;br /&gt;_nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.LAST PERSON ON YOUR MISSED CALL LIST?&lt;br /&gt;_si dortz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 4.WHAT WAS THE LAST TEXT MESSAGE YOU RECEIVED?&lt;br /&gt;_globe advisory (kainis! paasa!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.CAN YOU PLAY POOL?&lt;br /&gt;_nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.CAN YOU SWIM?&lt;br /&gt;_nope (ang lame ko as in...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.FAVORITE ICE CREAM?&lt;br /&gt;_vanilla :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.WHAT TIME DID YOU WAKE UP THIS MORNING?&lt;br /&gt;_6:05 am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.WHAT ARE YOU DOING THIS WEEKEND?&lt;br /&gt;_badminton, xmas shopping and wait for my parents' arrival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.ARE YOU SMILING?&lt;br /&gt;_nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.DO YOU MISS SOMEONE RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;_yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH?&lt;br /&gt;_oo naman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. DO YOU HAVE A SISTER?&lt;br /&gt;_nope =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. ARE YOU IN LOVE?&lt;br /&gt;_ewan ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.D O YOU WISH YOU COULD SEE ANYONE PARTICULAR RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;_oh yes..soobra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.WHO ARE YOUR CLOSEST COUSINS NAME?&lt;br /&gt;_sue ellen, norman, paul and wendy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. WHAT WERE YOU DOING 10 MINUTES AGO?&lt;br /&gt;_brushing my teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. IF YOU WERE A COLOR, WHAT WOULD YOU&lt;br /&gt;BE?&lt;br /&gt;_pink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. IF YOU COULD GO ANYWHERE RIGHT NOW, WHERE?&lt;br /&gt;_anywhere basta kasama barkada ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. FOOD YOU'RE CRAVING FOR RIGHT THIS MINUTE?&lt;br /&gt;_no appetite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. NAME A PERSON WHO'S NAME STARTS&lt;br /&gt;WITH THE LETTER "J"?&lt;br /&gt;_JR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. WHERE'S THE BEST PLACE TO EAT ICE CREAM?&lt;br /&gt;_under the lights of meralco.. hahaha! shet cheesy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44 . WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU PUT IN YOUR GROCERY CART?&lt;br /&gt;_depende kung anong unang madaanan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. RADIO STATION YOU FREQUENTLY LISTEN TO?&lt;br /&gt;_RX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45 . WHERE DO YOU USUALLY HANG OUT?&lt;br /&gt;_house ng kabarkada or coffee shops... basta for me, masaya na ang kwentuhan.. i love talking and listening eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?&lt;br /&gt;_math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. IF YOU WERE TO CHANGE CAREERS, WHAT WOULD YOU WANT IT TO BE?&lt;br /&gt;_flight attendant.. daming napupuntahan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO TOMORROW?&lt;br /&gt;_no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. FAVORITE DAY?&lt;br /&gt;_friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. ARE YOU EASY TO GET ALONG WITH?&lt;br /&gt;_oo naman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. WHAT MOVIE DO YOU WANT TO SEE RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;_hmmm what's new ba? hindi ko alam eh =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE "SCARY MOVIE"?&lt;br /&gt;_not really into scary movies much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. WHO'S BIRTHDAY IS COMING UP?&lt;br /&gt;_hmmmm today ang birthday ng pinsan ko... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO SEA WORLD?&lt;br /&gt;_yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU GOT MAD AT?&lt;br /&gt;_wahahahahha! sikretong malupit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU WANT?&lt;br /&gt;_2-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. WHERE DO YOU USUALLY WATCH MOVIES?&lt;br /&gt;_galle/mega/shang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60 . NAME ONE PERSON WHICH STARTS&lt;br /&gt;WITH THE LETTER "M":&lt;br /&gt;_melba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61.TIRED OF WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;_of being invisible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62.FAVORITE THING THAT YOU HAVE NOW?&lt;br /&gt;_eeyore stuffed toy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. FAVORITE PLACE IN YOUR HOUSE?&lt;br /&gt;_my bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64.HAPPIEST HOUR OF YOUR DAY?&lt;br /&gt;_for some weird reason mga 10pm.. nag-uumpisa na kasi akong humiga tapos mag-iisip muna bago makatulog tlga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. LAST TIME YOU HAVE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;_ay siyempre hindi na wholesome! (kris, san mo to nakuha?! =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. WHAT YOUR FAVORITE TO DO WHEN YOU&lt;br /&gt;ARE ALONE AT NIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;_daydream. sleep. or magtelebabad pag nasa mood mangulit ng tao..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to kris for looking for these. hugs! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-5366965065908338026?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/5366965065908338026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=5366965065908338026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/5366965065908338026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/5366965065908338026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2007/11/halu-halo.html' title='halu-halo'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-2749647100508189759</id><published>2007-11-22T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T19:41:34.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>may pakiramdam din ako</title><content type='html'>tao din ako. babae nga ako eh. minsan lang siguro nakakalimutan na may pakiramdam din ako, na hindi ako isang lalaking kabarkada niyo. hindi lahat ng biro ay nakakatuwa. may mga aspeto na sobra na. dapat nga sanay na ko ngayon eh. araw-araw ba naman. ok lang naman lahat yun, natatawa nga ako parati at nakikisakay. pero hindi naman ako makapal. o yun ba ang nasa isip niyong lahat? na makapal ang mukha ko. masakit yun. ang sabihan kang makapal ang mukha mo kaya ikaw ang pinipili nilang gumawa ng isang bagay. mahiyain nga ako eh. hindi ko kaya humingi ng pabor sa tao dahil ayokong nakakaistorbo. laitin niyo na lahat sakin, wag lang ang pagkatao ko. kung kilala niyo talaga ko, mas gugustuhin ko pa na ako ang gumagawa ng pabor para sa inyo kesa ako ang humingi ng pabor mula sa inyo. kaya ang tawagin akong makapal. masakit siya talaga. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero ganito talaga ang buhay. kelangan matutong makisama at makibagay. malamang bukas kelangan ok na ko. ang nakakainis lang, kelangan kong maging ok kahit hindi kayo humingi ng paumanhin dahil tatawagin naman akong pikon pag nainis ako. kaya uubusin ko na lahat ng luha ngayon para bukas, ok na akong muli. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buti nalang at makikita ko ang mga kabarkada ko sa sabado. isang dahilan para manumbalik ang tunay na mga ngiti sa aking mukha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-2749647100508189759?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/2749647100508189759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=2749647100508189759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/2749647100508189759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/2749647100508189759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2007/11/may-pakiramdam-din-ako.html' title='may pakiramdam din ako'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-2673225178737991297</id><published>2007-11-18T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T13:31:59.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang pagtatapos</title><content type='html'>so this was how all of these ended. blame my you-tube marathon on patrick for playing the theme songs. add the fact that i have nothing to do and nowhere to go this weekend. for all of you who remember these shows but might not have had the chance of seeing the ending (like me), i'm sharing it now. this was way too long ago but it still stirs snippets of childhood memories. time to reminisce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shaider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yGoFJ9IMC2Q&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yGoFJ9IMC2Q&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3LcHgjZjqW4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3LcHgjZjqW4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KZw-HKy6bnM&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KZw-HKy6bnM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DcfhdUPQAsA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DcfhdUPQAsA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2KWD_FhdiQM&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2KWD_FhdiQM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-d09niuXM2o&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-d09niuXM2o&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jlfAqSJwrNM&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jlfAqSJwrNM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M3P4RZSCSIU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M3P4RZSCSIU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maskman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AoK2Cdj0BNI&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AoK2Cdj0BNI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CoZBOxAI6MM&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CoZBOxAI6MM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my childhood crush: masked rider black (kamen rider black in japan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C6SxkKCsMxM&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C6SxkKCsMxM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x2iT7y56YyI&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x2iT7y56YyI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zQS1aCZZtUc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zQS1aCZZtUc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/8584360-2673225178737991297?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/2673225178737991297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=2673225178737991297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/2673225178737991297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/2673225178737991297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2007/11/ang-pagtatapos.html' title='ang pagtatapos'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-4681420699967068771</id><published>2007-11-15T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T20:36:40.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's on your desktop?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src = "http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/desktop.jpg" width=320 height=240&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was tagged by &lt;a href ="http://maandabomb.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;maan&lt;/a&gt;, I'm going to do this. So my desktop wallpaper is that of my barkada! I really love this pic coz we were trying to do this telenovela poster pose! hahaha! See how wacky and kulit and babaw we really are. this was taken at dortz's house during her thanksgiving dinner/her mom's bday dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, my desktop icons are mostly games and entertainment! Walang work related because this is my laptop at home. If I were to use my work desktop, bland ang wallpaper tapos wala halos icons! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now tagging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nocturnal-abyss.com" target="new"&gt;Cel&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://crazycacaobean.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Davey&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ianblogblog.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Ian&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://trafalgar.livejournal.com" target="new"&gt;Ina&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://kelay.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Kelay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1.Upon receiving this tag, immediately perform a screen capture of your desktop. It is best that no icons be deleted before the screen capture so as to add to the element of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Post the picture in your blog. You can also give a short explanation on the look of your desktop just below it if you want. You can explain why you preferred such look or why is it full of Icons, things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Tag five of your friends and ask them to give you a Free View of their desktop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-4681420699967068771?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/4681420699967068771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=4681420699967068771' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/4681420699967068771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/4681420699967068771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2007/11/whats-on-your-desktop.html' title='What&apos;s on your desktop?'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-5728547708513787436</id><published>2007-11-11T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T09:18:42.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xoxo</title><content type='html'>my title would be familiar for those following the gossip girl tv series. call me mababaw but i'm really getting hooked on the show. its cute. the girls are really pretty and the guys are really hot. and the story's just so addicting. the lines may be cheesy at times but they do make me smile. haha! here's my fave clip and line so far, although the whole episode must be watched to be able to understand where the lines came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PnP7WIxMMio&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PnP7WIxMMio&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/8584360-5728547708513787436?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/5728547708513787436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=5728547708513787436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/5728547708513787436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/5728547708513787436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2007/11/xoxo.html' title='xoxo'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-3407286816568670950</id><published>2007-11-10T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T20:51:04.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm flying</title><content type='html'>if what peter pan said were true, that when you think of happy thoughts you can fly, i'd probably be anywhere in the world right now, or just hovering outside your window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing can compare to my recent boracay trip with my HS friends. its true what they say about friends you've grown with, and that is they are the ones who know you the most. i had the most relaxing fun time in bora. there weren't much people, we had the best accommodations and most importantly i had my friends with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being with HS friends is different because they have been there with you through the forming years. also, even if college and the real world has somehow changed me from who i was back then, they know that deep down inside, the person i was in hs is still who i am now. with them, i never needed to pretend. and also with them, i'm brave enough to try anything! kaya nga talagang super fun ang trip! plus, with them, i feel the genuine care, concern and love for each other kaya nga my parents didn't question the trip much for they know all of us! and the most important thing of all, with them i feel beautiful! sila yung super supportive na lagi akong sinasabihang maganda ako at wala na akong kelangan pang patunayan sa mundo! kung minsan iniisip ko nga na ok lang naman maging single kasi andiyan sila eh.. kinukumpleto na nila ang mundo ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's even more amazing? is that even though we have new sets of college and office barkadas and that we seldom see each other as we wanted to, wala parin  nagbabago. tila parang kahapon lang kami huling nagkita pag kami'y nagkakasama sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because of that trip, i was up in the clouds the whole week. its really a breather to be with them.. ibang klaseng high tlga! i know that we'll all be friends till we're lolas! daming chikahan, daming adventures, daming kwentuhan, daming tawanan. yan ang magiging buhay ko habang kapiling ko sila! happiness talaga! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One downer is Tina's absence sa bora! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/DSC06116.jpg" width=320 height=240 alt="" align="bottom"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/DSC06139.jpg" width=320 height=240 alt="" align="bottom"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/ADSC01856.jpg" width=320 height=240 alt="" align="bottom"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/DSC06166.jpg" width=320 height=240 alt="" align="bottom"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-3407286816568670950?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/3407286816568670950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=3407286816568670950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/3407286816568670950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/3407286816568670950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-flying.html' title='i&apos;m flying'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-6915360733032036807</id><published>2007-10-28T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T14:56:44.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My BirthMONTH</title><content type='html'>I celebrated my birthmonth with all the people i consider dear to me and I guess those who considered me a dear to them also for they made time for me. Too bad Cibo with my complete HS barkada did not push through but I will make up for them in Bora. I'll treat them there instead. I won't expound much because words cannot describe how much fun I had on my 24th bday celebrations! Good thing I divided the celebrations into many small ones rather than one big one. I had one big celebration last year but I wasn't able to spend as much time with everyone as I wanted to. I wasn't able to eat at all. This year was different. I heard all the latest chismis and stories. And best of all, I got to eat at different yummy restos! Here are pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Burgoo, Podium with my S3 girls : Oct. 9, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/CIMG4358.jpg" width=320 height=240 alt="" align="bottom"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Opus, Metrowalk with my nihaoman: Oct. 11, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/DSC05887.jpg" width=320 height=240 alt="" align="bottom"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Clawdaddy, EDSA Shang with friends: Oct. 18, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/DSC05905.jpg" width=320 height=240 alt="" align="bottom"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Omakase, Libis with STUV: Oct. 26, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/DSC05947.jpg" width=320 height=240 alt="" align="bottom"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've read the previous posts, you'll see my birthday wishlist and I'm happy to say that I've got all except for the Adidas Ateneo shirt or jacket! Good haul this year! I guess my family and friends really know me and took the time and effort to figure out what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/DSC05953.jpg" width=240 height=320 alt="" align="bottom"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'd like to thank my mom for my Topshop shades and 2 havaianas flipflops!&lt;br /&gt;2. I'd like to thank my best friend, Melbs, for my Zara "You'll be Mine" shirt!&lt;br /&gt;3. I'd like to thank my STUV (&lt;a href="http://maandabomb.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Maan&lt;/a&gt;, Lara and Dada) for my Starbucks tumbler!&lt;br /&gt;4. I'd like to thank my Music, Kris, for my very cute Eeyore stuffed toy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I'd like to thank everyone who remembered my bday. Thanks for the text messages, the YM messages, the Friendster greetings, the Facebook gifts and the Multiply comments! Another October and another year has come and gone. I may be older in age but I am younger at heart! Once again, thanks! (",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-6915360733032036807?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/6915360733032036807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=6915360733032036807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/6915360733032036807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/6915360733032036807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-birthmonth.html' title='My BirthMONTH'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-1483978972648453684</id><published>2007-10-24T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T22:32:40.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love love</title><content type='html'>all day long, only one song has been playing over and over and this is it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VW0HouUCZHg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VW0HouUCZHg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this movie so much. i felt like a child once more. there was comedy, there was fantasy, there was romance! the perfect fairytale! kris was telling me, coz she went to watch the movie with me, that i was smiling a lot throughout the movie, especially during those cheesy moments! hahaha! i'd gladly repeat this over and over and over. it was really worth it. i'm recommending this movie. robert de niro was the best! promise! see it now! need company? i'll be glad to watch it with you! haha! i really just can't stop raving about it! love love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love love to my mom as well. i know where i got my shopping addiction, definitely from her set of chromosomes! hahaha! well love love to her coz she went with her friends to subic today and bought me 2 pairs of havaianas! yey! good thing she knew what colors i already have and bought me what i didn't have yet! new slippers for my upcoming bora trip! yey! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is so love love... bliss! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-1483978972648453684?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/1483978972648453684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=1483978972648453684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/1483978972648453684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/1483978972648453684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2007/10/love-love.html' title='love love'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-6273566427589923744</id><published>2007-10-21T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T14:58:43.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>daddy dearest</title><content type='html'>hahaha! my dad is so cute talaga. i had this funny conversation with him this morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: neng, ang sakit ng paa ko. tignan mo.&lt;br /&gt;me: naks! bagong sandals. ahhh, nike na ang binili mo?&lt;br /&gt;dad: oo, wala akong mahanap na size ko sa birkenJOCKS eh.&lt;br /&gt;me: haha! dad, wala ka talagang makikitang size dun, wala namang birkenjocks eh. baka birkenstocks!&lt;br /&gt;dad: ahh oo yun yun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah! shucks! benta talaga ang tatay ko... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xs: i need change. badly. life has become a routine. i'm sawa na. pierce or tattoo? magugulat na lang ang mga tao! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inxs: "sala sa init, sala sa lamig.." ang gulo noh? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-6273566427589923744?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/6273566427589923744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=6273566427589923744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/6273566427589923744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/6273566427589923744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2007/10/daddy-dearest.html' title='daddy dearest'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-2007768161732940667</id><published>2007-10-20T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T11:39:40.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where is the moment we needed the most</title><content type='html'>yesterday was considered a low one for me. everything went wrong. i was literally an epitome of daniel powter's song. it indeed was a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was such a turnaround from thursday because thursday was really fun. i did a lot of happy things last thursday but i'm thinking my bad day stemmed from too much merry-making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't able to get much sleep last thursday night. i'm thinking it must be from eating too much that my stomach was not able to digest it properly. so i went to work the following day with a little more than 2 hours of sleep. so there i was a bit cranky and very sleepy, staring into my monitor. i was being extra sensitive to everything. if someone said something to me when i was expecting another, i was already in tampo mode.  i wasn't able to help myself because by around lunchtime, i just put my head on my hands, trying to get some sleep... lunch was a little better although i wasn't in the mood still. since it was friday, we ate out. people noticed that i didn't even have an appetite because lo and behold, i didn't finish my food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got back to the office and things did not improve much, it even got worse. so there i was trying to entertain myself by talking with kris and cha.. they did help though but i was still very very sleepy. good thing cha showed me a very FUNNY picture. as kris would describe it, "going for the brooding look..." thinking about it now puts a smile on my face..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around 230pm, we were already discussing PM break and how we would go down and chat but then something urgent came up. my TL told me that there was a discrepancy in the data i finished processing the day before. i was really irked, not because of the discrepancy but of the timing. i finished the execution for that program around lunch of the day before (thursday) and had told this girl that she could validate it already. but she did not. maybe she was so busy talking on the phone or going on yosi breaks, i don't know. what i know is that she did not do it when she was supposed to. she did the validations on friday na. that's when she got the discrepancy results. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the problem lies on a deadline. the data is needed by Marketing and if the missing records were not found, i would have to go on OT! i was really pissed because of her. she should have done the validations asap so that the discrepancy would have been discovered earlier! i didn't go on pm break trying to find out where the missing records were. grrr talaga! buti nalang nagawan ko ng paraan at natapos on time! and the data was given to Marketing before 5pm! namumuro na talaga yang babaeng yan ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went home feeling really low. i really didn't have much energy. imagine i was asleep around 9pm on a friday night! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm feeling much better... just waiting for my HS friends to arrive for a chikahan session! i learned something though, seeing my college friends and HS friends in one week can overwrite that one bad day. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-2007768161732940667?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/2007768161732940667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=2007768161732940667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/2007768161732940667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/2007768161732940667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2007/10/where-is-moment-we-needed-most.html' title='where is the moment we needed the most'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-9207378093797033780</id><published>2007-10-11T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T13:09:33.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>license renewal</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe 3 years have passed since I last had my license renewed. Time sure does fly by.. I'm turning 24 on Saturday! Ack! A year to go til my quarter life, i sure hope that I won't have that quarter life crisis though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, having my license renewed took up and hour and a half lang. Ang bilis na! 3 years ago I had to line up early tapos by the time I have my picture taken, I looked beat and stressed. This year's license pic looks great! Ang arte ng posing ko! Hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comparatively, this year's LTO location was better. It is inside a Mall, thus making it more convenient and comfortable! It's not much of a hassle anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 2 questions in the application form that made me struggle a little. I guess my self esteem had gone down a notch (hmmm sino kaya may kasalanan? hahahahah!). One question was regarding built, was I 1. Light 2. Medium 3. Heavy? I was really considering Medium but my dad insisted I was still Light! Hahaha! That was funny! And of course the other question was regarding complexion, was I 1. Light 2. Fair 3. Dark? And again my dad insisted I was fair! Hahahaha! Grabe na ito! Lowest of the low but funny nonetheless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One complaint I do have though is the mataray doctor! She was shouting at those men, pinapahiya sa harap namin! Sinasabi niya na dapat daw nakikinig sa instructions! She should realize that she's dealing with different kinds of people and they are considered clients, therefore, she should level with them! (Sir Renan and Debbie will be proud that something from qs1 did stick! =P) Yun lang naman lagi kong complain eh that if their jobs require them to be with people everyday, they should be friendly and patient noh! haay baka lumabas pa complaints ko regarding salesladies! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, hassle-free na kumuha ng license! Yey! Hopefully, by 2010, 10 minutes nalang :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-9207378093797033780?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/9207378093797033780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=9207378093797033780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/9207378093797033780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/9207378093797033780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2007/10/license-renewal.html' title='license renewal'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-2882290793415733946</id><published>2007-10-04T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T20:03:53.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>break!</title><content type='html'>Ahhh. The smell of THE good life! Hehe! Man, I can't wait for the events of the coming months. I've got nothing on my calendar but beach trips! Yey! I'm going to &lt;a href="http://www.amanresorts.com/home.aspx?id=398/"&gt;Amanpulo&lt;/a&gt; with my parents tomorrow, Oct 5 til the 7th! One of my most expensive bday gifts so far! Haha! There are 16 of us all in all because we're going there with family friends. Technically, they are friends of my parents so I call them "Family friends"! I can't wait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Nov 1 - 4 will be four days of fun in the sun at Bora with my Highschool barkada. It's sad though that Tina isn't coming with us. It'll be just Me, Dortz, Ria and Elga going there. We'll be staying at Hannah Hotel courtesy of our dear friend Hannah Morillo, who gave us great discounts! We love you dear! She also promised us food since she's opening her new resto there! I think her barkada, Jaylyn and Orange are coming too and they are good friends of ours as well so it would really be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A surfing trip to Zambales is still being planned. All I know is I won't have to spend much coz my friend is paying for me.. The plans aren't final though and I'd be terribly sad if it doesn't push through! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ayoko ng paasa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'd be really really dark and tanned by November! Hahaha! Oh well, just goes to show how much of a beach addict I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my birthday is coming up and I haven't really thought of a wishlist! But I do have some ideas in mind like an Eeyore stuffed toy (so cute!), a Starbucks tumbler (coz my old pink one leaks already!), an Adidas Ateneo Shirt or jacket (coz I saw a couple a few weeks ago and fell in love with them), a Jackie O shades, Havaianas, and  a Zara shopping spree! Hahaha! Any of the above will be GREATLY appreciated! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, off to dream land and vacation land... Wheeee! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-2882290793415733946?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/2882290793415733946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=2882290793415733946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/2882290793415733946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/2882290793415733946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2007/10/break.html' title='break!'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-4866135193684739396</id><published>2007-09-29T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T20:30:21.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>addicted</title><content type='html'>i've been very addicted to a couple of things lately :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. badminton&lt;br /&gt;this has got to be THE number 1 on the list. my mondays and wednesdays aren't complete without playing. i'm dropping hints every now and then that we include saturdays also or fridays if we're too lazy or &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;poor&lt;/span&gt; to go on a gimmick! it just gives me a different kind of high. and i always have this excessive energy after every game, well it depends also on what kind of game i've had. badminton is scary sometimes for it can ruin friendships! haha! people are too competitive and i admit i'm one of them. i've also recently purchased badminton shoes and a new racket but am being teased that my "cheap" priced racket is way too "squatter" when it comes to princess toadstool's new one. hmmmm, maybe i'll buy one again when my current purple one has been worn out. can i afford that 6k one? haha! baddict!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. facebook&lt;br /&gt;oh geez! this is like the king of all social networking sites! at first, i just joined this one to stay in contact with my cousin in canada as well as with her friends. it used to confuse me with all those applications but now, i'm so hooked! i spend an hour of my internet time each day just trying out the trivias, fixing my profile page and sending plants, eggs, booze, and naughty gifts to my friends! i soo love the site! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. shopping&lt;br /&gt;this has got to be the worst of all my addictions for it eats up a lot of my money! haha! i've noticed that lately i feel sad whenever i go home from a mall emptyhanded. but i have to stop myself from shopping muna because my bday is coming up and i have to reserve my credit limit for my bday blowouts with family and friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. eating&lt;br /&gt;well this is a given. people who know me and have been with me for quite some time just about equates my name with food. who doesn't love food, eh? hehe! i'm not really a clubber so i spend my time with friends by eating out. i have this desire to try out all the restaurants around but i have yet to find anyone who's willing to be my food buddy. i know its going to be magastos but i'm not expecting us to go eat out every week. i just want someone who'e available and kaladkarin like me when the craving kicks in! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. jenny&lt;br /&gt;this song by the click 5 has been on repeat for some days now. aaahhh love it! its actually the new bg music of this blog (you can hear it if you're using explorer but for firefox users, sorry..). the song is just so cute. that's my new motto, confuse the guys para walang nagfifeeling! hahaha! i don't want them assuming i like them noh! pahirapan ito. i'm scared that the guy i really really like will figure it out soon so i'm doing a jenny.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-4866135193684739396?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/4866135193684739396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=4866135193684739396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/4866135193684739396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/4866135193684739396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2007/09/addicted.html' title='addicted'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-6128862925048003316</id><published>2007-09-19T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T22:18:40.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Day Stories at Work</title><content type='html'>1. Super friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You know those stories about snatchers? I now personally know 2 friends who literally ran after those who stole their cellphones. One was unsuccessful because there was a dog between her and the guy who stole her cellphone. The other one (friend from work) was successful though! Super na super talaga! Hinabol ang girl! Ang cute cute niya siguro, nagbabounce pa ang Snow White hair! Tumawag ng security guard, dinala sa police at pinablotter ang snatcher! Ibang klase talaga tong friend kong to! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Kargador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I never thought my job description included carrying CPUs around. My back hurt from doing so much lifting, something my Physical Therapist prevented me from doing so. She told me that I shouldn’t carry heavy stuff around for it is bad for my scoliosis. No one volunteered help unless asked, so I did quite a lot of lifting the whole morning. Walang biro ang sakit parin ng likod ko till now. Haay.. Wala naman ako magawa eh. At least tapos na. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Observant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  People are so obvious when they have nothing to do, especially those who are just pop-ping kasi nakatingin lang sila sa banding ibaba ng kanang bahagi ng kanilang monitor! Hahahaha! Tapos tawa sila ng tawa! Sino ba naman ang natatawa sa trabaho diba? Nahuhulaan ko nga rin kung sino ang magkausap eh. Kaya nga prime spot talaga ang upuan ko eh. Nakikita ko at napapansin ko ang kilos ng lahat. Lalo na ang mga umiikot na mata! Huli! Hahaha! =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Teeny bit of a crush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I have a teeny crush on someone. I told this to a friend. Natawa siya although understandable naman daw. Nothing big really. He just has a lot of the qualities I admire in someone. Alam ko naman na never magiging something.. Hihihi! Nakakaaliw lang. Natutuwa lang ako sa kanya. Shhhh! Ngayon ko lang narealize eh kaya pala ako naaaliw sa kanya. Wala lang... Hihi! Must be the hormones! Raging siya lately.. Hihi! Secret lang =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-6128862925048003316?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/6128862925048003316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=6128862925048003316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/6128862925048003316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/6128862925048003316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2007/09/random-day-stories-at-work.html' title='Random Day Stories at Work'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-3421301092442092697</id><published>2007-09-16T08:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T09:20:39.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>animnapu't dalawa</title><content type='html'>Matagal na akong hindi sumusulat ng tula&lt;br /&gt;Kagagawa ko lng pero puno iyon ng babala&lt;br /&gt;Sa pagkakataong ito, pagbubutihin ko na&lt;br /&gt;Dahil ito ay para sa isang taong mahalaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noong ako'y bata pa, kami'y iikot muna&lt;br /&gt;Lulan ng aming kotse'y, aandar sa kalsada&lt;br /&gt;Limang minutong pag-andar lamang bago pumunta sa opisina&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang ngayon pati aming mga kapitbahay ay naalala pa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lumaki akong hindi naghahanap&lt;br /&gt;Dahil sa kanya, naabot ko aking mga pangarap&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang ngayon ang buhay ko ay puno ng sarap&lt;br /&gt;Ang lahat ng ito ay dahil sa kanyang pagsisikap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi maikakailang ako ang paborito niya&lt;br /&gt;Pag inaaway ako nila kuya, sumbong agad sa kanya&lt;br /&gt;Kahit ako pa ang may kasalanan, lagot na sila&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit mga mali ko'y itinutuwid naman niya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakalungkot lang isipin na para sa isang taong ubod ng buti&lt;br /&gt;Ang kanyang paningin ay halos lubusan ng binawi&lt;br /&gt;Kaliwa niyang mata, wala na talagang nakikita&lt;br /&gt;Ang kanan naman ay konti nalang ang natitira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi niya parin hinayaan na ito'y maging hadlang &lt;br /&gt;Sa sarili niyang paraan ipinakita ang pagiging mabuting magulang&lt;br /&gt;Kahit mahirap, ako'y hinatid-sundo niya&lt;br /&gt;Nang tuluyang pagbawalan, masundo lang ako, nagpamaneho sa iba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lahat ng mga kaibigan ko siya ay kilala&lt;br /&gt;Yaong malalapit sakin, "Pops" ang tawag sa kanya&lt;br /&gt;Marahil kaya hanggang ngayon ako'y wala pang minamahal&lt;br /&gt;Dahil wala akong mahanap na papantay sa kanyang asal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siya ang pinakamahalagang lalaki sa buhay ko&lt;br /&gt;Namana ko nga lahat, pati paglakad ko&lt;br /&gt;Wala ng ibang tao pang hihigit sa kanya&lt;br /&gt;Maligayang Kaarawan, aking pinakamamahal na AMA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:360px; 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would call it. a lot of friends know about my temper. my friendster testimonials can attest &lt;i&gt;na may sariling buhay ang kilay ko&lt;/i&gt;. its true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm generally nice, makulit, funny, approachable. i can talk to anyone. hindi ako namimili kahit sino ka pa. wag lang akong gagalitin kasi hindi kita uurungan. people are provoking me lately, left and right man! i'm surprised, myself, that i have been able to control "the queen" from coming out and showing those people who they are really messing with. pero naman, wag naman sana akong abusuhin. ngayon palang medyo nagpakita na siya eh. eh wala pa yun sa all-out wrath ko. lalaki nga napaiyak ko, ikaw pa kayang simpleng tao lang.. tirisin nalang kaya kita? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're so obvious kaya. i try to observe how you act towards me eh. not natural. its like you're careful around me.. bakit kaya? dahil alam mo na alam ko kung ano ka talaga. duh. i actually get vivid mental images of attaching you to my cr-v, yes the 4-wheel drive one not the revo, and then drag you along a road filled with thumb tacks and nails.. pwedeng slowly pwedeng fast... then aatrasan kita para dumiin lahat ng pako sayo... kaya ko kinailangan ang 4wheel drive, para maatrasan kita.. you know, bumps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calling &lt;a href="http://maandabomb.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;MAAN&lt;/a&gt;, this person is my new DADA! Wahahahah! Imagine, at the tender age of 8 ata, i can be really mean! imagine kung ngayon pa ko prinovoke... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take note naman, PAG prinoprovoke lang ako ganito.. kaya konting hinay lang sa panggagago sakin, nauubos na talaga pasensiya ko... one thing about me naman, &lt;b&gt;mabait ako sa taong mabait sakin&lt;/b&gt;. never ko silang ginalaw at never ko silang gagalawin. as for you, never ko naramdamang naging totoo ka sakin. may pagkaplastic ang dating mo eh. namimili ka lang ng tao. around you, i feel uncomfortable tapos ngayon nararamdaman ko pa ang matinding inis sayo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for my friends, don't worry for you'll never see that side of me, only my enemies do. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-896115105186954284?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/896115105186954284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=896115105186954284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/896115105186954284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/896115105186954284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2007/09/takot-ako-p-imagine-me-with-fangs-and.html' title='takot ako :p (imagine me with fangs and horns!)'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-5750477903688732091</id><published>2007-09-09T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T18:35:16.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unexpected surprise</title><content type='html'>surprises are the best aren't they? especially if they were unexpected! i saw my charmed sista hana at megamall today! still a hot chick as ever. sporting the new in 'do, short and stylish! she was strolling with her boyfriend.. aww so cute... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we haven't seen each other for almost a year now... we spent a couple of minutes making chismis about some blockmates! hahahaha! dabest talaga ang chismisan with girlfriends! and the best chismis of them all, PUMAYAT daw ako... wuhoo! i have to thank our monday-wednesday badminton sessions! hahahah! second person in 2 weeks who told me that =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: ateneo just won its second game against lasalle.. YEY! close fight! go ateneo! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-5750477903688732091?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/5750477903688732091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=5750477903688732091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/5750477903688732091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/5750477903688732091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2007/09/unexpected-surprise.html' title='unexpected surprise'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-1276663488894133930</id><published>2007-09-01T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T12:50:14.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love i love</title><content type='html'>my forever LSS the past week... waaah so funny!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jtCCLRcwopA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jtCCLRcwopA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extra: today would have been my mama's (grandmother) 96th birthday if she were still alive. i miss her terribly but i know she's at peace now.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-1276663488894133930?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/1276663488894133930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=1276663488894133930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/1276663488894133930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/1276663488894133930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-love-i-love.html' title='i love i love'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-8476368640599335674</id><published>2007-08-29T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T22:24:20.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>survey galore</title><content type='html'>someone is obviously bored. at work! hahaha! forgive me but since processing is over and the new data has not been loaded yet, lil cutie me just passed the time doing this today. and since i don't have internet access at work, i'm just posting it now =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;questionnaire # 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Names You Go By:&lt;br /&gt;1. Peper&lt;br /&gt;2. Peps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Things You Are Wearing Right Now:&lt;br /&gt;1. blouse&lt;br /&gt;2. slacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of Your Favorite Things to do:&lt;br /&gt;1. eating&lt;br /&gt;2. shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Things You Want Very Badly At The&lt;br /&gt;Moment:&lt;br /&gt;1. laptop coz i can see hubert playing with his&lt;br /&gt;2. iphone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two pets you had/have:&lt;br /&gt;1. dog&lt;br /&gt;2. myna bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you did last night:&lt;br /&gt;1. talked with besty&lt;br /&gt;2. read book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you ate today:&lt;br /&gt;1. McDo&lt;br /&gt;2. pancit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people you Last Talked To:&lt;br /&gt;1. carlo&lt;br /&gt;2. trick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Things You're doing tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;1. badminton if ever&lt;br /&gt;2. or stay at home lng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Favorite Holidays:&lt;br /&gt;1. christmas&lt;br /&gt;2. summer holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two favorite beverages:&lt;br /&gt;1. four seasons&lt;br /&gt;2. green iced tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two favorite TV shows:&lt;br /&gt;1. Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;2. One Tree Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two favorite food:&lt;br /&gt;1. Japanese&lt;br /&gt;2. Chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=o0o=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;questionnaire # 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Were you smiling when you woke up&lt;br /&gt;this morning?&lt;br /&gt;* nope kasi ayaw ko pa gumising...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When was the last time you met&lt;br /&gt;someone new?&lt;br /&gt;* erm tagal na eh.. can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When did you last eat pizza?&lt;br /&gt;* nung saturday, aug 25.. padeliver sa house ng kabarkada ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you drink beer?&lt;br /&gt;* yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you wash your own clothes?&lt;br /&gt;* no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Are you any good at poker?&lt;br /&gt;* hindi eh.. hindi ko kaya ang poker face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What do you want more than anything?&lt;br /&gt;* peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you tired?&lt;br /&gt;* not yet... after badminton later, oo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Besides your bed, what is your&lt;br /&gt;favorite thing in your room?&lt;br /&gt;* laptop &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Pepsi or Coke?&lt;br /&gt;* coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Would you ever take someone back&lt;br /&gt;if they cheated on you?&lt;br /&gt;* as of now, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you enjoy piercings and tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;* i prefer piercings pero wala naman ako except for the ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Taco Bell or McDonald's?&lt;br /&gt;* mcdo (singit ko lang, i so love in n' out sa states! super! i'm craving na...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Are you restless?&lt;br /&gt;* super.. kelangan lagi may kausap or may ginagawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Is your computer desktop or a&lt;br /&gt;laptop?&lt;br /&gt;* laptop &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. How many myspace views do you&lt;br /&gt;have?&lt;br /&gt;* last i checked 300+ pero i reset it kasi eh everytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Want to be a prince/princess?&lt;br /&gt;* my childhood dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you believe dreams come true?&lt;br /&gt;* yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Last song you heard?&lt;br /&gt;* do you really want me by robyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you like Batman?&lt;br /&gt;* nope... boring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who is in the room with you?&lt;br /&gt;* wahahaha! um CIA people (as of now sina ericka, marc, hubert, sir jing, sir gli, carlo, trick, mam lef, ben, sir ron, thery, crisha, uly, sir renan, sir caloy, rachel, joel, tar, janine, kris)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. what r u wearin on ur foot?&lt;br /&gt;* shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;* lapid's chicharon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What were you doing before this?&lt;br /&gt;* nag-ayos sa cr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What is the closest item near you&lt;br /&gt;that is blue?&lt;br /&gt;* notebook and mousepad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. In your opinion what is the&lt;br /&gt;weirdest thing listed on&lt;br /&gt;goofysicons.com?&lt;br /&gt;* haven't been to the site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What instant messaging service do&lt;br /&gt;you use?&lt;br /&gt;* ym pero i have an account sa msn and skype and google talk that i use sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. what is ur fav website?&lt;br /&gt;* multiply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Whose house were you at last night?&lt;br /&gt;* our house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What do you wear more, jeans or&lt;br /&gt;sweatpants?&lt;br /&gt;* jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What is the last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;* rush hour 3! waah funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What do you currently hear right&lt;br /&gt;now?&lt;br /&gt;* dance with my father by luther vandross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. When did you last buy a new pair&lt;br /&gt;of pants?&lt;br /&gt;* my mom buys my jeans! alam niya sukat ko plus she pays for it! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Where's your favorite place to be?&lt;br /&gt;* anywhere with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Have you ever heard of the band&lt;br /&gt;Our Lady Peace?&lt;br /&gt;* no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Where do you sleep?&lt;br /&gt;* sa room ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Where do you shop the most?&lt;br /&gt;* ZARA! terranova and folded &amp; hung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Where did you get the shirt you're&lt;br /&gt;wearing?&lt;br /&gt;* kamiseta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Coach Purse or NFL game tickets?&lt;br /&gt;* Coach purse of course! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Where was your default pic taken?&lt;br /&gt;* default pic ng? if multiply, sa rizal ballroom, makati shang =) if this blog, sa meco fishie area...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Why did you pick your background?&lt;br /&gt;* mahilig sa beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Are you happy with where you are?&lt;br /&gt;* pwede na =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Do you believe love at first sight&lt;br /&gt;exists?&lt;br /&gt;* not really.. crush siguro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Do you believe in celebrating&lt;br /&gt;anniversaries?&lt;br /&gt;* oo naman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you believe that you can change&lt;br /&gt;someone?&lt;br /&gt;* erm nope... it's up to them kasi eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. What are you going to do after you&lt;br /&gt;do this survey?&lt;br /&gt;* hanap ng iba pang survey =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=o0o=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;questionnaire # 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paano ka magrereact in the following&lt;br /&gt;situations? LETS SEE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. ang arte mo!&lt;br /&gt;= as the text msg says, "my dear hating me won't make u prettier! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. mas matalino naman ako sayo!&lt;br /&gt;= kelan pa?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. crush ako ng crush mo!&lt;br /&gt;= ay gwapo siya pero bulag pala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. ang bobo mo pala sa math!&lt;br /&gt;= pano mo nasabi yun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. bilisan mo naman!&lt;br /&gt;= accdg to julie andrews in the princess diaries2, "a queen is never late. everyone else is just earlier.." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. ang taray mo!&lt;br /&gt;= of course :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. wala akong problema!&lt;br /&gt;= di halata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. takot ka ata sakin eh?&lt;br /&gt;= mumu ka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. mas mahal niya ko!&lt;br /&gt;= care ko... you're not worth it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. ang bababa na naman ng mga grades&lt;br /&gt;mo!&lt;br /&gt;= pangalan mo kaya yan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if sinabi ito sa'yo ng crush mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. crush kita.&lt;br /&gt;= *shet speechless*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. hindi tayo frends eh..&lt;br /&gt;= oh well.. your loss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. mahal na kita.&lt;br /&gt;= prove it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. pakopya naman ng assignment.&lt;br /&gt;= let's solve it together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. crush ako nung friend mo&lt;br /&gt;= she has good taste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. pwede patabi sa upuan?&lt;br /&gt;= surely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. pwede ba kitang isayaw?&lt;br /&gt;= sana hindi folkdance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. feeling ko may crush ka sakin.&lt;br /&gt;= feeling ka rin noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. ang cute mong mag-smile.&lt;br /&gt;= thanks! coz u make me smile (joooke! hindi ko sasabihin yan noh... hanggang thanks lang!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. bakit ang bait mo sakin?&lt;br /&gt;= mabait ako in general :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh kapag parents mo nagsabi sa'yo nito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. umuwi ka ng maaga&lt;br /&gt;= um bakit po?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. buti pa yang kapatid mo ang sipag&lt;br /&gt;mag-aral.&lt;br /&gt;= ako ang masipag na kapatid eh =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. matulog ka ng maaga.&lt;br /&gt;= hindi pa ko inaantok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. san ang lakad mo?&lt;br /&gt;= sinasabi ko lahat ng lakad ko at kung sino ang kasama ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. maglinis ka ng bahay,maghugas ka ng&lt;br /&gt;pinggan at magdilig ka ng halaman.&lt;br /&gt;= um, are u talking to me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. mag-aral ka ng mabuti ha?&lt;br /&gt;= i did! and they're proud =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. nung kasing tanda mo ko ang baon ko&lt;br /&gt;piso lang!&lt;br /&gt;= eh kasi sentimo lang din ang halaga ng bilihin niyo eh =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. dapat ganito ka, katulad niya.&lt;br /&gt;= i'm unique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. pagsinabi kong hindi&lt;br /&gt;pwede..hindi pwede..&lt;br /&gt;= bakit naman po? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=o0o=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;questionnaire # 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. your mom calls you?&lt;br /&gt;= telly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your favorite shake in zagu?&lt;br /&gt;= i don't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What movie/s are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;= wala naman... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you wanted to be in a band, what&lt;br /&gt;position do you want to be in?&lt;br /&gt;= vocalist or drummer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is the nastiest thing you've&lt;br /&gt;ever touched?&lt;br /&gt;= hmmmm yung mga dinadissect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. do you want to live with your gf/bf&lt;br /&gt;forever?&lt;br /&gt;= erm live together so magpapakasal ba kami?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Where is the place you want to be&lt;br /&gt;right now?&lt;br /&gt;= with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What song do you listen to feel&lt;br /&gt;happy?&lt;br /&gt;= i believe from Honey soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. In star wars, who are&lt;br /&gt;you?&lt;br /&gt;= amidala! kapal =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What movie/s makes you cry?&lt;br /&gt;= i never cry sa movies eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Name famous people you had a crush&lt;br /&gt;on?&lt;br /&gt;= dami noh... currently it's a toss between wentworth miller and milo ventimiglia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;= four seasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who is/are the cartoon characters&lt;br /&gt;that you like?&lt;br /&gt;= dati si winnie the pooh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Chocolates or Flowers?&lt;br /&gt;= flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. In a week, how many times do you go&lt;br /&gt;online?&lt;br /&gt;= everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Single or married?&lt;br /&gt;= single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Describe yourself in one word?&lt;br /&gt;= confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What's the first thing you do when&lt;br /&gt;you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;= check my cell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What's the last thing you do before&lt;br /&gt;you go to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;= set my alarm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Something about you that you're&lt;br /&gt;proud of:&lt;br /&gt;= i can make friends with anyone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Are you in-love?&lt;br /&gt;= erm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What's your favorite number?&lt;br /&gt;= 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;= yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Why?&lt;br /&gt;= no pressing matters to worry about... pinipilit ko ng kalimutan ang mga problema!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Is there something u wanna d0?&lt;br /&gt;= yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What are you listening to right&lt;br /&gt;now?&lt;br /&gt;= out of reach - gabrielle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Complete this sentence:&lt;br /&gt;THE WORLD NEEDS...&lt;br /&gt;= love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;= kwek-kwek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. If you were a crayon, what color&lt;br /&gt;would you be?&lt;br /&gt;= pink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What did you eat for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;= rice and eggplant salad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. what are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;= office attire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Favorite day/s of the week?&lt;br /&gt;= friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=o0o=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;questionnaire #5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Honest &amp; Emotion Survey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Honest Section&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Honestly, WHO's on your mind?&lt;br /&gt;* 2 guys... confused ako eh :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Honestly, what are you doing right&lt;br /&gt;now?&lt;br /&gt;* supposedly working pero nagbabasa ng ebook at nakikipagkwentuhan :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Honestly, who is your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;* melba diane valentino badillo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Honestly, have you done something&lt;br /&gt;bad today?&lt;br /&gt;* wla pa naman.. good girl ako.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Honestly, do you watch Disney&lt;br /&gt;channel?&lt;br /&gt;* wala na kaming ganun eh =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Honestly, who is the last person&lt;br /&gt;you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;* hmmm delivery ng superbowl &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Honestly, are you jealous of&lt;br /&gt;someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;* hell yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Honestly, what makes you mad most&lt;br /&gt;of the time?&lt;br /&gt;* ung mga taong malalandi.. i hate 'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Honestly, do you bite your nails?&lt;br /&gt;* i used to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Honestly, do you want to talk to&lt;br /&gt;someone this very moment?&lt;br /&gt;* yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.honestly, are you keeping a secret&lt;br /&gt;right now?&lt;br /&gt;* yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Honestly, do you have a friend you&lt;br /&gt;don't actually like?&lt;br /&gt;* wahahahahha! oo meron... hindi naman kami close eh and i doubt we'll ever be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Honestly, are you in denial?&lt;br /&gt;* i think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Honestly, do you like anyone?&lt;br /&gt;* yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Honestly, does anyone like you?&lt;br /&gt;* erm i don't know kasi if sincere eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIFFERENT EMOTIONS SURVEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Anger Section&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What do you do when you're mad?&lt;br /&gt;* super halata sa mukha ko when i'm mad... minsan confrontational, minsan ayaw mamansin, minsan naiiyak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What's the worst thing you've done&lt;br /&gt;when you were mad?&lt;br /&gt;* nabuhusan ko ng tubig ang isang tao =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ever made anyone cry when you were&lt;br /&gt;mad?&lt;br /&gt;* oh yes.. a lot.. pati guys.. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you swear when you're mad?&lt;br /&gt;* minsan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--CRYING SECTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When was the last time you really&lt;br /&gt;cried?&lt;br /&gt;* putek naman.. uhm aug 20... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ever cried yourself to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;* yes..hehe, ang drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What usually makes you cry?&lt;br /&gt;* love.. may iba pa ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Happy Section&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you usually a happy person?&lt;br /&gt;* super happy parati.. mababaw kasi ako eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What makes you the happiest?&lt;br /&gt;* everything.. even a piece of candy.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Does being with your friends make&lt;br /&gt;you happy?&lt;br /&gt;* oo naman, as in super happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you believe in yourself?&lt;br /&gt;* oo namn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When people say they think you are&lt;br /&gt;good-looking/pretty, do you get happy?&lt;br /&gt;* oo.. although sometimes parang ayaw ko maniwala..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=o0o=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;questionnaire #6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;name someone who made you&lt;br /&gt;smile today?&lt;br /&gt;* a lot of people na nakausap ko ngayon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;What were you doing at 8:00 this&lt;br /&gt;morning?&lt;br /&gt;* nasa cr ng office, nag-aayos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;what did you eat last night?&lt;br /&gt;* nilagang baka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;what was something that happened to&lt;br /&gt;you in 1992?&lt;br /&gt;* played patintero sa streets with my crush (cousin ni lara) dahil diba laging brownout noon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;what are you looking forward to?&lt;br /&gt;* wala naman.. no expectations is the best way to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;words to explain why you last threw&lt;br /&gt;up!?&lt;br /&gt;* kasi im acidic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;what color is your hairbrush?&lt;br /&gt;* i don't use hairbrush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;what was the last thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;* fourth book ng travelling pants series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;What was the last gift you received?&lt;br /&gt;* pasalubong ba counted? salamin from hubert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;what color is your front door?&lt;br /&gt;* brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;where do you keep your money?&lt;br /&gt;* sa wallet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;what was the weather like today?&lt;br /&gt;* hindi super sunny pero hindi naman rainy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;where did your last hug take place?&lt;br /&gt;* sa bahay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;what are you excited about?&lt;br /&gt;* wala naman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;when was the last time you sneezed?&lt;br /&gt;* after lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;what size shoe do you wear?&lt;br /&gt;* 7-7 1/2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Do you want to cut your hair?&lt;br /&gt;* no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Are you over the age of 25?&lt;br /&gt;* no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;do you talk a lot?&lt;br /&gt;* super!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;does your screen name have an "x"&lt;br /&gt;in it?&lt;br /&gt;* wala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;are you typically a jealous person?&lt;br /&gt;* super as in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;How are you?&lt;br /&gt;* ok naman.. bored.. nagkacountdown til 5pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Name a friend whose name starts&lt;br /&gt;with the letter "E":&lt;br /&gt;* emir, elmor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Who's the last person to call you?&lt;br /&gt;* kris according to my cell =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Do you chew on your straws?&lt;br /&gt;* sometimes! lalo na yung sa tetrapacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;do you have curly hair?&lt;br /&gt;* nope... hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Are you a flirt?&lt;br /&gt;* no, i don't think so.. friendly lang talaga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;How many times have you sworn&lt;br /&gt;today?&lt;br /&gt;* don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Do you like to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;* of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;have you seen the movie 'Donnie&lt;br /&gt;Darko'?&lt;br /&gt;* no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Do you have to work tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;* yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Who was the last person to say "I&lt;br /&gt;love you" to you?&lt;br /&gt;* secret na malupit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;What should you be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;* trabaho! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Do you have a nickname?&lt;br /&gt;* yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Are you a heavy sleeper?&lt;br /&gt;* yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;What was the last concert you went&lt;br /&gt;to?&lt;br /&gt;* whoa i can't even remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;What is the best movie you've seen&lt;br /&gt;in the past two months?&lt;br /&gt;* i like all the movies i've watched lately... rush hour 3 siguro.. pamatay sa kakatawa! but i like bourne din.. lupit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;What was your favorite grade&lt;br /&gt;through school?&lt;br /&gt;* confusing question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;When was the last time you did the&lt;br /&gt;dishes,honestly?&lt;br /&gt;* last year sa lemery nung natulog kami sa house namin doon ng officemates ko.. first and last time? =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;did you cry today?&lt;br /&gt;* no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=o0o=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;questionnaire #7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100.WHATS YOUR PROFILE SONG &amp; WHY?&lt;br /&gt;** if internet explorer ang browser mo, you'll hear wanna love you girl by robin thicke.. just listen to the lyrics =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. DO YOU HAVE A JOB? IF SO WHAT IS&lt;br /&gt;IT?&lt;br /&gt;** jr consultant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98.MIDDLE NAME?&lt;br /&gt;** laurel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON SOMEONE?&lt;br /&gt;** oo naman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. LIED IN THE LAST 24 HOURS?&lt;br /&gt;** yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. BEST BREAK UP SONG?&lt;br /&gt;** big girls don't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. WHAT WAS THE LAST PLACE YOU TOOK A&lt;br /&gt;PLANE?&lt;br /&gt;** manila-hong kong-toronto and back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. WHAT IS THE LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?&lt;br /&gt;** rush hour 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. WHAT MAKES YOU MAD?&lt;br /&gt;** irritating people na halata namang nagpapapansin lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE WHEN YOU&lt;br /&gt;GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;** dati simple lang gusto ko eh.. maging cashier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. WHAT'S YOUR NAME?&lt;br /&gt;** peper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- where's question 89&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. DO YOU HAVE A FRIEND OF THE&lt;br /&gt;OPPOSITE SEX YOU CAN TALK TO?&lt;br /&gt;** oo naman! lots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS?&lt;br /&gt;** yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. WHERE ARE YOU NOW?&lt;br /&gt;** office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. FAVE COLOR?.&lt;br /&gt;** pink, blue and white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. WHAT DOES THE 7TH MESSAGE IN YOUR&lt;br /&gt;INBOX SAY ON YOUR PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;** friendship quote from katrina subang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- where's question 83&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. WHAT IS SITTING TO THE LEFT OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;** my bag and bear 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81.WHERE IS YOUR DAD RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;** at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. DO YOU HAVE ANY KIDS?&lt;br /&gt;** by immaculate concepcion?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. WHO IS THE 5TH PERSON YOU GOT A&lt;br /&gt;MISSED CALL FROM?&lt;br /&gt;** my dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. CLOSEST BLACK OBJECT?&lt;br /&gt;** mouse, pc, keyboard, monitor,&lt;br /&gt;cpu..hehe lahat na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- where's question 77&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. CLOSEST SILVER OBJECT?&lt;br /&gt;** headphones ni cha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER?&lt;br /&gt;** concert pa kamo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. DO YOU OWN ANY PETS?&lt;br /&gt;** yep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- where's question 73&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. WHENS THE LAST TIME YOU LISTENED&lt;br /&gt;TO COUNTRY MUSIC?&lt;br /&gt;** can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-asan questions 71 and 70?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. WHAT ARE YOUR FEARS?&lt;br /&gt;** dami super&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. WHAT CAN YOU HEAR NOW?&lt;br /&gt;** don't matter by akon tapos people having a meeting sa discussion area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. HOW MANY DRUGS ARE IN YOUR SYSTEM&lt;br /&gt;NOW?&lt;br /&gt;** none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66.WHAT ARE YOU WEARING RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;** office clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- where's question 65&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. LAST PERSON TO COMMENT YOU?&lt;br /&gt;** sa friendster si maan =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. DO YOU SING?&lt;br /&gt;** hehe..always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. SCREAMO OR COUNTRY?&lt;br /&gt;** di ko gets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. ROCK OR RAP?&lt;br /&gt;** rap (lalo na pag si kris :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- where's question 60&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. WHO DID YOU LAST CALL?&lt;br /&gt;** according to my cellphone, si nathan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. WHO LAST CALLED YOU?&lt;br /&gt;** sa received call ko, si kris, aug. 21.. can't remember why... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. WHAT JEWELERY DO YOU WEAR DAILY?&lt;br /&gt;** earrings and watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. WHAT ARE YOU DOING NOW?&lt;br /&gt;** erm nagsasagot ng survey na to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU HUGGED?&lt;br /&gt;** dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. WOULD YOU DIE FOR SOMEONE?&lt;br /&gt;** why not, if that someone is worth&lt;br /&gt;dying for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. LATEST THING YOUVE RECENTLY&lt;br /&gt;LEARNED?&lt;br /&gt;* mahirap maging assuming and wag ibuhos lahat sa isang tao :p (drama effect)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. ARE YOU COLD NOW?&lt;br /&gt;* nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. WHAT DO YOU SMELL?&lt;br /&gt;* my perfume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. IS ANYTHING BOTHERING YOU RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;NOW?&lt;br /&gt;* wala naman... pilit ko ng hindi iniisip.. nakakapgod din eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- where's question 49?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. WHAT ARE YOU DOING TOMORROW?&lt;br /&gt;* work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. IF UR EX WANTED YOU BACK WOULD U&lt;br /&gt;TAKE HIM/HER BACK?&lt;br /&gt;* not applicable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- where're questions 46 and 45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. BED SHEET COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;* pink disney theme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. CAN YOU SWIM?&lt;br /&gt;* NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- where's question 42 til 38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. FAVORITE SMELL?&lt;br /&gt;* hugo boss for men or yung pabango ni ____ at for women, varied i collect perfumes kasi eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. EVER GONE A WHOLE DAY WITHOUT&lt;br /&gt;EATING??&lt;br /&gt;* NOPE! patayin niyo nalang ako =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. UNITED STATES OR CANADA?&lt;br /&gt;* depends... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- where's question 34&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU FOUND OUT&lt;br /&gt;YOU WERE PREGNANT?&lt;br /&gt;* tell my parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. JEANS OR SWEATPANTS?&lt;br /&gt;* jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- where're questions 31 til 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. DO YOU HAVE SOCKS ON?&lt;br /&gt;* no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. DO YOU OWN BIG SUNGLASSES?&lt;br /&gt;* yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. HAVE YOU CRIED SO HARD YOU MADE&lt;br /&gt;YOURSELF SICK?&lt;br /&gt;* nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- where're questions 26 til 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. HAVE YOU RECENTLY TALKED TO AN EX??&lt;br /&gt;* n/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- where're questions 22 til 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. FAVORITE TV SHOW?&lt;br /&gt;* grey's anatomy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. DO YOU LIKE 80S MOVIES?&lt;br /&gt;* some of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- where're questions 17 and 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WHAT KINDA MUSIC DO YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;* R&amp;B..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- where's question 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. BEST CITY YOUVE VISTED?&lt;br /&gt;* new york, edinburgh, paris.. dami eh... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. BEEN TO LONDON?&lt;br /&gt;* yes back in 1999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. FAVORITE SCHOOL SUBJECT?&lt;br /&gt;* i like math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-where's question 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. BEEN TO COLLEGE?&lt;br /&gt;* yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- where's question 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. FAVORITE TIME OF DAY?&lt;br /&gt;* evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. EVER LICKED SOMEONES CHEEK?&lt;br /&gt;* no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. SEEN ALL THE SPIDERMAN MOVIES?&lt;br /&gt;* yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO?&lt;br /&gt;* weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. EVER GOTTEN LOST IN THE DARK?&lt;br /&gt;* nope not yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. DO YOU SNORE/TALK/WALK IN YOUR&lt;br /&gt;SLEEP?&lt;br /&gt;* talk minsan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ARE YOU AFRAID WHEN YOU'RE HOME&lt;br /&gt;ALONE?&lt;br /&gt;* yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks mcreyes for researching this for me.. love yah dear! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-8476368640599335674?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/8476368640599335674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=8476368640599335674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/8476368640599335674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/8476368640599335674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2007/08/survey-galore.html' title='survey galore'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-8838677120489852102</id><published>2007-08-25T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T11:17:31.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last weekend</title><content type='html'>last weekend was a fun-filled one. my family celebrated my kuya noel's 33rd birthday. gosh he's old! hahaha! i went with my office friends to tagaytay hoping the weather there would be much colder than in manila. but i was disappointed. i was sweating profusely. my friends insisted it was due to my excessive energy but i disagree! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:240px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w90.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/d9b6acf1.pbw" height="240" width="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_logo.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshow?action=landing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_getyourown.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also met up with my HS kada to celebrate the birthday of Tita Lucy, my friend's mom . as well as my friend's successful passing of her US Licensure Exam for teachers.. Oh no, another kada going to the States.. They're all moving there.. Huhuhu! Another crazy night with my girls! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:360px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w90.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/2828d6fe.pbw" height="240" width="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_logo.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/?action=view&amp;current=2828d6fe.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_viewshow.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshow?action=landing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_getyourown.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-8838677120489852102?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/8838677120489852102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=8838677120489852102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/8838677120489852102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/8838677120489852102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2007/08/last-weekend.html' title='last weekend'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-3152578460038804975</id><published>2007-08-25T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T11:06:24.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>questionnaire</title><content type='html'>a random questionnaire i found somewhere... really bored and restless lately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How tall are you on barefoot?&lt;br /&gt;= 5'5 3/4 sometimes 5'6"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever smoked?&lt;br /&gt;= no and i will NEVER try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you own a gun?&lt;br /&gt;= No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you hate someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;= No. irritated yes but not hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you get nervous?&lt;br /&gt;= of course. a lot of times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.What do you think of hotdogs?&lt;br /&gt;= yummy with mustard, ketchup and mayo... ayan naglalaway na naman ako... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What's your favorite Christmas song?&lt;br /&gt;= All I Want for Christmas is You... gosh ber months are coming.. Pasko na naman..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;= Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Can you do push ups?&lt;br /&gt;= No. I am a self-confessed weakling.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.What's your favorite piece of jewelry?&lt;br /&gt;= Earrings and watch.. I cannot go anywhere without them... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you like painkillers?&lt;br /&gt;= Not really but I use them for dysmenorrhea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your secret weapon to lure the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;= Erm. I don't know.. My killer looks? Hahaha! Seriously, I just try to be my funny self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you own a knife?&lt;br /&gt;= Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you have H.I.V?&lt;br /&gt;= Uh. Lemme think.. Haha! Nope wala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Name?&lt;br /&gt;= Real Name: Teresa Jennifer Laurel Umali&lt;br /&gt;= Nickname: Peper, Peps, Pep, Jen, Jenny, Esa (only abbie calls me this), Telly (only my family can)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Name 3 things you wanna do at this exact moment?&lt;br /&gt;= matulog, pumunta sa parlor at kumain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Name the last 3 things you have bought lately:&lt;br /&gt;= Lapid's chicharon for Ma'am Lef, Body Shop gift for Tita Lucy, Zara top for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink:&lt;br /&gt;= water, M iced coffee drink, four seasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What time did you wake up today?&lt;br /&gt;= 9am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Current worry?&lt;br /&gt;= Another week with Marketing coming up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Current hate?&lt;br /&gt;= free time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Favorite place to be?&lt;br /&gt;= in the company of friends.. where ever lang basta kasama sila..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. least favorite place to be?&lt;br /&gt;= anywhere i get to think and muni-muni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Where would you like to go?&lt;br /&gt;= Japan.. I haven't been there EVER. gusto ko rin magbeach... i need to relax...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.Do you own slippers?&lt;br /&gt;= Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;= white &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;= pink, blue and white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.what would you wanna feel at this moment?&lt;br /&gt;= relaxed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Last time you had an alcoholic drink?&lt;br /&gt;= can't remember... does red wine count? haha! if yes, aug. 19 =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What songs do you sing in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;= wahahahahaha! a lot.. concert ako pag naliligo eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What did you fear that was going to get you at night as a child?&lt;br /&gt;= manananggal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.What's in your pocket/s right now?&lt;br /&gt;= no pockets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Last thing that made you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;= rush hour 3.. last night! shet benta! ako yata pinakamaingay sa theater eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. last thing that made you cry?&lt;br /&gt;= Friend of Mine na song... augh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. How many cellphones do you have?&lt;br /&gt;= 2 pero the other one is just backup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Who is your loudest friend?&lt;br /&gt;= Chino Ibarra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. your most silent friend?&lt;br /&gt;= Hana Saab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. last movie watched?&lt;br /&gt;= Rush Hour 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What is your favorite book?&lt;br /&gt;= A lot eh. Harry Potter of course kasama dun =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45.What is your favorite chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;= I love milk chocolate... White chocolate so-so.. No to dark chocolate =) And i don't like nuts in my chocolates.. I love 'em plain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. What song do/did you want to play at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;= Haha! Secret pero it's the same as my favorite song... Tipong I have 8 versions ata =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What were you doing 12 AM last night?&lt;br /&gt;= sleeping.. waah early for a friday night.. huhu! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. What was the First thing you did today?&lt;br /&gt;= checked my mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What was the last thing you did the day before yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;= slept?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-3152578460038804975?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/3152578460038804975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=3152578460038804975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/3152578460038804975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/3152578460038804975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2007/08/questionnaire.html' title='questionnaire'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-5002194925557317710</id><published>2007-08-20T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T21:14:35.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saddest song</title><content type='html'>alam niyo ba ang kantang "now, its the saddest song i've ever heard..." tila malungkot talaga ang isang kantang ito.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lea Salonga - FRIEND OF MINE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve known you for so long&lt;br /&gt;You are a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;But is this all we’d ever be?&lt;br /&gt;I’ve loved you ever since&lt;br /&gt;You are a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;And babe is this all we ever could be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;You tell me things I’ve never known&lt;br /&gt;I shown you love you’ve never shown&lt;br /&gt;But then again, when you cry&lt;br /&gt;I’m always at your side&lt;br /&gt;You tell me ’bout the love you’ve had&lt;br /&gt;I listen very eagerly&lt;br /&gt;But deep inside you’ll never see&lt;br /&gt;This feeling of emptiness&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel sad&lt;br /&gt;But then again I’m glad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve known you all my life&lt;br /&gt;You are a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;I know this is how it’s gonna be&lt;br /&gt;I’ve loved you then and I love you still&lt;br /&gt;You’re a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know friends are all we ever could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me things I’ve never known&lt;br /&gt;I shown you love you’ve never shown&lt;br /&gt;But then again, when you cry&lt;br /&gt;I’m always at your side&lt;br /&gt;You tell me ’bout the love you’ve had&lt;br /&gt;I listen very eagerly&lt;br /&gt;But deep inside you’ll never see&lt;br /&gt;This feeling of emptiness&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel sad&lt;br /&gt;But then again&lt;br /&gt;Then again&lt;br /&gt;Then again I’m glad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobrang nakakahiya talaga. bakit kasi kelangan pang pakinggan ang kanta?! sinabi ko na ngang sana palitan ang kanta, nakatanggap pa ko ng ganitong sagot, "bakit affected ka?" &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;OO&lt;/span&gt;. Affected ako. Di hamak. Ang sana'y dinner kasama ng aking kaibigan ay hindi na natuloy dahil hindi ko na napigilan ang pagtulo ng luha. sa harap niya. pinili ko nalang umuwi upang iwasang magpaliwanag. at dahil coding ako, para akong tangang sumuot sa isang lugar na hindi ko kabisado ang daan. hayun. iyak ako ng iyak sa sasakyan. naliligaw na nga ako, umiiyak pa ko dahil sa kanta. ano ba! totoong-totoo. swak na swak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at dahil nakita ako ng kaibigan kong umiiyak, nakatanggap pa ako ng text message na ganito, "Hi, fefs! Apology 4 wat we'v done. Nagcrying moment k p. Tym wil tel wat u rily feel deep insyd..." Potek. Alam ko naman eh kung ano nararamdaman ko. Alam ko rin nararamdaman niya. Yun ang masakit. Hanggang kaibigan lang talaga. Sabi nga ng aking honey, "nakakapagod na ang parang yoyong kalokohan na ito.." =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-5002194925557317710?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/5002194925557317710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=5002194925557317710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/5002194925557317710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/5002194925557317710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2007/08/saddest-song.html' title='saddest song'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-6215001373545302541</id><published>2007-08-14T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T23:03:54.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maskara</title><content type='html'>sobrang nakakapagod ang araw na ito, puro problema sa trabaho. ngunit lahat ng ito ay napawi mg makatanggap ako ng mensahe sa aking cellphone na naglalaman ng, "...swerte bestfrend mo sau..." hindi ba't nakakataba ng puso ang masabihan na isa kang mabuting kaibigan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mahigit isang taon ko na ring kilala ang nagpadala sa akin ng mensahe. araw-araw kaming nagkikwentuhan, nag-aasaran, magkasama, magkatabi. masasabi kong madami na akong nalalaman tungkol sa kanya pero ngayong gabi ko lang talaga siya totoong nakilala. ang dami naming napag-usapan at napagkwentuhan. nakakatuwang isipin na hindi lamang puro biruan, asaran at lokohan ang aming pagkakaibigan. nasa punto na kami kung san malalalim na usapan, lihim at problema ang kaya naming ibahagi sa isa't-isa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kung ako man ang tatanungin, madali makipag-usap kahit kanino pero nag-iiba ang lebel ng inyong pagkakaibigan sa lalim ng inyong usapan. kung puro lokohan, asaran at tawanan lang, hindi mo lubusang naibabahagi ang iyong sarili. hindi mo lubusang nakikilala ang iyong mga nakakahalubilo. lahat naman ng tao maaring itago ang kanilang sarili sa maskara ng isang ngiti hindi ba? natutuwa ako at nalampasan na namin ang lebel ng asaran o mabababaw na usapan at chismisan, andun na kami sa kung saan ang aming totoong sarili na ang aming ipinapakita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gusto ko ng ganito. yung alam kong nakahanap ako ng isang tunay na kaibigan na maasahan ko kasi alam kong tinuturing din niya ako bilang isa. eh ano kung nasa gitna kami ng maulang oval? kung puro gamu-gamo at lamok sa paligid? cowboy naman ako eh. kahit saan pwedeng dalhin. kaladkarin kumbaga. ang mahalaga naman sakin ay kung sino ang kasama ko at ang aming kwentuhan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natutuwa lang ako pag alam kong "napag-open up" ko na ang tao sa akin. makakaasa naman na lahat ng lihim na nais ipatago sakin ay hinding-hindi na lalabas eh. sabi ko nga, basta kelangan ako, ng kasama, o ng karamay, sabihan lang agad ako. pwede rin akong tawagan sa aking private landline! hahaha! kung alam mo ito, ibig sabihin, komportable akong ibigay sayo ang numero ko.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;madami akong kaibigan as in.. pero iilan lang talaga dun ang pinagkakatiwalaan ko at pinagpakitaan ko na ng totoong ako.. sana madagdagan pa iyon... sana masa madami pang tambay sessions tulad ng kanina, tipong one-on-one at heart-to-heart =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-6215001373545302541?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/6215001373545302541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=6215001373545302541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/6215001373545302541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/6215001373545302541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2007/08/maskara.html' title='maskara'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-2943996890816222707</id><published>2007-08-11T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T09:48:33.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hula</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/fantastical/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are The Empress&lt;br /&gt;Beauty, happiness, pleasure, success, luxury, dissipation.&lt;br /&gt;The Empress is associated with Venus, the feminine planet, so it represents, beauty, charm, pleasure, luxury, and delight. You may be good at home decorating, art or anything to do with making things beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;The Empress is a creator, be it creation of life, of romance, of art or business. While the Magician is the primal spark, the idea made real, and the High Priestess is the one who gives the idea a form, the Empress is the womb where it gestates and grows till it is ready to be born. This is why her symbol is Venus, goddess of beautiful things as well as love. Even so, the Empress is more Demeter, goddess of abundance, then sensual Venus. She is the giver of Earthly gifts, yet at the same time, she can, in anger withhold, as Demeter did when her daughter, Persephone, was kidnapped. In fury and grief, she kept the Earth barren till her child was returned to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totoo nga ba ang hula? Hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone's closer to the truth... As in...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-2943996890816222707?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/2943996890816222707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=2943996890816222707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/2943996890816222707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/2943996890816222707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2007/08/hula.html' title='Hula'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-6215137541424606802</id><published>2007-08-11T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T09:45:50.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canada Trip (very long post)</title><content type='html'>As promised, my next entry would be that of my Canadian trip. And here it is.&lt;br /&gt;For everyone who has known me for quite some time, they'd be able to tell you that I'm such a daddy's little girl. Spoiled (but not rotten) by my dear parents. I never did anything for myself because they were always there to do it for me. But this trip had taught me a lot and the biggest lesson of all was Independence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember whenever we travel, all I had to do with the documents like embarkation card et al, was to sign my signature. My mom would end up filling everything out for me. Imagine my panic when I was not sure what answer I would place on the boxes. I also never packed for myself and my goodness, the stuff I brought from here + ALL those I bought from there were just left lying on the floor, unpacked. Packing is still something I cannot do properly. Good thing my tita was there to help me out. She's the best packer known to man, imagine she was able to pack a ceiling fan inside a luggage a few years ago? But I'm digressing. I had to fend for myself a lot when I was there. No one woke me up, fixed my itinerary, bought stuff for me, but me. Days and weeks before my departure, I was really a fret!  On the way to the airport, Mommy was still giving a lot of instructions on the WHATs and the WHATnots. Up until I have safely passed Philippine Customs, my parents were waiting outside the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine my happiness when I arrived in Hong Kong for a 3-hour layover! I was happily texting my kabarkada to tell her I was in HK already! I made it (although that was like 1/8 of the leg) but nevertheless, I was there. Another worry that came to me though was when the Pilot announced that as we were refuelling in Alaska, we had to disembark! I was a bit worried for my US visa expired in 2005 and I haven't renewed it yet. But then it was not a problem at all for they had a list of the passengers on board and we weren't going out of the airport anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arrival at Terminal 3 of the airport in Toronto, I was again a nervous wreck for I normally don't speak during immigration and customs check. Usually, I was just my parents' shadow (&lt;i&gt; iba ang meaning ng shadow dito ha... alam kong may hihirit sakin pag nabasa ito.. nefifeel ko na.. hahaha! :p &lt;/i&gt;) But this time, it was all me. So I fell in line. When I saw the Officer stationed at my queue, I panicked. And guess why?! Because he was so cute! And I might get tongue tied and forget my well-rehearsed speech like why I was visiting Canada or something to that effect. Lucky and unfortunately for me, Mr. Gwapo Officer's shift ended with the person before me. Mr. Average Officer was the one who interviewed me, so I got my accent and confidence back! &lt;i&gt; Nakakahinayang lang at nawala ang chance magpacute! :P &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Sue and her best friend Marija picked me up from the airport, and the rest as they say is history. It's very hard to fully share EVERY event, anecdote and funny experiences I had while I was there. But one thing's for sure though, I had FUN! I was able to spend time with my family there, who all treated me as their own. I miss them already. But another cousin is getting married in around 2 years, and guess who's willing to brave the 24 hour travel again to be there?! ME of course! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pictures of my Canadian adventure! It was all worth it! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Sightseeing all over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:240px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w90.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/6b834d33.pbw" height="240" width="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_logo.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshow?action=landing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_getyourown.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. Dinners and parties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:360px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w90.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/d228a973.pbw" height="240" width="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_logo.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/?action=view&amp;current=d228a973.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_viewshow.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshow?action=landing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_getyourown.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. Wedding Day: At the Church (St. Maximillian Kolbe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:250px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w90.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/38e276de.pbw" height="250" width="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_logo.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshow?action=landing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_getyourown.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Photoshoot at the Reception: Casa Loma&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:250px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w90.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/7c3de5e2.pbw" height="250" width="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_logo.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshow?action=landing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_getyourown.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. Reception proper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:360px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w90.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/8f81f698.pbw" height="240" width="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_logo.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/?action=view&amp;current=8f81f698.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_viewshow.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshow?action=landing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_getyourown.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, Mommy arrived last Monday and that was the first time I saw her since June 30. She also had a tremendous time with her South American tour. When she asked me, "So now that you can travel alone, internationally, would you?" I replied, "Of course! &lt;i&gt;Mana ata ako sayo..&lt;/i&gt;" I just hope I have a financier like her! Hahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-6215137541424606802?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/6215137541424606802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=6215137541424606802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/6215137541424606802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/6215137541424606802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2007/08/canada-trip-very-long-post.html' title='Canada Trip (very long post)'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-2907822475502635301</id><published>2007-08-01T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T13:49:03.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nonsense post</title><content type='html'>i hate silence. it's when i get to think alot. my programs are currently running. i'm on a different floor. work si more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how irony works at the most unexpected time. last june 30, i was on a plane ride to canada, where i spent 2 weeks of heaven (i'll create a different and more detailed entry on this). lasty july 30, i was sent to a different floor unexpectedly. and my world changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine that in a month's time, drastic changes happened. *sigh* one was filled with happiness, peace, serenity (big girls don't cry! yeah! =P) the other, STRESS! &lt;i&gt; sana this week lang... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now that i'm surrounded with silence, i get to think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple of entries ago, sometime last year, i shared a question asked to me by our daddy dba. daddy dba and i always talk through our internal messenger. i've shared quite a lot of things to him and vice-versa (&lt;i&gt;kaya nga i'm praying na hindi siya malasing, baka madaming maibunyag!&lt;/i&gt;). we were again discussing my current lovelife state. he was asking me how i am doing. and i told him that i'm very very confused. guess what he said in reply?! "wear the sorting hat. it might help!" hahaha! &lt;i&gt; ang corny&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought going away for a few weeks would clear up mymind. make things clearer. make choices easier. one choice is clear though, A is STILL the one. but that is not an option! so in the end, i'm still back to where i was before i left, in shambles! if only i can choose B, its easier and much more convenient! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i can't wait till the 2 long weekends of the month. i'll update about my canada trip next... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-2907822475502635301?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/2907822475502635301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=2907822475502635301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/2907822475502635301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/2907822475502635301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2007/08/nonsense-post.html' title='nonsense post'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-6721155674113946724</id><published>2007-06-29T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T23:20:20.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>off to see the wizard of ontario..</title><content type='html'>ang baduy ng title ko.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a few hours i'm going to leave for toronto. i'm a bit scared really. first time to travel ALONE and to such a distance at that. but, i never back down from a challenge. so i'll go go go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, i had a hard time saying goodbye. lots of goodbyes had been said tonight and it took sheer willpower to prevent the tears from falling but it sure did in the car! haha! haay time is really important and i wished i could divide myself and be in two places at the same time. nevertheless, life is really like that... hmmm, for those who are watching OTH season 4... i'm feeling like peyton really, hoping that what peyton was wishing for would also happen to me but it never did.. oh well it's a sign i guess... hahaha! so if you're interested in what i'm talking about, go watch! (i'm sure si kris alam to, hi music! alam ko mababasa mo to...)=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'm off to sleep and by the time i blog again, i'll either be in toronto already or back in manila.. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao and bon voyage to me! (",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-6721155674113946724?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/6721155674113946724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=6721155674113946724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/6721155674113946724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/6721155674113946724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2007/06/off-to-see-wizard-of-ontario.html' title='off to see the wizard of ontario..'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-7955291460885696723</id><published>2007-06-19T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T18:43:09.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing school</title><content type='html'>during one of our 20 questions sessions at work, i was asked to choose between school and work and i chose school. never mind if the list of schoolworks seemed endless or that we hardly slept at all. i would gladly take all that and more because of these...&lt;br /&gt;Il Pirata, Eastwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/DSC_2866.jpg" width=200 height=100 alt="" align="bottom"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/DSC_2858.jpg" width=200 height=100 alt="" align="bottom"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/DSC05461.jpg" width=200 height=100 alt="" align="bottom"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/DSC05457.jpg" width=200 height=100 alt="" align="bottom"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josephine's, Tagaytay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/DSC00185.jpg" width=200 height=100 alt="" align="bottom"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/DSC00184.jpg" width=200 height=100 alt="" align="bottom"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/DSC00191.jpg" width=200 height=100 alt="" align="bottom"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/DSC00198.jpg" width=200 height=100 alt="" align="bottom"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santuario de San Jose and Makati, Shang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/DSC_3149.jpg" width=200 height=100 alt="" align="bottom"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/DSC_3141.jpg" width=200 height=100 alt="" align="bottom"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/IMG_3676.jpg" width=100 height=200 alt="" align="bottom"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/IMG_3741.jpg" width=100 height=200 alt="" align="bottom"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/IMG_3671.jpg" width=100 height=200 alt="" align="bottom"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/IMG_3679.jpg" width=200 height=100 alt="" align="bottom"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/IMG_3680.jpg" width=200 height=100 alt="" align="bottom"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/IMG_3682.jpg" width=200 height=100 alt="" align="bottom"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/IMG_3772.jpg" width=200 height=100 alt="" align="bottom"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these all happened because our dear Redge came home from the States! It felt like college once more! And I really liked that feeling! (",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-7955291460885696723?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/7955291460885696723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=7955291460885696723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/7955291460885696723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/7955291460885696723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2007/06/missing-school.html' title='missing school'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-4622094023311987928</id><published>2007-06-10T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T20:59:22.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>change of plans</title><content type='html'>a couple of entries back, i wrote about going to canada with my parents for my cousin's wedding. some disappointing turn of events changed the plans. now, i'm off to canada &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;alone!&lt;/span&gt; breathe in breathe out. ok i'm feeling a mixture of anxiety and excitement as this would be my first time &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; to travel alone. but, as my friends tell me, it would be an adventure! and it might be the final key for me to be really independent, so why not. and thank god for dear mother, who may not be with me in presence during the trip, but would be with me through the "allowance" she's giving me that i could spend while there! yey! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for my dear mother, hahahah! i'm jealous! apparently, she got "depressed" with the fact that she got denied a visa in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; country, despite her travel history.  and so to "appease" her, my dad allowed her to travel to the only continent she hasn't been to yet, except for antarctica that is, south america! i'm so jealous! her trip is worth thrice of mine! and twice as long! the duration of my whole trip will be from june 30 til july 14 while hers would be from july 12 til august 10! imagine that we won't see each other for quite some time!  she's going to peru, brazil, argentina, ecuador and colombia (not sure of the last 2 countries but she said she's going to 5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for my poor dad, hahahah! he'll go home to batangas or quezon! he'd rather stay and rest in the province than be anywhere else. i asked him why he's not coming with mom and he told me he's too old to travel for a long time, a week or two is fine but a month?! that would be very hard on his health. so he requested a US trip with mom come september for his bday, and again i'm jealous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayang, it would be more fun to travel with those two pa naman! and a really funny thing my mom told me, "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sabihin mo sa tito mo, pinapayagan ka namin magstay out late ha! wala kang curfew! kasi baka maging strict sayo knowing na wala kami&lt;/span&gt;" isn't she a darling? how i love them both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/DSC00360.jpg" width=300 height=300 alt="" align="bottom" title="in one of our trips abroad"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see how we color-coordinate our clothes? hahaha! this i'll surely miss! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-4622094023311987928?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/4622094023311987928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=4622094023311987928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/4622094023311987928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/4622094023311987928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2007/06/change-of-plans.html' title='change of plans'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-2284451919971161267</id><published>2007-06-07T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T20:09:31.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waking up</title><content type='html'>it has been one hell of a ride. thank you. but there comes a point in one's life where one needs to wake up from a dream. to realize that the dream will remain to be such and  one should just give up and move on. one should be mature enough to realize that one cannot have everything she wants. this is me growing up. this is me accepting a fact. this is me, giving way. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-2284451919971161267?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/2284451919971161267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=2284451919971161267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/2284451919971161267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/2284451919971161267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2007/06/waking-up.html' title='waking up'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-1104236245347570058</id><published>2007-05-31T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T21:47:42.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paglisan</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/GandaCousins.jpg" width=300 height=300 alt="" align="bottom" title="the bride and i"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bakit ba ang tagal pa ng june 30? gustong-gusto ko ng umalis. nakakuha na ako ang visa sa Canada bilang turista. ikakasal ang aking pinsan at ako ay magiging abay. 2 linggo ako sa canada. 9 na araw sa toronto at mississauga kapiling ang aking mga kamag-anak habang ang nalalabing araw ay gagamitin namin para mamasyal sa vancouver. tour ba. mag-isa akong uuwi dahil mananatili pa ang aking mga magulang sa vancouver para sa isang tour all over. pagkatapos nun ay lilipad sila at magbabakasyon pa sa Amerika! naiinggit ako. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero ok lang yun. kelangan ko lang talaga lumayo. ng panahon mag-isip tungkol sa mga bagay-bagay. masyado ng napupuno ang utak ko ng kung anu-anong mga isipin. hindi ko naman araw-araw nakakasama ang matalik kong kaibigan kaya't hindi ko mailabas ang lahat ng aking nararamdaman. pahapyaw kung aking ilabas kaya't nahihirapan ako paminsan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/DSC04679.jpg" width=300 height=300 alt="" align="bottom" title="my neighbor and i"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isa sa mga taong nakakakilala sa aking mabuti ang uuwi mula sa amerika upang magbakasyon pagkatapos ng isang taong paninirahan doon. naiinggit ako sa kanya. gusto ko ng umalis at tumira sa malayong lugar. kelangan ko lang lumayo. period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haay. kelangan ko ng &lt;i&gt;change of scenery&lt;/i&gt;. yung tahimik. yung walang maingay. &lt;i&gt; i really can't wait. i have to go. i have to.&lt;/i&gt; at sana lang pag malayo na ako, maging malinaw na lahat. matutuhan ang dapat matutuhan. kalimutan ang mga dapat kalimutan! waaah! gusto ko na umalis!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-1104236245347570058?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/1104236245347570058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=1104236245347570058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/1104236245347570058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/1104236245347570058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2007/05/paglisan.html' title='paglisan'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-4528960036439004551</id><published>2007-05-29T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T22:08:10.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an update</title><content type='html'>i can't believe how fast time flew by. sportsfest is now officially over, culminating at the Soluziona outing this weekend. now, we're left with a lot of time on our hands. i haven't updated much but recent turn of events have inspired me to do so. my blog has been discovered by my friends and the topic of creative writing has sprung up during one such pop conversation. and so because of a certain plan to name a blog &lt;i&gt; Memoirs of a [insert name of friend rhyming with GEISHA] &lt;/i&gt;, i was inspired to write an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't have a specific topic in mind. but with a lot of free time on our hands, i'm left to wonder what i'm going to do with it. if only i had someone special, i probably would spend a lot of my free time with him. i don't have anything against the company of my friends, it's just that i feel it would be more fun to have that special someone you can invite to movies or to go shopping or just simply to talk with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder, is my lack of lovelife my fault too? people think i'm agressive or &lt;i&gt;pa-cute&lt;/i&gt; especially in the presence of my crushes. hahaha! i'm only like that when its nothing serious or i know that nothing can ever come out of it. but when it comes to those i've had serious feelings for, i become &lt;i&gt;torpe&lt;/i&gt;. if people would take notice, they'd figure out who i really like coz it is only with that person i act differently! i have always been like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the topic of friends becoming lovers have come up one too many times in different bonding conversations: may it be through pop, tambay, coffee, dinner. and i've noticed that a lot of my friends prefer going through being friends first before moving on to the next level. one thing that always comes up in the course of the conversation is the word risk. how can one go to the next level when there are risks involved? personally speaking, i've liked a lot of friends but never had the guts to admit how i felt. now it left me wondering about the what-ifs although its too late for regrets. i've been witness to how friendships have blossomed into relationships and how sweet and kilig it is. but i've also seen how friendships have become awkward after admitting one's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that in mind, how will i ever get a lovelife? &lt;i&gt; ako pa naman yung tipo na bihira lang magkagusto ng seryosohan pero pag tinamaan, taon ang binibilang!&lt;/i&gt; i have a lot of crushes, and my friends can attest to that but the really serious ones, rarely... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having feelings for someone is so hard especially if you don't know where you stand. i have a very good gut feel, i was never wrong when it comes to guessing who likes whom (promise those i've guessed a few years back admitted that they did feel that way back then). but when it comes to me &lt;i&gt; parang iba&lt;/i&gt;. i cannot second-guess whether he likes me back or i'm just being, in trick's terms, a &lt;i&gt;feelingera!&lt;/i&gt; there are instances kasi that i'd feel special, making me wonder if the guy really has feelings for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really confused. a part of me wants to be honest with the way i feel. my friends keep on telling me to learn from past mistakes. but am i ready? i really don't know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-4528960036439004551?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/4528960036439004551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=4528960036439004551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/4528960036439004551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/4528960036439004551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2007/05/update.html' title='an update'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-1273534649208660944</id><published>2007-04-13T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T10:22:06.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cold feet</title><content type='html'>Wow it has been quite a while since I blogged. I am currently at home, on a Friday, resting. I played badminton last night, that's why. I wouldn't normally stop that from making me go to work but because I'm playing tonight for the sportsfest, I chose to rest. Okay let me start from the very beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In February, my SZ friends and I started playing badminton. BUt you can ask them, I never took it seriously. I wouldn't even TRY to run after the shuttlecock. I let my always-partner Nathan run after it. Then, the levelling for badminton came. Levelling is where people would play against each other then those from Level A would watch and decide on which badminton level you should be. For the Soluziona sportsfest, there are only 3 levels: A, B, C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, newbies are placed in C especially if they do not play at all. THose who were in level C last year would move up to B. Only select people become level A, and they are the really good ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had myself levelled, and I knew deep down I'm gonna be in Level C. Duh! With the way I move? Haha! After the levelling, my team, which is Sevilla, started practicing with team Madrid at Platinum. There, Sir Jing started teaching me the different badminton skills he has mastered. And people have told me that anyone Sir Jing teaches goes on to become a Level A player someday. In two practices, I planted crops, I did a drive, I cleared, I lobbied, I learned the footwork. All these happened in the last 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this week, right after holy week, I got a pop message from Lori, one of our Level A players, asking me if I could play in tonight's game against Bilbao. BUT, I have to play in the Level B since they saw my improvement and I cannot play in C for fear of being contested. They will be pairing me with Daddy Divino a strong Level B player and my friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this being said, I started losing sleep. By wednesday this week, Sir Jing already told me who we are up against in Bilbao and that they ARE a very strong team, belonging in the higher B level. So he suggested we practice again and that he will teach me strategies for he knows their weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what happened last night. We practiced short services, clearing drop shots and even returning drives from the opponents. It was tiring and funny at the same time. My friends heard every little comment, from "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Masyadong mataas&lt;/span&gt;" "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Out yan!&lt;/span&gt;" to "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nice!"&lt;/span&gt;, "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ganyan lang&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I am now having cold feet. Everyone would be watching, especially my "coach" and its going to be quite a pressured game! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mamaya na yun!!!!&lt;/span&gt; Oh well, just wish me luck. I am not expecting to win but I sure hope I do not fumble and look stupid while playing in the court. I do not wish to give scores to the opponent by missing the easy shots! No can do! Argh! The pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm about to go and take a bath now. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Half day leave lang ako, hindi whole day.&lt;/span&gt; Hehehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-1273534649208660944?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/1273534649208660944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=1273534649208660944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/1273534649208660944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/1273534649208660944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2007/04/cold-feet.html' title='cold feet'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-526387914837629209</id><published>2007-03-10T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T10:57:49.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insensitivity</title><content type='html'>If there's one thing that really pisses me off the most, it's insensitivity. I know joke times, &lt;i&gt;asarans, tuksuhans&lt;/i&gt; cannot be avoided and those who get &lt;i&gt;pikon&lt;/i&gt; would always be &lt;i&gt;talo&lt;/i&gt;. I know that. But what irks me the most is that people still think you're joking when you're already serious with what you're saying. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Na nagpaparinig ka na talaga, niloloko ka pa at sasabihin pa sayo "gusto ko may luha"&lt;/span&gt; What kind of a comment is that anyway? Does that mean someone has to cry to prove that she's really offended and serious with that she's saying? Stupid people like that should just get hit by a truck or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really really pissed. Grrrr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-526387914837629209?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/526387914837629209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=526387914837629209' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/526387914837629209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/526387914837629209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2007/03/insensitivity.html' title='Insensitivity'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-117168129938274937</id><published>2007-02-17T10:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T11:01:39.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one and only you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;by: parokya ni edgar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took one look&lt;br /&gt;And forever laid out in front of me&lt;br /&gt;One smile and I died&lt;br /&gt;Only to be revived by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There i was&lt;br /&gt;Thought i had everything figured out&lt;br /&gt;Goes to show just how much i know&lt;br /&gt;'bout the way life plays out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I take one step away&lt;br /&gt;but i find myself coming back to you&lt;br /&gt;My one and only, one and only you...ooh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i know&lt;br /&gt;That i know not a thing at all&lt;br /&gt;Except the fact that i am yours&lt;br /&gt;And that you are mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh&lt;br /&gt;They told me that this wouldn't be easy&lt;br /&gt;And no&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one to complain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus 2X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-117168129938274937?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/117168129938274937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=117168129938274937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/117168129938274937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/117168129938274937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2007/02/one-and-only-you_17.html' title='one and only you'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-117059703674710119</id><published>2007-02-04T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T19:09:41.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#1 Fan</title><content type='html'>Let it be known, that even before she conquers the Philippines and even the world, She was my classmate and is a friend of mine since High school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="" src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/DSC03954.jpg" width="300" align="bottom" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Ms, over-achiever, aka Anna Theresa Licaros is someone I personally know. Apparently, I'm not her only fan. Hundreds and hundreds of people chance upon my lil blog over here when they google cutie pie, my name for her, as i am her sweetie pie! heheheh! Yes, almost a third of all the people who view my blog are people who enter "tere licaros" on their search engines! I can imagine how the count will double as I am now actually writing an entry about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That girl is an achiever ever since. She was our class valedictorian, AA batch 2001. She graduated summa cum laude from UP Diliman batch 2005 and was the one who delivered the valedictory speech during the graduation ceremonies. She was also a part of the Ten Outstanding Students of the Philippines! Amazing, isn't she? And that is not enough, she's currently enrolled at the UP Law School. What more can she add to her growing list of achievements? Being a beauty queen perhaps? Heheheh! Lica here, is actually a contestant at the upcoming Bb. Pilipinas 2007 pageant LANG NAMAN! Oh diba beauty and brains! All of you readers, especially those who go out of their way to google her, support natin siya. The pageant is on March 3! Check this &lt;a href="http://www.mabuhaybeauties.com"&gt;link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty pretty girl! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so proud. Hmmmm. Now, I'm just waiting for my viewer count to double. In fairness, people who google her come all the way from New York or even Europe! hehehe! Way to go Cutie Pie! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: (mar. 4, 2007) She won the Pageant and became Bb. Pilipinas - Universe 2007! =) amazing... =) Go # 9!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href = "http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z10wcAqgi-A" target = "new"&gt;Q&amp;A Portion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-117059703674710119?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/117059703674710119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=117059703674710119' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/117059703674710119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/117059703674710119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2007/02/1-fan.html' title='#1 Fan'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-116869605760187871</id><published>2007-01-13T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T22:27:25.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year post</title><content type='html'>It's the start of another year and normally, people would be setting new goals for themselves. Things they want to achieve this year. Things they want to change in themselves. In short, the new year ushers a chance for people to achieve what they were not able to do so the previous year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never believed in New Year's resolutions coz I for one, can't last a week without breaking them. Hehehe! And the lesson I've learned from even attempting to do my resolutions is this: &lt;b&gt;IT'S EASIER SAID THAN DONE.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this year did start out with a bang. But it's not the kind of bang that I welcomed. Hahahaha! Work has never been as stressful as these past two weeks. &lt;i&gt;Super dami ng work!&lt;/i&gt; My dermatologist was complaining this afternoon. She told me that she hasn't seen my face as pimple-ridden as it is now. And I agree! Sometimes, I end up staring at my face in front of my mirror wondering what the heck happened to it. And because of this, I have to come back for a follow-up next week. This never happened to me before. I'd normally go back to my derma every quarter or so but now i have to come back in a week. What a way to start the year, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this, I've decided I needed a break. I want to go to the beach or anywhere away from the city for at least a weekend. If only I can find the perfect destination with the perfect company to go with it. PAGING my friends!!! Hahahahah! Let's go out of town, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget, &lt;b&gt;H A P P Y  N E W  Y E A R&lt;/b&gt; everyone! And although I don't believe in resolutions, I do believe in wishes. So I hope that we all get our wishes fulfilled this year. &lt;i&gt;Isa lang naman ang akin eh. &lt;/i&gt; Whatever that is, well, you'll all find out once it gets fulfilled. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, and this was how I spent the Holidays! Fun Fun Fun! =) Just hover your mouse over the pics for descriptions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/1.jpg" width=200 height=150 alt="" align="bottom" title="Meralco IS-CIA Christmas Party"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/2.jpg" width=200 height=150 alt="" align="bottom" title="Meralco IS-CIA Christmas Party"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/4.jpg" width=200 height=150 alt="" align="bottom" title="Soluziona Christmas Party"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/5.jpg" width=200 height=150 alt="" align="bottom" title="Soluziona Christmas Party"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/6.jpg" width=200 height=150 alt="" align="bottom" title="SZ Friends Christmas Dinner"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/7.jpg" width=200 height=150 alt="" align="bottom" title="SZ Friends Christmas Dinner"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/3.jpg" width=150 height=200 alt="" align="bottom" title="Meralco Christmas Free Day"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/8.jpg" width=200 height=150 alt="" align="bottom" title="Block S3 Christmas Dinner"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/9.jpg" width=200 height=150 alt="" align="bottom" title="Block S3 Christmas Dinner"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/10.jpg" width=200 height=150 alt="" align="bottom" title="Block S3 Christmas Dinner"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-116869605760187871?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/116869605760187871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=116869605760187871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/116869605760187871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/116869605760187871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year-post.html' title='Happy New Year post'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-116631444331221398</id><published>2006-12-17T07:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T08:14:03.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's christmas all over the world....</title><content type='html'>if there's one holiday being shared by all, it's Christmas. unlike independence days wherein each country has their own specific dates to commemmorate it, Christmas is the same for everyone, December 25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time indeed flew by so fast. i couldn't believe how in 8 days, the world will be celebrating christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been very busy the past month or so, ever since soluziona sportsfest started. ever since the ultimate frisbee clinic, my interest for the sport increased. i would watch the games just to better understand the sport. i must admit i'm slowly being addicted to it, staying after work to watch games deemed to be good. i also joined our team in the games and although i can't walk the following day, i enjoyed the game. the sportsfest is indeed a good way to bond with colleagues, especially those who are assigned in projects as far as roxas blvd, and even spain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can now personally attest how Christmas can drain most of your savings over the year. with dinners, lunches, christmas shopping and inaanaks all lined up during the season, 13th-month pays and christmas bonuses are not enough. it'll even make u wonder where the heck you spent your money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas party season had officially begun. and all i can say is i'm having the most fun! i don't care anymore if i don't have much sleep, or if my mind wanders during work. i just love the spirit of christmas, especially this year. christmas is a season of love and a season of happiness and so we have to celebrate it as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is happy. life is indeed fun! =) and if i don't get to blog soon enough, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS and a HAPPY NEW YEAR to all of you!&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for pictures, go to my &lt;a href="http://peperoo.multiply.com"&gt;multiply&lt;/a&gt;.. hopefully, you're a contact to be able to view my pics =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-116631444331221398?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/116631444331221398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=116631444331221398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/116631444331221398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/116631444331221398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-christmas-all-over-world.html' title='it&apos;s christmas all over the world....'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-116322476261993572</id><published>2006-11-11T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T13:59:22.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chasing cars</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;by snow patrol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll do it all &lt;br /&gt;Everything &lt;br /&gt;On our own &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't need &lt;br /&gt;Anything &lt;br /&gt;Or anyone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I lay here &lt;br /&gt;If I just lay here &lt;br /&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't quite know &lt;br /&gt;How to say &lt;br /&gt;How I feel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those three words &lt;br /&gt;I said too much &lt;br /&gt;They're not enough &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I lay here &lt;br /&gt;If I just lay here &lt;br /&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget what we're told &lt;br /&gt;Before we get too old &lt;br /&gt;Show me a garden that's bursting into life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's waste time &lt;br /&gt;Chasing cars &lt;br /&gt;Around our heads &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need your grace &lt;br /&gt;To remind me &lt;br /&gt;To find my own &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I lay here &lt;br /&gt;If I just lay here &lt;br /&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget what we're told &lt;br /&gt;Before we get too old &lt;br /&gt;Show me a garden that's bursting into life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I am &lt;br /&gt;All that I ever was &lt;br /&gt;Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where &lt;br /&gt;Confused about how as well &lt;br /&gt;Just know that these things will never change for us at all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I lay here &lt;br /&gt;If I just lay here &lt;br /&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-116322476261993572?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/116322476261993572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=116322476261993572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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entries in my previous blog and i was laughing at my silliness. funny because i was so careful in naming people esp. crushes in my entries that even i cannot identify who i was talking about now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i started jogging last week with my friends from work. promptly at 5pm, or at least hubert and i do (sorry nathan hehe! ), we would leave our desks and go wait for nathan at the lobby. we would then drive to jolly, the gym facilities of meralco, and change clothes there. our route would start from there, then to gate 1, then in front of Lopez bldg, then the main road, then gate 2 then back to jolly. Meralco compound is quite big so don't think what we're doing is chicken feet. PLUS my body has been dormant for years. the last time i ran was during my running class in college, sophomore year. ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soluziona's sportsfest is starting in a few weeks and so they are offering a free ultimate frisbee clinic which me and cha will join on friday. hahaha! i just wanna try it out. i'm becoming quite the athlete. hahahaha! you'll all be shocked at the sports and categories i'm quite forced to join this sportsfest! i'll discuss more of that when it's actually happening already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm quite happy these days. it's hard to explain everything so i wouldn't even try to. i'm just goin to share that i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas is just around the corner and Mariah Carey's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;All I Want For Christmas is You&lt;/span&gt; is on repeat on my winamp, when i'm at work and on my ipod, when i'm elsewhere. I just can't help but feel the season this early. Why wouldn't I? I'm in the logistics committee of our Meralco Department's Christmas party and from the looks of it, it would be a very fun party! can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, i referred my besty Melbs &lt;a href="http://www.datejoaquin.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. HAHAHAHAHAHHHA! it sure looks like fun. hope she gets picked! hahahahahahahah! she's actually killing me now in YM! mwahahahahahhahahahah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is fun! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-116290714706425773?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/116290714706425773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=116290714706425773' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/116290714706425773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/116290714706425773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2006/11/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-116020661869426340</id><published>2006-10-07T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T17:26:01.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things</title><content type='html'>Since i will be turning 23 in a few days, i think this survey is very apt...&lt;br /&gt;Got this from &lt;a href="http://kelay.blogspot.com"&gt;kelay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(100) Things I Have Lived Through&lt;br /&gt;Put numbers instead of x's (1, 2, 3, 4...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] I have read a lot of books.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have been on some sort of varsity team.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have run more than 2 miles without stopping.&lt;br /&gt;[2] I have been to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3] I have been to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;[4] I have watched cartoons for hours.&lt;br /&gt;[5] I have tripped UP the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have fallen down an entire flight of stairs.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have been snowboarding/skiing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[6] I have played ping pong.&lt;br /&gt;[7] I swam in the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;[8] I have been on a whale watch.&lt;br /&gt;[9] I have seen fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10] I have seen a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;[11] I have seen a meteor shower.&lt;br /&gt;[12] I have almost drowned.&lt;br /&gt;[13] I have been so embarrassed I wanted to disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[14] I have listened to one CD over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;[15] I have had stitches.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have had frostbite.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have licked a frozen pole and got stuck there.&lt;br /&gt;[16] I have stayed up til 2 (and beyond) doing homework/projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[17] I have been ice skating.&lt;br /&gt;[18] I have been rollerblading.&lt;br /&gt;[19] I have fallen flat on my face.&lt;br /&gt;[20] I have tripped over my own two feet.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have been in a fist fight.&lt;br /&gt;[21] I have played videogames for more than 3 hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;[22] I have watched the Power Rangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I attend Church regularly.&lt;br /&gt;[23] I have played truth or dare.&lt;br /&gt;[24] I have already had my 16th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;[25] I have already had my 17th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;[26] I've called someone stupid.&lt;br /&gt;[27] I've been in a verbal argument.&lt;br /&gt;[28] I've cried in school.&lt;br /&gt;[29] I've played basketball on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've played baseball on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've played football on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've played soccer on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've done cheerleading on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've played softball on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've played volleyball on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've played tennis on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been on a track or cross country team.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been swimming more than 20 times in my life.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've bungee jumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I've climbed a rock wall.&lt;br /&gt;[30] I've lost more than $20.&lt;br /&gt;[31] I've called myself an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;[32] I've called someone else an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;[33] I've cried myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;[34] I've had (or have) pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[35] I've owned a Spice Girls CD/cassette.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've owned a Britney Spears CD.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've owned an N*Sync CD.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've owned a Backstreet Boys CD.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've mooned someone.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have sworn/yelled at someone of authority before.&lt;br /&gt;[36] I've been in the newspaper. (school newspaper nga lang :p)&lt;br /&gt;[37] I've been on TV. (sabi ni melbs nakita daw kami sa Game 1 ng ADMU-UST finals)&lt;br /&gt;[38] I've been to Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;[39] I've eaten sushi.&lt;br /&gt;[40] I've been on the other side of a waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;[41] I've watched all of the Lord of the Rings movies.&lt;br /&gt;[42] I've watched all the Harry Potter movies.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've watched all of the Rocky movies.&lt;br /&gt;[43] I've watched the 3 stooges.&lt;br /&gt;[44] I've watched "Newlyweds" Nick &amp; Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;[45] I've watched Looney Tunes.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been stuffed into a locker/I have stuffed others into lockers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[46] I've been called a geek.&lt;br /&gt;[47] I've studied hard for a test and got a bad grade.&lt;br /&gt;[48] I've not studied at all for a test and aced it.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've hugged my mom within the past 24 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've hugged my dad within the past 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;[49] I've met a celebrity/music artist.&lt;br /&gt;[50] I've written poetry.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been arrested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[51] I've been attracted to someone much older than me.&lt;br /&gt;[52] I've been tickled till I've cried.&lt;br /&gt;[53] I've tickled someone else until they cried.&lt;br /&gt;[54] I've had/have siblings.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been to a rock concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[55] I've listened to classical music and enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;[56] I've been in a play.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been picked last in gym class.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been picked first in gym class.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been picked in that middle-range in gym class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[57] I've cried in front of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;[58] I've read a book longer than 1,000 pages.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've played Halo 2.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've freaked out over a sports game.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been to Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been to China.&lt;br /&gt;[59] I've been to Spain.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been to Japan.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've had a fight with someone on AIM/MSN.&lt;br /&gt;[60] I've had a fight with someone face-to-face.&lt;br /&gt;[61] I've had serious conversations on any IM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[62] I've forgiven someone who has done something wrong to me.&lt;br /&gt;[63] I've been forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;[64] I've screamed at a scary movie.&lt;br /&gt;[65] I've cried at a chick flick.&lt;br /&gt;[66] I've watched a lot of action movies.&lt;br /&gt;[67] I've screamed at the top of my lungs.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been to a rap concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been to a hip hop concert.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've lived in more than 2 houses.&lt;br /&gt;[68] I've driven on the highway/been on the highway.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've driven more than 40 miles in a day/been in a car that went more than 40 miles in a day.&lt;br /&gt;[69] I've been in a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I've done drugs.&lt;br /&gt;[70] I've been homesick.&lt;br /&gt;[71] I've thrown up.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've puked on someone.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've gone horseback riding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I've filled out more than 10 MySpace/LJ surveys.&lt;br /&gt;[72] I've spoken my mind in public.&lt;br /&gt;[73] I've proven someone wrong.&lt;br /&gt;[74] I've been proven wrong by someone.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've broken a leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I've broken an arm.&lt;br /&gt;[75] I've fallen off a swing.&lt;br /&gt;[76] I've swung on a swing for more than 30 minutes straight&lt;br /&gt;[] I've watched Winnie the Pooh movies.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've forgotten my backpack when I've gone to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[77] I've lost my backpack.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've come close to dying.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've seen someone die.&lt;br /&gt;[78] I've known someone who has died.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've wanted to be an actor/actress at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I've done modeling.&lt;br /&gt;[79] I've forgotten to brush my teeth some mornings.&lt;br /&gt;[80] I've taken something/someone for granted.&lt;br /&gt;[81] I've realized how good my life is.&lt;br /&gt;[82] I've counted my blessings.&lt;br /&gt;[83] I've made fun of a classmate.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been asked out by someone and I said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I've slapped someone in the face.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been skateboarding.&lt;br /&gt;[84] I've been backstabbed by someone I thought was a friend.&lt;br /&gt;[85] I've lied to someone to their face.&lt;br /&gt;[86] I've told a little white lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I've taken a day off from school just so I don't go insane.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've fainted.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've had an argument with someone about whether cheerleading is a sport or not.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've pushed someone into a pool.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been pushed into a pool.&lt;br /&gt;[87] I've been/am in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XS: not a bad 23 years for me, eh? for friends reading this, i only have 5 things on my bday wishlist (parinig lang.. )&lt;br /&gt;1. a shih tzu&lt;br /&gt;2. a Nokia 6131&lt;br /&gt;3. an Ateneo jacket (not the sweater)&lt;br /&gt;4. a trip to Camiguin (with all the works like white water rafting and zipline)&lt;br /&gt;5. si _ _ _ _ _ _ :p HAHAHHAHAHAHA! (only those super close to me are in the know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;edit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my ateneo jacket! thanks to Melbs and Philip =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-116020661869426340?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/116020661869426340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=116020661869426340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/116020661869426340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/116020661869426340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2006/10/100-things.html' title='100 things'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-115987399072746841</id><published>2006-10-03T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T19:13:10.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ulan</title><content type='html'>malimit masama ang konotasyon sa ulan. hinahalintulad ito sa mga problema o suliranin. hindi nga ba't ang unos o bagyo ay konotasyon ng isang matinding problema. ang pagdating ni milenyo ay isa sa may pinakalamaking pinsala sa mga bagyong naranasan ko sa aking buong buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kasalukuyan akong nasa opisina noong kasagsagan ng bagyo. nakikita namin mula sa ika-4 na palapag ng aming opisina kung gaano kalakas ang hangin. ang mga puno sa paligid ay nabungkal na at nagsibagsakan sa mga kotse ng aking kapwa empleyado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gayunpaman, masaya para sa akin ang ulan. napapawi nito ang init sa katawan. atatandaan ko kung gaano ako kalimit maligo sa ulan nung ako'y bata pa. ang sarap sarap sa pakiramdam. lalo na kung may kasama ka at sabay kayong nababasa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaay kay saya tlgang maligo sa ulan. diba romantic din yun?! hahahahaha! wala lang. wala tlga akong punto. sa umpisa lang mukang meron pero wala! WALA! WALA! sige yun lang. iniengganyo ko lamang kayong maligo sa ulan kasama ng inyong minamahal kasi mukha siyang masaya! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-115987399072746841?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/115987399072746841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=115987399072746841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/115987399072746841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/115987399072746841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2006/10/ulan.html' title='ulan'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-115684949355284846</id><published>2006-08-29T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T19:04:53.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stagefright</title><content type='html'>in exactly a month from now, i would have to face one of my fears. soluziona will be having its anniversary party on sept. 29. in line with that, all the newbies would have to perform a production number. we're all divided into groups and we would have to come up with a number in accordance to the theme. guess what the theme is: CASINO! yes you've read it right. what the hell?! do chicago or moulin rouge come to mind?! eek! scare! haay, we have to submit a proposal by thursday of what we plan to do. the committee specifically said that they do not recommend doing a skit as it tends to become boring. so its either a dance number, a song number or a combination of both. god help me! AND the costume?! let's not go there. the dress code should also be in line with the theme. i actually suggested that i come covered in poker chips! HAHAHA! just kidding! i still have to come up with something, but not as flashy as those cancan girls! i'll just prolly wear the costume for the production number for the rest of the night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, mi mommy got back from her tour of south africa! i'm jealous! so that was her 3rd trip this year! i wish ganyan din lifestyle ko when i get older! haha! oooh, i got lotsa trinkets and jewelry, at ivory pa pero i'd rather be on the trip with her... oh well! someday i'll go to those places as well =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-115684949355284846?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/115684949355284846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=115684949355284846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/115684949355284846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/115684949355284846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2006/08/stagefright.html' title='stagefright'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-115512559216276715</id><published>2006-08-09T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T20:13:12.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got my appetite back.. Even if only for awhile..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Those who really know me would know how much i can really eat, especially rice! As in! &lt;em&gt;karpintera nga daw ako kasi ang lakas ko kumain ng rice eh&lt;/em&gt;. But lately, i haven't eaten my "normal" amount of meal. My officemates actually believe i eat very little. Some of them would even volunteer to share food with me, thinking i eat very little. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last night, i ate so much my stomach actually hurt! I guess one big factor is the presence of my friends from netlogic. I missed aice, carol and jade siguro that's why eating with them made me ganado again! Too bad my honey joyce wasn't there.  Melbs was also there but i don't miss her much coz i get to see her often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a blast swapping stories about life, love and work. Too bad aice had to leave early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best was yet to come. The plan was that after dinner, i'm going home and the three of them would head on to ateneo cov courts to watch the basketball game of the netlogic boys. it has been awhile since i've showed my face sa boys so i thought i wasn't ready yet. pero carol asked me if i wanted to come with them.&lt;em&gt; para daw mawala na ang awkwardness, besides andun naman daw sila&lt;/em&gt;. i was surprised with myself when i said "&lt;em&gt;sige tara&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got there, i was really nervous coz i didn't know what to expect. but i was so touched coz they gave me welcoming hugs. they are still the same funny people i worked with. at least now, we could hang out once again, &lt;em&gt;kahit pa iniwan ko sila&lt;/em&gt;.  (its hard to explain everything that happened)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know for a fact that i slept with a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for lunch today, i'm back to my small appetite... haay.. i dunno why kasi good company din naman kasama ko.. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-115512559216276715?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/115512559216276715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=115512559216276715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/115512559216276715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/115512559216276715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-got-my-appetite-back-even-if-only.html' title='I got my appetite back.. Even if only for awhile..'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-115355216709479997</id><published>2006-07-22T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T15:09:27.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>commit;</title><content type='html'>i was being a geek yesterday. doing my SQL work and in the process of inserting records into a table, something happened to my screen so i had to approach our DBA and ask about it. he went to my desk, looked at the screen and said, "hala ka..." so i got scared. then he said, "hindi ok lang yan. tawagin mo ako kapag may lumabas na # of records created." so i said, "thanks sir!" after a while it stopped and the line '# of rows created.' appeared. i called our DBA to check it out. he said, "okay na yan. i-commit mo na." ever since i started, i never did the commit; statement. kasi once commit; final na yun eh. i'm scared na baka mali gawa ko tapos commit ko na. so i typed 'commit;' pero could not press enter. the DBA asked me, "oh bakit ayaw mo pa i-commit?" i replied, "everytime i hear it kasi i get scared." he said, "sige okay lng yan." and so i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our DBA went back to his desk, faced me and said, "intrigahin lang kita peper. takot ka ba sa commitment?" he asked me in front of a teammate/friend. my friend laughed. i laughed and said, "actually..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from 3pm onwards, i was contemplating on that question. was i really afraid of commitments? HA! maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-115355216709479997?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/115355216709479997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=115355216709479997' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/115355216709479997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/115355216709479997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2006/07/commit.html' title='commit;'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-115192183428670221</id><published>2006-07-03T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T18:17:14.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peace of mind</title><content type='html'>it's been more than a month now since my last entry. the changes i was talking about have taken place. i've been working in soluziona for 3 weeks now and am having the time of my life. the workload isn't easy although it's bearable. i've met lots of new friends who i'm hanging out with after work. hopefully, i found the place where i belong. (naks parang GMA7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eto na lang muna for now. nothing juicy to share just yet. although my first week in soluziona, i almost fell off my chair, tripped in front of a teammate and slipped sa hallway, in full view of the guard! hahaha! o diba? what a first week! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-115192183428670221?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/115192183428670221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=115192183428670221' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/115192183428670221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/115192183428670221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2006/07/peace-of-mind.html' title='peace of mind'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-114916602682995807</id><published>2006-06-01T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T20:47:06.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>changes</title><content type='html'>correct me if i'm wrong, but i believe there's a saying that goes "&lt;i&gt;the only constant thing is CHANGE&lt;/i&gt;" or sumthing to that extent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of stuff has happened the last two months. i resigned from work last april. it was one of the hardest decisions i've made. i had to leave behind good friends but it's just something i had to do for myself. it was sad but one thing kept me afloat, it's the thought of a summer vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so just like a student on summer vacation, i went around. i went to batangas with my HS kada. i went to quezon with my family. i went to liliw with family friends. i went to puerto galera with college friends. the last week was spent with good friends as we embrace the biggest changes about to happen in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my good friends left already for the US as an immigrant. although we spent alot of late nights out, making the most of time we had left, it was all worth it (just imagine owl-like eyebags! heh) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was also given the chance to catch up with friends from HS, who through small world connections, are friends with my college friends. so we went to visit a friend's coffehouse in malate. laughtrip! we talked about the changes in our lives. 2 of whom resigned as preschool teachers to go back to school (one in the US, the other in UP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the start of another month, the start of the change in seasons... a signal for big changes ahead! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-114916602682995807?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/114916602682995807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=114916602682995807' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/114916602682995807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/114916602682995807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2006/06/changes.html' title='changes'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-114656841551374770</id><published>2006-05-02T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T19:13:35.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Spoiled?</title><content type='html'>I've always been teased as a spoiled brat... Let's see if it's true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Got this from &lt;a href="http://jazz-stiletto.livejournal.com" target="new"&gt;Lica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you score 40 = spoiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have:&lt;br /&gt;(x) your own cell phone&lt;br /&gt;(x) a television in your bedroom&lt;br /&gt;(x) an iPod/MP3 player&lt;br /&gt;( ) a photo printer&lt;br /&gt;( ) your own phone line&lt;br /&gt;( ) TiVo or a generic digital video recorder&lt;br /&gt;( ) high-speed internet access (i.e., not dialup)&lt;br /&gt;( ) a surround sound system in bedroom&lt;br /&gt;(x) DVD player in bedroom&lt;br /&gt;(x) at least a hundred DVDs (mostly pirated :P)&lt;br /&gt;( ) a childfree bathroom&lt;br /&gt;( ) your own in-house office&lt;br /&gt;( ) a pool&lt;br /&gt;( ) a guest house&lt;br /&gt;( ) a game room&lt;br /&gt;( ) a queen-size bed or larger&lt;br /&gt;(x) a stocked bar&lt;br /&gt;( ) a working dishwasher&lt;br /&gt;( ) an icemaker&lt;br /&gt;(x) a working washer and dryer&lt;br /&gt;(x) more than 20 pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;(x) at least ten things from a designer store&lt;br /&gt;(x) expensive sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;( ) framed original art&lt;br /&gt;( ) Egyptian cotton sheets or towels (does Turkish count? coz we do)&lt;br /&gt;( ) a multi-speed bike&lt;br /&gt;(x) a gym membership (although i don't use it)&lt;br /&gt;(x) large exercise equipment at home&lt;br /&gt;( ) your own set of golf clubs&lt;br /&gt;( ) a pool table&lt;br /&gt;( ) a tennis court&lt;br /&gt;( ) local access to a lake, large pond, or the sea&lt;br /&gt;( ) your own pair of skis&lt;br /&gt;( ) enough camping gear for a weekend trip in an isolated area&lt;br /&gt;( ) a boat&lt;br /&gt;( ) a jet ski&lt;br /&gt;( ) a neighborhood committee membership&lt;br /&gt;(x) a beach house or a vacation house/cabin (sa quezon.. bago lang..)&lt;br /&gt;(x) wealthy family members&lt;br /&gt;(x) two or more family cars&lt;br /&gt;( ) a walk-in closet or pantry&lt;br /&gt;( ) a yard&lt;br /&gt;( ) a hammock&lt;br /&gt;( ) a personal trainer&lt;br /&gt;(x) good credit&lt;br /&gt;(x) expensive jewelry&lt;br /&gt;(x) a designer bag that required being on a waiting list to get&lt;br /&gt;(x) at least $100 cash in your possession right now&lt;br /&gt;( ) more than two credit cards bearing your name (not counting gas cards or debit cards)&lt;br /&gt;( ) a stock portfolio&lt;br /&gt;(x) passport&lt;br /&gt;( ) a horse&lt;br /&gt;( ) a trust fund&lt;br /&gt;( ) private medical insurance&lt;br /&gt;(x) a college degree, and no outstanding student loans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you:&lt;br /&gt;( ) shop for non-needed items for yourself (like clothes, jewelry, electronics) at least once a week&lt;br /&gt;( ) do your regular grocery shopping at high-end or specialty stores&lt;br /&gt;(x) pay someone else to clean your house, do dishes, or launder your clothes (not counting dry-cleaning)&lt;br /&gt;(x) go on weekend mini-vacations&lt;br /&gt;( ) send dinners back with every flaw&lt;br /&gt;(x) wear perfume or cologne (not body spray) (i collect perfumes)&lt;br /&gt;(x) regularly get your hair styled or nails done in a salon&lt;br /&gt;( ) have a job but don't need the money OR&lt;br /&gt;(x) stay at home with little financial sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;(x) pay someone else to cook your meals&lt;br /&gt;( ) pay someone else to watch your children or walk your dogs&lt;br /&gt;( ) regularly pay someone else to drive you&lt;br /&gt;( ) expect a gift after you fight with your partner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you/Have you:&lt;br /&gt;( ) an only child&lt;br /&gt;( ) married/partnered to a wealthy person&lt;br /&gt;(x) baffled/surprised when you don't get your way&lt;br /&gt;(x) been on a cruise (Star Cruises Virgo in Singapore and Royal Caribbean Cruise in US)&lt;br /&gt;(x) traveled out of the country&lt;br /&gt;(x) met a celebrity&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to the Caribbean&lt;br /&gt;(x) been to Europe&lt;br /&gt;(x) been to Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;(x) been to New York&lt;br /&gt;( ) eaten at the Space Needle in Seattle&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to the Mall of America&lt;br /&gt;(x) been on the Eiffel tower in Paris&lt;br /&gt;(x) been on the Statue of Liberty in New York&lt;br /&gt;( ) moved more than three times because you wanted to&lt;br /&gt;( ) dined with local political figures&lt;br /&gt;(x) been to both the Atlantic coast and the Pacific coast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you:&lt;br /&gt;( ) go to another country for your honeymoon&lt;br /&gt;( ) hire a professional photographer for your wedding or party&lt;br /&gt;(x) take riding or swimming lessons as a child (2 swimming lessons that didn't work!)&lt;br /&gt;(x) attend private school&lt;br /&gt;( ) have a Sweet 16 birthday party thrown for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! I'm one short of becoming spoiled... Just got 39, I think... hehehe! Yey! hindi pa ko spoiled.. On the brink pa lang.. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-114656841551374770?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/114656841551374770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=114656841551374770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/114656841551374770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/114656841551374770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2006/05/am-i-spoiled.html' title='Am I Spoiled?'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-114406812902163171</id><published>2006-04-03T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T20:42:09.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>itigil na ang kabaliwan!</title><content type='html'>napakasama ng panahon noong nakaraang linggo. sala sa init, sala sa lamig. dahil dito, nahirapan ang aking katawan sumabay sa papalit-palit na panahon hanggang humantong ito sa pagkakaroon ko ng sakit! hindi na ako nakapasok sa aking trabaho noong biyernes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa aking 3 araw na ipinamalagi sa aking kwarto at kama, nabigyan ako ng pagkakataong magnilay-nilay. mahirap nga talaga maging sala sa init at sala sa lamig. hindi mo kasi alam kung saan ka lulugar eh. minsan parang mainit ang pagtrato sayo ngunit minsan naman parang wala ka riyan. ang pagkakaron ko ng sakit ay nagsisilbing babala mula sa aking katawan na hindi na niya kaya ang papalit-palit na panahon. at sa pagkakaroon ko ng sakit, nagising ako sa katotohanang, hindi pwedeng walang kasiguraduhan. kung mainit ka, sa mainit ka lang dapat. kung sa malamig eh di sa malamig pero hindi pwedeng pumagitna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marahil medyo nauntog na ako at umaayaw na sa kabaliwang ito! ayoko na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=0O0=-&lt;br /&gt;napanod ko ang kasal ni clau-dine at ray-mart (baka kasi lumabas sa search engines ang blog ko) at ibang klase siya ha. natuwa naman ako sa vows na ginawa nung lalaki... how sweet! la lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gusto ko magbeach! sinong game? hehe =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-114406812902163171?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/114406812902163171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=114406812902163171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/114406812902163171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/114406812902163171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2006/04/itigil-na-ang-kabaliwan.html' title='itigil na ang kabaliwan!'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-114318603114182544</id><published>2006-03-24T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T20:23:54.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cheers once more!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="left"&gt;it's graduation time once more... not for me though but for my good friend philip/davey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="left"&gt;he was my blockmate/groupmate/classmate almost all my ateneo life except my senior year because he opted to study in japan that year. thus, he got delayed by a year and now it's his turn to march. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="left"&gt;i'm so proud of him coz he was able to finish his senior year alone, without a batchmate in sight. funny, how he'd always lament &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;na mag-isa lang siya sa groupwork &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;wala siyang kakilala sa class at hindi niya alam pano siya sasali ng group.&lt;/span&gt; there would be gimmicks along the year when people and blockmates would meet up and how we would all tease him &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;kasi siya na lang ang estudyante.. &lt;/span&gt;and now, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;graduate na siya&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="left"&gt;Congratulations to &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Philip Patrick David Canon Sanvictores! Saludo ako sayo! &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;lalo ng nung kinwento mo na essay form ang final exam mo sa OS class dahil ikaw lang mag-isa ang senior!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;xs: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;amazing ang graduation rites this year DAHIL live broadcast sa internet! Astig. &lt;a href="http://www.ateneo.edu"&gt;check it out&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-114318603114182544?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/114318603114182544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=114318603114182544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/114318603114182544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/114318603114182544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2006/03/cheers-once-more.html' title='cheers once more!'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-114276301942415535</id><published>2006-03-19T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T18:10:19.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>constantly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Melbs and I spent saturday afternoon together in their swimming pool, talking about whatever came to mind. Haha! Medyo madami kami napag-usapan, bonding session ba... Sarap! We then went inside, ate yellow cab, then watched the video of her brother's wedding. Aww memories! HAHAHA! Tsk tsk tsk... Bagay na bagay! hahahaha! So anyway, medyo napa-senti naman kami sa mga background music ng video kaya naisip namin magvideoke.  Kakatawa ng mga songs, until she chose this one... Hmmm...  Affected kami sa song, in fairness.. Kung bakit kami affected, well, secret na lang... HAHAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONSTANTLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I knew it was there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Though I tried to hide it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The feeling just kept on shining through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Haven’t known you that long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So I try to deny it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But the feeling was much too much too strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Could this be love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Deep down inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tearing me apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I feel it in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Constantly, you’re on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thinking about you all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can’t sleep no matter what I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just keep on thinking ’bout you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why do I feel this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When I know you have someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;That you’re seeing each and every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Should I play this game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Of just being your friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When I know that’s not where I want it to end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;How could this be wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When the feeling’s so strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tearing me apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I feel it in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chorus 2x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;No I don’t want to start no trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Between you and I and your lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I must tell you what I’m going through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Everytime you walk by I see love in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;-oO0-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just wanna share na I had an amazing 2 weeks. My soulsister, Elga, stayed here and kept me company while my parents were on tour of Turkey and Greece. Saya grabe kasi parang bakasyon lang. Late night chikas and snacks! Tapos planning our future at kung anu-ano pa...  She left na today since she had to spend weekends with her family tapos pabalik na rin ang aking mga magulang bukas... Haay adult supervision na naman... Tsk tsk tsk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&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/8584360-114276301942415535?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/114276301942415535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=114276301942415535' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/114276301942415535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/114276301942415535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2006/03/constantly.html' title='constantly'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-114127506306691314</id><published>2006-03-02T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T12:51:03.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a cup of coffee</title><content type='html'>another thing i got from an email... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; visit their old University lecturer. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life. Offering his guests coffee, the lecturer went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups -porcelain, plastic, glass, some plain looking and some expensive and ex! quisite, telling them to help themselves to hot coffee. When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the lecturer said: "If you noticed, all the nice looking, expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is but normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress. What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the better cups and are eyeing each other's cups." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Now, if Life is coffee, then the jobs, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life, but the quality of Life doesn't change."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the  coffee in it."            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/8584360-114127506306691314?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/114127506306691314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=114127506306691314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/114127506306691314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/114127506306691314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2006/03/cup-of-coffee.html' title='a cup of coffee'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-114006219145547201</id><published>2006-02-16T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T11:56:31.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a lil checklist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was cleaning my room when I chanced upon a pink 1/2 lengthwise sorta checklist. It was given to us by our INTACT facilitators, Nina and Gayle back in freshman year... I'm posting it here now, marking the stuff I was able to do with an "X". I'm also tagging those bloggers found on the righthand side of your screen to do the same. Our facilitator got it from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anima September 2000 issue. &lt;/span&gt;I edited it a little to fit our batch... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In your four years at the Ateneo, &lt;b style=""&gt;YOU MUST…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) eat at Manang’s&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) learn the alma mater&lt;br /&gt;( ) get on the dean’s list&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) lie down and sleep on a bench along EDSA walk  [in our beloved Kostka bench]&lt;br /&gt;( ) be a TNT!&lt;br /&gt;( ) jog around the campus in the evening (watch out for the frogs though)&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) visit the art gallery&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt; ) know at least one xerox&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;lady, manong, or technician by name&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;[ate alma, mang manny and boss chief  sa kostka]&lt;br /&gt;( ) get a Jesuit for a teacher&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) itch from higad bites&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) have gotten an F in something&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) have taken a crap in school&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) watch a &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;La Salle&lt;/st1:place&gt; vs. Ateneo UAAP game&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) give a powerpoint presentation&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) study in the caf upstairs (and possibly eat as well)&lt;br /&gt;( ) watch a T.A play (and not because it was required)&lt;br /&gt;( ) sit on the SEC ledge and watch the stars&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) eat in Full House, Martha’s Kitchen, and Ken Afford [see freshmen pa tayo nito, ok?]&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) sleep in the lib&lt;br /&gt;( ) visit Mr. San Andres&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) go to the chapel&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) have gotten a pebble &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;stuck in your shoe/slippers in the middle of the quad&lt;br /&gt;( ) cut class with your block to watch a movie&lt;br /&gt;( ) sign up for those institutional (i.e. difficult but brilliant) teachers: Ferriols, Dacanay, David, Manacsa, Ang, Escaler, Arcilla, Totanes, and many others&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) go to CERSA night&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) have tried siomai rice&lt;br /&gt;( ) learn how to smoke&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;) fall in love [not so sure eh]&lt;br /&gt;( ) actually read the book you keep borrowing from the lib&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) play cards during your free time [of course, MISA room pa?!]&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) dress in business attire&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) learn to stay awake for more than 24 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;( ) have gotten side comments from ASSOC&lt;br /&gt;( ) take (and enjoy) Saturday classes&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) go to your immersion [sa taytay kami, fishermen]&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt; ) eat &lt;i style=""&gt;Food for Thought&lt;/i&gt; sandwiches&lt;br /&gt;( ) get a boyfriend/girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) take time to read the vandalism in the CR doors&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) watch “Minsan Lang Sila Bata” and “Macho Dancer” for class&lt;br /&gt;( ) do a last minute paper (like 2 hours before it’s due)&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) have spent a lot for 1x1 ID pictures (for index cards and teachers’ seat plans)&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) get exempted from final exams&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) attend a college mass&lt;br /&gt;( ) promise to quit smoking&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) play hide-and-seek in the mini-forest [actually, hindi sa mini-forest, sa SEC B and SARDINES nilaro namin.. hehe]&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) know where the best restrooms are on campus&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) join an org [MISA all the way]&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) allow yourself to make mistakes (but make sure you sort them out before you graduate)&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) take summer classes [economics and japanese movies]&lt;br /&gt;( ) admire the sacred heart statue in the evening (and if you’re lucky, you might just see a vision of Mama Mary – or so they say!)&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) make a video for a project [i'll never forget our ES video, starring &lt;a href="http://binchy.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;vincent patrick cruz&lt;/a&gt;, i still have it if anyone wishes to see it...]&lt;br /&gt;( ) have a crush on a teacher&lt;br /&gt;( ) attend a Jesuit retreat&lt;br /&gt;( ) have gotten a parking ticket&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) come to school in your crappiest yet most comfy clothes&lt;br /&gt;( ) learn how to use the Bayantel pay phones&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) participate in school activities&lt;br /&gt;( ) catch the Blue Babble Battalion tryouts&lt;br /&gt;( ) date an Atenean&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) ride a tricycle on campus&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) find a tambayan [aww i miss the bodega bench... sa kostka...]&lt;br /&gt;( ) admire the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;marikina&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; valley at night&lt;br /&gt;( ) go drinking along Katipunan&lt;br /&gt;( ) learn how to beg for a higher grade&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) use your cuts wisely&lt;br /&gt;( ) volunteer to be class beadle&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) had the worst lottery schedule for reg (or random number in latter years)&lt;br /&gt;( ) admire the trees on campus&lt;br /&gt;( ) have forgotten about your freecut and gone to that class (your only one for that day)&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) eat in the ISO canteen&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) be active in your org [nung senior year mostly...]&lt;br /&gt;( ) have signed up on an ACP class just because the girl or guy u like signed up for it&lt;br /&gt;( ) get as many app forms as you can during the job fair&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) learn how to cram (and still get A’s)&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) sell tickets (or watch) an org-sponsored movie premiere&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) save money to Xerox all of your seatmate’s notes [technically, notes lang ni melbs pero since lagi kami seatmates...]&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) have accidentally seen a make-out session [actually, merong by accident meron ding on purpose, it was about 3-4 years ago]&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) check out the Meron Lagoon and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Lambingan&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Bridge [for ES]&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) have dozed off in class in Bel right after a class in CTC/SOM/Comm. Bldg or vice-versa [got tired lang... layo kasi eh.. i sprinted!]&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) learn how to work with group mates from hell&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) perfect the art of parking on campus&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a bad encounter with one of the guards on campus&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) develop a love for sisig (Ken Afford and all the other restos that serve it)&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) learn how to pronounce “AEGIS” properly&lt;br /&gt;( ) have used typing rooms at the library&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) have reserved a classroom, AVR, etc. for a class or org function&lt;br /&gt;( ) have asked the library for an endorsement to research in other libraries&lt;br /&gt;( ) have lost a perfectly functioning umbrella (or 5)&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) have used consultation hours properly [required kasi magconsult... hehehe!]&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) Looked forward to lab breakage refund, in case you didn’t break any equipment&lt;br /&gt;( ) visit the Guidance Office&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;) and Infirmary [para sa immersion check-up and usually sinasamahan ko si melbs.. hehe]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So guys, answer niyo rin.... FUN! =)&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/8584360-114006219145547201?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/114006219145547201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=114006219145547201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/114006219145547201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/114006219145547201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2006/02/lil-checklist.html' title='a lil checklist'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-113980714197070206</id><published>2006-02-13T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T20:49:26.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an Extremely happy 8 years of friendship! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/60/85/1995806/2370343136846l.jpg" width=150 height=300/&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;EXTREMES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-113980714197070206?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/113980714197070206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=113980714197070206' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/113980714197070206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/113980714197070206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2006/02/extremely-happy-8-years-of-friendship.html' title='an Extremely happy 8 years of friendship! =)'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-113858977709528593</id><published>2006-01-30T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T10:13:47.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>almost but not quite</title><content type='html'>got this from an email... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She is a 24-year old copywriter. He is an architect. They met and became lovers in college. They broke up last year but remained to be"friends." They send sweet text messages and he calls her often to make sure she's okay. They still date. They still have sex.They don't see anyone else. It is obvious that they still love eachother but when asked about their situation, she doesn't know the realscore. Even her friends are in the dark. "Parang sila, pero hindi."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She works in a telecom. He is reviewing for the board. They are inthe same barkada. They talk on the phone till 4 am. He gives her chocolates, flowers and CDs even when there is no occasion. Their friends are suspecting something. Bakit sila nagsosolo kapag may overnight inuman? Why does he hold her close on the dance floor? Bakit sila magkaholding hands lagi? Sila kaya? "He hasn't admitted anything," she rants. "But I let him hug and kiss me. Parang kami, pero hindi."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They work together in an ad agency. After office, they would watchmovie, have dinner and stroll at Glorietta. She gave him Harry Potter books for his birthday in exchange for posing as her boyfriend to make an ex jealous. They made out during the company outing in Subic and never talked about it. He said "I love you" once but she wasn't sure if she heard him correctly because they were both drunk then. But one thing she is sure of is her feelings for him. She likes him. And she's assuming that with what he's doing to her and with her, he likes her, too. There's just one hitch: he hasa girlfriend!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She is a 28-year-old virgin. He's a 35-year-old bachelor. Bothmountaineers, they became close during their climbs. After a few dates in posh restaurants, he brings her to his condo where they would make out. They have been doing this for months. She wants to believe that "sila na" but then she's not really sure about it. "We don't talk about it but it doesn't really matter," she'd tell her friends. "What's important is I am enjoying this -- whatever it is."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The "parang kayo, pero hindi" stage. Others call it MU or mutualunderstanding. Pseudo-relationships. Pseudo-boyfriends. Flings. Almost like a relationship, but not quite. It is a phase where thepersons involved are more than friends, but not quite lovers.Puwedeng may verbal agreement, puwedeng wala. One or both of you may have admitted your feelings, possible ding hindi. You just let your gestures do the talking for you. Walang pormal na ligawan na nangyari. Hindi kayo mag-dyowa. Pero sa kilos niyo, sa mga sinasabi niyo, parang kayo, pero hindi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This kind of "relationship" can happen at different stages fordifferent reasons. It can happen after a break-up. You still love each other, and you want to be with each other but you broke up for a reason. And for reasons that you alone know, ayaw niyo na muna magkabalikan. It can also happen before a relationship, iyong pareho kayong nakikiramdam. Possible din na ayaw niyo munang mag-seryoso kaya kunwa-kunwarian lang muna. Testing lang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Puwede ring hindi puwedeng maging kayo kasi isa sa inyo --usuallythe guy --may ka-relasyon na. Kaya habang hindi pa siya nakikipag-break doon sa girl (sabi niya makikipag-break siya soon pero di naman niya ginagawa), wala muna kayong relasyon para nga naman hindi siya nangagaliwa kasi "hindi naman kayo."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This pseudo-relationship stage, for a time, can be fun. Lalo na kungnaghahanap ka lang naman ng "kalaro." Pero huwag ka lang mag-e-expect na may patutunguhan kayo kasi wala talagang kasiguraduhan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So bakit ang daming nagse-settle sa ganitong set up ganoong hindinaman sigurado kung may patutunguhan?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iba't ibang dahilan. Puwedeng for fun lang.Puwedeng "buti na iyan kesa w ala" or puwede na iyang "pantawid-gutom." Meaning, habang wala pa iyong the real thing, doon muna sa kunwa-kunwarian.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For those who are not in a serious relationship,  they would thinkthat pseudo-relationship is better than no relationship  at all. It would be fun, if all you are after for is that "kilig" feeling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aminado naman ako na once upon a time, may mga pseudo-relationshipsdin ako. No commitments involved. For the simplest reason that they couldn't commit, because they were either committed to someone else, or that they weren't ready to commit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My rationalization, "okay na iyun, kesa wala."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ang habol ko lang naman, iyong kilig feeling. Iyong merong nagtatanong kung kumusta araw ko. Iyong merong ka-cuddle sa beach outing. Iyong kapag tumunog ang cellphone, mapapangiti na ako dahil alam kong galing sa kanya ang message. Iyong merong laging kasama. Habang wala pa ang the real thing, puwede na itong pagtiyagaan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But then I learned that although it was only a pseudo-relationship,the emotions were real. And usually, in this kind of set up, ang babae lagi ang lugi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Una, you can't ask him to commit. Since it's not really a relationship, you can't demand commitment from your partner. Ano ba kayo? May K ka nga ba magpasundo ng hatinggabi? You will always be uncertain about your role in his life. You can't expect him to be always there with you. And if you feel jealous of the other girls, you just have to keep it to yourself. Ano ka ba niya para magselos?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pangalawa, what if you fall deeply in love with him? You can't besure if he feels the same way. Baka nag-a-assume ka lang na mahal ka rin niya. Even if you are dying to tell him you love him, you can't. Because you're not sure if he'll like it. Baka mapahiya ka lang.This stage will always make you wonder where you are in therelationship. Or if there is a relationship at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pangatlo, what if you become attached too much? What if you have invested all your emotions and this man hasn't? What if youremain faithful to him, not entertaining other guys, only to find out that he is seeing other girls?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isa pang downside ng pseudo-relationships, it is fleeting. When adisagreement sets in, or when one of you gets cold, then that wouldbe the end of it. Unlike in a serious relationship, hindi mo alam kung saan ka lulugar sa isang pseudo-relationship. Wala kang pinanghahawakan. Kasi sa pseudo-relationship, there is no "us." Meron lang "you and me," hindi "us."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Buti sana kung pseudo-pain din lang ang mararanasan mo. Kaso, hindieh. Real pain. And usually, kahit tapos na ang pseudo-relationship, hindi mo maiwasan umasang one day, may karugtong pa rin iyun. And you will be miserable, hoping to bring back what you used to have, only to find out eventually that the guy is in another pseudo-relationship with somebody else.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ang h irap, ano? You agreed to this kind of set up for fun and thenyou'd end up hurting yourself in the process.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pero puwede naman maiwasan ang pain eh. Puwede naman na hindi momuna isipin ang future and just enjoy the feeling, without thinking of the consequences.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But if you are certain that you are going to hurt yourself in theprocess, kailangan mo mamili. You can be happy and live the moment without worrying what would happen next. Or you can stop settling with pseudo-relationships and wait for the real thing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I was younger and in a pseudo-relationship with an unavailableguy, a friend told me, "Sige, kung ayaw mong magpapigil, bahala ka.Magpakasaya ka. Pero huwag kang iiyak-iyak pagkatapos, dahil tatadyakan kita."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ang bottom line lang naman, kung magpapasaya sa iyo, gawin mo.Ihanda mo lang ang sarili mo sa consequence. Dahil ang "parang kayo pero hindi" stage ay bihirang nagiging totoo. Usually, hanggang doon lang siya ... almost, but not quite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-113858977709528593?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/113858977709528593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=113858977709528593' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/113858977709528593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/113858977709528593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2006/01/almost-but-not-quite.html' title='almost but not quite'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-113746801212343535</id><published>2006-01-17T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T11:20:12.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a broken promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a couple of years ago, let's say around 2, i made a promise that i'll blog regularly... when i say regularly, i MEANT everyday. and yes i did that religiously before, in my former blog, then i transferred here and the entries became a twice-a-week thing to a weekly thing, then monthly then whenever i felt like updating na lang.&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 wasn't able to fulfill a promise. i was bloghoppping awhile ago and was amazed at how people religiously update their blogs, expressing their thoughts and feelings. i can't seem to find the strength to share what i feel because i don't know how i feel. a lot of mixed thoughts running through my head. my friends are divided, telling me to do this, the others telling me to do that. oh wells, no one would understand what i'm talking about, unless i personally shared what i'm going through with you.&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;so anyway, i'm quite surprised to find out that my highschool friends have linked this blog. HA! nalaman nila ito? hehe! i want to apologize to them kasi they linked a blog na hindi naman naa-update.. hehe! for links to their sites, look at the right-hand side of your screen =) &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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-113746801212343535?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/113746801212343535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=113746801212343535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/113746801212343535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/113746801212343535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2006/01/broken-promise.html' title='a broken promise'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-113618050859158520</id><published>2006-01-02T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T13:41:48.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2006</title><content type='html'>I had a wonderful christmas and new year! No amount of toothache prevented me from enjoying some holiday eating marathons! heh! I partied with the Netlogic people. I met up with my college friends and I spent the season with my family. Pictures can be found &lt;a href="http://peperoo.multiply.com/photos"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to share, I had a lot of what other would call it as "blasts from the past." I wouldn't expound anymore. Let's just say it is better left in the year 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR everyone! Wishing you all the best this year! Cheers to more good and fun times! Mwah! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-113618050859158520?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/113618050859158520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=113618050859158520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/113618050859158520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/113618050859158520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-2006.html' title='Happy 2006'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-113513174713663071</id><published>2005-12-21T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T10:22:27.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my wisdom left me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 days prior all my christmas parties/celebrations/reunions, i had this, &lt;img src="http://images.peperoo.multiply.com/image/1/photos/11/1200x120/25.JPG?enctoken=UmFuZG9tSVZ6TEidrn1RZy.xqO3PWvTI4ywuqzao0oTGsTL4FHqzybAsObLPZu,A" width="150" height="100" alt="" align="bottom" /&gt; removed. as a kid, i never looked forward to going to our dentist. i hate it when the dentist uses her lil scalpels, or whatever they're called, as she pokes around my teeth. i cringe at the thought of having my tooth filled with pasta as it always leaves me a feeling of "ngilo". i made up endless excuses to avoid having my braces tightened. i don't fear dentists personally, in fact i liked a couple of 'em guys, but i'm digressing. i just don't want the thing they do with my teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10 days ago, my wisdom tooth decided to make its appearance, and what a pain it was, literally! hehe! i actually feared of being ponstan-dependent until the pain started to go away. although the pain has left me, the dentist still insisted that we schedule its removal since i was &lt;i&gt;gifted&lt;/i&gt; with very big teeth, thus leaving no more space for lil ol wisdom tooth to grow. so yesterday, Dra. Eileen de Leon -Bello, successfully removed my wisdom tooth. i was never a public-crier, if there i such a term. people have probably seen me shed a few tears or so but never that wailing/whimpering type, until today. with eyes fully closed and tears continuously streaming down my face, i was whimpering like a child as she pulled my teeth in this and that direction to loosen it. when after 20 mins have passed, plus a couple of saliva and blood here and there, i was free. ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now, i'm just hoping ang praying that i don't end up as Tim Tan did, with popeye cheeks, because of the netlogic xmas party that is coming up on thursday and the other parties that will follow. surrounded with my ice pack, ponstan, lugaw and dreyers vanilla ice cream, i'm hoping i'll be well enough by then.. now for more sleep and rest! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-113513174713663071?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/113513174713663071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=113513174713663071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/113513174713663071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/113513174713663071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-wisdom-left-me.html' title='my wisdom left me...'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-113323558951227942</id><published>2005-11-29T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T14:42:16.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random quizzes</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 style="COLOR: #a5c3de" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Sexy Brazilian Name is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#bdd3e6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/sexybraziliannamegenerator/girl.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adaiane Montenegro &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="http://www.blogthings.com/sexybraziliannamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Sexy Brazilian Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm sounds like a bold star... but i'm liking it... =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Pimp Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/pimpnamegenerator/girl.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sugar Butt Trickz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/pimpnamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Pimp Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you know what to call me when u need help... *wink*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#B9EEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hawaiian Name is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D4FFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/hawaiiannamegenerator/girl.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haimi Alani&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/hawaiiannamegenerator/"&gt;What's your Hawaiian Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a few months too late... :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#E6E6FA;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: October 13&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F2F2FB"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're dominant and powerful. You always need to be in charge.While others respect your competence, you can be a bit of a dictator.Hard working and serious, you never let yourself down.You are exact and accurate - and you expect others to be the same way.&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: You always get the job done&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: You're a perfectionist to a fault&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Gray&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Checkmark&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so true... heheheh! =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-113323558951227942?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/113323558951227942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=113323558951227942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/113323558951227942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/113323558951227942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2005/11/random-quizzes.html' title='random quizzes'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-113196610529622785</id><published>2005-11-14T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T10:52:50.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i finally met HIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i have watched him from afar all these years. i can still remember how i anticipated the Sundays that i would finally get to see him again. i always end up mesmerized by his looks and his voice, his oh-so deep voice. time came when i thought i wouldn't see him ever again. but then what used to be weekly meetings became weeknights. my world stopped whenever the time came that i'll see him again. no one and i mean no one can disturb me, whenever he's on. i didn't care if i still had pending school work to finish. accounting exams were forgotten whenever he's on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;who would've thought that my mom and his mom would meet at the gym and become fast friends. they got to know each other and my mom even lent his mom one of her really expensive coats so that she'll have something to wear as she accompanied him to London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;come nov. 12, tita aida, celebrated her birthday with a party at her house. of course, dear mommy was invited. while i was out with a couple of my dearest friends, i got a text from mom telling me HE was there at the party, live in the flesh. i got home just in time for our driver to pick mom up, and so lil ol devious me, tagged along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when we finally reached the house, and what a big house it was, everyone was looking at me. by then, i lost all sense of self. shyness was spreading all over. i didn't want to go down. mommy dearest came and was almost pulling me out of the car. tita aida also came out and told me to follow her. so we went inside the house where we found HIM seated at the dining table, eating. HE rose and went towards me. by that time, my tongue rolled back to my throat and i can't seem to find a word to say. imagine, ME, not able to talk at all. so i stood there like a geek, with my smile almost reaching the sky, as my mom took our pic together. at least i was able to muster a word of thanks afterwards. btw he had his arm at the small of my back! hahaha! *kilig*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.peperoo.multiply.com/image/2/photos/11/1200x120/23.jpg?enctoken=UmFuZG9tSVZ6TEidrn1RZ81l0iuTxoPM,dZM7fjbTeOxKO6KDnvVpfpNSuNDosDh" width="81" height="120" alt="" align="bottom" title="john lloyd"/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahaha! ang showbiz ko noh?! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-113196610529622785?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/113196610529622785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=113196610529622785' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/113196610529622785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/113196610529622785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-finally-met-him.html' title='i finally met HIM'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-113100079166786295</id><published>2005-11-03T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T14:53:11.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>music and me</title><content type='html'>i remember how each important part of my life is related to a song. apparently, i usually find a song that i deem fit for a special person or event. the funny thing is, the duration of me liking that song is the same as the amount of importance i give to that event or person. i can say that i've fully moved on and forgotten when i'm finally fed up listening to that song. i remember how each of my crushes had a song which i seem to listen to the entire time they are a special part of me. or i seem to play a song over and over because it reminds me of a really special moment/event that i had experienced. but at some point, i start to lose interest. i would remove those songs from my playlist and end up never playing them again, or maybe after a few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, i've lost interest over some songs. instead new ones are playing. happy tunes i suppose. because at this point, i can finally say i'm happy with the way things are going in my life. off with the old songs, on with the new! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-113100079166786295?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/113100079166786295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=113100079166786295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/113100079166786295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/113100079166786295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2005/11/music-and-me.html' title='music and me'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-112876843130743812</id><published>2005-10-08T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T18:47:11.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's a few days till my birthday. normally, i'd be either a) complaining about how old i'm getting or b) making a list of gifts i want to receive. but now i would do neither because i wanna share with you the gift i already received, weeks before my birthday. that is, the gift of a renewed relationship with the Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;last september 11-23, my parents and i joined a group on a pilgrimage to jordan, israel and egypt. we were 39 all in all, including the priest chaplain, Fr. Teofilo  Rustia, and two tour escorts from catholic travel, ate racquel and ate bernie. for people who really knew me, the reaction was that of surprise. they teased me if i could really last that long on a religious activity. to be perfectly honest, the last time i ever did something religious was way back in 4th year HS, a retreat with Fr. James Reuter. when college came, the Lord came second to matters i thought were more important. the first few days were pure torture. mass, rosary, morning prayers, 3 o'clock habit EVERYDAY! but as the days wore on, i found myself praying along and participating in the activities. as we went to the different spots where Jesus spread the word of God, i felt myself immersing fully in the experience. at some points, i shed a few tears because i was really touched. it was actually surreal to be at the place where it all happened, his birthplace, his baptism, his crucifixion, his resurrection and ascension, to name a few. now that we are back home, i kind of miss the mass, prayers, activities that we did back there. PLUS, i miss the people coz it seemed that we were one big family back there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the trip wasn't all serious and religious. there were a lot of laughters and joking around that happened. you wouldn't believe who spearheaded the &lt;i&gt;kalokohans&lt;/i&gt;.. it was Fr. Rustia! hahaha! but there was a really funny incident i would never forget. apparently, middle easter people find filipinas exotic and are very expressive of it. while i was walking in israel, a guy asked me, "japanese?" i said, "no." and he said, "thailand?" i answered, "no." and then he said, "philippines?" to which i answered, "yeah." so he asked me, "kumusta ka? so i replied in tagalog, "mabuti." to which he answered again, "hindi mabuti, ma-beauty!" i laughed so hard coz it was one hell of a pick up line! hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's very hard to describe the experience of a pilgrimage. you really had to be there. after the trip, i recommended to people that they should try it and i'm sure they'll come out a better person. i am speaking from experience. since i can't describe the trip fully, just &lt;a href="http://peperoo.multiply.com/photos/album/16" target="new"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt; and you'll see some pictures that show highlights of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now. godbless! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;btw, congrats to dcay, pipay, anna , tin and the rest of the Ateneo Lady Eagles for winning the UAAP women's basketball, emerging as CHAMPS!... =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-112876843130743812?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/112876843130743812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=112876843130743812' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/112876843130743812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/112876843130743812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2005/10/gift.html' title='the gift'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-112634191660792560</id><published>2005-09-10T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T16:45:17.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bon voyage once more...</title><content type='html'>well i haven't been updating much since i don't have anything to share.. and YES i'm still a bum and proud to be one.. hahaha! oo na tamad na kung tamad pero wala tlga ako motivation eh. so anywayz, since wala naman ako ginagawa, my parents and i are joining a pilgrimage to EGYPT, ISRAEL, and JORDAN. we leave tomorrow and will come back after 2-3 weeks... i'm so excited! maybe in this pilgrimage, i'll be able to do some soulsearching and find the answers to alot of questions, especially to what path i should take for my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haay, so eto na lang muna... paalam... pictures and a full report when i return! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-112634191660792560?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/112634191660792560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=112634191660792560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/112634191660792560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/112634191660792560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2005/09/bon-voyage-once-more.html' title='bon voyage once more...'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-112565836258932521</id><published>2005-09-02T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T18:52:42.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bizarre dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for the past few days, i wasn't able to sleep much. no matter how late or early i sleep, i end up waking in the middle of the night. but last night was the worst of all, with me waking up to the most bizarre dream of all. &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;&lt;i&gt;first scene: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there was some sort of a contest by pairs on national TV. 2 pairs comprised of a boy and a girl. this is similar to those reality tv shows wherein the audience/televiewers vote for their fave couple through text. one of the pairs was me and this guy. during one of the said shows, we were asked to do some PDA stuff which i fervently refused. this cost us a lot of votes since the people wanted to see some &lt;b&gt;action&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;second scene: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;some of my HS batchmates and i were at a resort somewhere. these batchmates weren't even close to me. so anyway, we got tired of the swimming pool and decided to look for the beach, that was supposedly at the resort too. i decided to lead the pack when suddenly my mom entered the dream, pointing to someone while saying, "&lt;b&gt;why don't you ask help from him? i'm sure he knows his way around here..&lt;/b&gt;" sure enough when i looked up, I saw him. I told my mom, "&lt;b&gt; never mind. i can do this on my own.&lt;/b&gt;"  finally, my batchmates and i were able to find a beach. the beach was weird since instead of sand, the shore was made of murky mud. my batchmates went into the water to swim while i decided to wait for them on the murky shore. while waiting, i glanced behind me, where i saw bamboo kiosks. inside one of the kiosks was him again. he was looking at me quizzically. i turned around, pretending i didn't notice him. the next thing i know, he was standing beside me and asking, "&lt;b&gt;why are you avoiding me? i could have gone and shown you a better beach than this one?&lt;/b&gt;" i didn't know what to answer him. &lt;/i&gt;&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;then i woke up. yes my dears, i dream vividly and i remember details. i was pondering about the meaning of my dream and asked my friend what she thought. she said that probably it was my subconscious talking. and u know what, she just might be right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-112565836258932521?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/112565836258932521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=112565836258932521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/112565836258932521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/112565836258932521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2005/09/bizarre-dream.html' title='bizarre dream'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-112177159030535437</id><published>2005-07-19T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T19:13:10.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back in highschool</title><content type='html'>i was looking through some old photos when i chanced upon my class pixes in junior and senior year, as well as batch pixes when graduation was just around the corner (click for bigger size)! aww.. i miss these gals! the familiarity their faces in the corridors bring... the laughter! the intrams! the musical &lt;i&gt;Les Miserables&lt;/i&gt;! Now, we live different lives in different parts of the globe... what's the possibility of us seeing each other complete again?! and to think we've known each other since kinder! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNIOR YEAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photonski.com/images/100540" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://caleb.photonski.com/small/peperoo/100540-small-3classpic01.jpg" width="200" height="95" alt="" align="bottom" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photonski.com/images/100541" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://caleb.photonski.com/small/peperoo/100541-small-3classpic02.jpg" width="200" height="98" alt="" align="bottom" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENIOR YEAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photonski.com/images/100548" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://caleb.photonski.com/small/peperoo/100548-small-4classpic03.jpg" width="200" height="94" alt="" align="bottom" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photonski.com/images/100544" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://caleb.photonski.com/small/peperoo/100544-small-4classpic01.jpg" width="200" height="115" alt="" align="bottom" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photonski.com/images/100546" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://caleb.photonski.com/small/peperoo/100546-small-4classpic02.jpg" width="200" height="111" alt="" align="bottom" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BATCH PIX (wearing our gala uniform)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photonski.com/images/100542" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://caleb.photonski.com/small/peperoo/100542-small-4batchpic01.jpg" width="200" height="94" alt="" align="bottom" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photonski.com/images/100542" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://caleb.photonski.com/small/peperoo/100543-small-4batchpic02.jpg" width="200" height="98" alt="" align="bottom" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excerpts from ate shawie's song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school life, oh my high school life&lt;br /&gt;Ev'ry memory kay ganda&lt;br /&gt;High school days, oh my high school days&lt;br /&gt;Are exciting kay saya&lt;br /&gt;There are times may problema ka&lt;br /&gt;Kung ang homework left undone&lt;br /&gt;Pray ka lang, wag tawagin ka&lt;br /&gt;Upang di pagtawanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang saya ng high school sev'ral years in my high school&lt;br /&gt;Di na mapapantayan&lt;br /&gt;T'yak ganyan ang buhay na sadyang makulay&lt;br /&gt;Alaala kailan man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school life, ba't ang high school life&lt;br /&gt;Ay walang kasing saya&lt;br /&gt;Bakit kung graduation na'y&lt;br /&gt;Luluha kang talaga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-112177159030535437?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/112177159030535437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=112177159030535437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/112177159030535437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/112177159030535437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2005/07/back-in-highschool.html' title='back in highschool'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-112093202064545172</id><published>2005-07-10T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T02:00:20.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an update</title><content type='html'>i just got home from a night out with friends. god, i miss them so much. all i ever did tonight was &lt;i&gt;laugh&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;laugh&lt;/i&gt;, and u guessed it, &lt;i&gt;laugh&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate dinner, with me eating the most, as usual. we then watched fantastic four. cool movie! funny too! and human torch is really smokin' hott!!! but the highlight of the movie did not come from the movie itself but from a kid sitting behind us. he was just so noisy and during one of his blurbs, he said, "&lt;b&gt;ay parang si lastikman!&lt;/b&gt; (this was when mr.fantastic first discovered his stretching abilities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were laughing so hard! sobrang laugh trip lang... haay... fun times tlga! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-112093202064545172?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/112093202064545172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=112093202064545172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/112093202064545172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/112093202064545172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2005/07/update.html' title='an update'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-111902119366409678</id><published>2005-06-17T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T23:13:13.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vacation's over</title><content type='html'>well, i'm back! all i can say is that i had super duper fun in my US trip as in! if i were to narrate everything that happened, i'll probably never finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure pictures can be more descriptive of the events that transpired so i'll let &lt;a href="http://peperoo.multiply.com/photos/album/8"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; show it to you...  (",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-111902119366409678?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/111902119366409678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=111902119366409678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/111902119366409678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/111902119366409678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2005/06/vacations-over.html' title='vacation&apos;s over'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-111723939820524148</id><published>2005-05-27T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T08:16:38.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>viva las vegas!</title><content type='html'>i am currently at my uncle's house in las vegas killing time till my flight to new jersey tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a blast in las vegas.. went to watch lani misalucha and the society of seven's show at the Bally's. guys, i truly recommend this one! we also watched lance burton's magic show since my dad's a magic addict! hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents and i stayed at the monte carlo resort our first night, which was may 24 and for the following nights till this morning, we stayed at the bellagio resort! (astig man! pang ocean's eleven! hehe!)  Las Vegas is much different now since i was last here in 1998. still tired and jet lagged but have no choice since we can't waste time sleeping... it might take me quite a while to use the net again, since the following week will be truly hectic! err... only one thing hindered us from fully enjoying las vegas, and that was because PAL left my dad's luggage in manila! we had to wait for two days for it to arrive! so imagine my dad, sporting shirts from las vegas hotels! hahaha! and for his pj's, he had to borrow my mom's capri pants! funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures will be uploaded soon at my multiply...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao! i will try to update as soon as i can! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-111723939820524148?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/111723939820524148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=111723939820524148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/111723939820524148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/111723939820524148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2005/05/viva-las-vegas.html' title='viva las vegas!'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-111637875525498814</id><published>2005-05-18T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T09:12:35.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beach bum</title><content type='html'>kararating ko lang mula sa boracay kagabi. masaya doon. umitim ako. tumaba din dahil kain ng kain. namulubi sa mahal ng mga gastusin! dadalawa lang kami ng aking kabarkada sapagkat nag-backout ang iba namin mga kaibigan. ang isa ay hindi nakapagliban sa opisina (kapag may trabaho na kasi ang hirap! haha! kaya ako wala pa!), ang isa naman ay hindi pinayagan ng kanyang mga magulang, ang isa ay ayaw sumama. kaysa iurong pa namin ni ria ang bakasyong ito, itinuloy na namin kahit kami lamang. masaya naman eh nagawan namin ng paraan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isa lang masasabi ko: NOGNOG! hindi na nga raw ako makita ng aking magulang sa dilim. hehe. nakaktawa. pero may nakakatakot na karanasan kami. diba biglang umulan ng malakas kagabi? ang aming maliit na seair airplane ay pumasok sa gitna ng &lt;i&gt;thunderstorm&lt;/i&gt; na iyon. buti na lang kamo ay naka-seatbelt ako dahil tumalsik kaming lahat paitaas. grabeng sakit sa tiyan. halos masuka na ako. pinapaypayan na nga ako ni ria sapagkat hindi ako makahinga sa takot. gayunpaman, may nakakatawang nangyari. ang lalaki sa harap ko hindi nakasuot ng seatbelt kaya nauntog siya sa &lt;i&gt;overhead compartment&lt;/i&gt;. hehe! lahat ng mga pasahero ay dinaan na lamang sa tawa at pangloloko ang nakakatakot na karanasan na iyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa kotse nga pauwi ibinabalita ang bumagsak na interisland cargo plane dahil sa biglang pagbulusok ng ulan. laking pasasalamat namin at nakaligtas kami kundi baka kami na ang ibinabalita doon. haay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kung gusto niyo makita ang mga larawan, ito ay nasa aking &lt;a href="http://peperoo.multiply.com"&gt;multiply&lt;/a&gt; account. yun nga lang dapat contact kita para makita mo iyon.. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paalam na. kinukulit ako ni mommy na magpack na para sa US trip namin next week... err.. next week pa nga eh... owelz baka pagalitan ako...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-111637875525498814?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/111637875525498814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=111637875525498814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/111637875525498814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/111637875525498814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2005/05/beach-bum.html' title='beach bum'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-111589241110765516</id><published>2005-05-12T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T18:06:51.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>musings on life in the province</title><content type='html'>i've always thought that provinces were a little left behind when it comes to their way of thinking... my parents grew up in provinces thereby they are conservative about a lot of things but from the way i've observed my cousins i spent time with in brgy. laurel, tagkawayan, quezon, they apparently are NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;case in point: &lt;i&gt;my cousin patricia.&lt;/i&gt;she is just 12 years old, turning 13 in june and yet she had 7 boyfriends already, all legal with her parents! right now she's balancing 2 relationships.&lt;br /&gt;she drinks beer spec. redhorse long neck with her parents and uncles!&lt;br /&gt;she &lt;i&gt;occasionally&lt;/i&gt; smokes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;case in point #2: &lt;i&gt;my auntie chrys&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's 14 years old (why she's my auntie is a very long story) and yet she has a boyfriend since she was 9!&lt;br /&gt;she also smokes!she also drinks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just amazed at the idea of people this young already into these things! and i thought people in manila live in a fast-paced world! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enweiz, i had a lot of fun in the province. the fiesta is a 9day affair starting last may 3 and ending last night, may 11. the fiesta itself was on may 11 starting with a mass, then games the whole day and ending with a dance. well dances were a nightly thing since the whole affair started. on each night, bingo was played and there are contests scheduled for different nights, such as a dance contest, a ms. gay contest, and an amateur singing contest. there were also 20- minute fireworks for the last two nights! my uncle, his brother and sisters were this year's &lt;i&gt;hermana mayor&lt;/i&gt;, or the sponsors of the fiesta... next year, it'll be my mom's turn. tsk tsk tsk since mom is an only child, she will carry the burden of paying for everything. hekhek! enweiz, i spent a lot of time with my cousins laughing and just making fun of people (yeah we're baaad!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;case in point: &lt;i&gt;guy attempting to get the cel # of my cousin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pa-cool pa kasi siya... he approached my cousin saying, "WAT your name?" okaay... bad na kung bad but it was hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enweiz, just got back kaya decided to write an entry. imagine doon walang signal ng cell, walang telephone at walang tv! hahaha! nabuhay ako without all those! now, heto net agad... cge gotta rest muna... sa saturday, boracay naman ako with HS kada... a bum's life talaga! sarraaaap! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-111589241110765516?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/111589241110765516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=111589241110765516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/111589241110765516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/111589241110765516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2005/05/musings-on-life-in-province.html' title='musings on life in the province'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-111493842123599280</id><published>2005-05-01T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T17:07:01.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of turnovers and being in cable car</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the weeks that passed since my last entry had me on my toes but these stuff shouldn't be dwelt upon... i will just focus my energies on the events that transpired yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melbs and i were asked by jake a couple of weeks ago if we could help with the turnover of the computers to PLMar for BAL. we were asked to take care of the decorations. so yesterday, melbs and i went to national to buy 20 pieces of balloons. it would have been okay if there were an available parking space at national but since there was none, we had no choice but park in ateneo. so imagine us 20 minutes late, holding 10 balloons each walking at the overpass... 20 yellow and blue balloons crossing katipunan, we got a lot of attention indeed. when we have finally made the 20 ballons, well actually 19 coz one burst, we were on our way to the caf to meet up with jake and japox. we talked for a bit, double-checking each item we needed as well as waiting for &lt;a href="http://abbya.blogspot.com"&gt;abby&lt;/a&gt; to arrive. abby arrived shortafter and the topic of lunch was discussed. with lunch agreed on, yum yum  yellow cab, we went there in 2 separate cars, with me and melbs riding with japox.  once there, we all agreed to order 2 pizzas so we left the two boys to handle the orders. while the two of them were at the counter, i gave abby a taste of my "animal jokes". hehehe! i love her coz she loves my jokes! hehe! while waiting for our orders, we bonded a little. our orders arrived and so we excitedly opened our pizza boxes and to our surprise, one pizza was pepperoni flavor while the other one was peperoni and mushroom flavor. we were laughing because the only difference with our pizzas were the presence of mushrooms. but to give credit to japoz, they tasted different &lt;i&gt;naman&lt;/i&gt;. emir arrived just in time while we were on our second slices and so he was able to eat too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch we proceeded to PLMar, had the place decorated with our balloons and banners. in fairness, we did a great job for some people who were mostly laughing while doing it. &lt;i&gt;pano kasi the yellow balloons had faces tapos kung saan saan nakaharap, basta dapat andun ka to understand...&lt;/i&gt; other MISA people arrived then the program started and lasted for about an hour or so then it's all over. i would really want to share pixes but unfortunately, i forgot my cam... &lt;i&gt;hindi pa ata na-upload nila aron eh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=o0o=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the evening was spent in cable car in eastwood with our HS batchmates and classmates. the text invite said it was a pre-yuppie world get together. yeah right , &lt;i&gt;hindi pa naman ako magiging yuppie eh&lt;/i&gt;... hehehe! so enweiz, only a handful came but those who did were the people i rarely saw during college so it was fun fun tlaga! we sang videoke, what else is new, talked and had fun...our fave high school english teacher, ms.roux, was there although now she is mrs.munoz and she had her husband with her... no one could forget her because during the time when soirees weren't allowed in our school, she was the one organizing it for her students! haha! how cool is that? we still cannot get used to the fact she's married and so we kept calling her ms.roux.. she also had this ultra gwapo brother who everyone was crushing one, and she brough him along when our batch decided to watch blair witch project together! cool! so there we had fun and met some new people... since this time i have pictures to compliment the story, i'll let the pictures tell you all about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.peperoo.multiply.com/image/1/photos/5/1200x120/1.JPG" width="160" height="120" alt="" align="bottom" title="kami" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.peperoo.multiply.com/image/1/photos/5/1200x120/9.JPG" width="160" height="120" alt="" align="bottom" title="kami ulit pero kulang" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.peperoo.multiply.com/image/1/photos/5/1200x120/11.JPG" width="160" height="120" alt="" align="bottom" title="ms.roux and me" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.peperoo.multiply.com/image/1/photos/5/1200x120/27.JPG" width="160" height="120" alt="" align="bottom" title="soulsisters" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.peperoo.multiply.com/image/1/photos/5/1200x120/51.JPG" width="90" height="120" alt="" align="bottom" title="singer kuno" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.peperoo.multiply.com/image/1/photos/5/1200x120/31.JPG" width="90" height="120" alt="" align="bottom" title="reena and ging singing" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.peperoo.multiply.com/image/1/photos/5/1200x120/47.JPG" width="90" height="120" alt="" align="bottom" title="uyy happy siya" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing i noticed about myself, i'm lazy to describe events when there are pictures present but can relay the story til the minutest detail when not backed by pictures! haha! :p&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/8584360-111493842123599280?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/111493842123599280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=111493842123599280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/111493842123599280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/111493842123599280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2005/05/of-turnovers-and-being-in-cable-car.html' title='of turnovers and being in cable car'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-111372464545558733</id><published>2005-04-17T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T15:57:25.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bakasyon grande (mahaba!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dalawang linggo na ang nakakalipas ng kami ay mamasyal sa hilagang luzon. gayunpaman, sariwang-sariwa parin sa akin ang mga kaganapan na nangyari. marahil tama nga ang isang kolumnista sa pahayagan ng sabihin niyang "kung ilang araw ang iyong bakasyon, gayun din katagal ang bibilangin bago tuluyang mailabas sa sistema ang bakasong iyon." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nagsimula na ang biyahe para sa akin noong ika-3 ng abril ng matulog na kami ni melbs kina bianca. sa katotohanan hindi na kami natulog dahil 2am ang napag-usapang oras ng pagkikita kaya't nagkwentuhan na lamang kami. nagkita-kita kami sa jollibee ortigas ng 2am, ika-4 ng abril, at nakaalis ng 3am. sa galing ng aming driver na si mang bernie, nakarating kami ng urdaneta ng 6am para kumain ng agahan. ang sunod na tigil ay sa vigan na upang mananghali at magtingin-tingin ng mga bagay na maaaring bilhin. tumigil kami sandali sa laoag upang magpalagay ng gasolina.. nakakatawa dahil ang una naming gasolinahang tinigilan ay naubusan na ng gas. medyo nangamba kami dahil wala ng gasolinahan sa may pagudpud dahil kadulo-duluhan na yon kaya't kinailangan namin makahanap ng gasolinahan. sa kabutihang palad meron kaming nakita. nakarating kami sa pagudpud mga 530pm na! ang haba ng biyahe. wala na masyadong tulog noong biyahe mula laoag hanggang pagudpud... pagdating, naglakad-lakad kami sa palibot upang tignan ang resort.. naglakad-lakad din sa may dalampasigan.. si patch. melbs at ako ay kumanta sa videoke! kumain kami ng hapunan tapos nagtungo na kami sa kwarto ng mga lalaki. laro ng baraha at uminom ng vodka ang aming ginawa. bumalik kami sa videoke upang umawit muli ng may lumapit na lolo kay melbs upang mag-alay ng pinitas na bulaklak! hahah! 3 ang silid namin: ang kwarto ng mga lalaki (ralph, aron, patch, &lt;a href="http://ianblogblog.blogspot.com"&gt;ian&lt;/a&gt;, redge), kwarto ng mga babae (aice, joyce, tere, hana, pat), at ang coed (me, melbs, bianx, tim, davey). mag-uumaga na ng kami ay matulog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sa aming ikalawang araw maaga kaming nagising dahil puro atat na magswimming ang mga tao! hehehe! diretso sa tubig-alat at nagtampisaw ang bumilad ang mga tao. karamihan ay nagnanais umitim habang may ilan na nagpayong! bandang alas-onse dumating na ang tropang nila jake, emir, joe at mixie. sumunod sila at nakilangoy. pagdating ng hapon, namasyal kaming lahat sa may patapat bridge. ang ganda ng tanawin! may binabaan pa kami upang mapalapit sa tanawin! ang ganda ng tubig at mga alon! asul na asul.. nakakaantok pakinggan ang tunog ng alon habang ito ay tumatama sa mga bato sa dalampasigan. matapos noon ay bumalik na kami sa resort... dumiretso kaming coed people sa aming silid upang magpahinga habang ang iba naman ay dumiretso sa beach muli upang lumangoy at mag-abang ng takipsilim. tinawagan si bianca ng kaniyang iniirog na bumaba na upang maabutan ang magandang pagbaba ng araw, kaya't nagtungo na kami sa beach. medyo sinusumpong ako ng kasungitan noon dahil palapit na ang aking buwanang bisita! hahaha! ng lumubog ang araw balik videoke muli at kantahan. napilit namin ang iniirog ni &lt;a href="http://ambskie.blogspot.com"&gt;cel&lt;/a&gt; na si mixie na umawit! magaling pala kumanta si mixie! noong gabi, tumambay kami sa dalampasigan at nagkwentuhan. lumipat sa kwarto ng mga lalaki upang magkwentuhan ng katatakutan! hahaha! sinabayan pa ito ng inuman, lime gin kung hindi ako nagkakamali... hindi makapagsipilyo ng mag-isa ang mga tao. nag-ccr sila ng bukas ang pinto sa takot! hahahaha! mga alas-tres na kami nakatulog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sa aming ikatlong araw, gumising muli kami ng maaga at ngayon ay nagtungo sa ibang isla. sumakay kami sa isang boat ride at nagpaiwan sa islang pinagdalhan sa amin. parang temptation island! hahahah! hindi nga lang kami masyadong nakalangoy dahil ang daming dikya! bumalik kami sa aming resort, lumangoy sandali at kumain ng tanghalian. umalis muli kami noong hapon at nagtungo sa lighthouse ng bojeador! kay ganda at kay taas! muli naming inabangan ang takipsilim doon.. pnareserba pala ni tita eppie ang videoke at kubo para sa amin buong gabi!!! hahaha! tumigil lang kami mga alas-onse ng gabi dahil sa kasamaang-palad naubusan na kami ng 5 piso! hehehe! sinabayan din namin ito ng pag-inom ng sanmig lite at ice! tumungo kami pabalik sa kwarto ng mga lalaki upang maglaro pa ng dugtungan.. lumipat kami sa coed room para ituloy ang kwentuhan dahil inaantok na ang iba sa kwarto ng mga lalaki.. mga alas-tres na ata kami natapos.. puro tawanan lang sa mga kwento na aming naimbento!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ang aming huling araw ay nagsimula ng maaga sapagat gusto nila maabutan ang bukang-liwayway. gising na uli sila ng alas-singko. nag-ayos na ng gamit at nag-almusal. umalis kami ng mga alas-nuwebe ata ng umaga upang makapag-tanghalian sa vigan, ilocos sur. pagdating sa vigan, binigyan kami ng ilang oras para mamili ng mga pasalubong at pagkain. ang mura! salamat sa magaling na pagtawad ni aron at nakuha ko ang bag na gusto ko. kumain kami ng empanada at halu-halo! sarap sobra! alas-kwatro na ng makaalis kami ng vigan. tumigil kami sa jollibee urdaneta upang kumain ng hapunan ng alas-nuwebe ng gabi. nakarating kami sa burgundy katipunan ng alas dose y medya habang ang bumaba naman sa jollibee ortigas ay dumating ng ala una..&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;ang mga taong kasama sa biyaheng ito: (idaan ang mouse sa ibabaw ng larawan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.peperoo.multiply.com/image/1/photos/1/1200x120/173.JPG" width="160" height="120" alt="" align="bottom" title="patch &amp; hana" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.peperoo.multiply.com/image/1/photos/1/1200x120/175.JPG" width="160" height="120" alt="" align="bottom" title="joyce, ian &amp;amp; tere" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.peperoo.multiply.com/image/1/photos/1/1200x120/177.JPG" width="160" height="120" alt="" align="bottom" title="ralph &amp; bianx" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.peperoo.multiply.com/image/1/photos/1/1200x120/179.JPG" width="160" height="120" alt="" align="bottom" title="redge &amp;amp; tim" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.peperoo.multiply.com/image/1/photos/1/1200x120/181.JPG" width="160" height="120" alt="" align="bottom" title="melbs, me, davey" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.peperoo.multiply.com/image/1/photos/1/1200x120/183.JPG" width="160" height="120" alt="" align="bottom" title="tita eps, pat, aice" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.peperoo.multiply.com/image/2/photos/1/1200x120/185.JPG" width="160" height="120" alt="" align="bottom" title="aron, juancho, mang bernie" /&gt;&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;hanggang ngayon sariwang-sariwa pa sa isip ko ang lahat dahil kung hingi, hindi ko mailalahad ang mga pangyayari... kapag nagkikwentuhan kami, hindi namin maiwasang balikan ang mga pangyayaring naganap. ngayon pa lang, nagpaplano na uli kami ng isang bakasyong grande. hindi alam kung kailan pero siguradong sasama muli ang tropa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ang mga larawan ng aming paglalakwatsa sa hilagang luzon at matatagpuan sa aking &lt;a href="http://peperoo.multiply.com/album/1"&gt;multiply&lt;/a&gt; account. :D&lt;br /&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/8584360-111372464545558733?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/111372464545558733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=111372464545558733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/111372464545558733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/111372464545558733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2005/04/bakasyon-grande-mahaba.html' title='bakasyon grande (mahaba!)'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-111250702356500167</id><published>2005-04-03T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T13:44:59.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!</title><content type='html'>Bakit sa &lt;a href="http://sites.gizoogle.com/?url=http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com"&gt;Gizoogled Blog&lt;/a&gt; ko lumalabas yung aking background pero pag normal hindi?! Err help?&lt;br /&gt;Try niyo din.. Funny! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-111250702356500167?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/111250702356500167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=111250702356500167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/111250702356500167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/111250702356500167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2005/04/help.html' title='HELP!'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-111248527800846821</id><published>2005-04-03T07:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T07:41:18.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>excited na ako</title><content type='html'>alam kong walang sense ang aking isusulat, gusto ko lamang ibahagi ang hindi ko mapigilang galak at &lt;i&gt;excitement&lt;/i&gt; sa nalalapit naming trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mamayang gabi ay matutulog na kami ni melbs kay bianx sapagkat maaga ang aming alis bukas, alas dos ng madaling araw, patungo sa pagudpud... kami ay mananatili dun hanggang sa ika-7 ng Abril. beach, videoke, trekking sa may falls, AT mamamasyal kami sa vigan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa kasamaang palad, hindi kami umabot ng 20 pero kahit na, ang 16 na sasama ay aking mga mabuting mga kaibigan kaya't kahit konti, siguradong masaya parin yun!!!! hayaan niyo at aking ibabahagi ang mga larawan at mga pangyayari sa &lt;i&gt;blog&lt;/i&gt; na ito...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-111248527800846821?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/111248527800846821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=111248527800846821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/111248527800846821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/111248527800846821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2005/04/excited-na-ako.html' title='excited na ako'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-111174830161805332</id><published>2005-03-25T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T18:58:21.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it has been exactly a week after my graduation. over the past few days, i've been downloading pictures of this day, mementos that captured everyone's excitement as well as sadness because everyone knew that graduation signalled both an ending and a beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was lucky enough to be seated on the leftmost of the row, which gave me the best view as graduates marched during the entrance. people i've became classmates with in different subjects, entered the place filled with anticipation of a future that lie ahead. i looked at them eye-to-eye, mouthing my congratulations... they smiled at me and did the same. the teachers entered and i became teary-eyed seeing how these people gave me something i would not have learned elsewhere, not just mere facts of each day's lessons, but more importantly information that will guide me in my life... fr.ben entered looking really cute in his outfit, which kinda reminded me of dumbledore, he saw me looking really stupid holding back my tears and just smiled at me, looking proud while saying congratulations.. seated at my right is reuben uy, an akafella, who apparently was so tired that he was asleep the first hour. i didn't mind it one bit since it gave me more time to think and ponder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as each person came up the stage, i thought his or her parents are in this gym somewhere looking very proud of their child who is currently onstage. i remembered how when our course was called about 1/4 of the total graduating batch stood up, surprisng other courses of how many we really were. and i'm proud to say that i know almost everyone in our course, except for 1 or 2 who until now baffles me, why haven't i ever seen them before? where have they been hiding? hehe! so as each MIS student came up the stage to get his or her diploma i thought of a class i've shared with him or her.. or even some memorable interaction we've had... i'm really proud of my batch and i love them so! we've been together through all the programming projects that caused us sleepless nights, PM and ITM, which says enough... in short, we've been through hell weeks and back, and now we've received our fake diplomas, signalling that we've passed all the needed requirements..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the post grad picture-taking was the best... i never really intended to cry but seeing how my honey joyce and kagandahan jenny were already wiping tears that were streaming down their faces also allowed me to release my pent up sadness... i got into a lot of hugs and kisses, even from people i wasn't really close to... hehe got some too from the people i wanted hugs and kisses from! hahahahaha! :p kidding aside, i was crying because i will never see our batch as complete as we were that night.. of course there will be reunions but normally it would be by block or only handfuls come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that is the main reason i have been downloading pictures the whole week. these pictures are the only ones that would remind me of the people i met and became friends with in college... to all MIS2005, my batchmates, let's make Ateneo proud! see you all in the real world... someday we'll all see each other again! I love you all...&lt;br /&gt;-=o0o=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i just wanna share that i'm full of regrets right now.. i didn't give my rose to my crush even if i really wanted to.. my friends were urging me the whole night to give it to &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt; since he was just around but i was sooo shy... now, it's too late already... he might have a heart attack if i suddenly admitted my feelings for him now... hehehe! i'll probably suffer thinking of what might have been if i did give the rose? haay... well, &lt;i&gt;nasa huli ang pagsisisi&lt;/i&gt;... seeing him onstage during grad, brought back all the feelings of regret.. owelz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-111174830161805332?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/111174830161805332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=111174830161805332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/111174830161805332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/111174830161805332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2005/03/graduation.html' title='graduation'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-111153797315419640</id><published>2005-03-23T08:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T08:32:53.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANNOUNCEMENT</title><content type='html'>para sa mga gusto makita ang mga larawan noong graduation at blue roast, tumingin sa kanang bahagi ng blog na ito, sa medyo baba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at PAHINGI din ng pixes o links ng pixes ninyo... :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-111153797315419640?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/111153797315419640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=111153797315419640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/111153797315419640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/111153797315419640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2005/03/announcement.html' title='ANNOUNCEMENT'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-111087076406774886</id><published>2005-03-15T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T15:12:44.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>Friends ba tlga tayo? Go &lt;a href="http://peperoo.friendtest.com"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-=o0o=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just one thing going through my mind right now, and that is "&lt;i&gt;To give or not to give?&lt;/i&gt;" This is regarding the blue rose that seniors are being dared to give to their ultimate college crush during the Blue Roast! Can I do it? Can I actually have the guts to finally admit who my crush is?! Harharhar! Let's just see tomorrow night...&lt;br /&gt;-=o0o=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe the pressure is on na... Everyone I know is either dressed in business clothes, coming from a job test or job interview or just plainly talking about the companies they plan on working for... Whereas here I am doing absolutely nothing about it... My mom kasi eh... She told me next year na mag-apply so that we'll just travel all over this year... Owelz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siya siya.. I'll buy shoes pa for grad... Paalam! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-111087076406774886?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/111087076406774886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=111087076406774886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/111087076406774886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/111087076406774886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2005/03/bored.html' title='bored'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-111079455128305790</id><published>2005-03-14T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T18:02:31.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sa wakas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;grabe. sa aking mga nakalipas na &lt;i&gt;entries&lt;/i&gt;, mapapansing parang wala silang saysay.. kungdi email, sarbey.. pano ba naman nakakatamad magblog... tama ang karamihan ng sabihin nila mas lalong nakakatamad magblog kapag may oras ka na... datirati kasi nagiging dahilan ang blog sa pag&lt;i&gt;procrastinate&lt;/i&gt; eh.. hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marahil tama rin si cha go ng sabihin niya na malungkot at may problema lamang ang nagbablog... ngunit hindi naman palagi... nagkakataon lamang na puro reklamo at sama ng loob ang inilalabas sa blog. pano kasi wala ng ibang malabasan ng sama ng loob kaya't dito na lamang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simula ng magbakasyon, puro paglabas at pamimili na lamang ang aking inaatupag... ng nakaraang linggo naman, sinimulan ko na ang pagpunta sa &lt;i&gt;gym&lt;/i&gt; para naman masabi kong karapat-dapat akong pumunta sa beach, diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masyadong magiging mahaba ito kung ikikwento ko lahat ng aking pinaggagagawa, diba? marahil kung gawin ko man yun, mawawalan ka rin ng gana basahin ng buo, kaya naisip ko na ipakita na lamang ang mga larawan ng mga ito.... Itapat na lamang ang mouse sa larawan upang mabasa ang deskripsyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pagbabalik ni Philip&lt;/u&gt; (March 2, 2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.photonski.com/small/peperoo2/83027-small-DSC00511.JPG" width="200" height="150" alt="" align="bottom" title="mga babae sa buhay ni philip" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.photonski.com/small/peperoo2/83025-small-DSC00507.JPG" width="200" height="150" alt="" align="bottom" title="ang grupo" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.photonski.com/small/peperoo2/83029-small-DSC00514.JPG" width="200" height="150" alt="" align="bottom" title="ang grupo ulit" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.photonski.com/small/peperoo2/83040-small-DSC00538.JPG" width="200" height="150" alt="" align="bottom" title="gwapo!" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para sa iba pang larawan : &lt;a href="http://www.photonski.com/peperoo2/dinner"&gt;pindotin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Paalam kay Char&lt;/u&gt; (March 9, 2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.photonski.com/small/peperoo/83215-small-DSC00563.JPG" width="200" height="150" alt="" align="bottom" title=" S3 at ang TNT naming si Char" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.photonski.com/small/peperoo/83045-small-DSC00556.JPG" width="200" height="150" alt="" align="bottom" title="candid nga ba talaga?" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.photonski.com/small/peperoo/83049-small-DSC00560.JPG" width="200" height="150" alt="" align="bottom" title="ricci, aron, birdie, pat, char, charles" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.photonski.com/small/peperoo/83216-small-DSC00564.JPG" width="200" height="150" alt="" align="bottom" title="magphotoshoot daw ba?!" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para sa iba pang larawan:  &lt;a href="http://www.photonski.com/peperoo/char"&gt;pindotin uli&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pasasalamat ni Emir&lt;/u&gt; (March 10, 2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sa kasamaang palad, hindi ako nakapagdala ng camera... Nakakhiyang magdala ng camera kapag hindi ko naman event iyon hindi ba? Ang tanging larawan lamang na nakuha ko ay sa amin ni Tina Vaswani, gamit ang aking cellphone ngunit hindi ko pa na-uupload eh. Masaya ang handaan. May napakagandang videoke machine na puro &lt;i&gt;latest&lt;/i&gt; and awitin. Gusto ko na sanang agawin ang mic at umawit ngunit nasapawan ng kahiyaan ang aking kagustuhan kaya't nag-hum at nakisabay na lamang ako sa umaawit. Masarap din ang pagkain, may lechon! At pinakbet! At tahong! O diba all-out?! At ang pinakadabest sa lahat, HINDI MAWAWALA ang BRIDGE! hehehe! Sinusubukan nila (&lt;a href="http://hushjoyie.blogspot.com"&gt;joy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ambskie.blogspot.com"&gt;cel&lt;/a&gt; at deng) akong turuan ngunit alam kong mahihirapan naman akong intindihin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Special Mention&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.photonski.com/small/peperoo/83217-small-DSC00565.JPG" width="300" height="250" alt="" align="bottom" title="sila ay magkadate! yihee!" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-111079455128305790?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/111079455128305790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=111079455128305790' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/111079455128305790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/111079455128305790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2005/03/sa-wakas.html' title='sa wakas'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-111041751643463063</id><published>2005-03-10T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T09:18:36.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>funny email</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;got this from &lt;a href="http://www.blurty.com/~carla"&gt;carla's&lt;/a&gt; email... funny sobra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Songhits gone bad... &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; The Greatest Love of All by Whitney Houston -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I decided long ago, never to walk in edu manzano... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I decided long ago, never to walk in anyone's shadow)  &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;Cry by Mandy Moore - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A walk to remember... it was late afternoon! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I'll always remember, it was late afternoon)  &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;All My Life by K-ci and Jojo -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; supposed to be you're like my mother,supposed to be you're like my sister &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(close to me you're like my mother... close to me you're like my sister) &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; Where is the Love - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;People killing, people flying, children hurt an living, crying... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(People killing, people dying; children hurt and you hear them crying)  &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;Leaving on a jet plane - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so kiss me and SMAFFLE me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(so kiss me and smile for me...)  &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;Usher &amp; Alicia's My Boo - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It started when we were younger you were NINE... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(It started when we were younger you were mine)  &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;Usher &amp; Alicia's My Boo (again!) -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...and you were my BEYBLADE... it started when were younger you were FINE... hehehe....  &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;If I Ain't Got You by Alicia Keys - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;some people want TAMBOURINES.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(diamond rings) &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; Britney's Baby One More Time - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My ONLY NEST is killing me... and I........ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(My loneliness....)  &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;Thumbthumping (Chumbawumba) - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I get knocked down by an elephant, my mommas's gonna bring me down... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I get knocked down, but I get up again...) &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; Crush by Jennifer Paige - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i-splash, a little crush.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(it's just.. a little crush..)  &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;Red Hot's Californication - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Viva Californication.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Dream of Californication...)  &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;No scrubs, TLC - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A scrub is a guy who thinks he's fine but is also known as a BUS STOP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(buster)  &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;Waterfalls by TLC: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't go JASON waterfalls... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Chasin') &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; John Mayer -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're ALICE IN WONDERLAND..You're ALICE IN WONDERLAND I'll use my hands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Body is a wonderland)  &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;Baa Baa Black Sheep: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baa baa black sheep, heavy on the road...  &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;With A Smile by Eraserheads: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lift ur HAND.. baby dont be scared.. of the things that could go wrong along the way.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(HEAD!!!)  &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;Wag Na Wag Mong Sasabihin by Kitchie Nadal: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maaaaaaaaaag... , magdamag mong sasabihin........  &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;two-trick pony by sandwich - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i have been waiting for you all night under the glow of INSECENT LIGHT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(...under the glow of YOUR SATELLITE)  &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;On Bended Knees by Boyz II Men: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh God give me the reason, I'M DOWN... ABANDON ME... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I'm down on bended knee)  &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;Red Hot's Zephyr Song: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fly away on my CELLPHONE...I feel it more than ever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Fly away on my zephyr, I feel it more than ever)  &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;AND FINALLY.... &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; Soul of Christ... sat beside me... (sanctify me! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-=o0o=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ambskie.blogspot.com"&gt;cel&lt;/a&gt;, promise sa next entry ko yung picture! hahaha! ibang entry yun eh... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-111041751643463063?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/111041751643463063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=111041751643463063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/111041751643463063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/111041751643463063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2005/03/funny-email.html' title='funny email'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-110991561281105653</id><published>2005-03-04T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T13:53:32.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blissful</title><content type='html'>it feels so nice NOT to have anything to do... my college life, or student life officially ended last saturday with a philo orals that went very well... then we celebrated through a meal at chicken inasal and a movie (constantine). grabe constantine's nice pero scary and it made me think about the way i live my life and whether i'd be accepted in heaven or not... haha! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what have i been doing the past week? hmmm... last monday, my parents and i went out... we had breakfast at cafe adriatico, eastwood before proceeding to our dermatologist in shaw blvd. we then went to shangri-la and megamall for a  much deserved shopping spree! wheee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last tuesday, melbs and i went to school for our clearance but was very unlucky since OSA was closed the whole day and had to come back the following day, wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i just say that registration in ateneo is not the worst there is... clearance was just as... imagine we left our clearances at ADSA 9am, was asked to return at 11 and when we did, was told to come again at 2pm... ha! grabe tlga! so while waiting for our clearance, melbs, &lt;a href="http://ianblogblog.blogspot.com"&gt;ian&lt;/a&gt;, nathan and i ate lunch at chocolate kiss. ian treated us because of a bet we had, which he lost... sobrang laugh trip ng lunch na yun... then we went back to finish our clearance, which we did by 4pm. that night, we went to davey's house coz he is BAAAACK! haha! medyo naman na-surprise siya eh.... hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just slept the whole thursday.... now, i just got back from the gym... i watched the belly dancing class of my mom, which i will join next week... the teacher was so good it intimidates me but her flat stomach inspires me to attend... hahaha! i like! i like! hay naku gym na tlga to... paninindigan ko na tlga! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;howelz ayan muna.. this weekend naman, melbs will come with me and my parents to quezon... the house there kasi is being renovated tapos sabit lang kami 2 sa parents ko....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haay sarap tlga ng buhay bakasyon! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-110991561281105653?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/110991561281105653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=110991561281105653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/110991561281105653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/110991561281105653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2005/03/blissful.html' title='blissful'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-110924286591657487</id><published>2005-02-24T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T19:06:45.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>countdown and a survey</title><content type='html'>with just a final, a defense and an oral left, my mind has started to wander away... yes, i'm having quite a hard time maintaining my concentration or even my interest in school.. geez i'll be having my history finals in about 3 hours and i'm not yet finished reviewing... mind you, i didn't even read the book... i'm just reading 2 chapters i didn't read and my notes... haay... enweiz, got this from &lt;a href="http://paulyne.modblog.com"&gt;polly&lt;/a&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer this too! Mark those that you've done with an X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) snuck out of the house&lt;br /&gt;( ) gotten lost in your city&lt;br /&gt;(X) seen a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;(X) been to any other countries besides the united states&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a serious surgery&lt;br /&gt;(X) gone out in public in your pajamas&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed a stranger&lt;br /&gt;( ) hugged a stranger&lt;br /&gt;(X) been in a fist fight (i think nung bata ako, in our street kasi there's this feud between boys and girls... tuksuhan to the max...)&lt;br /&gt;( ) been arrested&lt;br /&gt;( ) done drugs&lt;br /&gt;(X) Had alcohol&lt;br /&gt;( ) laughed and had milk/coke come out of your nose&lt;br /&gt;(X) pushed all the buttons on an elevator&lt;br /&gt;( ) swore at your parents&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in love&lt;br /&gt;(X) been close to love&lt;br /&gt;(X) been to a casino (las vegas and monte carlo)&lt;br /&gt;( ) been skydiving&lt;br /&gt;( ) broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;( ) been high&lt;br /&gt;(X) skinny-dipped (does it really count if you're under 5 years old? - &lt;i&gt;oo nga....&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;(X) skipped school&lt;br /&gt;( ) flashed someone&lt;br /&gt;( ) saw a therapist&lt;br /&gt;( ) played spin the bottle&lt;br /&gt;(X ) gotten stitches (by the amrpits... got the mark to prove it)&lt;br /&gt;( ) drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour&lt;br /&gt;(X) bitten someone (si melbs pa lang ilang beses na eh... how much more nung bata ako? )&lt;br /&gt;(X) been to Niagara Falls (US and Canada side but i liked Canada better)&lt;br /&gt;(X) gotten the chicken pox&lt;br /&gt;(X) kissed a member of the opposite sex (We grew up in the beso beso culture - &lt;i&gt;i agree&lt;/i&gt;)(X) kissed a member of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;(X) crashed into a friend's car (pwede bang crashed a friend's car pero it was the guard's fault eh...)&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Japan&lt;br /&gt;(X) ridden in a taxi&lt;br /&gt;( ) been dumped&lt;br /&gt;(X) shoplifted (not really me but my friend pero i was the one buying the candle holder tapos she was the one who included the candle inside.. so naisip ng cashier, kasama yun.. hehe! )&lt;br /&gt;( ) been fired&lt;br /&gt;(X) had a crush on someone of the same sex (not romantically ha but more on nagagandahan and nababitan)&lt;br /&gt;(X) had feelings for someone who didnt have them back&lt;br /&gt;( ) stolen something from your job&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;(X) lied to a friend&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a crush on a teacher&lt;br /&gt;( ) celebrated mardi-gras in new orleans&lt;br /&gt;(X) been to Europe (and have plans of returning..)&lt;br /&gt;( ) slept with a co-worker&lt;br /&gt;( ) been married&lt;br /&gt;( ) gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;( ) had children&lt;br /&gt;( ) seen someone die&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a close friend die&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Africa (hopefully soon...)&lt;br /&gt;( ) Driven over 400 miles in one day&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been to Canada&lt;br /&gt;( X) Been to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been on a plane&lt;br /&gt;( ) Seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;br /&gt;( ) Thrown up in a bar&lt;br /&gt;( ) Purposely set a part of myself on fire&lt;br /&gt;(X) Eaten Sushi&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;( ) Met someone in person from the internet&lt;br /&gt;( ) lost a child&lt;br /&gt;(X) gone to college&lt;br /&gt;(X) graduated college (in a few weeks)&lt;br /&gt;( ) done hard drugs&lt;br /&gt;( ) tried killing yourself&lt;br /&gt;(X) fired a gun (water gun!)&lt;br /&gt;( ) purposely hurt yourself&lt;br /&gt;(X) taken painkillers (ponstan - mostly for that monthly thing)&lt;br /&gt;(X) love someone or miss someone right now.. (barkada ko.. bakit kala mo noh?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-110924286591657487?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/110924286591657487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=110924286591657487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/110924286591657487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/110924286591657487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2005/02/countdown-and-survey_110924286591657487.html' title='countdown and a survey'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-110896817239675640</id><published>2005-02-21T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T14:42:52.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tear *</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm just getting more and more sentimental each passing school day... it started nung friday pa when B and i were in DISCS... he told me na since tapos na kami, it was nice knowing me for the past four years.. sabi ko naman bakit hindi na ba tayo magkikita and he said, "kung HS friends ko nga hindi na, pano pa kaya tayo?" malamang daw kasi his family will move abroad.... the tear was already at the corners of my eyes eh... buti nalang we changed topics and reverted back to what we were doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tapos awhile ago, our MIS director and the one of the best teachers in DISCS, was already stating his final goodbyes.... he even had to ask the juniors to leave para his message will just be for us... in my opinion, it was very hard for him to speak coz he had to pause a lot of times before continuing... i can see his eyes sparkling and it really made me sad... muntik na nga ako maiyak kung hindi lang may humirit at nagpatawa.... sad tlga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then i had my theo orals, which thank god, went well... very good daw... sana A na yun.. *fingers crossed*... our theo teacher said goodbye and congrats to my partner and i.. tapos he said good luck to our other exams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hay naku... it's really hard for me to say goodbyes... lagi na lang.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i will really miss the people i encounter everyday... joke times and funtimes pati na rin  bonding and labasan ng sama ng loob... sad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;owelz! konting tiis na lang... *cheers to all of us! *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;btw: visit &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/labormigration"&gt;LaborMigration&lt;/a&gt; para sa polsci namin... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-110896817239675640?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/110896817239675640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=110896817239675640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/110896817239675640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/110896817239675640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2005/02/tear.html' title='tear *'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-110840739073428611</id><published>2005-02-15T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T02:56:30.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taking a break - high school memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nope guys, i did not wake up early.. it's more of &lt;em&gt;still being awake!&lt;/em&gt; well sa friday na kasi deadline ng itm final deliverable and we're cramming all of it na... haay... but nevertheless, i had so much fun nung valentine's, thanks to melbs and patch! guess what we did?! we ate dinner at chicken inasal then tantadadan.... &lt;strong&gt;watched LET THE LOVE BEGIN!&lt;/strong&gt; grabe kakakilig... hahahah! gwapo pa ni richard gutierrez.... hihihi! well, nasayahan kaming tatlo... haay... &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;enweiz, an email is circulating around AA students reminiscent of our teachers back then... since i am so stressed, i decided to read it again... and since i know all of you are stressed too, i decided to share it with you... pramis totoo lahat yan.. and that she told those lines to just about every year level she handled so institution tlga siya! :D&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;here it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ms. Siongco's Words of Wisdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1.  You don't do it for me, you don't do it for yourparents, you don't do it for yourself, you do it for God, you Godless people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2.  Plug the glue gun in, then wait for 3 minutes. After waiting for 3 minutes, wait again for 2 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3.  You want to take a nap? I'll put you in a knapsack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4.  I talk, you talk, we talk together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5.  What is done is done and can never be undone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6.  You are like a soldier without a gun! (alala koito we had a classmate without a ballpen atnanghihiram...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7.  Mga kamay na malilikot, nakakahawak ng ipot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8.  For the glory of God (Jacquelyn), keep quiet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9.  Line up outside and pass out quietly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10.  READY, GET SET, SEW!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11.  Girls! Line up alphabetically, by heights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12.  Whose binder is that? I'll bind it around herself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13.  You, you, you, both the three of you, go to the administration office later, now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14.  You dont't know what a sliding plate is for? Sige, your grades will slide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15.  Sige kayo!  If you don't put your plants outside,your grades will die with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16.  I want to talk to your parents tomorrow now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;17.  Keep quiet!  I'll knit your lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;18.  Walk for 30 minutes then for another 30 minutesfor a total of one hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;19.  Stop asking!  Don't bother my husband.  He is 6feet under the ground. (hanggang ngayon mystery saakin kung may asawa nga sha..i remember this incident,sa kitchen/THE Lab gumagawa tayo ng glass holders atain the combinations of peach and aqua, peach and olivegreen, pink and purple  at naaamoy ko pa rin angpabango nyang sampaguita scent)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;20.  You should be able to thread a needle!  You have2 eyes and your needle has one, so you have 3 eyes! Isn't that enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;21.  Our relationship...you and me, me and you...it'sa reciprocal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;22.  When you have your birthday, you gain wisdom,then in another year, you get your wisdom tooth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;23. I want to talk to your parents, especially yourmother and your father (hahaha pang pinoy movies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;24.  Form a single file with partners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;25.  Slowly, slowly...dali, dali!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;26.  Go faster, dont run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;27.  Form a circle, make it straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;28.  Bring any kind of art paper, make it blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;29.  Tell your Class Adviser... She taught you novalues, tell her she has no values...este, you have novalues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;30.  Line up girls.  Go inside your classroom and lineup then outside.  (Ano daw?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Other professors:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SIR MAC:  Ok, the Dance Club will present somethingfor us.  Uhm, Ms. G what will they do? Will they sing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MS. G:  Ang baso pang napupuno umaapaw rin yan. (talking about her boyfriend "Joy"- itong si Ms. Gyung maputi diba? sa health?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MANG PETER:  Mahirap kalaban ang kuryente (as resourceperson nung tinuturan tayo maging electrician attubera sa THE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-110840739073428611?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/110840739073428611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=110840739073428611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/110840739073428611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/110840739073428611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2005/02/taking-break-high-school-memories.html' title='taking a break - high school memories'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-110825337015531857</id><published>2005-02-13T08:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T08:09:30.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>Cheers to 7 years of friendship! Yep. my anniv ang barkada namin coz we marked the day nung kami ay nabuo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;To tina, dortz, pia, jeanique, elga, ina, jenny and ria, to the ExTrEmEs, both Here and Abroad,thanks for the best friendship I've ever had and will continue to have.... Happy Anniversary everyone! Mwah Mwah! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the our pictures through the years... Emphasis on &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; coz i can't find the time to scan ALL of our 2 albums worth of pictures.... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.photonski.com/small/peperoo/78147-small-AA_Uniform.jpg" width="200" height="150" alt="" align="bottom" title="High School life" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.photonski.com/small/peperoo/78148-small-almost_complete.jpg" width="200" height="150" alt="" align="bottom" title="at figaro" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.photonski.com/small/peperoo/78149-small-Bday10.jpg" width="200" height="150" alt="" align="bottom" title="my debut at holiday inn galleria" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.photonski.com/small/peperoo/78150-small-Kada01.jpg" width="200" height="150" alt="" align="bottom" title="my grandma's death anniv" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.photonski.com/small/peperoo/78151-small-kada7.jpg" width="150" height="200" alt="" align="bottom" title="2nd year sa HS stairs" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.photonski.com/small/peperoo/78153-small-Studio2.JPG" width="150" height="200" alt="" align="bottom" title="studio pic 3rd year" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.photonski.com/small/peperoo/78152-small-promkada02.jpg" width="200" height="150" alt="" align="bottom" title="prom" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.photonski.com/small/peperoo/78154-small-with_the_bday_boy.JPG" width="200" height="150" alt="" align="bottom" title="bday ni sid" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-110825337015531857?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/110825337015531857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=110825337015531857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/110825337015531857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/110825337015531857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary!'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-110775307230313610</id><published>2005-02-07T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T13:11:12.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ladida</title><content type='html'>this is how you end up looking during a meeting, on a supposed no class day, for itm... take note 8-1130am yan... sa seattle's best coffee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.photonski.com/small/peperoo/77130-small-birdie.jpg" width="199" height="163" alt="" align="bottom" title="birdie" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.photonski.com/small/peperoo/77131-small-cha.jpg" width="199" height="163" alt="" align="bottom" title="cha" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.photonski.com/small/peperoo/77132-small-daddy.jpg" width="199" height="163" alt="" align="bottom" title="ian" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.photonski.com/small/peperoo/77133-small-mics.jpg" width="199" height="163" alt="" align="bottom" title="mico" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;herherherher! la lang... just wanna share how the first half of my day went... half day pa lang yan ha... heheheh! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-110775307230313610?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-110725807682484198</id><published>2005-02-01T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T21:14:33.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and the saga of missing things continues....</title><content type='html'>no one is spared!&lt;br /&gt;today i lost one of my earrings... the hoop earring that used to belong to my lola but was passed on to me when she died.... sob... but i guess things like this happen... i kept the other and i'll turn it into a necklace na lang siguro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend 2 found her envelope of grad pics! hooray for her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend 3 got her coin purse stolen.... or did she lose it? e ano naman kung coin purse e puro barya lang yun.... well the coin purse she lost came from another friend and the keychain that was attached to the coin purse came from me... the key chain was bought in Catalina Island when i took a cruise in US...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya guys be careful... we thought we can just lose our minds because of piles of schoolwork, now we are also losing our stuff.... haay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-110725807682484198?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/110725807682484198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=110725807682484198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/110725807682484198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/110725807682484198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2005/02/and-saga-of-missing-things-continues.html' title='and the saga of missing things continues....'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-110718149983059269</id><published>2005-01-31T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T22:24:59.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>madami ang namamatay sa maling akala</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's the start of another week. for me, it might be one of the &lt;i&gt;hellest&lt;/i&gt; week ever and yet i'm feeling better. i'm happy. i'm giddy. i'm smiling. but who would be happy when two of her friends lost things they value most and are very sad right now. that's how i feel. i cannot be happy when people dear to me are feeling bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this happened lunch time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;friend 1 left her cellphone in her itm classroom and after just an hour, it's not there anymore. what's worse is that the class after hers is also an itm class. i'm not insinuating or anything, i just feel for her. so please please, if any of you finds a red sony ericsson T610, tell any of us bodega benchers... the sad thing about the phone is that, she paid for it with her own hard earned OJT money. and worse, she just lost the cellphone number indicated in her resume. so please, let us help her look for it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;while in itm class (6-9pm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;friend 2 texted me that the she left the envelope that contains all the grad pics she had collected in the faura labs. now this is another &lt;i&gt;nakakapanghinayang&lt;/i&gt; things coz she had collected alot. and losing all of it in one blow can really hurt. i mean, she can still ask her friends but it's a different case altogether. so peeps, if you find an envelope containing grad pictures anywhere in faura, please please contact me. thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-=o0o=-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on a different note, i have fully realized today that every action has a repercussion. one should be prepared with the consequences of one's actions. grrr... learned it a little too late eh? i did something a couple of weeks back which made me happy but then again i sacrificed another... howelz, that's all over anywayz... better move on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-=o0o=-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gotta grab some zzzzzzzz's. i need it badly... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-110718149983059269?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/110718149983059269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=110718149983059269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/110718149983059269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/110718149983059269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2005/01/madami-ang-namamatay-sa-maling-akala.html' title='madami ang namamatay sa maling akala'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-110656267742496493</id><published>2005-01-24T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T18:31:17.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the circle of life: one moment you're on top. in another you're way down there in the mud</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i guess this is really the homestretch until graduation. schoolwork is piling up and activities are filling the calendars of students. i must admit i was not in my best today. the pressure is starting to get to me. there are moments that i felt happy and &lt;i&gt;makulit&lt;/i&gt; but for the most part, i was grumpy, quiet and unsmiling. i really can't take the pressure. i envy those who can handle stress with a smile because i can't. people may think that i was PMS-ing or worse bitching around but this is the way for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i always feel so tired. i always feel lazy and i really get pissed and offended easily. i've become more sensitive. i just wish this to be all over. please.&lt;br /&gt;i hope this isn't a sign of what my week will be coz if it is, then tough luck for me then. what's even worse is that melby is goin on an immersion, which means i would be all alone on friday... crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh and btw, the job fair has begun. i guess it really is a sign that THIS IS IT! &lt;i&gt;sana lang hindi naman sobrang init... hindi ko kinaya ang weather kanina&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-=o0o=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on a lighter note, my soulsistah slept over here last saturday.. thank god for her coz i was able to have some sort of a reprieve from the hassles of school. we could literally describe ourselves as pigs. imagine, all we did was eat and sleep and watch tv. haha! we spent all sunday in our pajamas! haha! she was also a light in my dark mood. although a lot of happy things happened to me last week, actually more than the sad ones, the sad ones still seem to overpower the happy ones. the sad ones have been hovering in my mind even if i try to forget it. thank you soulsistah for being there! i had a blast this weekend! uyy, hooking her arms! :p hahahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;also, i have to commend the comedy show! hehe! i may have appeared mababaw coz all i did was laugh, but it really was funny. and what's even funnier was that even if we saw john estrada, bj palanca and lucky manzano, we were more startsruck or awestruck, for a better term, with gabby lopez... katzi was teasing us &lt;i&gt;na nagpapadiscover daw kami&lt;/i&gt; and that we should just transfer to their table so melbs and i didn't hve to crane our neck too much... HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-=o0o=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just wanna thank my friends, you know who you are, for bearing with me... and for making life a lot easier especially since we are all in this together..mwah!  :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-110656267742496493?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/110656267742496493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=110656267742496493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/110656267742496493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/110656267742496493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2005/01/circle-of-life-one-moment-youre-on-top.html' title='the circle of life: one moment you&apos;re on top. in another you&apos;re way down there in the mud'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8584360.post-110588206300102996</id><published>2005-01-16T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T21:27:43.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taking a break</title><content type='html'>*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm taking a break from studying. my mind is almost shutting down from information overload, from commands to OS architectures to the history of OS... i feel my head becoming a burden to my shoulders already from too much info it is trying to absorb. this is not counting the fact that i have to learn HOW to program since some people mentioned that a part of the test will be hardcore programming. riight.. thanks a lot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i possibly concentrate when at the back of my mind i'm already thinking about the sandy shores of pagudpud and la union? my mind is also filled with bizarre ideas on how after all of these i'll be free from all the burdens of school. most especially, how can i squeeze in OS data when i keep on daydreaming? HA! imagining scenarios happening... geez..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i do not need a break from studying OS. i need a break from SCHOOL! sounds even better.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8584360-110588206300102996?l=bluegraffiti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/feeds/110588206300102996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8584360&amp;postID=110588206300102996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/110588206300102996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584360/posts/default/110588206300102996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluegraffiti.blogspot.com/2005/01/taking-break.html' title='taking a break'/><author><name>blueG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03407579221038754963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k277/peperoo/smallpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
