<?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-4973592451688751617</id><updated>2011-05-21T08:06:43.726+08:00</updated><category term='Breakeven - The Script'/><category term='Skyway Avenue - We the Kings'/><category term='papaya'/><category term='Mad - Neyo'/><category term='list'/><category term='Bella`s Lullaby - Twilight.'/><category term='Dreaming in Colors'/><category term='Summer. Tagged.'/><category term='Junior Yr. 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Boredom.'/><category term='Make it Mine - Jason Mraz'/><category term='fun'/><category term='summer.  stargirl.'/><category term='Boyce Avenue.'/><title type='text'>Clueless</title><subtitle type='html'>UNDER CONSTRUCTION. :|</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-1850010964451025534</id><published>2009-05-14T19:28:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T20:38:56.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Are So Beautiful - Danny Gokey'/><title type='text'>You Are So Beautiful To Me</title><content type='html'>Danny Gokey got voted out. Which sucks. Big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAMBERT v.s. ALLEN FINALE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Adam Lambert:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He has the looks and the charisma to make girls and/or guys to go gaga over him. He is a great performer, but I just don't like him. Out of all the contestants, he is the experienced one. I mean even if he didn't join American Idol, I think sooner or later he would have been discovered. I liked him in the early part of the contest but I don't know about him being in the Final 2. People say he has the voice, even the judges. I don't know if they're deaf or what, but all I'm hearing is the same thing week after week. It's right to say that he give rock people something to be proud about, 'cause he sing pretty damn good. But in a singing contest like American Idol, you need to show that you can sing anything. I guess he got too comfortable with rock n' roll that he didn't even bother to try other genres. People might say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" 'cause he's good at it"&lt;/span&gt;. But I don't care, because at the end of the day I still wouldn't buy his album. So yea, I don't think he deserves to win, so sorry Adam Lambert fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kris Allen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say that I just love him. Need proof, just scroll down. I won't be biased, or at least I'll try not to be. So Kris Allen, he can sing well. He makes good renditions.  ---- Damn. I can't see and say anything bad about him. I just really like his arrangements to all the songs that he has sung on American Idol, but I know he had his off days, still throughout the contest he showed America that he can own a song, he could make it his. He could sing any song and I'd be able to tell that it's him. So sorry, I guess I'm really bias. But Kris is truly a great singer. And even if he doesn't win, I'd still love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess we need to wait for next week to know who would win. I'd like me some Kris Allen. But if Adam wins, well then he does. 'Cause I think all of them; Kris, Adam, Danny, Matt and all the other contestants, would still have a chance to become really famous cause all of them can really sing. And in American Idol you don't need to win to  say that you are truly an American  Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I just want to say that I hate Katy Perry's cape,  'cause it was just plain rude.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4973592451688751617-1850010964451025534?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1850010964451025534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=1850010964451025534' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/1850010964451025534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/1850010964451025534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-are-so-beautiful-to-me.html' title='You Are So Beautiful To Me'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-7251868275873061546</id><published>2009-04-30T18:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T18:38:01.588+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blame It - Jamie Foxx'/><title type='text'>Ta-dum-dum-dum.</title><content type='html'>What have I been up to? Let me think. Well, I organized the names of all the songs in our iPod. Which was so tiring. And I walked under the rain. I also watched a UAAP Replay on Studio 23. UST vs. ADMU Semi-Finals. Haha. It was nice to see Yuri and Chris Tiu again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I also took photos. Of Me. Hahaha. Vain, right? Nah. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Shameless Plug]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pillowcase.multiply.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/Sfl-sa5A1TI/AAAAAAAAADw/zZlXXGhIeYE/s400/Nonono..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330430935567488306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there. I'm out of words.  Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4973592451688751617-7251868275873061546?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/7251868275873061546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=7251868275873061546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/7251868275873061546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/7251868275873061546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2009/04/ta-dum-dum-dum.html' title='Ta-dum-dum-dum.'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/Sfl-sa5A1TI/AAAAAAAAADw/zZlXXGhIeYE/s72-c/Nonono..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-4047608925976149967</id><published>2009-04-29T00:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T01:23:04.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insert A Title Here</title><content type='html'>I haven't updated my blog. For unknown reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm too lazy. Or I just don't know what to write. Haha. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I'm self reviewing and I'm back to previous lessons, but I'm already in Chemistry, so I guess I'm back to third year. I have no progress in math. I guess my mind can't take it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm out of words. Sorry for the random post, dear blog. Haha. I'll try to update more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4973592451688751617-4047608925976149967?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4047608925976149967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=4047608925976149967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/4047608925976149967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/4047608925976149967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2009/04/insert-title-here.html' title='Insert A Title Here'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-830759303353800972</id><published>2009-04-17T00:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T01:10:38.764+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make You Feel My Love - Kris Allen'/><title type='text'>I Will Make You Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...make your dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I wasn't able to update cause I've got nothing to post about. But now I do. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kris Allen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yes, Kris Allen from American Idol Season 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SedjW-IClLI/AAAAAAAAADo/cRQcDf-VoHQ/s1600-h/kris-allen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SedjW-IClLI/AAAAAAAAADo/cRQcDf-VoHQ/s400/kris-allen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325334330673894578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like him. He has a good voice and he puts his own style to the music he sings on A.I. And a definite plus is his good looks. I want him in the Top 3. With Adam and Matt. Or Danny. I want Lil to be voted out. I'm starting to like Anoop. And Allison, is just ok. She looks like Pebbles from The Flinstones. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the judges used their save for Matt Giraud. 'Cause of this, two will be eliminated next week (Disco Night).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sorry for the shameless plug on Kris Allen. I just love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... go to the ends of the earth for YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4973592451688751617-830759303353800972?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/830759303353800972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=830759303353800972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/830759303353800972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/830759303353800972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-will-make-you-happy.html' title='I Will Make You Happy'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SedjW-IClLI/AAAAAAAAADo/cRQcDf-VoHQ/s72-c/kris-allen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-2248394590139808909</id><published>2009-03-29T14:45:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T20:18:11.877+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anyone Else but You - Michael Cera and Ellen Page'/><title type='text'>Talking about Sunny D and Hamburger Phones..</title><content type='html'>Notice that I have a new layout. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bea, double meaning&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha. Need not to explain that. Anyway, I'll be changing the banner soon, when I find a better photograph or finally have a photo shoot with Marla, my Drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last night I didn't feel like sleeping. Which leads to me watching Juno in my iPod. Thanks to Berna. So I guess this would be my first review, even though its not about a series as I've said in the previous post. But what the heck&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/Sc8fSmnxDjI/AAAAAAAAADY/FqkwqDuaP8o/s1600-h/80vsb2h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/Sc8fSmnxDjI/AAAAAAAAADY/FqkwqDuaP8o/s320/80vsb2h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318504089413291570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well you see, I find Juno as one of the movies that I can watc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;h again and again. I really like it. I first watched it in the internet. I forgot what site, though. Anyway, Juno is a story about a teenager who got pregnant at the age of 16. The story is realistic except for the fact that it has a Happy Ending ( which doesn't happen often ). Another thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ng is that it's not preachy (Hahaha) and it tackles a current issue (PMS. :p ). So yea, Juno I would say is a good movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/Sc8fTJJFHHI/AAAAAAAAADg/zToKFybiU1Y/s1600-h/ellen-page-juno_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/Sc8fTJJFHHI/AAAAAAAAADg/zToKFybiU1Y/s320/ellen-page-juno_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318504098679823474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, I just fell in love with Ellen Page. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Scared Shitless.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4973592451688751617-2248394590139808909?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2248394590139808909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=2248394590139808909' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/2248394590139808909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/2248394590139808909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunny-d-and-hamburger-phones.html' title='Talking about Sunny D and Hamburger Phones..'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/Sc8fSmnxDjI/AAAAAAAAADY/FqkwqDuaP8o/s72-c/80vsb2h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-7789167839210816217</id><published>2009-03-28T21:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T21:55:59.421+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tongue Tied - Faber Drive'/><title type='text'>I Need A Little More Luck..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...than a little bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to go to the beach. Or just swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;. It's hot like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now mix it with boredom, we now have the perfect recipe for a useless summer. Well then, I'll just start doodling or editing pictures so I'll be able to forget the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hour&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;just ended. Hope you voted Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coming Soon: Posts will be about series I've recently watched or I'm still watching.&lt;/span&gt; [ Just to remove boredom and so that my posts will have a little more sense. ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4973592451688751617-7789167839210816217?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/7789167839210816217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=7789167839210816217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/7789167839210816217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/7789167839210816217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-need-little-more-luck.html' title='I Need A Little More Luck..'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-4624200633501649643</id><published>2009-03-27T13:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:29:10.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insomia - Craig David'/><title type='text'>Countdown to Midnight</title><content type='html'>Kriecia's Birthday is today, but her party was yesterday. And it was so much fun. Party lights and all night dancing was our thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before the party I went to school for a Demo, but I was late. Hahaha. I just went to Mcdo with Pia, Bea and Lourdes. Then to Bea's crib. We watched Dirty &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Sexy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Money&lt;/span&gt;, Las Vegas and played one round of the Grey's Anatomy Trivia Boardgame. I won. But I'm just really lucky, 'cause I was against Bea. Bea of all people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Happy Happy Birthday Kriecia. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Turn on the party lights. Press Play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's start to party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4973592451688751617-4624200633501649643?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4624200633501649643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=4624200633501649643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/4624200633501649643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/4624200633501649643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2009/03/countdown-to-midnight.html' title='Countdown to Midnight'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-5827908747955249487</id><published>2009-03-23T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:20:15.516+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ang Huling El Bimbo - Eraserheads'/><title type='text'>Boo Freakin' Hoo</title><content type='html'>..got that from How I Met Your Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DAMN. So &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and it is so effin &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Who is they and who is us, 'cause I'm just getting confused."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. My shortest blog ever. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4973592451688751617-5827908747955249487?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5827908747955249487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=5827908747955249487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/5827908747955249487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/5827908747955249487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2009/03/boo-freakin-hoo.html' title='Boo Freakin&apos; Hoo'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-5245105015488460925</id><published>2009-03-21T19:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T19:17:34.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make it Mine - Jason Mraz'/><title type='text'>Has Fallen from the Face of the Earth</title><content type='html'>I haven't updated my blog, obviously. I'm too lazy. Haha :)) And I have a lame layout, but thanks to winning &lt;a href="http://tilltonightdouspart.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bianca Bueno&lt;/a&gt;'s contest, now she'll make me one. But that's still after her graduation. [ Congrats, B ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what have I been busy doing lately. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. play &lt;a href="http://www.jamlegend.com/"&gt;Jam Legend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. play Pet Society&lt;br /&gt;3. watch a Korean Series ( Hahahahahahaha )&lt;br /&gt;4. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;5. Eat&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;. &lt;s&gt; RedBox with III5 &lt;/s&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- I wasn't able to go. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a boring summer. Can't wait for review, at least I'll be able to go out by then. But hope I'll be able to go out soon. I'm rotting here at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I love you is just another pick up line.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4973592451688751617-5245105015488460925?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5245105015488460925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=5245105015488460925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/5245105015488460925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/5245105015488460925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2009/03/has-fallen-from-face-of-earth.html' title='Has Fallen from the Face of the Earth'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-194740422362928259</id><published>2009-03-14T08:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T09:30:28.452+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hands Down - Dashboard Confessional'/><title type='text'>My heart is yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...to fill or burst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't feel summer. Damn. It's not sinking in that I don't need to study for an exam anymore. Hahaha. Good thing is that I can already sleep early or whenever I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer Bummer, let's go out. I don't want to rot here in Cavite. Hmm. Anyway, Last day was fun. We went to Mcdo then to Jill's crib. We watched Number 23 and Rm. 1408. Thanks, McPrince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it really is summer? I don't know what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4973592451688751617-194740422362928259?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/194740422362928259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=194740422362928259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/194740422362928259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/194740422362928259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-heart-is-yours.html' title='My heart is yours'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-3859078355263789310</id><published>2009-03-12T16:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T16:31:02.997+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hands Down - Dashboard Confessional'/><title type='text'>Wear your headband then Pass your paper.</title><content type='html'>Whew! Tomorrow is the last day. Damn. Time to keep those black shoes and hang up those uniforms. And better wear some summer clothes cause it's getting hotter by the minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Chem is so over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 9 pages of pure evil is the mark of the end of Chemistry. But I'll miss it, somehow. I will definitely miss III-5 and our teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still have no clear plans on what to do after exams tomorrow. Bummer. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hope I'll be productive this summer. Photoshoot! Anyone who wants to model? I want to enjoy this summer before we enter another school year, this time as "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;SENIORS&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 2 to go and then its 2 months of pure fun for all of us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4973592451688751617-3859078355263789310?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3859078355263789310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=3859078355263789310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/3859078355263789310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/3859078355263789310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2009/03/wear-your-headband-then-pass-your-paper.html' title='Wear your headband then Pass your paper.'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-8054541534274974589</id><published>2009-03-09T17:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:57:46.037+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obviously - McFly'/><title type='text'>On Icing and Food Coloring</title><content type='html'>I'll keep this short. I still need to review for SocSci and Religion. Another all-nighter. Kaya hindi ako gumagaling e. Hmpf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAKING was TIRING but &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm done! Haha. Kiddin'. We also had our Elective Orientation today. We chose our Top 3 choices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; for our Elective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Top 3 were:&lt;br /&gt;1. Visual Arts ( of course! :p )&lt;br /&gt;2. Advance Computer and Basic Bookkeeping ( :| )&lt;br /&gt;3. Media Arts ( its third because I'm shy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. Hey, I'm going to  review at LSC. Its final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sched: May 4 - 30 am at ISO Ateneo Rm. 6  ( I think )&lt;br /&gt;I wanna thank Belay for reserving us our spots. Love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sorry for the random post.&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of here. Need to study!! :| :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4973592451688751617-8054541534274974589?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8054541534274974589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=8054541534274974589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/8054541534274974589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/8054541534274974589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-icing-and-food-coloring.html' title='On Icing and Food Coloring'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-289438753476284059</id><published>2009-03-08T00:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T00:53:55.118+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FM.'/><title type='text'>Kaleidoscope World</title><content type='html'>For a Great Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a fan of Francis Magalona but he truly is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through his music as well was his photographs, he expressed who he really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a man of great words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will be sadly missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To His will I submit myself.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Francis M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4973592451688751617-289438753476284059?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/289438753476284059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=289438753476284059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/289438753476284059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/289438753476284059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2009/03/kaleidoscope-world.html' title='Kaleidoscope World'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-1512457380200592274</id><published>2009-03-05T18:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T18:41:22.110+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finals. Junior Yr.'/><title type='text'>When the end comes..</title><content type='html'>6 days to go till the end of classes. And then summer. Whoop-dee-doo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is still a lot of things we need to do. Teachers are forcing us to cram. Dammit. Ugh. After our first Final test, we are gonna have our have baking. Who does that? Baking after an exam. Tss. Anyway, we'll be baking Lakatan flavored Chiffon cake [ Banana Bread? ] Want a slice? Haha. Hope we do good with our baking. I'll be doing the effin' design. Hope I don't mess it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Practical in computer was an Epic Fail! It was hard. So hard. I hate Visual Basic. Rose and Anjel were exempted, cheaters. Haha. Sorry bitter. :| Hope I don't fail computer, as well as my other subjects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, pray for us will you? Finals starts on Monday. We need your prayers. LOTS and lots of prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sorry for the late update dear blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4973592451688751617-1512457380200592274?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1512457380200592274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=1512457380200592274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/1512457380200592274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/1512457380200592274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-end-comes.html' title='When the end comes..'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-6810234921166239488</id><published>2009-02-04T19:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:48:31.910+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Check Yes Juliet - We the Kings'/><title type='text'>Lights and Shadows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We are having our Wayang Kulit ( Shadow Puppet Play ). And our story is about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A MERMAID, A PEARL, THE SEA AND A MERMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, you read right. We mixed up The Pearl and Little Mermaid with a twist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its in Filipino so it would be a lot more fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Can't reveal the storyline though, cause it would ruin our story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just watch it. Promise, you'll laugh your head off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll keep on throwing stones at your window.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4973592451688751617-6810234921166239488?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6810234921166239488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=6810234921166239488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/6810234921166239488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/6810234921166239488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2009/02/lights-and-shadows.html' title='Lights and Shadows'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-6087615126822980650</id><published>2009-02-02T20:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:58:52.037+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skyway Avenue - We the Kings'/><title type='text'>The Hunt for the Lost Filecase</title><content type='html'>Ever seen me carrying a blue broken filecase?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has a Superman picture on one side and a Invader Zim on the other. (FYI: I'm a kid stuck in a teenagers body) And of course it contains a lot more than just cartoon pictures and junk. It contains important files which I need for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate losing things. I don't know if I left it at Starbucks or somewhere in between. But I hope I find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Sorry for the late update. Got no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you guys on the 6th. (Bandfest: The Sixth Day)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4973592451688751617-6087615126822980650?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6087615126822980650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=6087615126822980650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/6087615126822980650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/6087615126822980650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2009/02/lost-plastic-filecase.html' title='The Hunt for the Lost Filecase'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-1684674614607873722</id><published>2009-01-14T20:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T20:50:31.696+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tearing Up My Heart - NSync'/><title type='text'>Fries and Plastic Cups</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Still sick. Got a cold and somehow a slight fever. My voice is still "husky" ( as said by Sir Rehoy ). Weird. But oh well. Guess it's karma. For all the times I've stayed up late to watch my shows or to do school related stuff. Blah. I guess I could say what Portia said, "...my little body is aweary of this great world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I`m starting to get addicted once again to my old favorite pastime, reading Archie comics. ( See I'm still a kid at heart :p ) I sometimes even read them during class hours. I'm losing my focus. Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to what I really wanted to post about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are starting to talk about where would they review for the College Entrance Exams. Some are going with Ahead, some with LSC ( I'm one of them ), some I dunno, and some are still undecided. It feels really weird though. Thinking of it. Scary even, but oh well, nothing we can do about it. No matter what we do it really is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O-kay. I don't want to end this post sad. Did you see Sir Rehoy today? Haha. It was funny. He treated us like soldiers, calling us using our last names. His gun and backpack was cool, I got to give him props for that. It was somehow convincing. Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made us sing another song, and it was too funny not to share it with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quarter simula na (3x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sa Europe naganda ang World War I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1914-1918 ito ay naganap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Di mapigil na manakop ang Germany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tinapatan ng Britain ang Germany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;World War (8x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Europe " kinareer" militarism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naiba "meaning" ng nationalism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's in the tune of Single Ladies by Beyonce. Haha. Try to sing it. Most of his songs are really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. got my Maganda Pa Ang Daigdig waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" At kahit sa huli ay hindi kami ang nagkatuluyan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siya pa rin ang First Love ko. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mcdo. I love you McDo People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4973592451688751617-1684674614607873722?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1684674614607873722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=1684674614607873722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/1684674614607873722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/1684674614607873722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2009/01/fries-and-plastic-cups.html' title='Fries and Plastic Cups'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-5762076184068363866</id><published>2009-01-10T16:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T16:39:11.789+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mad - Neyo'/><title type='text'>Tired&amp;Twisted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That's how I`m feeling lately. &lt;s&gt;Bullshit.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scratch that. First blog of the year and I`m already destroying it. I feel literally twisted though `cause of my twisted pinky finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Wanna see it. Click &lt;a href="http://pillowcase.multiply.com/photos/album/101/My_Twisted_Finger._"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wasn't in the mood to update my blog during the Christmas Break. I dunno why. Weird, right? But its not like updating my blog would be any good. My blog's already crappy to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Intrams was fun. Tiring of course. We came in second place for Basketball.&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday we had our Merchant of Venice Play, which was fun. With the costumes and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess I`ll just update you when I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" Then must you speak of the one who loved not wisely but too well.."&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/4973592451688751617-5762076184068363866?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5762076184068363866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=5762076184068363866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/5762076184068363866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/5762076184068363866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2009/01/tired.html' title='Tired&amp;Twisted'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-3678607431966647258</id><published>2008-12-13T11:33:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:19:52.359+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breakeven - The Script'/><title type='text'>To Put Her in the Magazine.</title><content type='html'>I saw my father's issue of Time with the 100 Most Influential/Important People this Year. It was cool, so I started flipping the pages, reading the stories of the Chosen Ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Makers of Guitar Hero was in it. Which was so cool. Haha. Obama, McCain, &amp;amp; Clinton too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Time got this one wrong. Effin` wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miley Cyrus? Seriously? I thought it was a joke, but I guess not. Time might have been right to put her because she's popular but together with Obama, Clinton, McCain, and other important people who really brought a difference in this world. That`s just wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate her, cause she has no talent. There are still billions of people who could have her spot in that magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 6, 713, 763, 145 (and still growing) people in this World and they chose her. God. What did she do to make this world better? Sing senseless songs? Act like a diva, like a spoiled brat. And to make matters worse, she is being idolize by kids. Kids, for Pete's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really are being demoralized. We now only care about popularity, power and wealth. That's our basis for the Most Important and Influential people, not even thinking twice it they`re really worthy of this kind of praise. We forget to notice the small people who really matter. Who really make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, this entry was not made to criticize anyone, not Time or Miley Cyrus. I`m just voicing out my opinion about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Got to go. I`m starting to make my PPT for Filipino. Then study for Finals. So, yea. Update you after Finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Days till Christmas. :) Do you feel it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4973592451688751617-3678607431966647258?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3678607431966647258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=3678607431966647258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/3678607431966647258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/3678607431966647258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-put-her-in-magazine.html' title='To Put Her in the Magazine.'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-2945221689645063449</id><published>2008-12-11T19:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:02:21.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the SideTrack</title><content type='html'>I hate this day. I hate crying. And I really hate this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. This day is the worst day ever. `Cause I know for sure I failed my Algeb LT. Stupid person. And to add to that, my computer went wackoo while we were having the Practical Exam. I lost half of my work. The long codes that I worked hard on. It would have been great if I had time to make all of it again. But no. I had 5 mins. 5 effin' mins. It was frustating, hearing that warning bell outside the Comp Lab and see my classmates saving their work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried, not that I can help it. It just kept on flowing. And I hate it. I was almost finish, I was about to save my file. I never felt so helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. said, "Sayang ka, ok na sana eh. Ndi mo pa nasave"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God. Thanks a lot Ms. Anyway, she said that she`ll take it to consideration. I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I just want to let it out. Need to study for the Mastery, to somehow pull my grades up. I want to finsih early `cause I still lack some sleep. :\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4973592451688751617-2945221689645063449?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2945221689645063449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=2945221689645063449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/2945221689645063449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/2945221689645063449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-sidetrack.html' title='On the SideTrack'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-7705187079228947023</id><published>2008-12-07T13:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T12:38:39.484+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bella`s Lullaby - Twilight.'/><title type='text'>You`re like My Own Personal Brand of Heroine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeap. I`ve finally watched Twilight yesterday. And I guess it was ok, because I already expected the worst because everyone kept on saying it was not good. I only liked James. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yea, Bella`s Lullaby&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Edward`s Hoodie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/STtloLYYz8I/AAAAAAAAACg/7gbvroDrJ2w/s1600-h/2933265169_0d1fd096ff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276923129318920130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/STtloLYYz8I/AAAAAAAAACg/7gbvroDrJ2w/s320/2933265169_0d1fd096ff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[ Image from: &lt;a href="http://www.yahoo.com/"&gt;Yahoo.&lt;/a&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That`s the kind of Hoodie I want to own. But I don`t know where to buy one. Loser, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I also went to NBS yesterday after watching the movie, and I saw a staedtler set there, waiting for me to buy it. But I`m broke, and its not like my parents would buy me one. Tss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went for a FIFA Lanyard hunting at Trinoma, but I didn`t find any. Freek. So I guess that would be 3 things that would rot in my wishlist for centuries. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, got to go. Need to finish more Requirements.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4973592451688751617-7705187079228947023?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/7705187079228947023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=7705187079228947023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/7705187079228947023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/7705187079228947023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2008/12/youre-like-my-own-personal-brand-of.html' title='You`re like My Own Personal Brand of Heroine.'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/STtloLYYz8I/AAAAAAAAACg/7gbvroDrJ2w/s72-c/2933265169_0d1fd096ff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-5338613601059928382</id><published>2008-12-02T18:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T19:53:49.938+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decode - Paramore'/><title type='text'>How Did We Get Here?</title><content type='html'>I`m cramming. Again. And it SUCKS. So I`m not promising, but I will do my best not to Slack anymore. Wish me luck. Pray for me. And hope that I can keep it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. List of Things to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Speech&lt;br /&gt;- TLE Project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study for:&lt;br /&gt;-Algeb&lt;br /&gt;-Pinoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those who completely didn`t do anything during the weekends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Reflection&lt;br /&gt;- Declamation [ AP ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yea. Got to Go. Sorry for the shameful Entry. Hope you understand, Dear Blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4973592451688751617-5338613601059928382?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/5338613601059928382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=5338613601059928382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/5338613601059928382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/5338613601059928382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-did-we-get-here.html' title='How Did We Get Here?'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-2931774146791467134</id><published>2008-12-01T16:27:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T18:59:15.930+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreaming in Colors'/><title type='text'>Shameless Plug</title><content type='html'>I`ve seen this site because of Bianca Bueno, months ago.  I support their movement and so should you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.twloha.com/index.php"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/STO93jXf80I/AAAAAAAAACA/N2e2ECQQga4/s320/l8529136956_5535.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274768350665241410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;" &gt;It`s a great organization. Their vision is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" class="important"  &gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" class="important" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;MISSION STATEMENT:&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;To Write Love on Her Arms is a non-profit movement dedicated to presenting hope and finding help for people struggling with depression, addiction, self-injury and suicide. TWLOHA exists to encourage, inform, inspire and also to invest directly into treatment and recovery.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;VISION:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" class="important" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;                &lt;p&gt;The vision is that we actually believe these things…&lt;/p&gt;                                &lt;p&gt;You were created to love and be loved.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You were meant to live life in relationship with other people, to know and be known. You need to know that your story is important and that you're part of a bigger story.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You need to know that your life matters.&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p&gt;We live in a difficult world, a broken world.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My friend Byron is very smart - he says that life is hard for most people most of the time.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We believe that everyone can relate to pain, that all of us live with questions, and all of us get stuck in moments.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You need to know that you're not alone in the places you feel stuck.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p&gt;We all wake to the human condition.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We wake to mystery and beauty but also to tragedy and loss.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Millions of people live with problems of pain.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Millions of homes are filled with questions – moments and seasons and cycles that come as thieves and aim to stay.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We know that pain is very real.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is our privilege to suggest that hope is real, and that help is real.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p&gt;You need to know that rescue is possible, that freedom is possible, that God is still in the business of redemption.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We're seeing it happen.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We're seeing lives change as people get the help they need.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People sitting across from a counselor for the first time.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People stepping into treatment.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In desperate moments, people calling a suicide hotline.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We know that the first step to recovery is the hardest to take.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We want to say here that it's worth it, that your life is worth fighting for, that it's possible to change.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p&gt;Beyond treatment, we believe that community is essential, that people need other people, that we were never meant to do life alone.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;The vision is that community and hope and help would replace secrets and silence.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p&gt;The vision is people putting down guns and blades and bottles.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p&gt;The vision is that we can reduce the suicide rate in America and around the world.&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p&gt;The vision is that we would learn what it means to love our friends, and that we would love ourselves enough to get the help we need.&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The vision is &lt;/span&gt;better endings.  The vision is the restoration of broken families and broken relationships.&lt;span&gt;  The vision is&lt;/span&gt; people finding life, finding freedom, finding love. The vision is graduation, a Super Bowl, a wedding, a child, a sunrise. The vision is people becoming incredible parents, people breaking cycles, making change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;The vision is the possibility that your best days are ahead.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;The vision is the possibility that we're more loved than we'll ever know.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p&gt;The vision is hope, and hope is real.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" class="important" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;                &lt;p&gt;You are not alone, and this is not the end of your story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" class="important"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;" class="important" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-size:13;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So support them. :) They also have cool merchandises, and I`m adding one in my Wishlist:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.zambooie.com/twloha/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/STPBnEks0cI/AAAAAAAAACY/EUCvGE5M7jY/s320/TWLSEHOOD101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274772465567715778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. That's my Shameless Plug. :D Sorry for being random&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="important"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-family:arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="important"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-family:arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="important"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-family:arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="important"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-family:arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="important"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-family:arial;font-size:13;"  &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/4973592451688751617-2931774146791467134?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2931774146791467134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=2931774146791467134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/2931774146791467134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/2931774146791467134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2008/12/shameless-plug.html' title='Shameless Plug'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/STO93jXf80I/AAAAAAAAACA/N2e2ECQQga4/s72-c/l8529136956_5535.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-8273335047095295379</id><published>2008-11-29T21:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T22:24:50.649+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Blue III5'/><title type='text'>From Mud We Came, To Mud We Return.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It was our Outbound yesterday. We went to Seven Lakes, Laguna. Rafting, Trekking, Swimming&amp;amp;Mud Fight was our thing. We got home late, took a lot of Awesome pictures, ate junk food all day, and got dirty and wet. It was FUN like hell. This outbound gained me some unforgettable moments, but I won`t go into detail because it would only bore you. So to sum it up, Outbound was FUN&amp;amp;&amp;amp;III5 [ TrueBlue ] is LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"We got Stinking. We got Dirty...But Atleast We Learned"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Sinong SuperHero ang Naka-Labgown... Edi si SoliMAN" - Christelle&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/4973592451688751617-8273335047095295379?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8273335047095295379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=8273335047095295379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/8273335047095295379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/8273335047095295379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2008/11/from-mud-we-came-to-mud-we-return.html' title='From Mud We Came, To Mud We Return.'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-3389065918274947962</id><published>2008-11-26T19:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T19:24:25.997+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Build God Then We`ll Talk'/><title type='text'>This is how We Roll.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Had fun during our Palihan. But it was tiring though. Running after kids. :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Vicente&amp;amp;Jerome were so Cute!! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;K. Phidophile mode. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway. I also enjoyed my Voluntary Remedial. Ms. Gineta really is a Great Teacher. :D But she has a different method with Ms. Soliman, so it's kind of confusing. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So that was my day. Boring. :p So TTFN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hey, wait. Before I go I want to ask &lt;strong&gt;when is Your Birthday&lt;/strong&gt;? It's for my planner. Thanks. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4973592451688751617-3389065918274947962?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3389065918274947962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=3389065918274947962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/3389065918274947962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/3389065918274947962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-how-we-roll.html' title='This is how We Roll.'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-2430855555581530812</id><published>2008-11-25T20:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:41:00.110+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boyce Avenue.'/><title type='text'>Back where We Came From.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I`m so Happy!!!. :D I finally have my Starbucks Planner. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In color&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;BLUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thanks to my sisters, for their coffee-loving genes. ;p Anyway, send me your birthdates,Dudes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I really want to fully use my planner, this time around. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4973592451688751617-2430855555581530812?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2430855555581530812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=2430855555581530812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/2430855555581530812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/2430855555581530812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2008/11/hear-ye-hear-ye.html' title='Back where We Came From.'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-7290776740267187178</id><published>2008-11-24T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:20:25.064+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LALALALALA.'/><title type='text'>Here We Go Again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Three Fingers, Read Between the Lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4973592451688751617-7290776740267187178?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/7290776740267187178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=7290776740267187178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/7290776740267187178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/7290776740267187178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2008/11/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here We Go Again.'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-3983261070773429473</id><published>2008-11-09T15:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:57:22.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Junior Yr.'/><title type='text'>Stuck in Reverse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Dear Blog,&lt;br /&gt;I`m sorry to let you rot away. I`m just really busy and I need&lt;br /&gt;to focus on my studies. I`ll update you as soon as I can&lt;br /&gt;and I`ll try my best to make a Layout for you. I decent one.&lt;br /&gt;That is, if I can already make one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iris.&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/4973592451688751617-3983261070773429473?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3983261070773429473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=3983261070773429473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/3983261070773429473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/3983261070773429473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2008/11/stuck-in-reverse.html' title='Stuck in Reverse'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-1882947206179266452</id><published>2008-09-27T13:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T00:36:41.973+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Junior Yr. ADMU. Blue Eagles. Champions. Finals.'/><title type='text'>Impossible is Nothing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thank God for Tv, because I was still able to watch the Final Game of ADMU vs DLSU. Though watching it Live at Araneta would have been so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GOOD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, I`m entitled to my own opinion so I`m here to share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Chris Tiu back on his game and the team still as strong as ever, it was impossible to stop the Blue Eagles. They again played as a team, giving every player a chance to hold the ball. They also put their heart into the game, and they have set their minds on winning only. It was a good Final game, especially for Chris Tiu and Yuri Escuetta who are already on their final year. Finally, they got the Championship they have been waiting for years. And may I say, it is also well deserved. What Coach Pumaren said about the worst officiating was kind of unfair for the Blue side. Sure, it was kind of wrong to put out Maierhofer from the game for 2 Technical Fouls, but when La Salle was being called out to receive their trophy and medals and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO ONE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; showed up. That was just wrong. Some sportsmanship would have done them some good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some would say, "Syempre masakit yun, natalo sila." Well they need to suck it up, because Ateneo(or any other school for that matter) have already felt what the Archers were going through. But did they complain? NO. Rumors are spreading out that the DLSU would file a complain, well that's all fucked up(sorry for the foul language). They should settle it where it matters, In court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people on the Green side, don't be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;bitter&lt;/span&gt;. That's Life, you just need to get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Welcome your new Champions, The One and Only. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ateneo Blue Eagles!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Puso - Spongecola]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bring back the Pride. One Big Fight. Impossible is Nothing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4973592451688751617-1882947206179266452?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1882947206179266452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=1882947206179266452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/1882947206179266452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/1882947206179266452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2008/09/impossible-is-nothing.html' title='Impossible is Nothing.'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-2288383024003103490</id><published>2008-09-22T18:02:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T14:20:57.652+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Junior yr. ADMU. Blue Eagles. Game 1.'/><title type='text'>Blue Fever: Game 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This would make it official that my blog is ALIVE again. Haha. School has been busy. Really. Quizzes. Assignments. Term Paper. and especially the Retreat. Love you Dorm B!!! XD But with that all gone I can already update my blog. Snippets only, 'cause finals is already near. AGAIN. Tss. So fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I`m not here to ramble about school. I`m here to give my opinion on the Game One of the Championship: ADMU vs DLSU finals. I won`t point out the obvious, you know which side I`m on. Haha. :) So let's get it going. Wait, for the record whatever I say here is my opinion. Mine, got it? So please no violent reactions. I will write what I`ve observed, you read if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Finals really is a big deal for both schools. I'm sure some of you have read the countless articles about this series. And with the First Game already done, the crowd is wanting more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m really thrilled that Ateneo won the first game. It was a nice victory, but I would personally say that the game wasn't really that good. I don't know if both teams were just really nervous about the game but the 1st Qtr was a real mess. They can't pass the ball properly, some even threw the ball outside court. But atleast they were able to gain composure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made them win:&lt;br /&gt;-- All I can say is that Ateneo played as a team not individually, they know how to share the ball. They don't depend on one person only, they use the strong traits of each player. And I guess the Blue side needs to thank Coach Norman Black for this. He saw the potential of each player, and he developed it. He has set up a strong front line for the Eagles. This game only proved that the team is well-balanced, they could still function even though their best players were not in the court. The 7 blocks by Baclao really helped. The 3 pointers by Jai Reyes made Ateneo take the lead. Al-Hussani still proved that he is one of their star players, with his 31 pts. Yuri Escueta, had set up a great play for them and he's passes to Al-Hussani or any other player who can have the sure shots made Ateneo take the lead a little further. Same goes for Chris Tiu. Long, Salamat, Nkemakolam were also good. Buenafe also proved that being a Rookie didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their weakness:&lt;br /&gt;- Foul trouble, really I was like "Paramihan ba ng foul ang game na 'to?"&lt;br /&gt;- "Butterfinger", they were sometimes really careless on handling the ball.&lt;br /&gt;- Emotions?, sorry but really some of them were so intense. Adrenaline, I guess. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for La Salle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- They were strong as well, but they need to be able to play as a team to beat Ateneo for the 2nd game. The team focused on JV Casio and Maierhofer, when they still have a lot of strong players. Like Atkins, Barua, Malabes, Revilla, and Villianueva. They also had a lot of Foul Trouble.They also need to have a stronger defense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's it. Game 1 is over. This blog is almost finished. Just want to share some side comments. I was really mad at some calls of the Refs. Tss. And Mangahas was BLAH! Haha. I find it really funny when Al-Hussani, Baclao, Jai "Ninoy" raised their hands because they don't know who fouled Maeirhofer. Good boys, Honest eh. HAHA. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, That's it. Update you again when I can. &lt;u&gt;Coming Next:&lt;/u&gt; Game 2, Thursday!! XD TTFN. &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/4973592451688751617-2288383024003103490?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2288383024003103490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=2288383024003103490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/2288383024003103490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/2288383024003103490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2008/09/blue-fever-game-1.html' title='Blue Fever: Game 1'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-2994406065018845517</id><published>2008-07-20T21:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T18:34:47.578+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Junior Yr. Hiatus.'/><title type='text'>Hiatus, For Real.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SINC8CC7qCI/AAAAAAAAABc/IQIlLcvNj14/s1600-h/Untitled-1_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225093591788660770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SINC8CC7qCI/AAAAAAAAABc/IQIlLcvNj14/s320/Untitled-1_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SIM-Fr_dlqI/AAAAAAAAABU/SELR68daRxo/s1600-h/Untitled-1_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That`s right. I`ll be leaving for awhile. Schoolwork is starting to pile up and Finals for this quarter is just around the corner so I kind of need to focus on my studies for quite some time. And with that happening I think I can`t update my blog, or I could but it will not be a good entry. I`m not totally abandoning my blog, (even though it already looks like I did) just leaving it for some time. So, that`s that. Just wait for the updates of my random ramblings and stories about school, friends, and anything under the sun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;TTFN. :]]&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/4973592451688751617-2994406065018845517?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2994406065018845517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=2994406065018845517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/2994406065018845517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/2994406065018845517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2008/07/hiatus-for-real.html' title='Hiatus, For Real.'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SINC8CC7qCI/AAAAAAAAABc/IQIlLcvNj14/s72-c/Untitled-1_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-2624970512058970886</id><published>2008-06-30T19:25:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:59:24.608+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Junior Yr.'/><title type='text'>PE = Hell. :\\</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok. So today, I wasn`t late. O`yea! I came from Cavite, still I wasn`t late. Haha. Ok. I`m in hyper mode. Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway. I was late last friday, because I was, AGAIN left by my schoolbus because I didn`t wake up on time. The Horror. :\\ Back to my story, I was late and so was Denise so we were about to go to Ms. Sacdalan but instead Denden took a detour and went to Ms. Garcia, saying that she already passed the registration form. This is what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Den: Ms. Napasa ko na po yan. *pointing to a reg. form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ms. Geom: Onga, kumpleto na yan. Bat?&lt;br /&gt;Den: Ha? Ahh okay. Pero Ms.. * then she realizes that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Den: Ay admission form pala. Ba yan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Iris&amp;amp;&amp;amp;Aira: *LOL. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After that, we had Adv. Algeb. And then Recess. Okay, I`m skipping on the details because it was boring. We have Chem for our next prd. And suprisingly at the end of the prd we wanted to extend because we wanted to play the game she prepared for us. Miracle no? Haha. :D English was next, and when Ms. Calderon entered our classroom. We all shouted, " BURGER!! BURGER!!" because she was now sporting a new hair cut. Haha. Funny!! BTW. We had our presentations on the different english periods, and Tsabi was Willie Wonka. That`s how they spelled it, ok? Walalang. Haha. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;During Religion, we somehow panicked because Bernadette had an asthma attack, she had a hard time breathing so she was brought to the Clinic. After that was Lunch, it was freaking hot. That even we had a volleyball I wouldn`t want to play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, during computer we were late and we waited outside for about 5 mins before we were allowed to enter. Tss. :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And the bell rang, Hell started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;PE was our next prd, and it was our Physical Fitness Test. First we had a warm up, with music pa. Sabi nga ni Pau, "Let`s Party!!" :p It was already tiring, sabi nga nila "Warm up pa lang, pagod ka na." But the worse was yet to come, first we had the sit and stretch,and Jennica kept on complaining that Ms. Delemos was counting too slow. Haha. After that were the Sit up. And with no help at all. Sakit sa tiyan, Pare. :s But the most painful part was the Jump. Super naggive up na legs ko nun. We rested for a little while because we still had the Step up, but it was useless because the pain only came back. Tss. Tiring. Berns had an attack again, it wasn`t unexpected. Eh kasi naman, kami pa kayang walang asthma pagod na, siya pa kaya na meron. Tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Geom was our last prd, we needed to walk up to the 3rd floor because we had a reservation there. It was pure tourture. All III5 students sat on the corridor by the IMC because we were all tired. Tss. We needed to go down to MPR A because we can`t use the Practice House. Hay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ito ang ibang mga hirit habang Geom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pau&amp;amp;&amp;amp;Jen were talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ms. Geom: Pauline and company. Kilala ko na kayo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jen: Wala na. Kilala na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;III5: *LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Continuation of that was:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ms. Geom: Malapit ko na kayo makilala, Next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sai: Ms. next year? Grabe, lapit na nga Ms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ms. Geom: Ay ndi. mali. I mean next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Another was,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ms. G: Kayo ba yung maingay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;III5: Ms. ndi sa kabila yun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ms. G: Weh?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sai: Ang ingay ni Sir eh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*Pertaining to Sir. V.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;III5: *LOL.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ayun. Mahaba na `to. Ang adik ko. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway. I really need to rest so, TTFN. :] :\\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4973592451688751617-2624970512058970886?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2624970512058970886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=2624970512058970886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/2624970512058970886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/2624970512058970886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2008/06/pe-hell.html' title='PE = Hell. :\\'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-9188037479665677334</id><published>2008-06-24T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T20:37:23.720+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Junior Yr.'/><title type='text'>Good to Bad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tae. Today started to be so good. But no, the world wouldn`t allow it to end good as well. Tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, to sum it all up. Here`s a quote or whatever you want to call it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Alam mo, kung aalisin mo lang kami. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sana ndi mo na kami nilagay sa listahan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ka&lt;s&gt;Gago&lt;/s&gt; e."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That`s it. TTFN. :p&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/4973592451688751617-9188037479665677334?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/9188037479665677334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=9188037479665677334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/9188037479665677334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/9188037479665677334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-to-bad.html' title='Good to Bad.'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-4707024094959885315</id><published>2008-06-22T13:32:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T14:42:07.889+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Junior Yr. Random.'/><title type='text'>Wallet, Wallet. Anong Laman mo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know the title is weird, but read further to understand. Haha. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So I was bored, and I was doing random stuff. I rewrite my notes and browsed on the homeworks I can`t understand. Then it hit me. AHA! I would clean my wallet. `Cause if you are one of my friends, you would know that my wallet has so many junk/ remembrance in it. I`m the sentimental type. Ay Tae!! Haha. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I was so suprised to see so many stuff in it. Here is the list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- 15 Grad pics from the Former 4th years. BTW, Miss them a Lot. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- 10 Pictures of my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- 9 ID Pictures. ( 1 pic of me, 8 of my friends)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- An old 10 peso bill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- A heart-shaped lettering by Bianca Bueno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- The ribbons we used in Last years DancePro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- Receipts. ( Ofcourse!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- A letter from Nina Esguerra my EmoBuds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- A Ferrero wrapper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- M&amp;amp;M crispy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- My nametag for Palihan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- A Watson`s bandaid, not yet used. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- A wrapper of bandaid, kaisel gave me when I had a scar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- Medicine for my cough. ( Parang expired na ata. HAHAHA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- An anime drawing of me by Roni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- A $20 bill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;- Bianca Bueno`s 3rd yr sched, she gave me last yr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- A SanMig label, from Ate Agnes. I don`t drink. Good Girl ako e. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- Lastly, a pin that says " Go F*** Yourself" that I had since I was in gr. 4 or 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Haha. Some may think they`re just junk but every item in that list has its own story.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yon e! Nagdrama. Haha. Pagbigyan niyo nako. :) Haha. joke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So that`s it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;TTFN. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4973592451688751617-4707024094959885315?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4707024094959885315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=4707024094959885315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/4707024094959885315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/4707024094959885315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2008/06/wallet-wallet-anong-laman-mo.html' title='Wallet, Wallet. Anong Laman mo?'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-2815667249605615410</id><published>2008-06-21T14:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T15:45:59.993+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Junior Yr.'/><title type='text'>Thursday and Yesterday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I`m not updating daily because it`s too tiring and school works is keeping me busy. Tsk. Junior year sure is hard. But it`s okay. Haha I`m starting to like III5 a lot, but I miss II4 though. And II6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, last thursday was kind off fun. During English we made a collage about literature which was hard in a way `cause I didn`t have a pair of scissors. Wala rin si Pato. So mano-mano na lang kami. Punit dito, Punit doon, Haha. We manage to finish it on time. Yea!! Haha. The lesson in Adv. Algeb was kind of fun, &lt;strong&gt;FPC&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha.:] Chem was. Erm. I don`t know, I tried to listen but still I can`t understand her way of teaching. Grr. :\\ And BTW, I was just informed that she would be our CoAd. Bummer!! The Horror of it. Hay. :\\ AP, we had a group work. We were so noisy, but only our group that is. Tsk. But the funny part was Barney and I was doing sound like UWO-UWO. (It`s better if you hear it. :D ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We had a quiz in Pinoy, &lt;strong&gt;NO ERASURE&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha. Pero Epal kasi mininusan niya buong III5 ng &lt;u&gt;2pts&lt;/u&gt;. WTF lang. She said we were noisy during the quiz, which is not true. Tss. Our last prd was computer that day. &lt;em&gt;Aircon for 2 whole prds&lt;/em&gt;. Yes!! Haha. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday, Friday was Ordinary. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway here are some funny words:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anglish - Algebra + English. -- Denden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Bakit ba baka ako na baka?" -- Sir Rehoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Addected!! -- Jennica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It`s nonsense, I know. But it is funny right? Haha. Anyway. I just found out that the translation of Vanity in filipino is &lt;strong&gt;"Banitosa"&lt;/strong&gt; as said by Ms. Chubby. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;BTW, Pia was so funny when we were in the classrm. This is what happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ang ingay ng III5, tas may sumigaw na:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lougar: III5! III5!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;III5: *Noisy padin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lougar: III5!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pia: Uy, nagttransform na seatmate ko!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;III5: *LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHAHA. :D Our last prd was Religion, and it was freaking cold. Super lamig talaga. Kasi nakatapat samin yung aircon. Haha. At nung dismissal nakapulot kami ng wallet na super daming pera, iniwan namin sa office ni Ms. Sacdalan. Haha. Random. Anyway. That`s the last day of this week. Good thing it`s already Saturday. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, TTFN. Gotta do some homework. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. I want to mention Christine Liwag here in my blog, `Cause she wants me too. Haha. Joke. Love you, Liwag!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S.S. Who knows were I could buy a FIFA Lanyard? The Original ones, and in a cheaper price?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;~JUNIOR~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Malapit na UAAP! YES!"&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/4973592451688751617-2815667249605615410?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2815667249605615410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=2815667249605615410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/2815667249605615410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/2815667249605615410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2008/06/thursday-and-yesterday.html' title='Thursday and Yesterday.'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-4012928427336523025</id><published>2008-06-18T19:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T19:25:13.021+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Junior Yr.'/><title type='text'>Ang Umpisa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I haven`t updated this blog for quite a while. Nakakatamad kasi, pamisan parang ayoko na talaga iupdate. But here I am updating my pathetic blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So here it goes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I won`t start from the first day, because surely I will bore you from reading it, I`ll just start from this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last monday, I was late because I came from Cavite. Super late lang ako. Anyway, Religion was fun. At super nakakaloko lang yung sinabi ni Ms. Chubbi. " If you`re noisy, Ikaw ay maingay. " Haha. Lalim no? In PE, si Ms. Delemos sinabihan kami dahil dun sa mga comments ng iba naming kabatch dun sa evaluation. TSKTSK. Wala rin nga pala si Ms. Geom, so Sir Villoria(tama ba spelling?) kami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kahapon, Late nanaman ako. For One whole prd, so punta naman ako kay Ms. Sacdalan. Nagusap pa kami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ms. S : O, why are you late?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ako: Ms ndi po kasi ako nagising at naiwan po ako ng schoolbus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ms. S: Ah. Eh where are your parents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ako: Asa Cavite po.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ms. S: Ah, ok. So Quintana ka pala? May relative ka bang Quintana from the past years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ako: Yes, Ms. Si Janine Quintana po.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ms. S: Siya lang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ako: Yes, Ms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ms. S: Ah, ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Akalain mo yun papapirma lang ako ng admission slip may interview pa. Haha. Anyway. Kumaripas nako ng takbo, tas pagdating ko sa III5, laking gulat ko walang TAO!! Tae. Panic nako! Buti nakita ko si Ms. Alcapedas. Asa IMC pala 3rd yr, pagdating ko dun almost malapit na matapos yung pinapanood nilang documentary kay Rizal. Ayos, Grabe. Pero ok lang kumopya na lang ako ng notes. Haha. Ayun. Nung Soc.Sci or should I say, AP. Super nakakatawa si Sir. Ganito nangyari:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;May pinapakita sakin si Paslit, so tingin naman ako. Tapos nakita kami ni Sir, TANTANTANAN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sir: Ms. Tuy and Iris, tumingin kayo dito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;III5: *Tinginan samin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sir: Ayaw niyo ba akong tignan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;III5: *LOL*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sir: Ndi mga anak, kasi selfish ang tatay niyo pagSoc.Sci prd gusto ko akin lang kayo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;III5: *Tawanan pa lalo.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okaaaaaaaaay!! Lagi na lang napapagalitan yung mga Backrow, at dalawang beses nakong napahamak dahil kay Bernadette at Paslit. Tsk. Pero ayos lang. Haha. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ayun. Ngayong araw na `to, okay lang. Wala akong maalala. Bangag po kasi akong buong araw. Paxensa. Ay wait, ito pala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Music Prd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ms. Ilano: Wait may aayusin lang ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pia/Elena: Pumayat si Ms a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ms. Ilano: Syempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;III5: *LOL*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ayun. Haha. Yun lang naman ang mga kababawan ko. :]] Ay isa pa, alam niyo ba nung First meeting namin pinasayaw kami ni Sir Rehoy ng Low. Haha. Wala lang. Ayun. Dito na lang. Mag-aaral pako. YES!! Haha. :P TTFN.ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. Ganda, Salamat nga pala ulit sa Libro.ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;~Junior~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;" What you is me, what me is you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4973592451688751617-4012928427336523025?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4012928427336523025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=4012928427336523025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/4012928427336523025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/4012928427336523025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2008/06/ang-umpisa.html' title='Ang Umpisa.'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-2634411160836557677</id><published>2008-06-05T19:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T00:15:21.905+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schoolday. Nonsense.'/><title type='text'>Countdown to First day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Should I be excited or something, because honestly I`m not feeling it. I don`t feel that classes are about to start. I don`t know if I`m scared, with the fact that I`m an incoming &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;junior&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; or what. Weird no? Haha. Laboo lang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, I`m just bored so I blogged about this nonsense. So, TTFN. :)&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/4973592451688751617-2634411160836557677?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2634411160836557677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=2634411160836557677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/2634411160836557677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/2634411160836557677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2008/06/countdown-to-first-day.html' title='Countdown to First day.'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-2327588618465249515</id><published>2008-06-02T19:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T17:40:54.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanted: Missing Staedtlers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;I lost my freaking &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;staedtlers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have 3 pens left. I don`t know where the rest are. And the weird thing is they were only in my skittles pencilcase and I`m sure of that, so I`m wondering why I`m missing 8 pens. I don`t want to point fingers at anyone, knowing I don`t have evidence. But whoever took my pens is a bastard. A &lt;s&gt;bloody bastard&lt;/s&gt;. Tsk. Now I have to buy new ones. Argh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4973592451688751617-2327588618465249515?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2327588618465249515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=2327588618465249515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/2327588618465249515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/2327588618465249515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2008/06/wanted-missing-staedlers.html' title='Wanted: Missing Staedtlers.'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-4460506924087975415</id><published>2008-05-21T09:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T13:34:32.731+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer. Theresian.'/><title type='text'>STC survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. bakit di ka sumusunod sa line&lt;br /&gt;formation pag prayers and flag&lt;br /&gt;ceremony?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- HOY, FYI: sumusunod ako `no. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. ano yung lagi mong binilbili?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Choc O or Iced tea at pagkain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 . na padpad ka na ba sa office ni&lt;br /&gt;mrs. sacdalan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Onaman, pag ndi ka pa napadpad dun, ndi ka tunay na Theresian. (:P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. sino pinaka vibes mo na teacher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- si Sir Alvin Ringgo C. Reyes. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. san ka usually matatagpuan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sa classroom. lawn. corridors. patambay tambay lang naman. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. any group/club or committee na&lt;br /&gt;member ka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- uhhh... wala?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. sinong schoolmate mo ang una mong&lt;br /&gt;nakilala?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sorry, my short-term memory loss po ako. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. sinong classmate mo yung unang&lt;br /&gt;nagpakilala sa'yo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kelan?! Rami e. Sira ulo ba gumawa nito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. ilang years ka ng theresian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- since gr.2, kayo na magbilang. nakakaTAMAD e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. ilang beses mo ng nawala id mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ndi pa e. nabali ko lang, nung nagdibdiban kami ng isang kong kaibigan.(yung parang sa lalaki.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.eh locker key?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ndi din pa e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 . anung line ng teacher never mong&lt;br /&gt;makakalimuta n?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- uh. Pass your papers &amp;amp;&amp;amp; fold it lengthwise. :PP (tama?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alam mo nakakatawa kaya `to, pinass mo na yung paper mo. pano mo pa i-ffold lengthwise. Kalabuan nga naman ng mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ibblog ko ang aking openpants experience dito sa STC. - Ginoo. ( alam niyo ba `to? SECRET!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. sa tingin mo kelan ka&lt;br /&gt;magggraduate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sana pagkatapos ng 4th yr no? :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. idescribe mo mukha mo pag&lt;br /&gt;pumapasok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- laging bangag. Yun lang po. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. gusto mo bang maging flag raiser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ok lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. sinong ka-on mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- wala po. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. may nagtapat na ba sa'yo na gusto ka niya sa STC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- meron na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. baon ka or hindi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Syenpre ndi, eh ikaw baon kb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. are you letting your light&lt;br /&gt;shine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I think so, are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. anu class position mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- OS, ordinary student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. may gusto ka ba kay sir Rehoy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- wala. gusto ko siyang maging teacher pero yun na yun no. Kadiri a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Kaibigan mb sa friendster yung crush mo sa&lt;br /&gt;HS mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oo? wala akong crush ngayon e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. g-tec ka o my gel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- g-tec, naman no. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. gusto mo bang lumipat sa ibang&lt;br /&gt;school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ndi na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 . sino sa mga kaklase mo ang nakita&lt;br /&gt;mo na?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Duh, lahat. Ndi naman ako bulag, Pare. Alm mo ndi ka lang maLabo, nakakaLoko ka pa. :PP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. may manliligaw ka ba na&lt;br /&gt;lourdesian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. may kilala ka bang mag-on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sus, rami. gusto mo sila makilala. Kidding. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. gusto mo ba sa section mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Uh. ewan ko pa. nareshuffle kami e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. binabati mo ba lahat ng kilala&lt;br /&gt;mong staff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Paminsan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. kamusta naman grades mo? OS ka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- okay lang. POS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 . sa tingin mo are you living out&lt;br /&gt;the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yes I do. eh you?and you? and you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. galit ka ba sa first years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Depende, sino ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. maganda ba sa STC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oo naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. sino pinaka ayaw mong teacher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- no comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. anu ang motto ng stc? (sige nga!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- “Let your light shine and be a blessing”, ano ha? kala mo ndi ko alam no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. oh eto matindi. anu yung laging&lt;br /&gt;sinasabi pag morning ceremonies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Good Morning Theresians, you may now enter your classrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. last na. anu lyrics ng college&lt;br /&gt;hymn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- mahaba siya, at ndi ko memorize e. Pasenxa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;~~wala lang. gusto ko lang `to sagutin. HAHA. :D Lapit na magpasukan, III5 ako. wala lang :))) TTFN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;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/4973592451688751617-4460506924087975415?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4460506924087975415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=4460506924087975415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/4460506924087975415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/4460506924087975415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2008/05/stc-survey.html' title='STC survey'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-7114452459978491712</id><published>2008-05-12T07:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T09:02:35.839+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer. random.'/><title type='text'>HMMM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aloha, Amigos! Hahaha. :D Bloody Hell, I`m hyper for eating syrup with pancake and.....cheese! HAHA. Joke. :PP Bangag lang po.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I woke up early, like quarter to 6:00, because of my sister`s constant ranting about her outfit, TSK. So I tried to help her find the right outfit to calm her down. Anyway, as I`ve said, its still really early and I lack 2hrs of sleep, adding to that is I`m sick, I have a slight fever, sore throat and I might be coming down to a cold as well. Just great. :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So that`s how my day started. After that I cooked pancake for my breakfast, for I was Home Almost Alone. Ate Mars is still here, but I don`t want to bother her. So I enjoyed my breakfast. Yummy!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, I just want to greet to All Mothers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER`S DAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know it`s already late, pobre po kasi ako, walang pangload. So ayun. Hm. How`s your mother`s day guys? Mine was just fine, we stayed at home, we had a Lazy Sunday. It was already noon when we woke up. Uh, because almost all of us are sick adn we didn`t feel lke going out. So we just cooked lumpiang shanghai, which I helped my mom prepare. After sometime, we gave her our gift. Shoes, darling. HAHA. Sabi pa nga ng nanay naman, "Aba, Marunong na pumili ang mga anak ko.". Well. Kami pa. :))) Kapal eno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;By the way, Our Dad almost spoil the suprise, it was an accident though. It was because my Dad, asked my Mom to read his msgs, and eventually she read the part where my sister texted our dad na, "Dads sandali lang nagpapaGift wrap lang ako". So our mom still didn`t know what our gift was, but still. She had a clue were giving her something. Tss. Surprise, eh? It was still a FUN mother`s day though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So anyway. I got $20 from my Tita for giving her a massage, Kaching!! HAHA. :))) It`s better than nothing no? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So Anyway, I`ll end it here. TTFN. I Love Bears and Chocolate. :P&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/4973592451688751617-7114452459978491712?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/7114452459978491712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=7114452459978491712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/7114452459978491712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/7114452459978491712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2008/05/hmmm.html' title='HMMM.'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-2921420333267721866</id><published>2008-05-09T16:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T14:40:30.926+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer. Birthday.'/><title type='text'>I Know Its Kind of Late, But Happy Birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a late post, I was not in the mood again yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This blog is about my sister`s birthday. She just turned 17 last May 06, 2008. :D Tanda na niya. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198300344638393410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SCQSnyX2TEI/AAAAAAAAABE/pjii0QI7Fxg/s320/Untitled-17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I edited that picture for her, I also edited some pics. Visit my multiply if you want. Anyway, back to my sister`s birthday. It was like an ordinary day even my sister said so, but we had a small celebration. We only stayed at home and we had take out. My parents bought Cake, and Pizza(BTW, I had pizza for breakfast for the past 2 days, Unhealthy no?). Ate Mars cooked spaghetti, delicious. My whole family with our Tita from the US ate together. Haha. So there. I know this entry is one of my crappiest so I`ll end here. TTFN. :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4973592451688751617-2921420333267721866?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2921420333267721866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=2921420333267721866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/2921420333267721866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/2921420333267721866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-know-its-kind-of-late-but-happy.html' title='I Know Its Kind of Late, But Happy Birthday.'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SCQSnyX2TEI/AAAAAAAAABE/pjii0QI7Fxg/s72-c/Untitled-17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-6308156303413635503</id><published>2008-05-06T13:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T15:25:15.164+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer. Tagged.'/><title type='text'>Tagged Twice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I`ve been tagged twice by Two of my closests friends, Yummy &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Bianca. Yummy, is my "Brother-in-Law" because. Gah! Nevermind. It`s a long story. Anyway. Bianca Umali, is one of my most trusted friends, she was once my classmate when we were still in elementary. Siya yung kasama ko paminsan pagdismissal. Haha. Miss You Bianca!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I will answer this questions, so I will not be called KJ by those two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Off, the one from Yummy.(I was really forced to do this, read my cbox for proof.joke :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;share 8 things the reader don`t know about you&lt;br /&gt;and at the end tag 8 people to keep the fun going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-each tagger must post the rules first.&lt;br /&gt;-each blogger starts with 8 random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;-bloggers who are tagged needs to post the rules.&lt;br /&gt;-at the end you must choose 8 people to tag and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;-don`t forget to leave a comment telling that they are tagged and that they must read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I once had crushes to almost all of my sister`s friends, and some I find cute, or something. ( I was still in first year that time, stage lang yun no. HAHA. Anyway, I even had a Top 10, you can guess if you want. :P )&lt;br /&gt;2. I wanted to be a soccer player, a sprinter/runner, a swimmer and even a racecar driver. ( But I never had the time to train for it. And another reason is that, their is no track and field team sa STC, sa college ttry ko. ASA no? :P )&lt;br /&gt;3. I wanted to be a violinist, drummer, guitarist, and also a pianist. ( I had lessons for some, but I didn`t pursue on any of the following instruments. TAMAD kasi. And as for the drums, my parents didn`t have the time to enroll me for some lessons this summer. TSS. )&lt;br /&gt;4. I was once afraid of the DARK, and I was also a crybaby. But not anymore. :)&lt;br /&gt;5. I always like to eat.And I know you can`t tell by looking at my body. HA! :p (FYI: Mas matakaw pa po ako kay yummy!!)&lt;br /&gt;6. I was more kikay/girly than my sisters when we were younger, I even prefer wearing dresses that time. :D&lt;br /&gt;7. I like writing poems as a hobby or as my past time. Some say they`re actually good. :)&lt;br /&gt;8. When I was younger, there was a boy in our province who was gay, and became somehow straight because he had a crush on me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*** Bianca B., Ate Ikai, Nicole, Sammi, Andrea, Ate Lou, Ate Ja, Bianca U. You`re tagged.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the one from Bianca Umali. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAGGED by BIANCA&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;RULES:&lt;br /&gt;A. People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves. Tag 8 people. Those who are tagged cannot refuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;B. These 8 people must state who they were tagged by. You cannot tag the person who tagged you. Continue this game by sending this to 8 other people.&lt;br /&gt;Well, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pretend s/he never existed. Go to Hell mehn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;What will you do if you do not share the same feelings as the person who likes you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hm. Just let him be? Ihdk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;strong&gt; What's your take on same-sex marriages?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Why bother, It`s their life right. Gees, just let them be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Are you confused as to what lies ahead of you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; Of course. Nah. Yes. No. Yeah -- See confused nga eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;What's your ideal lover like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Human! Who wants an alien for a lover. Freaky! Hm. But nothing in particular, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone else?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Uhhh... No Comment?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;If the person you like does not accept you, would you continue to wait for them to change their feelings?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nah. Why bother, it`s useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Uhh. Wait for him to be single again. Kidding! Hm. Back off I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Is there anything that has made you unhappy recently?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A Lot! The heat, the boredom. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;What do you want most in life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- To Live Longer. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;Is being tagged fun?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- : Its Fine I guess, just tag me when I`m in the mood. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;If you find out that your best friend is going out with your boyfriend/girlfriend, how would you react?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Uhh.. Make them regret what they`ve done. Then.. Idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;Who is currently the most important person to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Uh.. Let me think.. OG. They`re kinda plenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;Bianca, TSS. That girl, she`s evil. Evil I tell you. HAHA. Kidding. She`s sweet, pretty (of course!), a true friend, and a good listener. And Oh! I really like her tsinita eyes. Crush ko yung mga mata niya. HAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;Would you rather be single and rich or married and poor?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Uhhh. Honestly, I`d rather be single and rich. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;strong&gt;If the person you secretly like cannot recognize you, what would you do/how would you react?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hm. Try to get his attention, but then again why bother. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;strong&gt;Would you give your all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Depends. But yes I guess, if the person is worth it. ( based on experience. :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;strong&gt;If you fall in love with two persons simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The one that loves me back? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;strong&gt;What type of friends do you like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- People who are Honest to Themselves, I really don`t like posers!! God, I hate those people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;strong&gt;If you played a prank on someone, and he/she fell for the trick, what would you do? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Never let them forget it, but at the same time I`d say sorry? HAHAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't change a thing. I wasn`t in the mood to do so. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*** Bianca B., Ate Ikai, Sammi, Yummy, Andrea, Ate Lou, Nicole, Ate Ja. You are tagged (again for some) XP&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- So there, I`m done. :D I guess you`ve notice that I am clearly not in the mood to update my blog because my last entry was April 17? Gees, and its already May. Haha. Anyway, TTFN. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4973592451688751617-6308156303413635503?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6308156303413635503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=6308156303413635503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/6308156303413635503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/6308156303413635503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2008/05/tagged-twice.html' title='Tagged Twice'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-88103368229401117</id><published>2008-04-17T14:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T15:54:54.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Days &amp;&amp; 4 Nights.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You know what`s really great about having a doctor for a Mom is one the &lt;em&gt;FREEBIES&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. :)) It`s a long list so I won`t mention all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, Because my mom has a conference, we were able to stay at a hotel, Century Park. We stayed there for 3 days &amp;amp;&amp;amp; 4 nights [ That`s the title of this blog]. Haha. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;We went to Shakey`s at Harrison Plaza to have dinner. Then my parents checked us in and they went home to Cavite which by the way is really close to the hotel. Haha. We have the hotel room all to ourselves, O`yea! So me and my sisters bonded. We ate junk food, watch Cable TV and took pictures. It was a lot of FUN. But Ate Verns needed to sleep early because their summer classes was going to start the next day. Bummer. And Ate Jay also went to bed and I was like WTH?! Tss. I was the only one awake, Corny. And I can`t fall asleep even though I tried so hard. So I just watched TV the whole night and to my suprise it was already morning. Haha :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second Night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can`t remember this day, just that Ate Verns already left because as I`ve said she has her classes. Tss. Corny no? College Life. Haha. joke. :PP And oh, I just remebered that we ate beef tapa for breakfast. Haha. See, food lang naaalala ko. Tss. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third Night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well we only watched TV, and we ate more junk food. But my sister wanted to go out, so we went to Harrison Plaza and we bought 2 cups of Instant noodles, 3 bottles of water and lastly CHOCOLATE!!Yummy, it was for our lunch. Haha. Unhealthy Freaks, that`s us. Anyways when we were about to pay, the cashier closed. Grr. Hateful. That day was really weird, like we were under a badluck spell. First was the escalator incident, where my sister`s fone fell and broke, all the pieces were scattered at the escalator. Tss. Luckily a girl helped us pick it all up. Next was when we were at the supermarket and our basket fell and again all the things that we`ve purchased scattered on the floor, clumsy that sister of mine. But it was kind of funny. Haha. So that night our parents came by and they brought BBQ, and we bought rice and 2pcs chicken joy at jollibee. Haha. After we ate, they left and some hours later my sister went to bed and I still watched TV until it was again morning. I tell you, I have insomia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fourth Night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;This day was especially fun, because this was the day we went swimming. Haha. Anyway my father came by at lunch and we bought him lunch from Red Ribbon. My sister and I bought fries for our lunch. Haha. See, unhealthy. :p Haha. My father went back to their office and about 530 we went to the pool. We swam at 6ft to 8ft to 10ft because the 4ft was full of kid and some adults who were having swimming lessons. Haha. The deeper we went the more fun it was, though it was scary sometimes because we might drown, but we didn`t. :D We went back to our hotel room about 730, and we waited for our parents because the said they would bring us dinner, so for the meantime we watched TV, while eating Cheetos. Yumyum. :)) About 900 my parent came with Inasal Chicken. :)) So much fun that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;But the next day we needed to check out, my mom checked us out but we first had our lunch, Greenwich pizza while watching CSI:NY. After that, our father picked us up and drove us home here at Cavite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;That 3 Days and 4 Nights, sure was fun. Haha. Sorry if this post was too long. Haha. Bye. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;" I Miss My Gtec"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;" Truth Be Told, I`m Tired. I Need to Go"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;~THE END~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&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/4973592451688751617-88103368229401117?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/88103368229401117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=88103368229401117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/88103368229401117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/88103368229401117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2008/04/3-days-4-nights.html' title='3 Days &amp;&amp; 4 Nights.'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-2661987797547666826</id><published>2008-04-11T20:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T21:41:05.314+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer. random'/><title type='text'>Yesterday&amp;&amp;Today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So today, I woke up, really early. 6:01am to be exact. It was because of the barking of our dog, and I can`t go back to sleep no matter what I do, so I just went up to the balcony and listened to some music. This is the my first time [again] to wake up early. Hm, so when I was done with soundtripping, I went down stairs and drank a glass of milk, haha. then I went out to check if our dog was okay or if she needed something. Haha. I was the only one awake until 8 o`clock, I just finished drawing a kind of retro funk theme. Haha. Here`s a preview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187967738228379026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/R_9dK79KDZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_UO6CU2mI6A/s320/CLICK138.jpg" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I don`t want to bore you with this kind of stuff. Haha. So last wednesday, we were having merienda. Then my sister and Ate Mars had a conversation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ate Mars: Tikman mo nga yung egg sandwich. [ She made one ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tasting it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Verns: Mas masarap pa rin yung chicken sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;Ate Mars: Syempre, mas masarap yun. Kasi to itlog, yun chicken&lt;br /&gt;Ate Verns: Ha? Laboo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it funny. Haha. If you don`t it`s okay. Do you know that there was such a belief that when you whistle the wind will come to you, so I tried it with Ate Verns. Unfortunately my sister doesn`t know how to whistle. So she said that whenever her friends in Ateneo was whistling, she would dance a chant, saying WIND!! While shaking her hands up in the air, and of course it was a joke. Who would do that in front of many strangers. Haha. But hey, maybe some do. Haha, So we tried that made up chant and coincedentally the wind came, and my sister was like " oh, see?" with her yabang face. LOL. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I watched American Idol today and yesterday, The Idol Gives Back, rocks!! I even watched the replay. It was so addicting. And in the same time it was eye-opening. You know the feeling of guilt, because we rant about our problems where in fact there are people who are suffering more than we do. Tsk. And today was really suprising. like OMG! Michael Johns was eliminated. GRR. Almost all the people in the studio were suprised, even Paula. It should have been, Syesha Mercado or Kristy Lee Cook in my opinion. Tss. I`m not being biased, but Syesha`s voice is the usual type, big and very deep. And Kristy has a nice voice but not great, not to bring them down or anything but there were more talented people that were eliminated. Tss. If it really wasn`t a popularity contest, and if people were more talent-wise, I think Michael Johns would still be safe. But that`s not the case. Anyways, I don`t want dwell on it too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, that`s my blog for today. Sorry if it`s too long, I`m gonna end it. Hmm. Wait before I go, the story I kept mentioning was that there was a fire here in Cavite, it happened at the field beside our house but everything is okay. We were able to put it out. So, that`s that. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" I Miss My Classroom. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" You know the worst part of it was. When you weren`t there. Part of me wasn`t suprised at all. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ THE END ~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4973592451688751617-2661987797547666826?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/2661987797547666826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=2661987797547666826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/2661987797547666826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/2661987797547666826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2008/04/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday&amp;&amp;Today.'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/R_9dK79KDZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_UO6CU2mI6A/s72-c/CLICK138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-1768007635058813650</id><published>2008-04-07T21:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T21:58:10.642+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer. Cooking.'/><title type='text'>Cooking 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Who would have thought that cooking during our TLE class would be useful here at home. Haha. So when Summer started I told my Mom that I would cook for them, and it was just a joke. But not for my mom, one day she said, " Ano ba mga kelangan mo sa pagluluto?" And I was like, Whaaaat?!. Seriously, if you were there you would have laughed. Anyway, naki-ride na lang ako, nagyabang pako na super sarap ng maluluto ko. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So we went to the market and we bought all the ingredients that I needed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;And when we got home, Time to cook. Goodluck to me! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So here some of the pictures,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186497892584423426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/R_okWqPOgAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5sREPFlIt-8/s200/CLICK121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186498734398013458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/R_olHqPOgBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/RJ_dAJax0D0/s200/CLICK122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So there. Thank God, it was edible! And infairness, my family said it was delicious. Haha. Thank Goodness. So That`s it. Bye. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" I Miss Homeworks "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" I Saw Her Smiling, And That Was Already Enough For Me. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~ THE END&lt;/span&gt; ~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4973592451688751617-1768007635058813650?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1768007635058813650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=1768007635058813650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/1768007635058813650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/1768007635058813650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2008/04/cooking-101.html' title='Cooking 101'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/R_okWqPOgAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5sREPFlIt-8/s72-c/CLICK121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-6779315328595261096</id><published>2008-04-05T11:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T14:51:42.206+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer.  stargirl.'/><title type='text'>Stargirl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just finished reading Stargirl by Jerry Spinelli, I bought it yesterday at RobManila. I started reading it at McDonald`s, while waiting for my mom`s conference to be over. I would say it is a Good Read. Taking that I`m not a bookworm and I don't love books because I`m more of a magazine and comics type and even though I`m a choosy reader said my sister, which is somehow true. Haha. I really loved this book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyways, Stargirl is a must-read book, coming from a slacker like me, who almost read books only because it`s required or something needed at school. But this book is different. The story Stargirl, will make you think over things. And somehow it may even change your perspective in life, but only if you read it seriously, not only because for the sake of reading it. It should be read with the heart not only the eyes. Haha. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It is a story that should be read by all the " Young Adults ", us mainly because it focuses mostly on the lives of young people or teenagers. As the story progresses it showed some of the conflicts being faced by adolescents. It focuses on the problem of FITTING IN or as they say following the STATUS QUO. Showing that the individuality of oneself is being set aside to be able to get the approval of others. Haha. So, that`s it. These are some of my opinions on the book. I won`t spoil the story for you, just read it and see it for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I Miss Waking Up Early "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" When someone turned and nodded, I felt grateful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If someone spoke to me, especially if I had not spoken first, I wanted to cry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had never realized how much I needed the attention of others to confirm my own presence. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- Stargirl by Jerry Spinelli.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ THE END ~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4973592451688751617-6779315328595261096?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6779315328595261096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=6779315328595261096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/6779315328595261096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/6779315328595261096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2008/04/stargirl.html' title='Stargirl'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-8831641340920876342</id><published>2008-04-02T23:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T13:06:07.957+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer. ovaltine. boredom. radio. movies. krispy kreme.'/><title type='text'>Another Day to Waste.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Right now, I just finished eating one of my favorite treats, its one of my sister`s creation. It`s simple, and I guess some of you already know this, it ovaltine and you put a little amount of water making the ovaltine, chewy. You should know how much water you should put because one excess drop will destroy the whole thing. Haha. Nah, just kidding. Well, I`m with my oldest sister and my cousin who is staying with us and we ate toghether, Bonding? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyways, I`m deciding if I should sleep or to listen to the radio after this. Uhm. By the Way, my favorite station is 93.1 Haha. And its during 12 - 2 am that my favorite DJs are on air. Haha. The segment is called Playtime. Haha. And they play the songs I always like. haha. Coincedence? Nah. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So, what to do? Hmm.. I`ll just continue with this blog for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Today, I was able to watch Stardust, the Skeleton Key[ finally finished it] and Half of If Only. Some of my favorite movies, there's a lot f them. Haha. I`m planning to watch more tomorrow. And I also played my Neopet, just created a new one. Just wasting my time. Haha. My parents got home late, maraming patients daw. Haha. And to my suprise, they brought Krispy Kreme, Thank God. It was already centuries since I've eaten some. Haha. Exagerating of course. Haha. I was really happy, every bite was heaven? Haha. Drugs. :p You know I`m beginning to wonder if I have a disease because even though all I have done since the start of summer is to eat, I`m not gaining weight. Hay. Well, I guess I`m just abnormal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So that`s it, I`ll tell my story tomorrow. Haha. Promise. Even though it`s boring. Just read it. :D Haha. Joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" I Miss School "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The Only Thing You Can Control is Your Own Choices..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-- If Only.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;~THE END~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4973592451688751617-8831641340920876342?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/8831641340920876342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=8831641340920876342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/8831641340920876342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/8831641340920876342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-day-to-waste.html' title='Another Day to Waste.'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-6007039593821428094</id><published>2008-04-01T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T23:48:33.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer. Boredom.'/><title type='text'>Announcements.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So here I am again posting another useless entry. With the reason that there is nothing, I mean nothing better to do here. I'm bored. So BORED.. :/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My brain is already giving up. I won't be suprised if one day, I suddenly can't think properly. Why? Because as I've said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It is so BORING here. As in wala ka ng magawa dito. Internet all day? Does that count? Paminsan kasi nakaksawa na, at sayang pa sa kuryente. Poutek!! Hay. Well, I won't bore you with my constant babbling about my boring life, that would be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;too cruel of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmmm. So I just want to ask if someone has a book that s/he can lend to me, as in kahit na ano, I`m thirsting to fill my brain with new things. Any novel that you can recommend. Please. And if you know any summer job, inform me `cause I also want to sign up. [ I really want to be productive ] My drum lessons haven`t started yet. Ndi ko na alam kung itutuloy pa ba yun, but I really hope so. Hay. I`m sure it would be a lot of FUN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So there. I`ve made my announcements. I have a story that happened today, but I`ll just post it tomorrow or the next day. `Cause it would only make this entry long. And I haven't uploaded the pictures yet. So there. I`m already ending your suffering , I`m ending this blog entry. Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;" I Miss Being Busy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"The Biggest Risk is Not to Take One."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- - Tagline of the Movie Proof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;~THE END~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4973592451688751617-6007039593821428094?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/6007039593821428094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=6007039593821428094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/6007039593821428094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/6007039593821428094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2008/04/announcements.html' title='Announcements.'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-749877020660049169</id><published>2008-03-31T09:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T15:08:53.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer. random.'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, Uhm. I just want to post some random things. Wala akong magawa eh, bat ba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Uh. So Here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~~ I suddenly feel useless and unproductive, cause all I do here at home is to surf the net, and to watch shows for countless hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~~ Another is that, I suddenly want to watch Old Movies, like Bagets, Titanic, Forrest Gump, I am Sam, And Lots more. I don't know why. Weird. TSS. :\ Anyways, I'm trying to borrow DVDs, so if you have. Dali!! :)) Pati yung Meet the Robinsons.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Please!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~~ I suddenly want to draw stuff. Doodles!! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~~ I want to fix my things, because OH MY GOD, parang dinaanan ng bagyo mga gamit ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~ &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm beginning to use BABY as an expression, Don't know why, maybe because of a certain show, Adik koooooooo!! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~~ Kinakabahan nako sa cards out sa April 4. HUHU. :((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~~ I want to buy Books to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~~ I want to Update everything!! Gusto kong maging up to date. Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~~ In a weird way, naLSS ako sa kantang When I See You Smile by Bad English. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I see you smile, I can face the world,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh oh, you know I can do anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I see you smile, I see a ray of light, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh ohI see it shining right thru the rain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I see you smile,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby when I see you smile at me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So that's that, nonsense I tell you. Ito ang epekto ng summer sakin. TSK. Haha. Gusto ko ng Magouting. Alis tayo. Dali, Bora mga tao!! Haha :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to share this quote to everyone::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&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-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is the meaning of life?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Taking Pain, " said the Naill,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Keeping Cool, " said the Ice,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Driving Hard, "said the Hammer,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Being up to-date, " said the Calendar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Being Sharp, " said the Knife,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Making Light Around You, " said the Fire,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Sticking to it, " said the Glue,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Being Bright, " said the Star,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Being on Time, " said the Clock,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Saving a Drop, " said the Faucet,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Best of All...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Learning from It," said the Mistake.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Sir Alvin Ringgo C. Reyes, Sent: 7:54pm, 03-30-08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~THE END~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4973592451688751617-749877020660049169?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/749877020660049169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=749877020660049169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/749877020660049169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/749877020660049169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2008/03/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts.'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-7706254972983904480</id><published>2008-03-29T15:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T16:19:28.403+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='panda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hana kimi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Hiatus-- NAH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think 9 days already passed since I've updated my blog. is that long already? Nah!! Haha. I wasn't in the mood to do so. so...I didn't update it. So what?! Haha. joke. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This post might be long, because I have stories,a lot. Since Holy Week. Woah! It feels like it was already long since that. Haha. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So I'll start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;:: During the holy week, as I've said we have that recollection, the second day, my sisters and I didn't attend it. For my oldest sister, it was because she has her Finals in theology&amp;amp;&amp;amp;math. Me? I didn't wake up on time. Hayayay. Anyways, we just stayed home. But the Parents, wanted to have the Visita Iglesias together, So together we went to 7churches. 7 right? Really I wasn't counting.We went to the church at Intramuros. O'yeah, I have a story about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;While we went to different churches, we bought bread, STAR bread&amp;amp;&amp;amp;Putok&amp;amp;&amp;amp;manymore. So that was our snacks. Itatagalog ko na, kasi mas nakakatawa pagganun. Ayun. Nung asa intramuros na kami, gusto namin ng cotton CANDY!! So ito ang nangyari...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;KIDS: Bili po tayo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;PARENTS: Ndi Pwd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;K: Sige na po.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;P: Ndi nga Pwd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tina: Eh hanggang tinapay na lang pala tayo eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;K&amp;amp;&amp;amp;P: LOL. Hahaha. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So with that we finally get what we want. Bwahaha. So anyways, they all went here at our Cavite house. It was a lot of fun. Kwentuhan, Kainan, and nonSTOP internet. We also had a lot of stopovers, to buy this and that. And while my sisters and Geneve were watching Saw IV, they were locked in the room. It was funny and scary, of course[ ? ] Haha. We played games. But the parents called it a night or morning because it was already 2am. Haha. So we needed to part again. The next day, BANGAG. I was sleeping during the sermon. My Ghaaaaaad!! Nakakahiya. Kaya Coffee for all. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So that's my Holy Week. How about yours? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Uhm. My 4th yr sister has her GradPractices [ Today is Her Graduation, C'mon! ] Haha. And my oldest sister has her finals. Haha. So I was left behind. Summer BABY--with feeling ang pagkasabi--!! I have the TV, Internet and especially the FOOD to myself. What a blessing. So when I was watching TV, I saw the show Hana Kimi, and it caught my attention and I was like, "Hey, why not give it a try." And eventually I liked it. So I watched it at the internet, both the Taiwanese and Japanese version. I finished both in 6 days[ I just finished the Jap version today ]. Everyday I slept late, 2 or 3 am. Addict right. We'll. I am a proud addict. :] So as a result, I now have black circles under my eyes. Also called PANDA eyes. Haha. Parang Sinuntok daw ako. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyways. Both the Jap&amp;amp;&amp;amp;Tai version was nice, even though the Tai version's ending was kind of off to what I expected, it still was Good. Supeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer!! They both have a well written script and plot. Haha. So You better watch it. Haha. Sorry na-Adik na talaga ako. TSS. Unhealthy.&lt;/span&gt; :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So that's it. I'll update this tomorrow, or the next day, or the next day, or the next day. Basta Bahala na. Kung kelan ganahan Haha. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;" I Miss Cramming "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;" I love her, So that's that... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~THE END~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4973592451688751617-7706254972983904480?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/7706254972983904480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=7706254972983904480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/7706254972983904480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/7706254972983904480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2008/03/hiatus-nah.html' title='Hiatus-- NAH!'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-1800355741722115099</id><published>2008-03-20T21:26:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T22:59:12.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holy week'/><title type='text'>Holy Thursday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wasn't home all day. We had our yearly practice during holy week, wherein we attend a three day recollection, with some of our family friends [ From Couples For Christ ]. Today's speaker was very funny, he was teaching us the word of God but at the same time he was cracking up jokes. He doesn't only give sermon, but he also share his experiences. It's a lot of FUN, if only you were there. It was sometimes boring, but still it was an eye opening experience. The topic was about The Family as a Light. or something. Anyway, he was a great speaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, we have another recollection, and we need to wake up early cause it's in Manila, Hope there is no Traffic. Anyways. After the recollection, we parted ways, and my family dine out. The food was really delicious. Haha. :9 After that we went to our Tita's house. Where we the kids [ Mga Anak ng Couples ] played jackstones, monopoly and chess. We are addicts to play jackstones, we always play this whenever we get together for that recollection, so I would say I always look forward to this event. Mga magkababata kamng lahat ee. Haha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. So that's my whole day, we left their house about 630pm, the parents [ Ang mga Couples] already called it a night before we were able to play UNO. TSS. But it was ok, we already had lots of fun. :)) I was able to borrow Katrice's archie comics. I love it, since I was able to learn how to read it, of course. But then it was kind of expensive so I wasn't able to buy it anymore, my parents didn't want me to. So I was so thrilled to see they have some copies. Uhm. there. We arrive here in Cavite about 720pm. Fast isn't it? Haha. malapit nga lang kasi. Haha. My sister and I were just in time for the replay of American Idol in GMA 7. [sana sa ABS na lang. Joke. :p ] Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kellie Pickler sang her song Red High Heels. God, she's Pretty. Love Her. &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Uhm. It was funny the part of the show where they allow callers to ask questions, and there was one question to Simon, it was something about, why he spends a lot of money on cars but not on clothes, " I have No Ego...", Simon said. And I was like Whaaaat?! Is He seroius? God. Haha. :)) And another question was, if paula&amp;amp;&amp;amp;simon would like to do a sequel of their kissing scene, and Simon said yes, because Paula was a Good Kisser. AYI!! Haha. There was also one question, which was not entertained. The caller wanted to ask Ryan, if he thinks He's Hotter than Simon? Haha. :)) Anyways. I was really shocked about the results of the votes, Amanda getting eliminated was shocking, because if it was only based on talent, and vocals. She and David Cook should have already won. But what can we do, it was also a Popularity contest. Bleh! Tss. But hey, they are all talented. Best batch ever. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. This post is already long. Sorry. Haha. So B.F.N [ Bye For Now ], I won't be posting until I guess Easter Sunday. Enjoy your Holy Week Guys, Be close to God!! Take Care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I Miss School"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You Migh as Well Accept the Fact, It's Time the Curtain Falls..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~THE END~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4973592451688751617-1800355741722115099?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/1800355741722115099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=1800355741722115099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/1800355741722115099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/1800355741722115099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2008/03/holy-thursday.html' title='Holy Thursday.'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-4969902277935167993</id><published>2008-03-19T11:20:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T17:31:17.363+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='papaya'/><title type='text'>Today is Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So Here I am again, infront of my father's laptop. surfing the net because, as usual I am bored. But I'll try to put some sense in this post.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uhm. I slept around quarter to 1 last night, and eventually I woke up 6am in the morning which sucks, I was groggy but after breakfast I was okay again. Then I watched the TV, but nothing good was on [ we don't have cable here in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cavite&lt;/span&gt;]. So I just sat there in the dinning room doing nothing. So there, that was my morning routine. HAHA. :p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then Ate Maru called me, she said the papaya was already ripe --- we have a tree in our back yard. AMAZING!! She asked me to climb up, so there I was, climbing up a papaya tree in our backyard, I got it but I also got a little cut because I was caught in some of the wires around the house. Which didn't hurt but Ate Maru said I should put alcohol, which I followed and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOOOOOD!&lt;/span&gt;! The pain. Sobrang Hapdi! TSS. Anyways. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was already able to fix my blog with the help of my friends,&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Bianca&amp;amp;&amp;amp;Kate&lt;/span&gt;. Which are experts, They are great at doing layouts. Genius those people are. :D Hm. right now I am downloading songs and finding a site where I can download the movie Meet The Robinsons [I wasn't able to watch it at cinemas], I tried YouTube cause that's where I was able to watch Lovewrecked and The Devil Wears Prada( Advice: Dont watch there because some parts has no sounds), but nothing!! GOODNESS! I really can't find any. So please if you have dvd or a cd, can you please lend me. PLEASEEEEEEEE, with cheeries on top!! :)) HAHA. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So There. Haha. Hey you want to know my list for this summer? Here it is::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;-- Get a Job ( Simple, I really need the cash )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;-- Be able to buy a Rubik's cube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;-- To have a blog ( Already done with that )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Be able to study in advance ( my sister said so :p )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;-- To be able to clean up my last year's trash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;-- To Keep this blog working ( fingers crossed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; To download new songs for my phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;-- To buy a new memory card for my phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;-- To be able to make a layout ( Someone Help me Learn!! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;-- To join a Basketball Clinic ( not necessarily STC's )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;-- To be able to master playing the drums ( O'yea!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;-- To Have lots and lots of FUN :)) -- I'm planning on doing that!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's a list I hope I can finish by this summer. Haha. I want to be productive you know. Haha. :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, That's it. Sorry for the long and boring post. Haha. Have nice &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HOLY WEEK &lt;/span&gt;!! MagpakaBANAL :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I Miss Workloads"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Apparently I was Really Wrong About Everything"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ THE END. ~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4973592451688751617-4969902277935167993?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4969902277935167993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=4969902277935167993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/4969902277935167993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/4969902277935167993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2008/03/today-is-today.html' title='Today is Today'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-3315822103056720464</id><published>2008-03-18T15:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T16:27:56.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='II-4'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ampalayafilledbanana'/><title type='text'>Class Description. ---</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Created during the exams -- Late Post)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here I am, supposed to be studying for Finals. But I'm still bothered by the fact that classes are about to end. I know that ending of classes means that summer is already here --- slacking off..break from school works and having lots and lots of FUN. But you see, ending of classes also means that reshuffling of classes is about to happen right in front of my very own eyes. It's not that I don't want to have new classmates [No Offense to other classes, I love our batch]. But try to be with this people [ II-4 ], that's when you tell me if reshuffling of classes would be easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past two years I have been with this people in the same classroom, every single day of our highschool life. They were the people I've been learning with, not only on our academic lessons but also learning what life is really about. I've met people of different shapes and sizes. I've heard the different stories of their lives, who they were and who they want to be. I've spent half of my highschool life with them. I've spent unforgettable experiences with them. The "Puyatan session" because of cramming for requirements and studying for test and quizzes. The " Kainan sessions" during the sometimes boring classes [ No Particular Subject. :p ]. The endless "kwentuhan", and sometimes even "iyakan". The fun Outbounds [ Mudbath, Pare!]. The exposure trips to Communities [ CLICK! VAIN mehn. ]. The palihan sessions, class presentation, shooting [ Hollywood Baby!! ] and the most memorable Dance Production [O'yea!] . In this section I've also experience the love of true friends. When I have problems, there were their to comfort me and cheer me up. When I succeed in simple things, I would always see smiles and I would hear them congratulate me. When I had problems, they would give me advice. That was one of the things I love about this section. No matter what, you know that someone is backing you up. I'm not saying that my section is perfect, cause there is no such thing as perfect. But our flaws, our mistakes and us being happy and bonded that's already perfect for me. I may have some complication with some of them, some who I didn't get along with or some who didn't like me but through that two years I think, we managed to work it out. I honestly would say that there are some people who I didn't usually talked with, or I'm not close with[ I wish I were ], you know how it is with our cliques. We sometimes forget to know others because we are so confined with our "barkadas". Making us miss the experience to meet great people. And I guess this was one of things I saw as a weakness of my section. But you see, we are still bonded, not only in our success, but especially in our darkest moments. For the past two years, this were the qualities I saw in our section. Words will be never enough to describe the experience I had with this section. And No word would be able to fully describe TWOFOUR '07-'08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the Laughters and the Tears we have shared, the Memories I will never forget. I Thank You II-4 for all of them.And as we part [sounding sappy here] I hope I was able to change a bit of your lives, to bring joy and smiles into your hearts. I hope you remember me, in whatever way you would. And as I see myself the first day I entered that classroom during our freshman year. I see a new me because whoever I am now it is because of all of you. And with this MadamChair, I end my speech. Haha. joke :)) So that's it, I guess Our Time's Up. Awww, Crap. I guess its true then, that Time Flies when You're Having Fun [ Lots and Lots and Lots.. To Infinity and Beyond!! God, I'm corny. ]. I just hope all of you would keep in touch. You do that ok?. HAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The Same Way I Met Them, The Same Way We will Part."&lt;br /&gt;"Home is Not Home Without Twofour..."&lt;br /&gt;( Sorry for my Grammar. Just don't mind it. I'm Stupid. HAHA :P )&lt;br /&gt;~ THE END. ~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4973592451688751617-3315822103056720464?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/3315822103056720464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=3315822103056720464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/3315822103056720464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/3315822103056720464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2008/03/class-description.html' title='Class Description. ---'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4973592451688751617.post-4544772528186495802</id><published>2008-03-18T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T15:40:04.422+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Tuesday -- March 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Uh. I'm Bored so I made a post here. And Bianca said I should. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Haha. joke. :p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My site is still new, and it is still under construction. I don't know how to fix it, I'm still finding someone to help me. Lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ok at my layout so dull and gross!! Corny pa. Hm. I'll try not to write &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NONSENSE&lt;/span&gt; here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;So. Uh. Today is 18 so Happy to Ikai&amp;amp;&amp;amp;Domeng. Ayi!! :)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Today I am doing nothing because our supposed to be Swimming Party with McPrince + Jeizel + Ia + Sarah, was cancelled. Holy Week na kasi. So I am back to my old routine, to watch tv and surf the net which I've done since the start of summer. I also write in a notebook(regularly). required kasi! haha. :)) joke :p Haha. Ayun. Saka nako susulat ng matino dito. Bye!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I Miss Twofour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/R99vzX555pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XKzSjzj0WFY/s1600-h/1_671665554l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178981024880256658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/R99vzX555pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XKzSjzj0WFY/s200/1_671665554l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4973592451688751617-4544772528186495802?l=themakingofmystory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/feeds/4544772528186495802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4973592451688751617&amp;postID=4544772528186495802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/4544772528186495802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4973592451688751617/posts/default/4544772528186495802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themakingofmystory.blogspot.com/2008/03/tuesday-march-18.html' title='Tuesday -- March 18'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01032279932912933594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/SYbmbGcQSwI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZumVNaeehNo/S220/e004d086f0332200a279279becbdfb46ad7036e1e0fb772a6c7b03837f14ffd34554abb33eda48fc8d923040eb89f17f44da1a99575b5b7b0943f270f758cef55427c91ccffc94b46f113f57bbbad15224.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pGJI0Ds9Fd4/R99vzX555pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XKzSjzj0WFY/s72-c/1_671665554l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
