<?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-185751406789730572</id><updated>2011-07-29T10:08:00.403+08:00</updated><category term='osiris'/><category term='unfinished buiness'/><category term='Jun Pyo'/><category term='marcus adoro'/><category term='Kalai'/><category term='credits needed'/><category term='kapatalan'/><category term='Circus'/><category term='nature'/><category term='quiz results'/><category term='KEO Satellite'/><category term='environment'/><category term='batang 90&apos;s'/><category term='spongecola'/><category term='weffriddles'/><category term='happy list'/><category term='help'/><category term='ncshs'/><category term='home'/><category term='level 2'/><category term='tags/survey'/><category term='prom'/><category term='MTV EXIT'/><category term='total rantdom'/><category term='House of Magic'/><category term='family'/><category term='dlmo'/><category term='procrastination'/><category term='Facebook'/><category term='bikolnon'/><category term='level 5'/><category term='TLE visual basic'/><category term='pics'/><category term='Yi Jeong'/><category term='Punk Zappa Lyrics'/><category term='names'/><category term='super senti'/><category term='declaration'/><category term='english'/><category term='rage'/><category term='level 1'/><category term='everyday'/><category term='zephyrus'/><category term='FNC'/><category term='pre-UP ramblings'/><category term='CWC'/><category term='level 4'/><category term='tagalog-tigalowg'/><category term='recruit'/><category term='eraserheads'/><category term='school'/><category term='climate change'/><category term='Ako Mismo'/><category term='plugging'/><category term='frustrations'/><category term='G5'/><category term='shorties'/><category term='ely buendia'/><category term='blogactionday.org'/><category term='UP'/><category term='Kim Bum'/><category term='level 3'/><category term='pupil'/><category term='Lee Min Ho'/><category term='fiction'/><category term='clue'/><category term='ecopolis'/><title type='text'>A Placɘ of Wishing Wɘlls and Magic Spɘlls.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-1827424072883490815</id><published>2009-11-29T01:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T01:27:10.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BYE BYE BLOGGER!:)</title><content type='html'>I would no longer be posting here in blogspot.  I've officially moved to tumblr.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit my new blog at &lt;a href="http://5seatstomyright.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://5seatstomyright.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-1827424072883490815?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://5seatstomyright.tumblr.com/' title='BYE BYE BLOGGER!:)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/1827424072883490815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/11/bye-bye-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/1827424072883490815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/1827424072883490815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/11/bye-bye-blogger.html' title='BYE BYE BLOGGER!:)'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-412562699120309925</id><published>2009-11-07T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:28:32.053+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagalog-tigalowg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shorties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super senti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total rantdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Yesterday all my troubles seem so far away</title><content type='html'>Yeah. Da Bitols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang. Last night at home ko to.  I'd be going back to Manila (ok, QC) tomorrow.  Haaaaayy.  Never thought I'd miss home this much.  Thought there was so much time.  Then I realized tomorrow's the trip na pala. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-412562699120309925?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/412562699120309925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/11/yesterday-all-my-troubles-seem-so-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/412562699120309925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/412562699120309925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/11/yesterday-all-my-troubles-seem-so-far.html' title='Yesterday all my troubles seem so far away'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-7970286457285369701</id><published>2009-10-17T11:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T11:58:20.892+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogactionday.org'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ecopolis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='climate change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='environment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>Blogging for the Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;I hope this blog post isn’t too late.&lt;/span&gt;  This was supposed to be posted yesterday, in participation with &lt;a href="http://blogactionday.org/"&gt;Blog Action Day 2009: Climate Change.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Al Gore’s An Inconvenient Truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Perhaps I can call it as the catalyst for my being an environmental “activist.”  I can’t really call myself an activist since I am not really that active in environmental concerns.  But that’s an entirely different matter.  I first saw this in 2006 or 2007 when my uncle brought home a DVD.  He’s the handler of our barangay’s kid’s group for the environment.  No need to elaborate on this one, most of us have seen this already.  Two things: I was alarmed because it’s real and it’s happening AND I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;determined to do something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Environmental “Passivist”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;So yeah, I know I can’t change the world and be some heroine.  But I could be part of that change.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;I am aware and I am determined to do something, but I am not doing anything.  Or at least I think so.  I do things, but it’s only me.  I don’t throw trash around, I recycle, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;but what does that do compared to millions of others who don’t give a damn about the environment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;I say I am concerned about what’s happening to our planet, but I confess that I am not doing what I really can.  I do small things, easy environment-saving stuff thinking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;that I’m doing something good.  It’s like “I give charity to the poor, I’m going to heaven.”  I know what I’m doing is good, but it’s not enough.  But how can I spread my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;views about the environment?  They’d think of me as a nature freak or something.  I don’t have the courage to start up an environment group or something.  It’s like I’m &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;just waiting for someone to start it up, and then I’d go.  Doesn’t sound like an environmental activist, huh?  Im just too passive.  I know it sounds kind of wrong, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;what the hell, it’s me.  So it just feels so nice everytime I meet someone with the same uh, philosophy?  (Ahem ahem, Alex. Alfred).  But I don’t like people who say they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;care for the environment and don’t show it, it’s like they’re just trying to fit in with what’s hot right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ecopolis.  World’s Greenest Homes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;It was 2008 (or was it 2007?) when Discovery Channel aired a program called ECOPOLIS.  I was very much fascinated by it.  It was a city plan, a futuristic green city.  In every &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;episode, four projects were discussed, ranging from energy sources, building insulation, waste management, greening of homes, to transportation.  It shows that the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;environment does not have to be sacrificed for urban development, and vice versa.  This show had a lot of impact on me, that my choice of my college major was partly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;influenced by it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;One of my favorite shows on Discovery Travel&amp;amp;Living is World’s Greenest Homes, featuring REAL homes of innovation.  I could describe it as a mini-ecopolis.  Or house-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;sized ecopolis.  And I tell you, the homes are very, very cool.  Functionality + Eco-friendliness + Style.  Make it STYLE with a capital S, T, Y, L, and E.  Baduy na ba? Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Civil Engineering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;This is what I’m majoring in right now.  There are two TV shows that partly influenced me to take CE: Megastructures and Ecopolis.  There are no such megastructures in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;the Philippines, and even less chance for an ecopolis to exist here.  So why not be a pioneer?  Ambitious ba? Haha.  But I’d rather not be a pioneer for that means that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;the Philippine megastructures/ecopolis are still far from reality, that they will just be plans until I become a REAL civil engineer.  I’d rather have it that someone else &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;gets the honor of pioneering those innovations in the Philippines, if it were for the betterment of the environment and the people in the soonest possible time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Naga City 20__: The Ecopolis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Naga City – my hometown.  This is where I will be working on my first ecopolis.  And I hope to do it before it turns into an urban metropolitan jungle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-7970286457285369701?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://blogactionday.org/' title='Blogging for the Earth'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/7970286457285369701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/10/blogging-for-earth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/7970286457285369701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/7970286457285369701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/10/blogging-for-earth.html' title='Blogging for the Earth'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-8663029327792314020</id><published>2009-10-04T20:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:07:59.925+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kalai'/><title type='text'>Anong nangyayari sa malamig na gabi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kapag malamig ang gabi, lumilikot ang aking kamay.  Naghahanap ng isang mahabang bagay na mahahawakan, hihilahin, kakagatin, at mamanapulahin.  At pag ako'y kumalma na, maghahanap na ng papel at ipupunas ang tinta ng nagsusukang bolpen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malamig ang gabi, humuhupa na ang ulan.  Wala akog magawa, pagsulat ang napagtuunan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 3 days and 3 months since my last &lt;s&gt;post&lt;/s&gt; entry in here [i have this sort of whatever notebook].  Have been too busy.  I really can't believe it.  I realized I haven't really understood or felt the "time flies" thing.  Cliche-ic, I know.  But true.  It's not always "time flie when you're having fun", it could just be "time flies when you're freaking busy.  It's like, er, I really don't know what it's like.  BUSY got a whole new meaning for me.  It's so not the busy-busyhan kind of thing, it's just plain and serious busy.  I just have to be thankful that my September busy-ness was not as bad as August's.  I WAS juggling acads, [fcking hard,fcking demanding] org application, fiends, numerous Kalai activities which I would have gladly attended (not that I had the time) had these not been looooong and belaboring [Eng1 :)].  But it's over now.  No more org application.  For the first time I REALLY REALLY studied, not just scanned notes, for a Math17 long exam.  AND got a score I think I deserved, 'twas no uno but I felt real good about it and was not sulking about it.  I did not stay up til 4AM for an Eng10 paper (got class at 8:30)...yeah, well,okay, I did that just one more time.  I actually get to read the Kas1 readings.  I memorized Eng1 vocab, and not names of people who could do power-trips on me anytime.  I actually listened to my Bio1 prof's rantings, and participated in Geog1 group activities, with my mind out of rushing to their tambayan after class.  Okay, I think you see the reason for my kabusyhan.  I have nothing against the org.  Why would I even bother to apply if I didn't think the org was great.  Yeah they're great, but not all that.  I was just not ready for such a big challenge.  I wanted to be a freshie, and jut be "normal."  AND I am not willing to sacrifice my acads yet.  Coz deep inide I knew I could do better in my acads.  I want to have a taste of victory muna before I head back to that application.  But I really loved being an app,  I gained around 27 friends, 19 of whom I had forged connections with.  There are only 16 of them now, and I know they have much deeper connections with each other now.  I'm happy about that, but I miss them a lot.  It sounds silly but I feel there's some sort of barrier that keeps me form openly communicating with them again.  I feel that there is a circle of intimacy between them that I should not intrude.&lt;br /&gt;Shet drama. Hahahaha. [I won't be reading this post for a long time.  I get ths urge to puke everytime I read some dramatic post of mine.]&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, there were two things that really improved after August: friends and myself.  I get to spend more time with them.  I value them a lot of course, especially the BiSoc.  They're not just friends from school or something.  They're like friends-friends.  And as cheesy as it may sound, we sort of became a family.  I guess that's what living &lt;i&gt;sa ilalim ng iisang bubong&lt;/i&gt; did to us.  It's 11:16PM right now.  The power was supposed to go down earlier at 8:00PM.  Mabuti nang may kuryente, I'd be able to study for my MathLE4.  I'm determined to really preapare for that exam since I have all the time.&lt;br /&gt;What made me write tonight?  Um, I was on senti mode from all the mush and cheese we've been watching.  The girls of BiSoc have been on a movie marathon since yesternight.  I have watched The Proposal, [the second half of] If Only, A Walk to Remember, and What Happens in Vegas.  Shayne and Alex watched 17 Again.  We were all in very good moods all throughout the day.  Haaaai:))  We were watching Chasing Liberty just now but I had to go downbecause of curfew stuff during this bagyo-ey night.  So yeah, I'd go to sleep na.  It's been raining like crazy here all day but it's stopped now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-8663029327792314020?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/8663029327792314020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/10/anong-nangyayari-sa-malamig-na-gabi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/8663029327792314020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/8663029327792314020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/10/anong-nangyayari-sa-malamig-na-gabi.html' title='Anong nangyayari sa malamig na gabi...'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-5636206422984809179</id><published>2009-09-17T15:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T16:30:30.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am really wondering how alfred manages to still be active online despite all his archi-ness and busy-ness and yeah.  Ayyy bakla, umi-english.  TSARUVVA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yung post ko last Aug20, ayoko nang tapusin.  Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Mga natatandaan kong nangyari sakin these past months...not in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nanood ng Jabbaz sa Trinoma kasama sina Alex and Trixia.  Nakipagsiksikan with all the people there.  Walang pakialam sa poise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Last week, earliest kong tulog is 1AM.  Pinaka-late naman is 4AM.  I am still amazed at how I was stll able to attend my 8:30AM Math17 class.  AND NOT FALL ASLEEP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Had a dose of heaven and hell during the time that I was applying for UP ACES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sack Race around the Acad Oval.  Relay siya, huminga ka naman.  At hindi ako kasali. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sa tatlong long exams sa Math17, yung 3rd lang ang napag-aralan ko thoroughly.  O diba? O diba? Haha.  Time Mismanagement:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Went to the big dome at around 6AM last Sept13 para makakuha ng ticket for the cheerdance competition.  Desperate much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mag-iisip pa ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/185751406789730572-5636206422984809179?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/5636206422984809179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-really-wondering-how-alfred.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/5636206422984809179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/5636206422984809179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-really-wondering-how-alfred.html' title=''/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-5865087063483735137</id><published>2009-08-22T02:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T15:29:41.703+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House of Magic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plugging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weffriddles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recruit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='declaration'/><title type='text'>Isang Mahalagang Anunsyo</title><content type='html'>Hindi ko na pala nacontinue yang weffriddles help thingy kong yan. Haiiiiiz. How sad. Let's have a moment of silence and just be sad. . . p()w^@ng manok yan abanribok na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/schoolofmagic/join/1031254829"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Anyways...please join my house in SCHOOL OF MAGIC sa Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Click nyo lang yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/barnbuddy/?r=1031254829&amp;amp;src=reflink"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Please be my BARN BUDDY too:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hynavian.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/barnbuddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://hynavian.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/barnbuddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-5865087063483735137?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/5865087063483735137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/08/isang-mahalagang-anunsyo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/5865087063483735137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/5865087063483735137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/08/isang-mahalagang-anunsyo.html' title='Isang Mahalagang Anunsyo'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-5848450726867681779</id><published>2009-08-20T00:57:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T11:38:27.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagalog-tigalowg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G5'/><title type='text'>How do you summarize two months worth of life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I haven't clicked on that orange (Alfred, that is orange, right?) 'PUBLISH POST' button for what I felt was eternity. Or rather clicked on it AND felt that I was really able to post something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been two months since my last attempt to document my life in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;I never imagined I could be so busy that I could not find time to blog. I mean, I guess I can but you know me, I don't do 'rush writing' so...yeah:D&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I have been sucked into some sort of whirlwind/tornado/blender:D/blackhole then tossed, thrown, carried by rough currents and stuff then thrown back into 'reality' . . . which is why I'm here in Naga . . . and on Sunday night, I will be diving back (very hesitantly) to hell, I mean, to that blender. LIFE. I just wish that blender would come from LB, still full of . . . oh, heaven! That would be heaven! I suddenly find myself craving for LB's shahe shake shakes. XO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, the last time I posted something in here, it was about me getting lost in UP Diliman with Alfred and Lorraine. So pre-UP. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;~will continue this tomorrow.promise.haha~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's 'tomorrow'...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;BLOCK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;A day before the opening of classes, I spent some time in the CE freshies yahoogroup trying to confirm the activities and stuff. I didn't exactly know where I'd be going. I didn't get any reliable answer. I mean someone answered me (told me we were to have some sort of orientation at some theater) but he's just a freshie too. He couldn't have known better. I was hoping the 'Ate Abbey' moderator would answer me, but no. SOOO. The next day, which was the opening of classes, I still didn't know where to go. Poor me. Got dressed up and everything but still no idea where I should be going to. So I retorted to those freshie guides/handbooks I got from the Summer FOP, texted this 'Kuya Henry' from this ACES org since he's listed under the 'If you need help blah blah blah' thingo. Fortunately, the guy replied and saved me from much humiliation. And guess what??? He AND Ate Abbey were our block handlers pa! Weeee! So swerte talaga. We (the block + handlers) met up at lunch and had some sort of Kain Tour. The next day we were introduced to UP ACES, sila yung block handlers namin. Cool. Had to deal with the 'something unique' nanaman. Grrr. Can't really find something unique or interesting enough about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;First friend ko was PJ. I sat beside him during Math. Stuck with each other for the first few days since we don't know many people there. Hahaha. (Takte, baka mali mali na sinasabi ko, antok na ko eh) FUN FACT: Si PJ ngayon ang pinakamataas na IQ na kakilala ko. Haha. Ayun, wala lang. Mabilis lang akong nagka-friends kasi sobrang kinapalan ko lang mukha ko. They don't know me naman so I'm free to be whoever I want to be. Yeaaah. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;ACADS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Okaaaay naman:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I have Math17, Bio1, Eng1, Kas1, Eng10, Geog1. Sabi nga ni Kuya Gen08B, kami ay mga BS GE. Hindi yan Geodetic Engineering. Gets mo?XD&lt;br /&gt;These GE subjects are far more demanding than my major subject which is Math17.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I have to make an essay for Eng1, a concept paper and position paper for Eng10, read two books (seriously) for Bio1, write two reaction papers and attend a series of events for Kas1. I have nothing for Math17. Math17 never demanded anything from me. Kung matanggal ako sa UP, alam niyo kung anong subjects ang sisisihin. Peste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;KALAI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;KantwoKat ako. 2nd floor girls. Partner corridor namin ang 1st Timers: Unosentes, sina Erron. May nagsuggest ng combined name namin na 'First Time with Two Pussies' Pusang gala talaga! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;The campus map painted on the lobby is not accurate. Basta mali-mali ang street names.&lt;br /&gt;We have scary guards here. But we also have human guards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Acad orgs hold reviews for freshies here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;The UP Singing Ambassadors performed at the TV Area. And boy, were they GOOD. I specially liked their "Circle of Life" Weeeee! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;ACES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;AND ALL THE OTHER SHIT...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;~tomorrow ulit...&gt;_&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&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/185751406789730572-5848450726867681779?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/5848450726867681779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-do-you-summarize-life-in-two-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/5848450726867681779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/5848450726867681779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-do-you-summarize-life-in-two-months.html' title='How do you summarize two months worth of life?'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-6680339997283981723</id><published>2009-07-01T17:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T17:15:20.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So saaaad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Not being able to blog as often as i want?  It sucks. Bigtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not being bwelo in blogging? Sucks even more.&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/185751406789730572-6680339997283981723?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/6680339997283981723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-saaaad_01.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/6680339997283981723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/6680339997283981723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-saaaad_01.html' title='So saaaad'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-4166982848254590569</id><published>2009-07-01T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T17:13:00.176+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total rantdom'/><title type='text'>So saaaad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;not being able to blog as often as i want? it sucks. bigtime.&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/185751406789730572-4166982848254590569?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/4166982848254590569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-saaaad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/4166982848254590569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/4166982848254590569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-saaaad.html' title='So saaaad'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-550590596439712573</id><published>2009-06-13T10:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T17:09:56.115+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-UP ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagalog-tigalowg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unfinished buiness'/><title type='text'>Naghahanap pa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ayan.  Wals nanaman akong maisip na ilagay dito.  Kapag wala ako sa tapat ng PC, andami kong naiisip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasa comshop ako.  Isa lang ito sa pagkarami-raming comshop sa shopping center sa UP.  Yeah, kala mo kung ano na yung shopping center dito.  Ako rin kala ko kung ano na.  Pero okay naman siya.  Aircon ang shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6AM.&lt;/span&gt;  Nagising ako.  Wala lang nagising lang ako.  Tapos natulog ulit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7:08. &lt;/span&gt; Nagtext si Alfred kakain na daw kame.  Ah okay.  Ang saya ko, ang aga ko nagising=D&lt;br /&gt;around &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7:15.&lt;/span&gt;  Punta kami sa mess hall ng Kalai.  Bihon at tsokolate.  Nakita nbamin si Yna/Ina/basta 'eeh-na' sa kabilang table.&lt;br /&gt;around &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8AM.&lt;/span&gt;  Balik kami sa rooms.  Maghuhugas ng stuff.  Kasama ko si Lorraine.  Naabutan ko sa room si Claudz (roommate ko, wow close!=D) kasama Dad niya.&lt;br /&gt;After nun, bagpraktis kami ng poasikot-sikot sa UP at hinanap ang mga buildings namin.  To &lt;s&gt;Palma Hall&lt;/s&gt;AS muna.  Mali yung itinuro kong daan kaya mejo nag-exercise muna kami.  Nakaabot kami sa Magsaysay Ave.  O dba?  Hinanap namin ang Penafrancia at San Felipe.  O db nakakatawa ang joke ko. =D  Nadaanan namin ang Vanguard at iba pang mga lugar na nde ko pa napupuntahan bago namin nakuha ang PH.  Fine, AS.&lt;br /&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/185751406789730572-550590596439712573?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/550590596439712573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/06/naghahanap-pa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/550590596439712573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/550590596439712573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/06/naghahanap-pa.html' title='Naghahanap pa'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-2313137164883075042</id><published>2009-06-10T19:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T20:02:15.938+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lee Min Ho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagalog-tigalowg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kim Bum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total rantdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jun Pyo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yi Jeong'/><title type='text'>Inlaaaaaaab nanaman si Mara</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Haha.  Wala lang.  Ang title pala ay galing sa kantang SHIRLEY.  Alam mo yun?  Sa tingin ko hinde.  Pero kung ou, i lab you! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;May thrill nanaman ang aking &lt;s&gt;love&lt;/s&gt;crushlife.  Ito ay dahil kina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*trrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr-drum roll yan-rrrrrrrrrrrr...ting!-cymbals ayon kay kuya darwin-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;KIM BUM at LEE MIN HO!  Mas kilala sila ng iba as So Yi-jung (o Yi Jeong ba?) at Gu Jun Pyo.  Di ko alam ang tamang ispeling ng mga pangalan nila sa BOF dahil paiba-iba ang ispeling ng mga pangalan nila sa mga English subs na napapanood ko sa Internet.  Yun lang naman talaga ang ilalagay ko dito.  Haha.  Gusto ko lang magdeklara ng pagmamahal sa kanilang dalawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**to blog about:&lt;br /&gt;recent happenings&lt;br /&gt;UP&lt;br /&gt;books&lt;br /&gt;someone make me understand conass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-2313137164883075042?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/2313137164883075042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/06/inlaaaaaaab-nanaman-si-mara.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/2313137164883075042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/2313137164883075042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/06/inlaaaaaaab-nanaman-si-mara.html' title='Inlaaaaaaab nanaman si Mara'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-1345423603581130860</id><published>2009-06-03T20:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:29:51.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-UP ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagalog-tigalowg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total rantdom'/><title type='text'>Miss Miss Miss Pakitigil Lang Plis Ang Iyong Pagpapantasya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lately, I've been hesitant to put whatever is happening to me, my plans, my schedule in this blog, in FS, in Plurk or wherever in the Internet.  I don't know if I'm just paranoid or if I have a reasonable, uh, reason for this.  There was this guy who's a member of a Yahoo!Group who added me in Y!M.  Cool naman siya kachat.  I don't know him pero sabi niya nakita na nya daw ako nung orientation.  Sabi nya sayang daw hindi kami magka-block. Sabi ko 'ah.ok' hahaha.para nakong tanga.  eniweyss.  He told me to let him know kung kelan ako pupuntang Kalai.  Sabi ko di ko pa alam.  Last weekend, he asked me again kung kelan.  I just said 'next week' and asked him why he keeps on asking that.  Sabi nya ipapasyal nya ko.  Huwaaat.  I said that I don't even know him.  Alam nya daw.  Sabi ko pa kasama ko na mga friends ko.Sabi nya naman iba naman daw yun..'Trip to Anywhere' daw kami...nyak...sabi ko 'hehehe' ulit tapos di na ko nagreply ulit. last chat namin yun. para akong tanga. haha.  takot na takot eh.  feel na feel ko namang may stalker.hahahaha.iniisip ko kasi, kung maging prens man kame, pagtatawanan nalang namin to in da future. okay na yun diba, it pays to be safe naman.  basta.hahaha.  Parang ang kapal ko. Pero ganun talaga, takot eh.  New world kasi.  Ou na,promdi na!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-1345423603581130860?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/1345423603581130860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/06/miss-miss-miss-pakitigil-lang-plis-ang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/1345423603581130860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/1345423603581130860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/06/miss-miss-miss-pakitigil-lang-plis-ang.html' title='Miss Miss Miss Pakitigil Lang Plis Ang Iyong Pagpapantasya'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-9208745835014187927</id><published>2009-05-29T15:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T15:13:03.007+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='level 3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='level 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weffriddles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='level 1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='level 5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='level 4'/><title type='text'>Weffriddles Level 1-5 HELP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.weffriddles.com/level1.html"&gt;http://www.weffriddles.com/level1.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't gonna give the answers.  That'd be no fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEVEL 1&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, do you really need help with this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEVEL 2&lt;br /&gt;Same with Level 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEVEL 3&lt;br /&gt;Read the 'nonsense' gibberish.  Sounds familiar?&lt;br /&gt;Still can't get it?  Try the one in the title bar.&lt;br /&gt;Then fill in the blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEVEL 4&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna tell you what I use when I speak for myself. Aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEVEL 5&lt;br /&gt;Remember Level 3?  What's got 26 of 'em?  Then do the math.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-9208745835014187927?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/9208745835014187927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/05/weffriddles-level-1-5-help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/9208745835014187927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/9208745835014187927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/05/weffriddles-level-1-5-help.html' title='Weffriddles Level 1-5 HELP'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-4425425701190490694</id><published>2009-05-12T20:50:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:30:38.713+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ako Mismo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unfinished buiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MTV EXIT'/><title type='text'>MTV EXIT</title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to blog abo&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ut MTV EXIT but then I remembered I have my yearbook duties to attend to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nangangati na ko mag blog about AKO MISMO, MTV EXIT, and my UP adventures. Tatapusin ko lang talaga tong mga write up na to. Eniwey, if you wanna know more bout MTV EXIT, click niyo &lt;a href="http://www.mtvexit.org/"&gt;to&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, diretso yan sa site nila. Sa AKO MISMO rin &lt;a href="http://akomismo.org/"&gt;click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Checkitoutin niyo nalang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mtvphil.com/uploads/images/Event-60_File-2086_newresized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 224px;" src="http://mtvphil.com/uploads/images/Event-60_File-2086_newresized.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MTV EXIT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan. Ano naman kaya ang napala k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;o sa bonggang-bonggang procrastination. AS I write, fine, type this thing, the MTV EXIT Concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; is ongoing at the Mall of Asia Concert Grounds. This c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;cert is not JUST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; a concert. (Kunwari daw hindi naman masyadong obvious sa title) It is some so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;rt of campa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ign against human exploitation and trafficking. Trafficking is the act of forcing or deceiving people to work against their will or want. Example ay yung mga hoax na agencies para maka-abroad. Papa-abroadin ka nga, tapos prosti pala yung ipapatrabaho sayo. Example din yun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;g sa Slumdog Millionaire, yung pinaglilimos ang mga bata. Malala pa yung binubulag sila. Migawsh. Marami pang examples nyan pero you already get the idea. So anyways. I w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anted to attend the concert but duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img14.imageshack.us/img14/4870/bgimg1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 152px;" src="http://img14.imageshack.us/img14/4870/bgimg1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;AKO MISMO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;We also believe that most Filipinos still desire change and would like to overcome the manifestation of hopelessness which is apathy. This change can emanate from the power of the individual contributing in small, meaningful ways and building up to a collective effort that can change the nation.&lt;/blockquote&gt;From what I understand, Ako Mismo aims to make a big positive change through small individual, uh, changes.  Parang it runs on the principle of "kung walang piso, wala ring isang milyon."  Imbento ko lang yun pero parang ganun na rin yun.  Kung sasabihin kasi  "babaguhin ko ang Pilipinas," parang it's such a big thing, parang "kaya ko ba yun?"  Sa Ako Mismo, hindi kailangan ng drastic change, Para bang step-by-step. Hindi rin ibig sabihin na Ako LANG Mismo.    Sabi nga ng Ako Mismo, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the power of the collective force of individuals who believe in making a difference&lt;/span&gt;.  Individual.  Pero &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;collective&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Kapag ganito ang mga usapan, naaalala ko si Rani.  At ang aming mga Go Pilipinas talks.)  Sabi naman ng iba, "It's just a pledge, it's not enough."  Sabi ko naman, ang isang matinong tao, kapag nagpledge syempre gagawin nya yun.  Duh, pledge nga eh.  Commitment dowd.  Kapag nagpledge ka dun, pero nega ka pa rin, wala na yung sense ng Ako Mismo which is effort for change na mula sa sarili.&lt;br /&gt;Yung mga people na sumali para lang sa dog tag, at yung mga naglagay ng "Ako Mismo uutot ng uutot". . . watdahell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Di ko nanaman naorganize ang aking pinagsusulat.  I just put in whatever came into my mind.       &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/185751406789730572-4425425701190490694?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.mtvexit.org/' title='MTV EXIT'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/4425425701190490694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/05/mtv-exit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/4425425701190490694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/4425425701190490694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/05/mtv-exit.html' title='MTV EXIT'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-8184959934061094941</id><published>2009-05-05T21:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T11:06:11.448+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unfinished buiness'/><title type='text'>I Would If I Could But I Can't So I Won't</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ang saya saya naman talaga.  Nag-request ako na night trip yung,uh, trip namin to Manila dahil hindi ko talaga kaya ang day trip.  Yung last two day trips ko to Manila are REAL nightmares (daymares?) lalo...Ay no...Yung 2nd and 3rd to the last day trips pala.  The latest one was okay lang, I mean it's far from okay but not so nightmarish.  So yeah, yung 3rd to the last, naka-ubos ako ng several little plastic bags para sa aking pagsusuka.  EEWW.  Yung 2nd to the last naman just one plastic bag, malaki naman. . . . yung butas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So anyway, yung night trip ko naman okay lang sa umpisa tapos pinipilit ko talagang matulog.  Lahat talaga ginawa ko na para maalis sa isip ko ang tiyan kong nagbabantang, uh, magpalabas &gt;:-D  Hindi ako makatulog dahil hindi pa yun yung sleeping time ko, nag-try ako na kumanta (sa isip lang), tumula, reverse na alphabet, nagpantasya, nag-isip ng mga pwedeng bilhin KUNG may pera ako, inisip ang future buhay ko sa UP, at kinausap ko si Bro nang pagkahaba-haba.  Pero panandalian lang yung relief, parang akohol (alkohol, utak mo'y buhol-buhol) o drugs.  Pagkatapos ng ilang sandali, papasok nanaman sa utak ko.  Nakakatulog naman ako pero nagigising nanaman.  Tapos...BEEEELLLLLCCCHHHHH!! eeeeewwww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yoko nang umuwi.  Sasakay nanaman ng bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nanganganib pala ang contacts ko dito.  Commute lang kasi ako tapos kapag gabi na andumi na ng contacts.  Ginawa ko yung excuse para magpabili ng Ray Ban.  Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Saya saya koooo!  Nakabili na ko nung Fruitcake and nung Anthology 2.  Weee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Balak ko sana magblog about my UP adventures.  Next time nalang.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-8184959934061094941?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/8184959934061094941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-would-if-i-could-but-i-cant-so-i-wont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/8184959934061094941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/8184959934061094941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-would-if-i-could-but-i-cant-so-i-wont.html' title='I Would If I Could But I Can&apos;t So I Won&apos;t'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-7627598342198447292</id><published>2009-05-01T22:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:56:11.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-UP ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bikolnon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total rantdom'/><title type='text'>Bali Lang Nanaman Ako.  Miss Ko Naman Palan Si Tooooooooooooooooooooooooooot.  Har, Har, Har.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bukas na ang SM City Naga. Haha. Mayo man. Maduman kuta ako kaso mauranon and SOOOO many people. Nagdalan nalang kami fireworks pagkabanggi. Trip ko lang ilaag digdi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dara kan pagkap#kalness and kaboringan and mayo lang talaga ibang magibo, pirmi na akong babad sa computer. Internet. Internet. Internet. Papara-Youtube lang, magdalan ning mga videos kan mga taong mayo man maginibo sa buhay. AYYY! Dapat palan may ginigibo na ako. Dai ko pa kaya tapos si Medical chuvaness ko sa UP. Tapos dapat palan maggibo na daa akong, anu to, checklist saka inventory. Kinukulit na kaya ako ni Mader. Dai ko man ngani maintindihan kung ano gusto niyang mahiling sa list na yes na ito. Tapos pinapaimpake na ko. Iwawalat mi na kaya ang iba kong gamit sa pinsan ko next week pagduman mi. Dai ko man aram kung ano DAPAT darahon ko ta dai ko man aram ang pwede o dai pwede sa Kalayaan. Dai ko aram kung pede ko darahon si marijuana stash ko. Haha. Saka dai ko pa man aram kung laog na ko sa Kalayaan. Basta gabos na eheads saka pupil stuff dadarahon ko. Pwede kaya ang gitara duman? Dadarahon ko kaya si chipipay kong gitara? O pede man ipabakal ko to tapos bakal akong Fender Stratocaster. Haha. Mas malupet pa sako ang gitara. Sayang kaya pag winalat ko to, dai ako makakarakenrol sa dorm. Pero sana dai man maanggot kaibahan ko sa room. Saka sana dai man ako ireklamo kan mga kalapit-kwarto. Si sticks ko kaya? Mayo man akong pupukpukon. Pero baka sige nalang. Ano kayang books and dadarahon ko...definitely not the HP series. Basta. Inda. Tapos sana may laptop ako noh. Pano na ang buhay ko online??? S aka pano na sana pag may listers night. Oh men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, balik sa internet. Naka download palan ako kadtong Pillbox 1 and 3 (mayo talagang 2) pati si poster. Ahahaha. Haluy na kaya tong out of print. Sana may Fruitcake sa Nat'l Bookstore sa SM Naga pero kung mayo mahanap talaga ako sa Manila. I WANT to HAVE that book bago pa ni ma out of print. Second printing na ngani ni, chance! And oh, gusto ko man kadtong Rogue magazine na yaon ang The Pillar. Oh man, dakulon na akong gusto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sorry palan kung dai maka-relate. Anyway, it's MY blog ayt??? It's not like I have to be prim and proper and impress everyone. I just wanna write. Tapus I just wanna be on the beach (sunburn!). Ahay. Dai pa kaya ako nakaka-outing ngunyan. RAINY summer. Bummer. May outing kuta last weekend kaso dai ako nag-iba ta mejo sinisipon at inuubo, baka maglala. Iyo na yan! Nyt ebriwan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-7627598342198447292?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/7627598342198447292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/05/bali-lang-nanaman-ako-miss-ko-naman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/7627598342198447292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/7627598342198447292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/05/bali-lang-nanaman-ako-miss-ko-naman.html' title='Bali Lang Nanaman Ako.  Miss Ko Naman Palan Si Tooooooooooooooooooooooooooot.  Har, Har, Har.'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-8060966814624877040</id><published>2009-04-29T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:04:09.470+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KEO Satellite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='declaration'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was doing my usual reading at &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cimg%20src=" alt=""&gt;Listverse&lt;/a&gt;, poring over the &lt;a href="http://listverse.com/history/top-10-incredible-time-capsules/"&gt;Incredible Time Capsules list.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At #2 (or was it #3?) was the KEO Satellite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;KEO is the name of a proposed space time capsule that will be launched in 2010 or 2011. There have been previous spacecrafts carrying time capsules of earth’s existence sent into space but what makes the KEO Satellite different is it will be designed to return back to earth 50,000 years later. The KEO project was conceived in 1994 by French artist-scientist Jean-Marc Philippe. If this ambitious project is realized the KEO will carry a drop of human blood chosen at random encased in a diamond, samples of air, sea water and earth and the DNA of the human genome. The satellite will also carry an astronomical clock, photographs of people of all cultures and an encyclopedia of current human knowledge. &lt;/p&gt; Interesting Fact: The Satellites name is supposed to represent the three most frequently used sounds common to the most widely spoken languages today, K, E and O.  Also, every person is invited to write a message addressed to the future inhabitants.  The deadline is December 31, 2009.  &lt;a href="http://www.keo.org/uk/pages/message.php"&gt;Messages can be posted here&lt;/a&gt;.[...]&lt;br /&gt;-Listverse.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so fascinated (read: BALI) and went straight to the message thingy.  But I didn't know what to put there so I decided to leave it for later.  I put this in my blog because I just want to share the opportunity, in case you're interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.keo.org/"&gt;Here's KEO's site&lt;/a&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/185751406789730572-8060966814624877040?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/8060966814624877040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/04/beautiful-machine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/8060966814624877040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/8060966814624877040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/04/beautiful-machine.html' title='Beautiful Machine'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-4293416576437565941</id><published>2009-04-28T18:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:22:01.299+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagalog-tigalowg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unfinished buiness'/><title type='text'>wala pa kong naiisip na title</title><content type='html'>gusto ko nanaman magpost ng entry ditow, iskayted na ko!!!&lt;br /&gt;kain lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jellymuffin.com/icons/cartoons/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.jellymuffin.com/icons/cartoons/images/icon061.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jellymuffin.com/icons/cartoons/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.jellymuffin.com/icons/cartoons/images/icon075.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maya nalang ako magpopost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kainis.  Ang aking pinakamatalinong kaibigan ay nagpapakatanga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-4293416576437565941?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/4293416576437565941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/04/wala-pa-kong-naiisip-na-title.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/4293416576437565941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/4293416576437565941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/04/wala-pa-kong-naiisip-na-title.html' title='wala pa kong naiisip na title'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-1864202660319528626</id><published>2009-04-23T18:40:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T09:51:57.822+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ncshs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz results'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagalog-tigalowg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super senti'/><title type='text'>Our Lives Are Made In This Small Hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quiz from Alfred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;1. Bakit ka nahuhuli sa pila bago mag flag ceremony?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At feel na feel mo namang naleleyt ako?! Ou na! Antagal magising^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;2. Anong fave mong bilhin sa canteen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nung 2nd year, Lemon Bars kaso nawala na nung...nung..*sniff sniff*...senior year. Simula nang sa canteen na ako naglulunch ay Pork Asado! Potatoes yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;3. Na-guidance/principal ka na ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Muntikan na. Lintek na fan fiction. (Lintek na traydor. Peace!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;4. Sinong fave teacher mo doon? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ewan. Sir JP? Galing magturo. Ma'am Baeta and Ma'am Nhel^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;5. Tropa mo ba yung guard ng skul nyo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We're cool, pero di kami close. Haha. Pero kilala na ko nung mga yun, di dahil sa late! Lagi kasi akong nag-iiwan ng helmet dun and mga pinapahatid na bagay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;6. San ka usually tumatambay? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Classroom, kasi andun si...haha. Dun kasi wala naman ibang pupuntahan and masaya dun, super. Pwede rin sa canteen, magpapahangin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Alfred: Mara, canteen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mara: (tatayo)&lt;br /&gt;Alfred: Babay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;7. What's your most unforgettable experience?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ko alam. Maraming unforgettable, pero wala pa akong maisip na MOST Unforgettable. Iedit ko nalang to kung sakaling mahanap ko na. Ironic, most inforgettable pero di matandaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;8. Sinong una mong nakilala sa high school? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syempre excluding the Isabelinas and old friends. Si Darlene talaga yung pinakanatatandaan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;9. Ilang beses mo nang nawala ung ID mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never. Masyadong sagrado para mawala ko lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;10. Favorite classmates? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abee L.! [Hands down] L as in L___g. Hehe. Dabess-dabess ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;11. Most unforgettable person? Why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syempre yung mga makakasama ko pa rin pag college di ko malilimutan (Hi Tsinelas!). Deh. Persons with the "S" in the hulihan nalang. Zelita, Abee, and PersLab. Kasi..ewan..di ko alam! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;12. I-describe ang mukha mo sa grad pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yung toga shot okay naman. Byutifowl as usual (nakikibasa ka lang, wag kumontra). Yung class picture ang taray taray ko dun. So malayo from my kabaitan (again, nakikibasa lang).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;13. Anong binibili mo sa labas tuwing uwian?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung 1st year palamig, ubod at isaw. Ngayon di na ko masyado bumibili. Pero when I get the chance, bulastog! Gusto ko yung maanghang. Tapos sa bahay ko itatapon yung stick or plastic kasi wala basurahan sa daraanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;14. Nakakita ka na ba ng multo sa school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Dati gustong-gusto ko. Ngayon duwag na ko sa multo, pero thrill-seeker pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;15. Nangarag kaba sa updating/paghahabol sa projects?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou naman. High school wouldn't be high school without that. Thank you Research for that WONDERFUL experience. Tapos thank you rin TW school brochure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;16. Anong unang-una mong ginawa right after graduation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumain sa Red Platter (nagugutom na ko, naiimagine ko kasi). Andun din si Raymund with his mom. And si Liza with her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;17. Ano naman ang papel mo sa Intrams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa sa mga, anong tawag dun, facis? Tagapamahala? Basta ganun. Sa scrabble ako na-assign. Hahaha. May isa pa atang event na assigned ako pero limot ko na. And of course, taga-cheer nang walang sawa, taga-gawa rin ng props.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;18. Favorite subject?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math nung 1st yr to 3rd yr, at simula at tapos ng 4th year. Science nung 1st at 2nd year. English rin siguro. PE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;19. Kung papalitan ang color ng uniform niyo? ano?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple! ROYGBIV. Yoko kaya. Like no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;20. Nasa Friendster mo ba yung crush mo nung HS? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alin dun? Haha. Isa lang yung naging crush ko na wala sa FS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;21. Did you ever regret going to your HS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No:)) Kahit reklamo ako ng reklamo, I love SciHigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;22. Kilala mo ba kung sino ang nag-post nito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;23. Sino sa mga ka-batch mo ang dapat isali sa STARSTRUCK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RC? Most likely to be in reality TV ba yun or movie? Basta siya. Hehe. Ewan, pero kung may nag-aambisyon pang iba, e di siya nalang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;24. Did you ever try to smoke and drink during ur high school days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfffft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Our lives are made&lt;br /&gt;In these small hours&lt;br /&gt;These little wonders,&lt;br /&gt;These twists &amp;amp; turns of fate&lt;br /&gt;Time falls away,&lt;br /&gt;But these small hours,&lt;br /&gt;These small hours still remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Little Wonders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;-Rob Thomas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/185751406789730572-1864202660319528626?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/1864202660319528626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/04/ilang-taon-na-rin-ang-lumipas-mga-kulay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/1864202660319528626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/1864202660319528626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/04/ilang-taon-na-rin-ang-lumipas-mga-kulay.html' title='Our Lives Are Made In This Small Hours'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-7144884062769933475</id><published>2009-04-23T11:21:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T09:35:37.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ely buendia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pupil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bikolnon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagalog-tigalowg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zephyrus'/><title type='text'>I'll Step Inside The Playground To See What's Going On Tonight</title><content type='html'>Haluyon na ni nangyari pero ngunyan ko palang siya ibblog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the Globe 24ever Soundtripz, but we (my friends and I) call it Pupil Concert sa kadahilanang Pupil lang naman ang pinunta namin dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AT HOME...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &lt;em&gt;to Abby and Kwenj&lt;/em&gt;: Sb ni 2gang q.hlabaun n daa pila dman.marha.pare mau pa aqng tcket! ABBY: anu dcxon m?cge na.mgdlan ka.puhleaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Abby: Mara,abby ni.maduman ako,anu?sain nd wat tym?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &lt;em&gt;to Abby&lt;/em&gt;: Aq maeat lng q nnyan tpus mduman na.sa w8ng shd s cthdral nlng para dai mxado matao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kwenj ma k pa tiket?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &lt;em&gt;to Kwenj&lt;/em&gt;: Uda pa.sa w8ng shd s cthdral kmi mameet n abby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kwenj: p bkal na ki 2gang mO.. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &lt;em&gt;to Kwenj&lt;/em&gt;: Nghali n ngni c 2gang q&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kwenj: aw.. ui sain daa ang cOncert?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &lt;em&gt;to Kwenj&lt;/em&gt;: Bka s grounds.w8.ma eat lng q.tZ mduman nq.hha.eskayted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kwenj: hehe. ghe kakan 2l2l.. nsa cntrO pa nani kme,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Alfred: mara!madalan aq!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &lt;em&gt;to Alfred&lt;/em&gt;: Yay! Say kairiba m tz sain kmu hrlingan mliban s mata?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Alfred: hainq.hha.mau.aq lng.hlingan nlng kta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &lt;em&gt;to Alfred&lt;/em&gt;: Cge.s w8ng shd kn cthdral.pra hrau s tao.hlaba n daa kea pila.w8.ma eat muna aq.may tket kna pln?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Alfred: gwa na.taO n russ.Ücge.pauli plng nga q.tanga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &lt;em&gt;to Alfred&lt;/em&gt;: O mehn.mau pq tket.cgeh.&lt;br /&gt;Me &lt;em&gt;to Alfred&lt;/em&gt;: Tanga.Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Alfred: haha.eu.mau k p tiket?!nge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Abby: Ok.txt k mga 10 mins bgo k mghali.dara k cam.hehe.xmpre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Alfred: pduman nq.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &lt;em&gt;to Alfred&lt;/em&gt;: Grbe.dai p nni q ngkkkan.hha.bkalan m q tket.byadan tka.mski a-30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Alfred: nge.csai kaiba mu dpat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &lt;em&gt;to Alfred&lt;/em&gt;: C abby ska kwenj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Alfred: mara,w8ng shed lng q.hlat tka nlng.taz ska k n bkal tket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &lt;em&gt;to Alfred&lt;/em&gt;: Cge.pjan na.mpah2d lng q.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me to &lt;em&gt;Abby and Kwenj&lt;/em&gt;: Pduman nq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SA WAITING SHED SA LABAS NG CATHEDRAL...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Andun an si Alfred. Kami palang dalawa. Tapos dumating naman agad si Xairus at Kwenj. Pareho kami ni Xai wala pang tickets. Wala naman kasi talaga akong balak manood tapos nung sinabi sakin na tutugtog ang Pupil. &lt;strong&gt;Duhhhhh?!?!?!? Pupil! Palalampasin ko?? Ticket asan ka??!??!?! &lt;/strong&gt;Nung I mean, hinding-hindi pa sila nakakaperform sa Naga (I think). umaga ng concert eh hiningi ko kay Christian yung ticket niya. Tapos pagkahapon nun eh manonood na daw siya tapos pagdating ko sa USI, hindi na raw siya manonood. Okkkaaaay. Tapos yun, akala ko may magtitinda pa sa venue ng tickets. Tapos wala pala. Wat da ef! Malamang sold out yun diba. Konti lang siguro yung tickets. O sadyang marami lang talaga yung tao. Tapos kahit wala pa yung mga kasama namin pumila na kami. Subok lang na makalagpas sa big bouncing bouncers na humihingi ng tickets. Hahaha. Nakakatakot kaya yun. Tapos pinaghiwalay pa yung boys at girls, eh ako palang kaya yung babae saming magkakasama. Nalagpasan ko naman tatlong bouncers kaso sa una-unahan strikto na, yun natakot na ko kaya umalis na kami sa pila. Hahahaha. Sabi ko antayin nalang namin sina Abby. Tapos nakita namin sina Kitz at Yayen. Tapos si Abby na rin. Kumpleto na kami pero wala pa ring ticket. Kung sino-sino na yung tinitext namin para sa ticket, sabi nga ni Xai kahit daw P500 bibilhin niya. Ako rin kaya noh??? Wala lang nga akong P500.^^ Tapos yun, natataranta na kami. Nag-iisip na nga kami kung pano kami makakapasok dun kahit walang ticket. Pumunta kami sa may likod ng USI, yung kaharap ng Palasyo. Tapos nag-sstrategize na para mag over the bakod. Pero seryoso, gagawin ko yun kung walang wala na talagang ticket. Naisip ko naman baka meron pa sa centro nagpapabili o namimigay kaso baka by the time na makakuha naman ako ng ticket tapos na yung Pupil, lang kwenta. So bumalik na kami sa lugar na maraming tao. At by some twist of fate, luck at divine intervention na rin siguro ay may nakita akong lalaki may winiwave na something at nag-aanounce kung sino daw gusto ng tickets. Yun takbo kami ni Xai. Dalawa yung tickets, sakto!!! P60 dalawa daw, edi okay, kaso marami ring gustong bumili kaya ginawa naming P100 dalawa. Ayoooossss!!! Love it!!! Tinanong ni Xai kung bakit daw binenta yung tickets, sabi naman nung tatlong lalaki kung hindi naman daw makakapasok yung isa sa kanila, damay-damay na. Kewl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AT THE CONCERT...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Xairus: HOy! Auz sa bagOng site mi! Dgdi na!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Syempre nanonood ako at hindi nagtitext. Nung kumanta si Bugoy, may girl na naiyak sa likod namin. Anu naman kaya yun. Haha. Nung Pupil na siyempre hyper ang mga tao. Yung girls sa grupo namin (syempre kasali ako) sigaw ng sigaw ng EEELLLLYYYY!!! Hahaha. You can't blame us kaya nuh?? Ang galing nila magdala sa audience. Considering Ely's withdrawness (may word bang ganyan? basta pagka-withdrawn), he was really interacting with the audience and not just making sweet love to his guitar (nakuha ko yan sa kanya,ahaha). Basta ganun. Tumugtog din sila ng dalawang Eheads songs, Alapaap and SuperProxy. Sa Pupil songs, Sala and Disconnection Notice lang yung natatandaan ko. Kainis nalimutan ko na, tagal na eh. Basta ang saya, first time ko sila mapanood live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AT HOME...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01:11 am Me to Alfred: Si 2gang q plan nka pwes2 s may fence msmo s gilid kng stage xtension.ksuya!rawr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Alfred: nahandshake q c ely!!ngpondO cvan s starview!xt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01:22 am Me to Alfred: F*ck.sh*t!cryoso?!auko ng gnyang biro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Alfred: cryOso!magadan man q!hputOn m p cnda.waah.nilipat q n s ticket c atOms nd pgplastic q! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[ganyan po kaaddict si Alfred]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01:24 am Me to Alfred: Xit!kaara.pak!tnu kea psundo pq!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Alfred: hai.syangOn!waAh!araara nga sQ!!shet!dai n qta q mhugas.kya lng naicp q.ew.hha.mejO parehO ngni yta kmi ng texture ng kamOt.hanep!dai q tlga ni mali2ngwan! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[hha! see?]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01:30 am Me to Alfred: *tooot*.tma na!!bka dai np mk2rog s sbrang ara.plz.2mrw nlng.T_T &lt;strong&gt;[ganito naman po ako ka-affected]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01:56 am Me to Alfred: Pro cryoso k nshke hnds m?! &lt;strong&gt;[nagpahabol pa no?]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Alfred: ok.2rug ka.pagal anu?wah.bka e aq mk2rog! [ely ikaw ang 1st crush ko!~isang batang 90's]:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Alfred: mara!sb n dadi taga-jacOb c ely:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01:59 am Me to Abby: Cryoso n shake hnds nndo c ely? &lt;strong&gt;[hindi talaga matanggap eh.hehehe]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kainis kaya. Die hard ako tapos ganun??? Wala ngang balak si Alfred manood ng concert kasi sabi niya Eraserheads daw, hindi Pupil yung gusto niya. Tapos ako yung super yeah about the concert tapos ganon lang??? Hahaha. Anyway sa tingin ko naman nagustuhan na niya yung Pupil after that eventful night (para sa kanya). RAWR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-7144884062769933475?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/7144884062769933475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/04/ill-step-inside-playground-to-see-whats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/7144884062769933475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/7144884062769933475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/04/ill-step-inside-playground-to-see-whats.html' title='I&apos;ll Step Inside The Playground To See What&apos;s Going On Tonight'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-6635173123635448486</id><published>2009-04-19T11:54:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T09:56:38.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eraserheads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagalog-tigalowg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total rantdom'/><title type='text'>We could make some honey, we don't need no money baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;**kasuya!!! nawara nanaman internet suudma, dai ko lugod nasave!!! rawrrrr!!!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;Kanina pa ko nag-iisip kung ano ilalagay ko dito. Sa tagal ng pag-iisip ko, nakabukas na ako ng ilang tabs at napadpad sa mga online stores. Nakakita rin ako ng magagandang designs ng Eraserheads concert tees. Ayun, naka-order ako ng dalawa. So far, tatlo na yung shirts na inorder ko. Yung isa ay last week pa, birthday gift daw sakin. Tapos bilhan ko naman daw yung kapatid ko. Leche, di nman niya birthday. Tapos nakakita ako ng maganda pang design, binilhan ko ulit yung sarili ko. Ahha. Katext ko ngayon si Alfred at parang nagbabalak rin siya bumili. Mga adik talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero nag-iipon nga talaga ako. I mean, nagtitipid lang. Kasi walang allowance ngayong summer. Haaaay. Di na muna ako bibili ng individual na albums ng Eheads. Aantayin ko nalang lumabas yung boxed set. Sana pati yung &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Pop U!&lt;/span&gt; kasama sa boxed set. Saka mga rarities. Ganun. Saka sana andun yung Fruitcake na story book! Weeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano pa kayang gusto kong gawin sa pera ko. Hmmm. Magkape sa kopi syap. Bibili ng kung ano para sa True Friends. Di ko pa pala sila nabibigyan nung grad. Haaaay talaga. Leash para sa aso ko. Yun na ang siguro. Sana may matira pa!^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit kaya parang wala nang sense to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Kagabi nag-ala-Moymoy Palaboy ako. Gagawa daw ng bidyo yung kapatid ko at ako yung bida. Pinasabay niya ko sa kantang Wishing Wells habang tumutugtog ng gitara. Yun, bida talaga ako. Ng kahihiyan. Syempre dinelete ko agad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;Bakit kaya adik na adik ako sa Eheads??? [[Dito po naputol yung aking ginagawa noong nagloko ang kompyuter. Di ko na alam kung anu-ano yung sumunod dito.]] Dati napapakinggan ko na sila at nagugustuhan na rin pero hindi ko naman hinahanap-hanap. Tanga, kung kelan pa sila nawala (nag-disband lang pala) saka ko naman kinaadikan. I mean, since birth naririnig ko na music nila dahil nagkalat sa angkan namin ang maka-Eheads. Hereditary kaya yun? Anyway, ang cool nga eh, I grew up with Eheads. Yung pinaka-una kong namemorize na REAL song ay Ang Huling El Bimbo. By REAL song I mean yung hindi nursery rhyme, happy birthday, jingle, o christmas carol. Ito rin yung earliest memory ko of seeing a music video. Basta ganun. 2 -4 years old ako niyan. Hahahaha. Kaya siguro hindi pa ako naadik noon kasi hindi pa ko maka-banda. Barbie pa ko noon. Hahahaha. Namiss ko tuloy yung Bedroom, Kitchen, Living Room, at Bathroom Set ni Barbie noon. In short, buong bahay niya. Niregalo kasi sakin nun yung Living Room lang tapos sa iba ko namang pinsan yung ibang sets. Tapos they grew up na and gave me their sets. Hahahaha. Happy happy. Sayang wala akong makuhang image nung toys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;Nareceive ko na pala yung Eheads shirt the other day, yung galing kay Emman. I'm still waiting for the other one, yung sa Team Pupil. Wala naman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-6635173123635448486?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/6635173123635448486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/04/balik-eraserheads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/6635173123635448486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/6635173123635448486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/04/balik-eraserheads.html' title='We could make some honey, we don&apos;t need no money baby'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-2650706650440839771</id><published>2009-04-19T11:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T09:54:09.158+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagalog-tigalowg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total rantdom'/><title type='text'>Habberday to Me</title><content type='html'>After __ long years, nagkaroon nanaman ako ng party with friends. Birthday ko eh. Children's party kami. For the last 5 years (I think) kasi I only ate out with friends or celebrated with ma family. Cool nga eh, wala nga lang balloons. May videoke sana kaso ancient na yung songs dun. Kaya nag-Wii nalang sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326240925624449026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/Seqb5vf-OAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ij0AoJ-H-M4/s320/P1010026.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si Alfred at si Aila. Sayang walang picture si Alfred as a rockstar. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326240926644322930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/Seqb5zTIQnI/AAAAAAAAAG8/r9uDxIbtd6s/s320/april17+435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si Rani nalang ang natitirang tao. Ayaw pa magpatalo kay Biboy. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kakalungkot lang kasi hindi kumpleto yung Tsinelas dahil wala si Shayne. Hindi rin kumpleto yung True Friends kasi wala sina Bojewa, Effie and Abee. Wala rin sina Joeric, Ate Danica and Edlyn. Pero pinaka-nakakalungkot talaga ang hindi pagdating ni Jollibee and Friends! Huhuhuhu... &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;huuhuhuh... &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Huhuhuhuh... &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Huhuhuhuh... &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Huhuhuhuhuhu... &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Huhuhuhuhhuhuhuhu... &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay na.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So anyway binalikan ng mga people yung handa namin the next day at napawi ang aking loneliness. Talagang lonely ako dito sa bahay at walang magawa kung hindi maggitara, maghithit ng Baygon, mag-tennis, golf, boxing, baseball at bowling na nag-iisa, kumain pagkatapos, tumunganga sa kompyuter habang nag-iisip kung ano ilalagay sa blog, mag-isip kung paano isasauli kay Tin yung panyo, mag-isip ng requirements sa UP, mamroblema ng dandruff, managinip ng kung anu-ano...yun. Binabawi ko na wala akong magawa. Balik sa pinag-uusapan. Nag-teks si Alfred kung pwede silang lima makikain. Aila, Raymund, Alfred, Zelita at Bryan. Ayun, pagdating sa bahay naging siyam. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Marami-raming tao. Ayos. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hindi ko pa na-uupload yung video ni Alfred at Abee na nag-bubukseeeng. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hindi ko alam kung paano tatapusin tong post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-2650706650440839771?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/2650706650440839771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/04/habberday-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/2650706650440839771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/2650706650440839771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/04/habberday-to-me.html' title='Habberday to Me'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/Seqb5vf-OAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ij0AoJ-H-M4/s72-c/P1010026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-2951429964580177056</id><published>2009-04-10T17:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:02:52.696+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plugging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eraserheads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bikolnon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marcus adoro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Circus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagalog-tigalowg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='credits needed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Punk Zappa Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>Circus Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday, we had our traditional &lt;em&gt;papasyon&lt;/em&gt; at our house. We were broadcasting the event via YM to our relatives abroad so that they can "participate" too. While having the &lt;em&gt;pabasa&lt;/em&gt; at the second floor, we were already chatting, webcam-ing, and PC-calling our uncles and cousins using the laptops, web cams and a non-laptop (silly I know, but I don't know the correct term, can't be PC since a laptop is a PC too, I think, okay, I'm getting OT) that were set up everywhere in the second floor (parang ang laki no?LOL). We were kind of noisy, with all the computers and such, I was afraid we were disturbing the peace and solemnity of the occasion. We were fortunate not to receive burning glares from our lola's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways. There were a lot of people at our house, mainly relatives from Sorsogon and a whole lot of extended family. I'm used to it though. Our house is always full of people everytime there's some sort of event that will become a reason for eating. Lotsa eating. Back to the topic. Even if there were lots of people, there were only a few who were close to my age. And I (Gross! Abi farted, eeew!!!) am a shy person. Di ba? Di ba?! So I just hung out with my other cousins, yung dati ko nang ka-close. My cousins were actually waiting for a chance to play and watch The Reunion Concert DVD. We can't do it downstairs since there were too many people, not in the family room since it was to be kept quiet and holy. Aren't the Eheads holy??? Anyways. Not in our room since the TV is PAL system something and cannot play the DVD in color. So we just tried to entertain ourselves with Mr. Bean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lunch came. &lt;em&gt;Dai risang Lent. &lt;/em&gt;We still had plenty of food. We didn't have lots of my kind of meat though, just seafoods and stuff. Giant shrimps, crabs, ginormous fish, and all the stuff I don't normally eat. Poor me. I just had lots of the spicy &lt;em&gt;gulay&lt;/em&gt; and tried some shrimp. Meron palang chicken, nakalimutan ko. Ano naman ngayon? Tapos yun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After lunch, we (the "kids") don't have much to do since we already had our turns at reading the&lt;em&gt; pasyon&lt;/em&gt;. So we just entertained ourselves by sleeping, or atleast trying to. Of course I was unsuccessful with all those kids and toddlers crawling and running all over the room. At 3 o'clock, we did the singing and prayers. I got to sing in Spanish again. Haha. Sadly though, we were not able to broadcast the singing part, which is the highlight of the event, to our relatives because of the nagpapalpak na servers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Later. Gotta eat dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kainis!!! I was almost done with this. As in ang haba-haba na. Tapos nag-crash ang IE. Tapos hindi nasave kasi nagfifail ang server minsan. Now, I have to do it all over again. Waaa! Halabaon na to. Dai ko tuom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Continuation...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I didn't only eat dinner, I had breakfast, lunch, and currently having &lt;em&gt;merienda&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Halo-halo&lt;/em&gt;. Yum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So anyway. Back to topic. Forget the mishap with the broadcasting thing. We had another set of &lt;em&gt;kainan&lt;/em&gt; after singing. So much for fasting. After that, some of my cousins already left, leaving me in the company of my kid cousins. I just brought them to LCC and planned to buy them some ice cream or something. But before the treat, I dropped by at Odyssey and bought &lt;strong&gt;CiRcuS&lt;/strong&gt; (an Eheads '94 album). The kids ended up with C2 and Pepsi. Hehe. I'm not mean, they ASKED for the drinks instead of ice cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oi! Sain pa ang music store/bakalan CD sa Naga, maliban sa Odyssey??? Out of stock na kaya ang Eheads Anthology 2 sa Odyssey. Hmf.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nakikita niyo naman, I just changed my layout/skin/theme. My old skins were cute, fancy. But they became to magIulo for me. I opted for a simpler skin and a fresher look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC8Eg7xAKE/ScBjbLTqcDI/AAAAAAAAAEk/syFh4LkBvEo/s320/eheads_circus.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wasn't actually planning to buy the Circus CD. No, I was. I mean, I was planning to buy the CD but not at that time. I was supposed to buy the Anthology 2 but the saleslady told me they have ran out of stock. Whaaat??? I checked on that CD just the day before, tapos wala na agad?! Saklap. Anweiz. Hindi naman ako disappointed sa CD. Deh?! Bakit naman ako madidisappoint dun, Eheads kaya yun. Anyway ulit. There was one track that was totally new to me, which was &lt;em&gt;Wating&lt;/em&gt;. Hindi Waiting, wating. There were also a few tracks that I've heard of but was not totally familiar with. These songs are: Bato, Punk Zappa Fillers, Wishing Wells, Butterscotch, and Sa Wakas. Some of these songs I've heard long, long ago. As in yung tipong 10+ years ago. Truly nostalgic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The tracks in the album are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sembreak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alapaap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey, Jay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Minsan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Punk Zappa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Insomya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With A Smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alkohol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wishing Wells&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kailan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No Royaty Album Filler No. 9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Magasin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Butterscotch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sa Wakas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Prof. Banlaol's Transcendental Medication After Every Six Months or Punk Zappa Three&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kailan Lounge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I really like the Punk Zappa Fillers. Napatambling ako sa tuwa nang marinig ko yun. Ahha. And the Wishing Wells too, na-LSS ako. The lyrics of Punk Zappa 1, 2, at 3 ay nasa ibaba. Kung gusto niyong marinig, hanapin niyo nalang sa Imeem or somewhere. Oi, hindi ako nanghihikayat ng piracy. Bili kayo ng original kung gusto niyo yung album. Hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PUNK ZAPPA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OY! I’M PUNK ZAPPA AND MY HOBBIES ARE! LISTENING THE RADIO READING DA SONG HITS AND EATING B-BLOODY PISHBOLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PUNK ZAPPA 2 o NO ROYALTY ALBUM FILLER NO. 9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oi! oi i'm punk zappa and my hobbies are listening the radio, reading the songhits and eating bu-bloody fish balls. a-ha! bibili ako ng tapes ng nirvana, pearl jam, sepultura, alice in chains, soundgarden, rage against the machine, pantera, saka yung parade nationals paper’s band, saka lahat ng klase ng grunge, saka lahat ng death metal, ok? tapos mememorize ko yung lyrics kahit chorus lang, ok? tapos magpapa-kalbo ako, magpapa-mohawk ako, magpa-longhair kaya ako? tapos magpapa-tatoo ako, dapat yung nakakatakot… ah dragon pare! tapos yung dragon naka-tusok sa stick tapos yung stick nakatusok sa ulo ni charles manson jr., cool yun di ba? tapos dapat mayron akong boots o kaya naman converse para sa slam dancing. tapos… HOY! bibili ako ng nirvanang t-shirt, hindi yung yellow ha?! yung RED! tapos magpapa-hikaw ako, tapos, de’ pwede na akong maki-tribo sa mga kamukha ko. oi! tapos pwede na kaming lumakad sa club dredd, sa labas lang ha!!! tapos, pag linggo, pupunta kaming lahat saba… sa megamall, tapos aabangan namin yang mga hiphops na yan tapos, pagu-umpugin ko yang mga tinginingining break dance at mga hilaw na yan eh, tapos bubugbugin namin sila, tapos kukunin namin mga DMs nila, ok ba yun? ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prof. Banlaol's Transcendental Medication After Every Six Months O PUNK ZAPPA 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OY! I’M PUNK ZAPPA AND MY HOBBIES ARE! LISTENING TO RADIO READING DA SONG HITS AND EATING B-BLOODY PISHBOLS! TAPOS MANONOOD KAMI NG UNDERGROUND CONCERTS KAHIT DI UNDERGROUND BASTA MAINGAY ACHAKA GRUNGE TAPOS DI AKO MAGDADRUGS DAPAT WALANG AMATS DIBA TAS TITINGGILIN KO YUNG T-SHIRT KO PARA MAKITA NILA YUNG YUNG TATO KO ACHAKA YUNG HIKAW KO TAPOS MAGHEHEADBANG AKO ACHAKA SYEMPRE MAGBABACKSTAGE STEP AKO sana wala dun si dennis AY HINDE AAKYAT NA LANG AKO NG FLAGPOL TAPOS DUN AKO TATALON SYEMPRE SASALUHIN AKO NI KART GINAWA YUN NI EYDI BEYDER DIBA TAPOS PAG NEYGATIB YUNG VAKALIST SYEMPRE PAPATAYIN KO SYA PARA MAY MAKWENTO AKO KAY LOLA SHET! NAKAY LOLA PA YUNG TEYP KO NG PANTEYRA hi lola TAPOS PAG PAGOD NA KONG MAGHEADBANG MAGSLAM DANCE PA RIN AKO SA GITNA NG SLAM PIT TAPOS MAGYOYOSI AKO TAPOS SYEMPRE DAPAT PEACE LANG TOL DIBA DAPAT HINDI AKO MAPRANENG MAPRANENG MAPRANENG TAPOS PAG TAPOS NA YUNG CONCERT SYEMPRE UWI NA KO TAS PAG NASA BAHAY NA KO MANONOOD NA KO NG HOUSE OP NOISE CHANNEL B! WAW IDOL YUN PARE HI-TECH SAMPUNG ORAS PURO NOISE! TAPOS MAGAARAL AKONG MAGGITARA! TAPOS BIBILI AKO NG TYKOBRAYDERINTERGALACTICMOTIONSETTERTECHNOGADGET!TAPOS BUBUUIN KO NA YUNG DI ARMPIT BAND TAPOS GAGAWA KAMI NG ORIGINAL KUMPOSITION GANTO: DYEN-DYEN-DEN-DYEN DYEREREN-DYEN-DYEN TAPOS DOUBLE TIME DYEN!TAPOS PLAY TAPOS IPAPADALA NAMIN SA RADYO YUNG DEMO TAPOS TAPOS SYEMPRE MAGNANUMBER THREE NA KAMI SA COUNTDOWN TAPOS BEBENTA KAMI NG ORIGINAL COMPOSITION NG PAYB TAWSAN PEYSOS PARA SA COMPILATION NAME DIGISKASBARJIBABARANDASPOPOROJI KILALA NYO SYA TAPOS SYEMPRE MAGNANUMBER ONE NA KAME TAPOS DI BALE IRERELEASE NA KAME SA MAJOR LABEL TAPOS MAGTU-TOUR NA KAME SA BUONG PILIPINAS SA BUONG PILIPINA TAPOS SYEMPRE KUKUNIN NA KAMI SA MGA commercials, ganon TAPOS KAPAG DUMATING NA YUNG MGA ROYALTIES MADAENG MADAE NA KONG PERA TAPOS BIBILI AKO NAG TIG-TU-TWO NA KOTSE TAPOS CHAKA SYEMPRE DI BIBILI NA KO NG MGA SUSUNOD PANG ALBUM NG NIRBANA SHET TRAPIK NANAMAN SA EDSA! AH Bili na lang kaya ako ng bag sa jumaliteyk mukhang mas jupengpeng yung yellowgreenred NA BROWNIES RASTA NGAROD MANONG! PAK padreadlocks na lang kaya ako? magmanage kaya ako ng banda? magtayo ng studio? haaahhhAMEN?AMEN!GUSTO NYO?AMEN!TYAK YAN!AMEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;CREDITS:&lt;br /&gt;Punk Zappa 1 and 2 lyrics galing sa &lt;a href="http://shoktongs.blog.friendster.com/2005/08/punk-zappa/"&gt;ultraelectromagneticpop!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punk Zappa 3 lyrics galing sa &lt;a href="http://sarisaritots.wordpress.com/2008/07/16/eraserheads/"&gt;saRisaRitots&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original lireks by Markus Adoro.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gusto ko pa sana magdada dito. Maybe I'll save it for later posts.^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-2951429964580177056?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/2951429964580177056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/04/circus-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/2951429964580177056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/2951429964580177056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/04/circus-fun.html' title='Circus Fun'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sSC8Eg7xAKE/ScBjbLTqcDI/AAAAAAAAAEk/syFh4LkBvEo/s72-c/eheads_circus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-6867088858569814516</id><published>2009-03-17T22:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T09:58:11.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eraserheads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagalog-tigalowg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zephyrus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='credits needed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total rantdom'/><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It seems to me a few Zephy people have contracted the Eheads fever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;This morning I almost commited social suicide. I almost attended school (The seniors were not supposed to enter this morning). Good thing I remembered when I was just dressing up for school. My dad had the fits. Good to see him laughing so hard. (Awww) Pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I was almost happy, then I remembered that the CPU was broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;CANT. PLAY. SIMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;And to my utmost delight, I can't find the Harvest Moon CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;CANT. LIVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I decided to watch TV. Searched for something nice. Hoping for a replay of Sweeney Todd. I ended up watching a movie about nuns. Then the cable was down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;NO. DEMON. BARBER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I was so bored, I attempted to do the head/hand stand. I washed the dishes. Made my unused bed. Arranged my bookshelf. Picked up dirt. Watched Naruto. Watched SlamDunk. Read &lt;em&gt;Chicken Soup&lt;/em&gt;. Cried. Finished the book. Tried to sleep. Thought about my jacket. Got too angry. Cried myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="justify"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;EMO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, nagpa-school ako pag hapon, ma-practice daa graduation song saka baccalaureate (pasakitan ang sadiri mag-spell?!) songs. Akala ko ngani late na ako pero dai paman palan, ma-1 palang daa. And, pag-abot ko sa Physex Love, I mean Physics Lab, nagdadaralan man lang sinda ning Space Jam. Dai ko pa daw yan nadadalan. Tapos dinara ko palan si Eraserheads Reunion Concert DVD para ki Alfred. Tapos iyo to', mejo nabore si mga tao sa movie kaya nagpaboto si Alfred kung ano gustong dalanon: E-Heads Concert o The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. Nanggana si Kuryos-kuryos. Hmp! Okay lang, nadalan ko naman si E-Heads. Pero mas gusto ko talaga na may kaibahan ako sa pagdalan kaito para mati-mati ko ang concert. Yeaaah. Whatever. Mejo pinagtsagaan mi naman si Kuryos-kuryos. Kaso naputol si pagdalan mi ta nag-practice naman daa. Tapos tapos naman daa si para-practice mi. Kaya nagdalan na kaming E-Heads. Dai ko ini-expect na mejo dakol man palan kaming may gusto sa E-Heads. Kala ko kaya kami lang ni Alfred ang may gusto diyan. Anyways. Grabe, maski ika-duwang beses ko na to dinalan, ginirabuhan man giraray ako kang countdown. Full effect pati ta may pakurakurahaw pa kami tapos nag-eextend pan hands na huna mo nasa Super-VIP section kami. Hmp. Iyo man talaga, front "seats" ngani kami eh. Weee. Love it. Tapos may nag-abot na someone, in-off si TV. Hmp. Feeling niya. Hula ko, gusto lang kato makidalan. Kasuya. Pangarap ko pa naman na maski make-believe lang, ma-relive ko si 08.30.08 Concert. Tss. Yeah, I know. I'm that (bako man obsessed) devoted. And proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/eraserheads" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="eraserheads Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i291.photobucket.com/albums/ll306/wha_29/1660900iwt6bn88ay.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/185751406789730572-6867088858569814516?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/6867088858569814516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/03/nostalgia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/6867088858569814516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/6867088858569814516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/03/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-5798365204869948059</id><published>2009-03-06T17:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:05:58.013+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TLE visual basic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>Debug's Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Our first hands-on this fourth grading was a fortunate event, for me at least. I had the pleasure of having a school PC that's fast and working. It set my mood for Visual Basic work ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;* * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Debug's Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Making this quarter's programs was a lot of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; enough for me not to give up, yet &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;challenging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; enough for me not to lose interest. It had the right balance between work and fun. But it also had its share of the &lt;em&gt;downy-dumps&lt;/em&gt;, the hitch, the bad side. AKA &lt;strong&gt;bugs&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;According to Wikipedia, a bug, or specifically &lt;em&gt;a software bug is an error, flaw, mistake, failure, or fault in a computer program that prevents it from behaving as intended (e.g., producing an incorrect or unexpected result). Most bugs arise from mistakes and errors made by people in either a program's source code or its design, and a few are caused by compilers producing incorrect code&lt;/em&gt;. That's kind of Pig Latin to me but I'm sure that the bugs I encounter are caused by the errors I made in writing the codes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes, when I run the program to test it, a warning appears and the faulty part of the program code is highlighted. That's how I know which part needs correcting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the Message and Input Boxes program, I encountered only one bug.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310016616983534738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SbD3-r65nJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/GL5kqHffqOg/s200/tut4_type_mismatch.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Run-time error '13': &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Type Mismatch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;According to the vbforums.com, a type mismatch happens when one is trying to use the wrong data type, eg: writing a string into a variable which is declared as Integer. I encountered this while making the codes for the seventh and last message box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the Math Operator, I came across three bugs. And these are:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310020112233935330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SbD7KIviMeI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DDxPDOVj10g/s200/compile-error.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Compile Error: Expected End Sub&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;This happens when there is incorrect syntax. If I remember correctly, this happened when I tried to replace the End Sub with an End If.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SbD9x2b20-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/wOk-8dffv2U/s1600-h/__%255Cgraphics%255Cvbcompileerror.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310022993537586146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SbD9x2b20-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/wOk-8dffv2U/s200/__%255Cgraphics%255Cvbcompileerror.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Compile Error: Method or data member not found&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;According to edndoc.esri.com, &lt;em&gt;i&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;f one attempts to use a property and either forget or misuse the Set keyword, Visual Basic will fail the compilation of the source code with a "method or data member not found" error message. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Compile Error: Block If without End If&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sample:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Private Sub Option2_Click(Index as Integer)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If Index = 0 Then &lt;strong&gt;'Yellow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;frmMath.BackColor = RGB(255, 255, 51)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If&lt;/span&gt; Index = 1 Then &lt;strong&gt;'Blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;frmMath.BackColor = RGB(0, 51, 255)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If&lt;/span&gt; Index = 2 Then &lt;strong&gt;'Violet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;frmMath.BackColor = (51, 0, 102)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;(and so on...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;According to xtremevbtalk.com, this error happens when there are not enough End If's for the If statements. This happened when I accidentally typed in If instead of ElseIf. This caused the program to have more If statements than End If's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's it. I've only encountered four bugs. I know there are many others. And I'm not hoping to have problems with them the next time. I've learned my lesson=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/185751406789730572-5798365204869948059?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/5798365204869948059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/03/debugs-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/5798365204869948059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/5798365204869948059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/03/debugs-life.html' title='Debug&apos;s Life'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SbD3-r65nJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/GL5kqHffqOg/s72-c/tut4_type_mismatch.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-3081869790221337437</id><published>2009-02-24T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:06:23.805+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zephyrus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>No Ordinary Evening</title><content type='html'>How do I begin. Uh. It was an almost perfect night that commenced with an almost tragic afternoon. Will that do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. I went to Regent wearing the same crimson button down blouse I wore last year for my pre-prom rituals. Zelita told me the make up person would arrive at 3:30, so got there at 3:45. How totally ME. I kind of got lost finding Room 324 [the front desk girl didn't tell me it was in the Region II of the hotel, or maybe I didn't hear her] and had to ask some staff/crew people. The, uh, boss-like lady said she'd make &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;pagalit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the front desk girl. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I arrived there. Still no make up people. We had to wait until 4:30. Zelita was hysterical already, screaming her eyebrows out. So while the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;badings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; made up Zelita and Trina, my mom made &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;plantsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my hair. I kept on laughing because Zelita and the bading were having an argument about Zelita's withchie-withcie eyebrows. Anyhooo, when it was my turn, I realized that the bading was good but a little violent in applying eye make up. I think s/he tore my contacts, contaminated it with make up and got some hairspray on it. That's why I can't fooking wear it now because it burns like a fiery demon. Anyway, I didn't feel that bad right after the make up session. So yeah, I dressed up and put on my heels. It felt nice being tall. Trying to look comfortable and not looking like I was balancing on stilts was another matter. Fooking stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met with our friends on the 3rd floor lounge. Abee was indescribable. Beautiful would be an understatement. Alfred was complaining about his too long coat. Angela, as usual, was as eccentric and glamorous as ever. I saw Russel, my assigned partner, and I immediately fell in love with his Penshoppe tie. Cocoy too, was wearing yet another unique ensemble, and was as fashionable, if not more, as he was at last year's prom. So there, I managed to not crawl my way upstairs, not step on my dress while walking, not trip on the stairs to the stage, and most importantly not trip, slide, rip my dress, break my heels or fall off the stage while the procession was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta eat.&lt;br /&gt;Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was finally able to be with my friends from the Table 8. We took pictures, chatted, stuff. We compared masks and found Darlene's to be the most useful. It doubles as a feather duster. And hides a face in case of emergencies (read: horrible jokes and glaring teachers). We had a very long program (thanks to the entrance and candle lighting). The Zephyrus also had a really fun prophecy. Russ sang in front of all the people. Can you believe it. Some Zephys were teary eyed while he sang. Awww. Pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Nephy pair danced the waltz. It was wonderful. They won the Dance Sport last Intrams. After the Cotillion dance, our favorite part (next to the ball, of course): dinner. It was better than last year. Though I wasn't able to finish it. I was afraid the food wouldn't fit in my stomach anymore and would have to find a way out.&lt;br /&gt;Oops. Too much information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ball came. I pretty much sat out the first two love songs. But danced like there was no tomorrow during the lively songs. I was planning to remove the fooking heels so that I could do my thang. But I was enjoying being tall. Tee-hee. My first dance was unexpected, the invitation from someone I know only as a schoolmate. I t was fun though, and sweet too. He was friendly enough to approach us when I starting to feel like a wallflower. After that though, I danced non-stop. Lucky me. I made it a point to dance with only one person for the whole song so as nopt to make it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;bitin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I also made it a point to make each dance memorable and unique. There were three that topped my list: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Bongga ang kiray mo, taray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Christian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Sorry. (That was the only conversation we had. But it made me feel like I was dancing with my old friend again.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Someone&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Mayo na kitang ibang steps? Dai ako tatao. (I almost snorted here.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jomari&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;During lively songs, my friends would form a circle and just dance like crazy. Let it all out baby. Our student teacher even removed her heels to dance in the middle of our circle. News have reached me that many others did the same. Hilarious, imagining them like that. When I heard Sir Raphie announce that we were down to our last two love songs, I started to panic. I haven't danced with the two remaining most important guys in my high school life: Russ and German. Maaan. I have to find them, and Kwenj too! I finally found Russ and Kwenj, and got to dance with them. Our dances didn't last as long as I would have wanted, only a third of the song I think. Tss. It was so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;bitin&lt;/span&gt;. If only I got to dance with German AND didn't get ube flavored ice cream, my prom would have been dreamlike, perfect even.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-3081869790221337437?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/3081869790221337437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-ordinary-evening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/3081869790221337437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/3081869790221337437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-ordinary-evening.html' title='No Ordinary Evening'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-6250987614548815877</id><published>2009-02-20T21:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:11:37.055+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags/survey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagalog-tigalowg'/><title type='text'>Falcon: naiinis ka na ba?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(156,186,255)font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;I visited our first-year site.  Y'know, Falcon?  Dun ko nakuha tong kalokohan na to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;1. name mo with "ism" sa dulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Maraism &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. eh ung name ng mother mo n my "ism" sa dulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Syempre, MAMAism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. memorable place for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Science High, of course. (Awww..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. complete this "ako ay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;may lobo, lumipad sa langit.  Deh?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. may letter H ba sa whole name mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Wala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. ano meaning nun sa name mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. sa tinagal mo dito s frendster, ano ang napala&lt;br /&gt;mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Ako po'y nasa Blogspot.  Pero may napala naman ako sa Friendster, nakuha ko yung mga pictures ng crushes ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. kung ganun, nabusog k ba s kinain mo nung last&lt;br /&gt;year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Alin dun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. anung lasa nun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Ayos naman.  Pero minsan matabang, o kaya'y lasang crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. ikaw gumawa nitong survey o copy paste lng?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;copy paste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. may PC ka ba s bahay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Meron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. ilang taon na?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Itong present na PC ay 3 years young pa lamang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. ang iyong lolo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Hindi ko alam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. plagi k bng nagsasabi ng totoo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Hindi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. anu pala ginagawa mo pag natutulog ka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Pft. E di nananaginip ng Rated X. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. cnu crush mo? (remember ung question sa #14)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Wala akong crush ngayon, ang boring nga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. san sya nakatira?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Wala nga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. kung ganun, ano ang tatak ng printer mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;HP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. gusto mo ba change topic tayo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;May magagawa ba 'ko?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. ok, 100 plus 100 minus 300 devided&lt;br /&gt;by 15.9 over 78.2 to the power of ten square&lt;br /&gt;root?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(156,186,255)font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;My hand is my hussyfskap, good man as ye may see!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. nasagutan mo ba ung tanong sa #20?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Chilling and killing my beautiful Annabel Lee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. essay, multiple choice, fill in the blank,&lt;br /&gt;matching type?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Multiple Choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. kung sagutin ka ng nililigawan mo, sinu ang&lt;br /&gt;character mo s tekken 5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;I don't play Tekken anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. kung kakain kau sa labas ng crush mo, saan mo&lt;br /&gt;gusto mag-aral ng nursing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;sa Red Platter syempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. complete this "the day u said ______? it starts&lt;br /&gt;w/ letter "G".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;alam ko to! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;abay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. mali ang sagot mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;alis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. mali p rin. ang clue pag hinatid mo ang crush&lt;br /&gt;mo sa bahay nila kapag gabi na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Geh, bye na?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. sirit na?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Gindi gama gung ganswer go?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. The day u say Grabe!!! ang cute nya!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Oh.  Didn't know that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. anyway my pinapakinggan k bng music ngaun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Wala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. anu yung song? at sinu kumanta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Brrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. sinu naaalala mo pag narinig mo ang kantang&lt;br /&gt;Lupang Hinirang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Ewan. Basta lang naiimagine ko si Marcela Agoncillo na nagtatahi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. blue o pink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Purple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. chucky doll o barbie doll?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Barbie.  Scared of Chucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. APC o AMA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Uh-huh...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. huling tanong... ginising ka na ba, para lang&lt;br /&gt;matulog uli?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;That would be nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. last plss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. mahal mo na ba talaga sya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay lang.&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/185751406789730572-6250987614548815877?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/6250987614548815877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/02/falcon-naiinis-ka-na-ba.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/6250987614548815877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/6250987614548815877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/02/falcon-naiinis-ka-na-ba.html' title='Falcon: naiinis ka na ba?'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-4339900974349077008</id><published>2009-02-10T21:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:09:18.670+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagalog-tigalowg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total rantdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unfinished buiness'/><title type='text'>Hanggang Sa Dulo ng Mundo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;It's 60-something [or is it 50-something?] days before the last blow of the west wind. [Read: Graduation] At last, I've decided on my future.  As in certain na, without doubts, 'yung tipong iiyakan ko kapag hindi nagyari. Papasok ako sa peyups at mag si-CE.  Magiging student entrpreneur ako kasama ko sina Russ at Kwenj.  Talaga naman.  EDITED:  Maybe not a student entrep, just an entrep.  SA FUTURE FUTURE.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Pinapatulog na po ako ng aking mahal na Ina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Okay na po.  Tapos, yun, yayaman na ako.  Bwahahaha.  Okay lang naman kung hindi milyonaryo, basta mayaman.  Kung magiging milyonaryo naman ako, isa akong "holy millionaire."  You know, helping others?  O diba, asensado.  Hanggang diyan palang naman ang pangarap ko, wala pang details.  I think my dream will shape itself in the future.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Grabe.  Iba talaga ang epekto ng pre-college life sa akin. At sa ibang Seniors na rin siguro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;[April 29, 2009]Ayoko nang tapusin to. Tagal na pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-4339900974349077008?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/4339900974349077008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/02/hanggang-sa-dulo-ng-mundo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/4339900974349077008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/4339900974349077008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/02/hanggang-sa-dulo-ng-mundo.html' title='Hanggang Sa Dulo ng Mundo.'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-707158028305056590</id><published>2009-02-08T10:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:12:34.197+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eraserheads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagalog-tigalowg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='declaration'/><title type='text'>Hi.</title><content type='html'>The OFFICIAL site of NCSHS is up and running. I can't get the link though. You can go there through ncshscampus.tk nalang.^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I finally got hold of the Collector's Edition myxMag Eraserheads Special. November 2008 pa yun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last week, my friends and I were talking about our elementary years. Yun, napadpad kami sa topic about food. So yeah, we decided to sell those stuff. Haha. Using our L-Club fund.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SY5QQsSTrFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/KLMyAg8BhNg/s1600-h/mikmik.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300262059157728338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SY5QQsSTrFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/KLMyAg8BhNg/s200/mikmik.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SY5QQr3TYMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/shU6rNdPIK0/s1600-h/yakee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300262059044462786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SY5QQr3TYMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/shU6rNdPIK0/s200/yakee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I can't find a pic showing Haw Haw Milk Candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-707158028305056590?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/707158028305056590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/707158028305056590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/707158028305056590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi.html' title='Hi.'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SY5QQsSTrFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/KLMyAg8BhNg/s72-c/mikmik.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-8009596715476429572</id><published>2009-01-25T17:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:12:52.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TLE visual basic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>Programming, Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.textspace.net/blinkie_text/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 15px" alt="Blinkie Text Generator at TextSpace.net" src="http://img165.imageshack.us/img165/3655/27351284dfcb6advb5.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The first half of my senior year TLE class was spent making flowcharts and stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second half started with quite a surprise especially when the hands-on part came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was coping well with the discussion of the Visual Basic environment but I was left behind when we started tackling about the codes and stuff. I had no idea how to relate the flowcharting logic with what is facing me now. I was paired with Zelita who was just as clueless as I am. During our first activity (the Lucky Seven), we totally had no idea of what we were doing. I mean, we know we had to create a program for a slot machine and we were DOING it. But we were just copying the codes from the hand-out. We didn't know what the codes meant. We didn't know what it does and how it functions. They were just numbers, letters, characters that have no meaning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I almost gave up, it looks all too complicated for me. What made it even worse was that even if we wanted to learn, the computer won't let us. LOL. It was operating very slowly and we usually end up with our work not done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worse is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I just learned that we have to finish the activities from all the four lessons for our project due Monday (two days later)! We can't do it in school since our PC wasn't working properly. But I knew I could do it. We already finished the 1st activity (Lesson 1) so we only have 3 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to borrow an installer and decided to just do it at home. I had trouble with installing it but I got it right after some time. I started reading the hand-out's PATIENTLY. Then I started to do it on the computer, continuing where Zelita and I left off. While working on the program, I realized it wasn't as complicated as I thought. I was overthinking before that's why I found it hard. My doubt shadowed my understanding that's why I did not see the simplicity beyond its complex facade. I beautified the layout and background and managed to pull it off icompletely in two hours. I proudly saved my work and was glad that our project was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR NOT. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everything is not what it seems!"&lt;br /&gt;I learned that the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to properly save the project. I thought it was just like saving in MS Word or in Publisher. When I checked back to see how our programs were faring, I just couldn't open them. I had to redo everything. Again, my patience was tested. I managed to save it properly this time. I felt bad, frustrated and was annoyed. But I also felt good. I was able to finish the project, made it better the second time. I also realized my errors and learned from them. All in all, I feel good. I feel good about doing something that I thought was impossible before. I feel good because I worked hard. I feel good because I accomplished something.&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-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;~ You see. It's not everyday I get to create a program. Even if it's just for a slot machine or some kind of color mixer. It may not be the most advanced, but still &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I did it&lt;/span&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/185751406789730572-8009596715476429572?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/8009596715476429572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/01/programming-anyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/8009596715476429572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/8009596715476429572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/01/programming-anyone.html' title='Programming, Anyone?'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-7747055783400897296</id><published>2009-01-25T14:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:26:59.713+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags/survey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagalog-tigalowg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='credits needed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='batang 90&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super senti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total rantdom'/><title type='text'>Batang 90's ka ba?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BATANG 90'S KA BA?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Masaya ka kapag naglalaro ka ng Tex at Pog. Kadalasan ang design dito ay yung mga palabas sa TV, mga drama o kaya anime, may dialogue pa. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Marami akong tex at pog noon but I never learned how to play. Inggit na inggit ako dun sa kaklase ko nung kinder/prep ang laki ng mga tex niya, Beast Wars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;May comics pa ang bazooka. Kahit di mo maintindihan yung Fortune Cookie sa huli ay collection mo pa rin yun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Uso pa yung tirador, yung gawa talaga sa sanga ng puno. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;Marami rin kami nito. Mga kinonfiscate ni Papa sa mga bata sa amin:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Ang mga babae naglalaro ng paper dolls na tigpipiso bawat isang set sa sari-sari store. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Bumibili ako nito sa harap ng Colegio. Yung mga peborit ko ay yung Sailormoon at Rosalinda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Kung lalake ka, siguradong may pellet gun ka.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Kahit babae ako meron ako nun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Humihingi ka ng dalawang piso sa magulang mo para maglaro ng video arcade sa sari-sari store. Favorite mo yung Sonic, Mario at Street Fighter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Nagwa-watusi ka kapag New Year kahit pinapagalitan ka ng nanay mo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Meron kang sapatos na umiilaw yung swelas kapag iniaapak mo. Mas sikat kung iba-iba yung kulay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Merong at least isang Chicago Bulls na shirt sa bahay nyo. Madalas number 23 pa yung nakalagay. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Pati pa jersey, shorts, socks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="replybodytext" style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Pinapatulog ka ng yaya/nanay mo tuwing tanghali o hapon para raw lumaki. Hindi na kasi pinapatulog ang mga bata ngayon tuwing tanghali di tulad nung panahon natin. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Hindi ako makatulog noon. Kaya ngayon binabawi ko nalang kapag Physics na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="replybodytext" style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinasabihan ka ng matatanda na may lalabas na pari o bigas sa sugat mo kapag hindi nilagyan ng alcohol pero in the end, betadine lang ang magpapatahimik sa inyo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Kung babae ka, nagkaroon ka ng butterfly hairclips/rings. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Kung medyo may pera ang pamilya nyo, nagpabili ka ng Polly Pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Naglalagay ka ng Kisses (yung mabango) sa pencil case mo, o kaya sa isang lalagyan na may bulak, alcohol at tinutusok ng karayom para mabilis manganak. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Nilalagay ko lang sa bulak pero hindi ko alam yung alcohol at karayom technique. Sayang, naubos na tuloy yung collection ko, iba-ibang kulay pa naman yun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;May stickers ng Disney movies sa loob ng Maggi noodles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Pinapatunog mo yung takip ng Gatorade.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Ang mga stationeries na uso: Papemelroti, Tsukuba, Sashikibuta. Pwedeng ibenta, pwedeng trade lang. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Hanggang ngayon, nasakin pa rin yung collection ko, hindi ko naman nagamit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Pampalipas oras mo dati ang paglalaro ng Brick Game, at swerte yung mga may advanced version na may tumatagos na blocks para mapuno na yung gap sa loob. Mas advanced ka kung Tamagotchi ang nilalaro mo. Pinapakain mo, pinapatulog mo, at inililibing mo kung namatay na. At kung talagang kaya nyong bumili, Game Boy ang sayo. Pero kung wala ka talaga, yung laruan na lang na may tubig sa loob tapos dapat ma-shoot mo yung mga bilog sa stick na maliit. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Haha. This is fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Bago magsimula ang klase, nakikilaro ka muna sa 10-20, jackstone, langit lupa, ice water, taguan, dr. quack quack, tumbang preso, pepsi seven up at agawan base. Di bale nang madumi na ang uniform mo pagpasok ng classroom. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Peborit ko yung Dr. "wak-wak"at ayoko naman ng 10-20 kasi di ako makalagpas sa under-da-puwet saka sa hips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Sinasabi mo sa kaklase mo na "Liars go to hell" kapag tingin mo nagsisinungaling sya. "Cross my heart, hope to die" kapag nangangako ka. "Period no erase" kapag gusto mo walang kumontra sayo. Kaya lang wala kang lusot kapag sinabi ng kaklase mo na "Akin yung factory ng pambura". &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Ballpen saka wipe out panlaban ko noon. Asensado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Sikat ka pag ang pencil case mo nabubuksan sa dalawang side tapos maraming attachments like magnifying lens, book stand, compartments na maliliit tapos push button pa. Minsan sa ibabaw ng pencil case meron pang maze, may maliit na silver na bola tapos itatagilid mo yung pencil case para gumulong yun, hanggang sa matapos yung maze. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Inggit na inggit kaya ako nun kay Rani. Nag-demo pa kasi siya ng mga features ng mahiwagang pencil case niya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Di ka baduy kung ang notebook mo nung elementary ay may mukha ng artista. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Wala ako nito. Langya. Gusto ko sana kaso baduy raw sabi ni Mama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Sa coolman mo inilalagay ang tubig na baon mo sa school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Nagpabili ka ng Baby-G sa magulang mo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Elementary ka nung nauso ang pager. Yun pa ang pinapangarap ng mga bata, hindi pa cell phone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Meron ka pa rin ng pinakamalaking cell phone na nakatago na ngayon sa mga kahon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Wala pang PS/PS2, XBox, Wii, atbp. noon. Family Computer pa lang, yung cartridge yung bala. Usong laro ang Mario Bros., Battle City at Rambo. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Mario saka Tank (Battle City) peborit ko. Naging marahas ako dahil sa larong Mortal Kombat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Meron ka ng isa sa mga ito: Family Computer, Nintendo, Sega, roller blades, brick game, Tamagochi, Swatch Watch w/ matching guard, Troll collection. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Tamagotchi with Infrared. Oh ha. . .pero hindi ko alam kung gumagana yun o design lang. Yung roller blades naman, palaging kong dala kapag makikipaglaro sa labas (pampainggit lang, di naman ako marunong).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Alam mo ang mga linyang ito sa mga kanta: "Natatawa ako, hi hi hi hi", "Anong paki mo sa long hair ko", "Dahil sa bawal na gamot", "Mga kababayan ko, bilib ako sa kulay ko". &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Guilty:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Isa dito ay theme song mo: "I Swear" by All 4 One, "What's Up" by 4 Non Blondes (And I say, Hey ey ey ey ey ey. I said hey, What's goin on!), "Zombie" by Cranberries.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Sumasayaw ka ng Macarena.&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; Saka ng Barbie Girl at Shalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Alam mo ang kanta ng Spice Girls at may favorite ka sa kanila. Kung fan ka talaga, may poster ka pa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Malamang ay naging fanatic ka ng isa sa mga sumikat na boy bands. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;May tago pa akong poster ng The Moffats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Ang tinutugtog lagi sa radyo ay mga kanta ng mga banda gaya ng Eraserheads, Parokya ni Edgar nung nagpapalda pa lang sila, Alamid, Rivermaya, True Faith, The Youth, Afterimage at kung anu-ano pang pinoy bands. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yay Eheads! Haha. Anong nagpapalda ang Parokya?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Tape pa ang uso, di CD or MP3 players. Pag gusto mo yung kanta kailangan tantyahin mo kung ilang seconds i-rewind yun para mabilis paulit-ulitin. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na-master ko to^^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Kinakanta nyo dati sa school yung "Heal the World", "Tell the World of His Love", "Jubilee Song", etc. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;With matching actions pa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Nanonood ka dati ng Power Rangers, Captain Planet o Ninja Turtles. Nagkukunyari pa kayo ng mga kaibigan mo na kayo yun at nagkakasipaan kayo. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Ako lagi si Power Ranger Pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Di ka papagalitan ng magulang kahit magbabad ka sa TV, basta ang pinapanood mo ay Hiraya Manawari, Bayani at Sine Skwela, kung saan nakilala mo sila Teacher Waki, Ugat Puno, Palikpik, at ang buong barkada nila lalo na kapag nakasakay sila sa space ship o sa jeep na lumilipad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Sinubaybayan mo ang Ghost Fighter at ang Dragon Ball. Naging favorite mo si Eugene at si Goku.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Niloloko mo yung theme song ng Voltes V kasi di mo maintindihan yung theme song: "Tato ni Ara Mina malaking cobra...", "Boltes Payb lima sila, pumunta sa kubeta...", "...Kontra Bulate!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Napanood mo din yung ibang anime tulad ng Shaider, Sailormoon, Daimos at Maskman. Saulo mo pa nga yung kanta dun: "Oh maskuman kayo ang pag-asa.. Iligtas kami sa marahas na kadiliman... Kami inyong ipaglaban! Sugod, sugod laban maskuman, ipaglaban nyo ang katarungan.. Sige, sige laban maskuman.." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Sinubaybayan mo ang Sarah ang Munting Prinsesa, Julio at Julia, at Cedi. Pinanood mo pa nga yung movie version ng Sarah ang Munting Prinsesa with Camille Prats. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Lagi akong nakaabang nun sa CinemaOne, basta yung mga Pinoy movies channel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Alam mo din yung "Ang Pulubi at ang Prinsesa" with Camille Prats and Angelica Panganiban. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;♥ it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Gusto mong sumali sa ANG TV. Pero alam mong hindi na pwede. kaya kuntento ka na lang sa panonood nito tuwing 4:30 ng hapon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Batibot ang usong palabas. Akala mo nga mag-dyowa o mag-asawa sina Kuya Bodjie at Ate Sheena.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Alam mo yung tono ng pinausong kanta ng show na "ATBP.": Isa.. dalawa-tatlo.. apat-lima.. anim-pito-walo.. syam-sampu... labingisa-labingdalawa... labingtatlo... labingapat-labinglima...&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Napanood mo ang Batang X.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Sabay kayo nanonood ng yaya mo ng Marimar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Nanonood ka ng kahit alin dito: "Okay Ka Fairy Ko", "Oki Doki Doc", "Abangan ang Susunod na Kabanata", "Palibhasa Lalake", "Ober da Bakod", at "Home Along Da Riles".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Galit ka kay Clara kasi sobra naman talaga sya mang-api kay Mara. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Nasty.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I even watched the movie. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Pinanood mo din yung "Villa Quintana", "Esperanza", "Anakarenina" atbp.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Mga love teams na nagpakilig sayo: Juday and Wowie. Jolina and Marvin. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Super fan ako nun. Remember "Hey Babe"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Alam mo yung commercial ng Tender Juicy hotdog na ganito: "Dear diary, Carlo sat beside me today. He's so cute! Sabi niya I'm pretty kaya lang I'm fat."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Kinakanta mo yung "Thank God it's Sabado, pati na rin Linggo..." at "Isa pa, isa pa, isa pang Chicken Joy".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Nasa channel 2 pa ang Eat Bulaga at ang Mel and Jay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Nakikita mo sa balita na may mga kultong nagtatago na sa kweba, kasi magugunaw na ang mundo sa year 2000, at yung mga computer daw bigla na lang mag-shu-shut down at mawawala na daw ang technology. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Never heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Chinese variety shows ang palabas tuwing umaga ng linggo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Matapang ka kung napanood mo lahat ng Shake, Rattle and Roll movies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Narinig mong i-announce sa radyo yung death ni Princess Diana. Biglang nauso yung kanta ni Elton John na "Goodbye, England's Rose."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Nasa VHS yung mga movies na pinapanood ninyo sa bahay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Kung babae ka, naging crush mo si Leonardo di Caprio dahil sa Titanic. Kaya nga lang, bawal ka pa tumingin sa kissing scenes nina Jack at Rose. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Nakikiuso lang ako nun e. Kung sino crush nung pinsan ko, crush ko na rin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Feeling ko tuloy ang tanda ko na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;grabbed from kukaybakukay.multiply.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-7747055783400897296?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/7747055783400897296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/01/batang-90s-ka-ba.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/7747055783400897296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/7747055783400897296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/01/batang-90s-ka-ba.html' title='Batang 90&apos;s ka ba?'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-6624196260128330498</id><published>2009-01-17T20:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:14:12.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagalog-tigalowg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total rantdom'/><title type='text'>LQ tayo ngayon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My Christmas hype is now over. I'm not expecting any more gifts. The gifts that I was supposed to give to &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Tsinelas&lt;/span&gt; were eaten by Mr. Nobody and I think it's too late to give them Christmas gifts. Better wait for Valentine's or &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;*sniff*&lt;/span&gt; graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a pretty nice Christmas/New Year vacation as seen on my FS and Multiply. It was not as grand (not even close) as last year's vacation but it was really really nice since I got to be with my extended family, especially my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako'y nalilito. Kailan ginagamit ang especially at specially? Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kahapon lang natapos yung exams but I feel like it's been a very long time na. Oh, Taglish. Konyotic. Taglish, chuchal. Taglish, Sir Oliva's worst nightmare (next to Filipinos going abroad). At hindi ko nanaman alam kung ano talaga yung gusto kong ikwento sainyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Napansin ko na napakaikli na lamang ng mga pinopst ko lately. Wala lang, napansin ko lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Para naman daw, may laman 'tong post na 'to. Ahm. Kasalukuyan ko pong hinihintay ang aking results sa UP. Ang tagal-tagal(lim x^3 + 3x - 2/x^2 - 1 as x approaches................) niya. Ang kabagalan ay lalong nagpapatindi ng tension. Ngunit parang mas kinakabahan pa ang aking ina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-6624196260128330498?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/6624196260128330498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/01/lq-tayo-ngayon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/6624196260128330498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/6624196260128330498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2009/01/lq-tayo-ngayon.html' title='LQ tayo ngayon'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-5061923456560765523</id><published>2008-12-31T10:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:27:16.735+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>It doesn't have to have a point.</title><content type='html'>My cousin's dream trip to CWC has finally come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm crippled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like every day-after-CWC, my arms and shoulders ache like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Yesterday, I woke up at 6:30 and took a warm shower immediately. I finished within 10 minutes, which is so not like me, it scared my dad. We (Kuya Francis, Ate Pau and I) left at 7:15. We arrived at CWC and found several people already in queue (mga &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;igot-igot&lt;/span&gt;). Only hourly rates were available so we landed on the second batch (9am to 10am). Kneeboarding was nice, but after two years of doing just that, it lost its thrill. So I decided to try wakeboarding. I fell. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-5061923456560765523?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/5061923456560765523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-doesnt-have-to-have-point.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/5061923456560765523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/5061923456560765523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-doesnt-have-to-have-point.html' title='It doesn&apos;t have to have a point.'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-66405212114061957</id><published>2008-12-29T18:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:28:54.045+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CWC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>it's 6:43 PM and I don't know abcd 1234</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;29TH DECEMBER 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This afternoon, we went to CWC for the sake of my cousin's sanity. She wanted to wake/kneeboard badly. You can't believe how unlucky she is and how many times her plans to go wakeboarding were foiled. It was a perfectly calm and warm fternoon (sa Pili). So off we went. I, too, was very excited. It has been a year since I was hauled by that big spinning contraption in Capitol. Kuya Francis and I even planned to give wakeboarding a try since I've been doing kneeboard for a few years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode a slow bus and an even slower padjak (can't blame &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Manong&lt;/span&gt; though, it's tough to drive a padjak). When we arrived at CWC, we found it full of people. And not just the usual "CWC full," it was overflowing with people a la United Nations. Half were foreigners, the others were Filipinos, filthy rich Filipinos. The kind of Filipinos&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;na may service na helicopters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I thought helicopters are just for the politicians, BIG businessmen and the media. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Yun pala&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;pwede rin sa &lt;/span&gt;"ordinary" Filipinos. Anyway, when I saw the cable park swarmed with lotsa people, the butterflies started to go a-flying inside my stomach. There is NO way those pros would see me being towed 27mph in the water with my shorts showing what they're supposed to be covering and the wakeboard overturned and floating a good 5 meters behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up on a 3-page waiting list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRIP CANCELLED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/185751406789730572-66405212114061957?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/66405212114061957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-643-pm-and-i-dont-know-abcd-1234.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/66405212114061957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/66405212114061957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-643-pm-and-i-dont-know-abcd-1234.html' title='it&apos;s 6:43 PM and I don&apos;t know abcd 1234'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-1811697287392959296</id><published>2008-12-26T11:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:29:02.260+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plugging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>henyo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mcgov.co.uk/zahada.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283931091535499330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 115px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SVRLVRCdkEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/k1OdNIoijps/s200/zahada+screenshot.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who want some brainwork [I made that up] or just want to have something to do.&lt;br /&gt;It's not your average puzzle game or whatever. I'm on level 30 and I don't think I'm halfway through the whole puzzle game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-1811697287392959296?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/1811697287392959296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/12/henyo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/1811697287392959296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/1811697287392959296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/12/henyo.html' title='henyo'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SVRLVRCdkEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/k1OdNIoijps/s72-c/zahada+screenshot.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-2512497408779513675</id><published>2008-12-25T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T21:38:29.351+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='declaration'/><title type='text'>pde mki carol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/xmas%20or%20christmas%20glitter" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j302/Mordk/Graphs/thmerry_christmas_snowflake_glitter.gif" alt="MXMB Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh.merry Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;have fun everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-2512497408779513675?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/2512497408779513675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/12/pde-mki-carol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/2512497408779513675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/2512497408779513675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/12/pde-mki-carol.html' title='pde mki carol'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j302/Mordk/Graphs/th_thmerry_christmas_snowflake_glitter.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-1143046576696529351</id><published>2008-12-21T15:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:30:33.841+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags/survey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagalog-tigalowg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='credits needed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total rantdom'/><title type='text'>The 10 Conyo-mmandments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;The 10 Conyo-mmandments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thou shall make gamit "make + pandiwa"&lt;br /&gt;"Let's make pasok na to our class!"&lt;br /&gt;"Wait lang! I'm making kain pa!"&lt;br /&gt;"Come on na, we can't make hintay anymore!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Thou shall make kalat "noh", "di ba" and "eh" in your pangungusap&lt;br /&gt;"I don't like to make lakad in the baha nga, noh? Ed di ba it's like, so ewwwst, di ba?"&lt;br /&gt;"What ba? Stop nga being maarte noh!"&lt;br /&gt;"Eh as if you want naman also, di ba?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When making describe a whatever, always say "It's SO pang-uri!"&lt;br /&gt;"It's so malaki, you know, and so mainit!"&lt;br /&gt;"I know right? So sarap nga eh!"&lt;br /&gt;"You're making me so inggit naman, I'll make bili nga my own burger."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When you are lalake, make parang punctuation "dude", "tsong" or "pare"&lt;br /&gt;"Dude, ENGANAL is so hirap, pare." (ENGANAL = Engineering Analysis in DLSU)&lt;br /&gt;"I know, tsong, I got bagsak nga in quiz one, eh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Thou shall know you know? I know right!&lt;br /&gt;"My bag is so bigat today, you know."&lt;br /&gt;"I know, right! We have to make dala pa kase the jumbo Physics book eh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Make gawa the plural of pangalans like in English or in Spanish&lt;br /&gt;"I have so many tigyawats, oh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Like, when you can make kaya, always like. Like, I know right?&lt;br /&gt;"Like, it's so init naman!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah! The air-con, it's like sira kase eh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Make yourself feel so galing by translating the last word of your sentence, you know, your pangungusap?&lt;br /&gt;"Kakainis naman in the LRT! How plenty the tao, you know, people?"&lt;br /&gt;"It's so tight nga there, eh, you know, masikip?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Make gamit of plenty abbreviations, you know, daglat?&lt;br /&gt;"Like OMG! It's like traffic sa EDSA."&lt;br /&gt;"I know, right? It's so kaka!"&lt;br /&gt;"Kaka?"&lt;br /&gt;"Kakaasar!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Make gamit the pinakamaarte voice and pronunciation you have para full effect!&lt;br /&gt;"I'm like, making aral at the Arrhneow!"&lt;br /&gt;"Me naman, I'm from Lazzahl!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;O diba, bongga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;grabbed from Renzo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/185751406789730572-1143046576696529351?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/1143046576696529351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/12/10-conyo-mmandments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/1143046576696529351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/1143046576696529351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/12/10-conyo-mmandments.html' title='The 10 Conyo-mmandments'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-5362020875693161266</id><published>2008-12-07T11:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:36:22.531+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ncshs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bikolnon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FNC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unfinished buiness'/><title type='text'>Bug's Life</title><content type='html'>FNC (I know it's been like a month late. But, whatever, I want to do this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Preparation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Haha. Adik, nilaag pa talaga. We were excused for three days, I think. We locked ourselves in the SG Room at &lt;s&gt;naglaro ng apoy&lt;/s&gt; nagbrainstorm ng activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SUzpfc794nI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xUmA7I323EM/s1600-h/aila%26moi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281853189551678066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SUzpfc794nI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xUmA7I323EM/s200/aila%26moi.JPG" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Well, that was what we were supposed to be doing anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Night 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The facis were supposed to be at school by 4 PM. So, of course, I arrived at 4:45. To my great horror, the Naguenians who were just about to leave the school were staring at me like I'm some excited dork. I half ran straight to the SG Room only to find out there were just three other facis around. I was expecting the other 16 would have arrived before me. By 5:15, there was already this girl waiting by the &lt;s&gt;gait&lt;/s&gt; gate. Nainotan niya pa ang mga facis. Makasuyaon ta I had to sacrifice my dinner to be there on time tapos si iba mapasiriram-siram pa kan buhay. Actually I'm thinking of just one faci. Meanwhile . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SVEDC8RdWCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/pitXIjTir4o/s1600-h/aww_entrance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283007186956277794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SVEDC8RdWCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/pitXIjTir4o/s200/aww_entrance.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The people are starting to flood in. Habang nagkakasiribot kami maggibo ning ID's sa SG Room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SVEHw31zCKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/HSa0P-dU7N0/s1600-h/preciouseggs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283012374087010466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SVEHw31zCKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/HSa0P-dU7N0/s200/preciouseggs.JPG" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The participants can't wait to get their hands on each other's eggs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;*evil smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SVEJBkSayDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/LfRvbEHUINI/s1600-h/brown_again.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283013760407750706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SVEJBkSayDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/LfRvbEHUINI/s320/brown_again.JPG" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;My dearest Brown Tayangaw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SVEJZwmxcqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/C0q85qyXlMA/s1600-h/bonpayr.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283014176031208098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SVEJZwmxcqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/C0q85qyXlMA/s200/bonpayr.JPG" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;We had this supposed to be BIG bonfire. But no, didn't work. Doesn't matter, we still ate the marshmallows.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;After some time, we sent them off to bed. But the ever ma-papel SOMEONE. had to make papel and went on talking for like, an hour? So we had to make karipas for our night rituals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SVELTi9h7rI/AAAAAAAAAEk/WdDI7Fk6qxQ/s1600-h/cuteclaudz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283016268312604338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SVELTi9h7rI/AAAAAAAAAEk/WdDI7Fk6qxQ/s200/cuteclaudz.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;We had to make sakdo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SVELU0TJnQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/NLr6WHMjx5s/s1600-h/1_673236393l.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283016290146557186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SVELU0TJnQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/NLr6WHMjx5s/s200/1_673236393l.JPG" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The facis still have work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;We were supposed to clean the CR's but Russ excused Jo and I for we have exams tomorrow. I went to sleep at 2 something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Day 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SVEOBrRU-VI/AAAAAAAAAE0/vhuVm8xBJGM/s1600-h/breakofdawn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283019259840362834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SVEOBrRU-VI/AAAAAAAAAE0/vhuVm8xBJGM/s200/breakofdawn.JPG" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up at 4 para makaiwas sa mahabang pila. Unsurprisingly, halabaon na ang pila sa "public CR's" . . . I got to use the faculty CR . . . much like the student's CR - without the stench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. I am so not in the mood to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&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/185751406789730572-5362020875693161266?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/5362020875693161266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/12/bugs-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/5362020875693161266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/5362020875693161266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/12/bugs-life.html' title='Bug&apos;s Life'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SUzpfc794nI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xUmA7I323EM/s72-c/aila%26moi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-1340576731035230258</id><published>2008-11-30T20:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:36:47.477+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bikolnon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total rantdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unfinished buiness'/><title type='text'>Dai ko aram ang title</title><content type='html'>Gusto ko na magparadada about FNC. My gas...&lt;br /&gt;Pero bako ngunyan. Dai ako nakakaisip maray.&lt;br /&gt;Naghahanap ako pics kan First Naguenian Camp. Kun isay igwa...ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko na talaga mag para post nin kung anu-ano. Para matakpan naman iyang post na puro kaanggutan. Ahehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-1340576731035230258?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/1340576731035230258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/11/dai-ko-aram-ang-title.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/1340576731035230258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/1340576731035230258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/11/dai-ko-aram-ang-title.html' title='Dai ko aram ang title'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-2974857067680097150</id><published>2008-11-16T19:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:41:21.662+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total rantdom'/><title type='text'>I lost my friends.  You Too?  How Sad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm planning to make a revision of my &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;happy lists&lt;/span&gt;. Hind nalang siya magiging list of happy stuff, great stuff, or kung ano paman. Nasimulan ko na siya pero sa notebook palang. In the near future I'd be posting it in my blog. Weee, exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This morning I was planning to check my Friendster account for I haven't done so in two days. But when I did, I was totally like &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;HUH???&lt;/span&gt; I can't see my cuzin's profile and all. I've read in the homepage a shoutout that goes like &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Asan friends qh??!&lt;/span&gt; I checked my profile and poof! My hundreds of friends were gone. Not all of them really, I still have nineteen. Nineteen effin friends. I searched the net about this but I can't find any explanation from the FS admin or any other credible people. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I got a forwarded text talking about an FS virus and stuff.&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was also given a link that was said to explain this FS error, but it was another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"fs is shuttin down, gonna charge you $7.99 for every friend you got. Send this to all people; at a certain time go out of your house and clap this messaage in morse code; pray; send a letter to santa yada yada yada."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&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;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Tata. &lt;/span&gt;I'm reading nanaman sa CC. Trying to be an active teentalker. My posts were greatly reduced. Wula na ata yung mga threads na pinostan ko dati. Back to sugar drops. Huhu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-2974857067680097150?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/2974857067680097150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-lost-my-friends-you-too-how-sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/2974857067680097150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/2974857067680097150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-lost-my-friends-you-too-how-sad.html' title='I lost my friends.  You Too?  How Sad.'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-1118618643256339691</id><published>2008-11-02T20:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:39:14.572+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total rantdom'/><title type='text'>Buzz roll.French Roll.Paradiddle.Pizza roll.Tootsie roll.</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've been quite attracted to percussion. Especially the drums.&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt; *&lt;/span&gt;It all started when I researched about a problem that's been bugging me since I was in 2nd year: the difference between percussionists and drummers. I won't bore with what I've found. So what started as googling &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;difference between percussio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;ns and drums&lt;/span&gt; lead to &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;different drum rolls&lt;/span&gt; then youtubing &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;drum rolls&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;snare cadence&lt;/span&gt; (which btw made our dlmo cadence sound like preschool) which also lead to more youtubing of &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;easy drums&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;easy Rock Band drums&lt;/span&gt; (Rock Band is a PS3/Wii/XBox game with drums,bass&amp;amp;lead guitars,&amp;amp; vocals peripherals...much like Guitar Hero+Percussion Freaks+videoke), and more searching this and that and I finally landed on &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;That's What You Get drums / drum cover&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SQ2ly6nPY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/BS3rdlwKPYM/s1600-h/Frankie-Frog-Drums.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264045833611863026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SQ2ly6nPY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/BS3rdlwKPYM/s200/Frankie-Frog-Drums.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;*&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Not really the whole beginning. I was just curious. What really made me even more interested in percussion is the whole dlmo thing. I started playing (more like banging) the triple with Sevanne's help. Haha. Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SQ2mBZg8NEI/AAAAAAAAADs/d_fnssUcy_4/s1600-h/Drums.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264046082425107522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SQ2mBZg8NEI/AAAAAAAAADs/d_fnssUcy_4/s200/Drums.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-1118618643256339691?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/1118618643256339691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/11/buzz-rollfrench-rollparadiddlepizza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/1118618643256339691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/1118618643256339691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/11/buzz-rollfrench-rollparadiddlepizza.html' title='Buzz roll.French Roll.Paradiddle.Pizza roll.Tootsie roll.'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SQ2ly6nPY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/BS3rdlwKPYM/s72-c/Frankie-Frog-Drums.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-3997057995377033672</id><published>2008-10-29T13:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:42:04.843+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bikolnon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total rantdom'/><title type='text'>Happy Day</title><content type='html'>So let's see. I was doing what a normal person would do during days-off (You know, school's out). Then all of a sudden a certain hateable killable person entered my mind. And poof! It became Koko Krunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HATE. HATE. HATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hatred is self-punishment...Ano man, anggot man palan.&lt;br /&gt;The moment I read that in Angela's fs, this dormant anger in me just raged. A million hateable things came into my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let's call her &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;trap&lt;/span&gt;. This taga-bulod girl always makes people (especially Rani and I) boil in anger everytime her mouth opens and talks about ugly people, hateable people, imperfect people, and just about all the faults and flaws of everything and everyone. In short, she thinks she's the most and only perfect being in the multiverse. She talks about others as if they are the most unfashionable, poorest, displeasing scums. AND she's gone overboard in hiding her bukid roots (by being so pa-coño), that she looks exactly like what she's trying to hide. No, not a bukid root, though that suits her well, and definitely not a Maria Clara type but the muchachang taga-bulod. Not finished yet, she's also a well-practiced backstabber. She's got this trophy best friend. Displaying him everywhere, telling all people they're best friends. But when he's not around, she's telling everybody how imperfect and everything her "bf" is. One last. When people compliment other people, she's always equipped with a negative remark.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let's call her &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;rich kid. &lt;/span&gt;A self-proclaimed rich kid. She always has to have the most expensive things. I still don't know whether she was full of doubt or full of insecurity when she asked me this &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Fake yan tsinelas mo?" &lt;/span&gt;referring to my lippers which were a different brand from hers . . . That was weeks ago. She was busy telling people how her flip-flops are worth more than their lives. I was enraged but I kind of wanted to laugh; Rani was on the verge of shouting &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Whatever! Maski anong sabihon mo, mas mahal man giraray tong tsinelas ni ____! Ipakakan ko man lugod yan saimo!"&lt;/span&gt; Right now, I want to scream just the same thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let's call him &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;manyak.&lt;/span&gt; The name tells everything I hate about him. Or I can call him &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;know-it-all&lt;/span&gt;. He thinks he knows it all and makes sawsaw with study sessions. He asks about a certain topic and then he contradicts my answers as if I've just spoken the wrongest baddest things, and with a matching contorted face at that. Though you'd find it hard to tell the difference between his normal &amp;amp; contorted face. Tee-hee!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Call her &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;freetime&lt;/span&gt;. She's the leader of thegroup and she distributed the tasks. [[Here it is: All tasks --&gt;&gt; anyone except her.]] She assigned this certain task which is to be done at &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Place P&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Girl A &lt;/span&gt;who's from &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Place N&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Girl A &lt;/span&gt;objects because she's done so much already and it's impractical for her to travel pa. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Freetime &lt;/span&gt;asked &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Girl A "Tano kaya habo mong gibohon?!"&lt;/span&gt; as if it is so much &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Girl A's &lt;/span&gt;fault. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; told &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;freetime&lt;/span&gt; that she herself should do it because she's from &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Place P&lt;/span&gt; naman. Aaannd, surpurayyyss! She got infuriated with &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Girl A&lt;/span&gt; (and me I think). It's not like she has plenty to do when she already passed on to other people HER tasks. Haynaku. Mga boixeet talaga. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-3997057995377033672?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/3997057995377033672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/3997057995377033672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/3997057995377033672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-day.html' title='Happy Day'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-7496905154706430429</id><published>2008-10-05T19:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:42:38.007+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total rantdom'/><title type='text'>NEW POST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sometimes I get the feeling that you just want others to know what going on inside me, no matter how insignificant. Sometimes I just want to write down (fine, type) just about everything that happened to me during the day, but I can't put it to words. Sometimes I just want to blog for the sake of putting something in it, then I don't know what to say. And sometimes I just get so unlucky that as much as I want to blog, there's nothing I can think of putting in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;And daaaaamn. Today's one of those days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Bicol: mayo ako sa mood.&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/185751406789730572-7496905154706430429?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/7496905154706430429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/7496905154706430429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/7496905154706430429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-post.html' title='NEW POST'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-2171783280359282278</id><published>2008-09-26T21:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:43:11.193+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='credits needed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>Of Big Balls and Flying Eggs</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had a very nice lesson in Filipino. Ma'am Reapor for ValEd titser!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hindi marami yung lessons.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm halfway through the Anne Frank (The Diary of A young Girl) book. 'Tis so good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We got a good grade sa poem recitation yesterday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tit'n'tat is not here.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alfred has officially become a Harry Potter addict!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;May kadamay na kami ni Zelita sa pag make-pretend wizard/witch stuff. Yeah, we do that;) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was reminded (for the umpteenth time) of the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;difference&lt;/span&gt; of wolfsbane and monk's hood during our Potions period.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I catched a volleyball AND a basketball. The groups in Physics were catching flying eggs. Well, not all of us actually &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;caught &lt;/span&gt;the eggs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had a damn good time wit&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;LAMPOST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;by Viraj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Slowly skies sorrowed,&lt;br /&gt;The lamp-post standing still,&lt;br /&gt;With a strenuous click,&lt;br /&gt;A heart starts to fill, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Darkness surrounds it,&lt;br /&gt;Ever since its birth,&lt;br /&gt;Its long thin body,&lt;br /&gt;Is really all its worth, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Tonight it lights to gold,&lt;br /&gt;Starting with a flame,&lt;br /&gt;In the glowing embers,&lt;br /&gt;Fire plays a game, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Slowly red to orange,&lt;br /&gt;The anguished anger released,&lt;br /&gt;A lighter tone emerges,&lt;br /&gt;Darkness stiffly ceased,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As heavy as the sun,&lt;br /&gt;The colour turns so bright,&lt;br /&gt;A lamp-post vastly desperate,&lt;br /&gt;To shade all its light, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;A brightness known in miles,&lt;br /&gt;The devil brings no fear,&lt;br /&gt;Its horns protrude its heart,&lt;br /&gt;A pain just to severe, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;So this little lamp-post,&lt;br /&gt;Shares all of its desires,&lt;br /&gt;Inside its gorgeous glass,&lt;br /&gt;A heart as strong as fire, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;It lived with its embers,&lt;br /&gt;All through the night,&lt;br /&gt;People in the fiery heart,&lt;br /&gt;Carry on the light. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Credits: Viraj of PaintedPerfectly.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-2171783280359282278?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/2171783280359282278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/09/of-big-balls-and-flying-eggs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/2171783280359282278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/2171783280359282278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/09/of-big-balls-and-flying-eggs.html' title='Of Big Balls and Flying Eggs'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-511104055737523504</id><published>2008-09-24T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T21:42:32.428+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dlmo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super senti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total rantdom'/><title type='text'>A Shortlived Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xxBiYrFmV9Y"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bitin yung video.too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Just another climax in just another story of just another chapter of just another high school girl's life.  And just like all climaxes (?), it was short-lived.  It's one of those moments that you just get a sudden rush of energy, a sudden surge of power, a sudden burst of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you thought all was lost and then you see familiar faces: old and new friends, acquaintances and such.  People who only know you as "the girl from the band," people you hardly know . . . all are cheering for you --- for your team.&lt;br /&gt;When people set aside their differences, forget about rivalry, and just be there for one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just get this feeling of satisfaction.  You get the feeling that you can do anything.  ANYTHING for these people who put their trust in you, these people who were there to support you in your last crusade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To others, it was just a fancy showcase.  To you, it was a pinnacle of your senior life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gnerjf1qDTs"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ai ito rin.bitin.waaaai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Link nalang ginawa q kc d kaxa sa layout na gamit q yung vidseos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-511104055737523504?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/511104055737523504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/09/shortlived-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/511104055737523504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/511104055737523504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/09/shortlived-moment.html' title='A Shortlived Moment'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-7427214003704092365</id><published>2008-09-20T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:51:14.361+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagalog-tigalowg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spongecola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total rantdom'/><title type='text'>Ang puso.Ialay.Sa laban.Kapalit ay tagumpay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I watched the Smart sponsored concert in LCC last night. I swore to stay up late to watch Sponge Cola do their thing. A local band (I forgot the name) staged the opening act or whatever you call it. We found a very good place to watch the concert, close enough to the stage but not crowded. We stayed there just before the local band finished, when a big baby (read: DEEWA) complained of the heat. We went to the less crowded crowd (?) and watched the &lt;s&gt;heads of the audience&lt;/s&gt; concert. We planned to go inside the mall to splurge in their midnight sale but did otherwise because I just HAVE to see Sponge Cola.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then found ourselves in a very uncomfortable position beside a group of uncivilized, annoying, insensitive, inconsiderate (never mind the order) group of girls from kung saan na Bundok Tralala. We watched 6CycleMind on tiptoes, clinging to each other's shoulders, trying our hardest to balance ourselves on the edge of the sidewalk/pavement/whatchamacallit and save ourselves from total humiliation. Though not really a fan of 6Cycle, I want to sing along just as a normal concert goer would do. Unfortunately, there were only a handful of those normal people. The majority were like first-timers, mga taga-bulod. They don't even clap, much less shout, scream, sing whatever. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Sponge Cola's turn came, I was expecting that everybody would participate naman. But then, iilan lang ang mga kasabayan ko sa pagwala sa concert. I was totally infuriated. I just didn't mind them and went on with my &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;pagwawala&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever [na may shadow] . . . basta &lt;s&gt;yummy&lt;/s&gt; gwapo si Yael.&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-size:100%;"&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SNTyfD46bDI/AAAAAAAAACo/AwFLVkHsrOY/s1600-h/DSC02414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248086081227353138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SNTyfD46bDI/AAAAAAAAACo/AwFLVkHsrOY/s200/DSC02414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sabi nga ni Hanna, "the hottest band leader ever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-7427214003704092365?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/7427214003704092365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/09/ang-pusoiaalaysa-labankapalit-ay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/7427214003704092365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/7427214003704092365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/09/ang-pusoiaalaysa-labankapalit-ay.html' title='Ang puso.Ialay.Sa laban.Kapalit ay tagumpay'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SNTyfD46bDI/AAAAAAAAACo/AwFLVkHsrOY/s72-c/DSC02414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-5343115793619868871</id><published>2008-09-05T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:51:58.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bikolnon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total rantdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='declaration'/><title type='text'>Parada sa Bulod</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;**continued**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kun dai ako napapasala, kan Setyembre 6 kami nagpasiring sa Calabanga ta ngarig magsali sa parada kan mga banda asin CAT. Asin sa aldaw man na ito kami nangggana nin "Best Cadence"...Tunghayan niyato. (ti'anü)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kami nag-abot sa Calabanga preparado na para sa parada - nakaburulos na (ang iba mayong panahob sa payo asin naka-balat sana), kumpleto na ang mga pupukolon asin ang mga pampukol, presente man ang mga MP na naghahale pa sa manlaen-laen na eskwelahan sa ciudad nin Naga. Kan kami nagdadangadang na sa centro kan Calabanga, bigla man buminagsak ang uran. Ang parada nagpopoon na pero dai kami tinugutan na magluwas nin dsip sa rason na . . . dai ko aram. Kami nagpahuraw nguna kan uran, pero kan dai ini nagpundo nagdaralagan na kami sa pila nin huli ta kami mahuhuri naman sa parada. Kan kami nagdadalagan naman pasiring sa pila, kadakol-dakol mga tawong nagngingirit samo, dakulang kasusupgan! Pag-abot mi sa pila, kadidikit palang kan yaon duman ta nagbaralik si iba! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sakuyang napagnilay-nilay na nag-aarasa na naman iniyong mga tawong ini sa samong mga paratukdo na magdara kan saindang mga kagamitan. Nakapainit pa kan payo ko kan kinurahawan ni Nica si Felix na magdalagan na ta garo na daa naglalakaw sa bulanon. Aram ko patal siya, pero dai ko man inisip na arog siya kaidto kapatal na padalaganon niya ang tawong may dara-darang &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;triple drum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Garo ko na isarabit saiya ang &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;triple drum&lt;/span&gt; asin padalaganon siya sagkod magkadarapla pa siya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Si parada mi dai man gayong halawig ta huri naman kami nagpoon asin dai ming gayo namati ang pagal ta nag-uuran kaidto. Sa dai ko pagkamati nin pagal, ni dai ko lamang hinanap ang (mayong saysay na) MP ko. (Basahon: ABI)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Sa buong lawig kan parada, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;cadence&lt;/span&gt; lang ang pinatugtog samuya nin huli ta baad maraot ang tanog kan mga &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;lyre&lt;/span&gt; dara kan agkabasa kaini sa uran. Kan kami harani na sa plaza kan Calabanga, pinapundo na kaming tugtog. Kan paglaog mi sa plaza, tinodohan mi na ang martsa nin huli ta kami tatawan na nin marka. Gabos kami hinahalat na sana ang siwit kan lider para sa pagtugtog kan &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;AFP March&lt;/span&gt; pero nakaluwas na lamang kami sa plaza, cadence man guiraray ang tugtog mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Isipon na sana nindo kung ano ang hitsura asin reaksyon ni Sir Levi asin kan samong mga trainor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&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:100%;"&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;CONGRATZ SA CAT FANCY DRILL, 1ST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday palan ky Angela.ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&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/185751406789730572-5343115793619868871?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/5343115793619868871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/09/parada-sa-bulod.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/5343115793619868871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/5343115793619868871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/09/parada-sa-bulod.html' title='Parada sa Bulod'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-2605721168039725857</id><published>2008-09-02T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T21:54:47.488+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy list'/><title type='text'>here we go again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Skip the introduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We viewed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Mission to Mars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; during Physics period instead of the usual lecture.  What's it to do with P6?  Dunno, dun'care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Watching the movie with 39 other people staring at the same small screen didn't really do me any good.  But I was sitting with Raymund, Alfred and Zelita and what else could be better?  We had a better version of the movie.&gt;:-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Naaraaman ko crush ni Tabinas!!  Haha.  Sinabi niya sako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Crush man garo siya kadto. Wahahaha.  Cuteooon man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ma-Calabanga kami maski dai ma-exhibition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nag-inom ako Chuckie.  Waaaaw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;May nagbayad na sa mga lyrists;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nahiling ko na si Naxcz sa Ateneo uniform niya.  Wahahaha!  Too bad dai kami nagkaulay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Weeee. [[Sakuya nalang ni.]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mayong klase saaga.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-2605721168039725857?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/2605721168039725857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/09/here-we-go-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/2605721168039725857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/2605721168039725857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/09/here-we-go-again.html' title='here we go again'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-5097677328589084212</id><published>2008-08-23T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T21:05:01.173+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super senti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total rantdom'/><title type='text'>Faster.  Higher.  Stronger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[[Milo?!]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You're so damn special.  I don't care what they think of you (though I agree with them too).  I always put in mind you were never what I wanted.  There was nobody else who least fitted my ideal (not entirely true.ü).  Yet that idea seems to dissolve everytime you hold me, smile at me, talk to me, laugh with me, laugh at me, send me your emo messages (despite your knowing of my anti-emoness), and even when you just catch my eye . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you talk to me about your past/present/only love, jealousy barely registers on my mind.  What I feel instead is joy, knowing that you are comfortable with me, knowing that you trust me.  When you keep on denying that you have a crush on someone, yet you keep on asking (bugging, actually) me about her.  When you get moody and offend me, then you pacify me . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I know that you're hurting.  And I know that she doesn't care anymore.  Still I know it's her you want, coz it'll show if it's me.  And I know that I can't and I WON'T take you away from where you want to be.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-5097677328589084212?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/5097677328589084212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/08/faster-higher-stronger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/5097677328589084212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/5097677328589084212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/08/faster-higher-stronger.html' title='Faster.  Higher.  Stronger.'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-8225371734387798300</id><published>2008-08-23T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T22:15:01.399+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super senti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total rantdom'/><title type='text'>In the Stone</title><content type='html'>Just this morning, I felt that we, the DLMO, have begun our REAL training.  And yes, you read it right - just TODAY.  If I am not mistaken, this same month of last year, we were already polishing our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Calabanga&lt;/span&gt; routine.  But this year, we haven't even polished our music for the Civic.  You can just imagine how sad/disappointed/frustrated/distressed/heartbroken/upset/discouraged/disheartened/dispirited I am right now;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, when we were practicing our music in the lobby, our trainor asked us to line up.  When he finished counting down, I was surprised to see him go all senti. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was like "Naninibago ako.  Dati pag pinapa-linya ko niyo, abot duman sa puro.  Ngunyan, hilinga na.  Sayang, sayang talaga."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was refering to our VERY SHORT line.  We were cut down from 60-something to just 45 members.  And of course, he, too was upset abput it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tanda ko kadto, si Mara yaon digdi (pointing to the first line).  Tapos sa Lauren [...].  Tsk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't heard what else he said.  I was hearing someone sobbing (hah!).  I was just reminiscing, and I know the "gurangans" were too.  Had this band retained its number of members, its old gleeful spirit would have not been lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the rest of the practice time, thinking/visualizing what we would have been [already] doing had we have MOOOORE members.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-8225371734387798300?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/8225371734387798300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-stone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/8225371734387798300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/8225371734387798300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-stone.html' title='In the Stone'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-6933000465095893984</id><published>2008-08-14T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T20:47:07.923+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>hapii hapii</title><content type='html'>I'd be starting a new kind of entry for my blog.  It's called "things that made me happy" and I got this idea from CANDY magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that made me happy today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got through my exams in Programming, Electronics and Values Education without having my nose bleed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;May sumapi kay Sir Oliva na anghel at ginawa lang niyang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;True or False&lt;/span&gt; ang exam sa electronics.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mom served pasta for breakfast.  Yum!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I ate the pasta for lunch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I ate it again for my afternoon snacks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And for dinner, you guessed it, pasta.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I learned the "print the no. with the least value" thingamajigg from Brylle and Zelita an hour before our exams.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feeling ko genius ako when I taught Raymund and Jackie the same thing I learned from Brylle&amp;amp;Zelita.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hindi ako gaanong disappointed sa AP exam kahit hindi ko ito natapos pag-aralan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Pinagtsismisan&lt;/s&gt;  Pinagkwentuhan namin ni Mama, Papa, Abi &amp;amp; Deewa yung parents ng classmates ni Abi nung sa NPS siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-6933000465095893984?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/6933000465095893984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/08/hapii-hapii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/6933000465095893984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/6933000465095893984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/08/hapii-hapii.html' title='hapii hapii'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-8917310678121116260</id><published>2008-08-13T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T19:16:09.978+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags/survey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='credits needed'/><title type='text'>uhn-nomatop-peya. paraduks, paraduks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung mayaman ka, meron kang "allergy"&lt;br /&gt;Kung mahirap ka,ang tawag dyan ay "galis" o "bakokang"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa mayaman, "nervous breakdown" dahil sa "tension and stress"&lt;br /&gt;Sa mahirap, "sira ang ulo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa mayamang "malikot ang kamay" ang tawag ay "kleptomaniac"&lt;br /&gt;Sa mahirap, ang tawag ay "magnanakaw" o "kawatan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pag mayaman ka, you're "eccentric"&lt;br /&gt;Kung mahirap ka, "may toyo ka sa ulo" o "may topak" o "may sayad"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung mayaman ka at sumakit ang ulo mo, ikaw ay may "migraine"&lt;br /&gt;Kung mahirap ka naman at sumakit ang ulo mo, ikaw ay "nalipasan ng gutom"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung mayaman ka, you are referred to as someone who is "scoliotic"&lt;br /&gt;Pero kung mahirap ka, ikaw ay "kuba"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung ang senorita mo ay maitim, ang tawag ay "morena" o "kayumanggi"&lt;br /&gt;Pero kung isa kang domestic na maitim, ikaw ay "ita" o "negrita" o "baluga"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung nasa high society ka, you are called "slender" o balingkinitan"&lt;br /&gt;Kung mahirap ka lang, you are plainly called "payatot" o "patpatin" o "ting-ting"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung nasa high society ka pa rin at ikaw ay maliit, ang tawag sa iyo ay"petite"&lt;br /&gt;Kung mahirap ka lang, ikaw ay "pandak" o "bansot" o "unano" o "jabbar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung socialite ka, ikaw ay "pleasingly plump"&lt;br /&gt;Kapag mahirap ka at ika'y "mataba", "tabatsoy" o "lumba-lumba", pag minamalas ka, "baboy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sKung well-off ka, at date ka rito, date ka roon, ang tawag sa iyo ay "game"&lt;br /&gt;Kung mahirap ka ikaw ay "pakawala"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung mayamang alembong ka ang tawag sa iyo ay "liberated"&lt;br /&gt;Pero kung isa kang dukha ang tawag sa iyo "malandi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung may pera ka ang tawag sa iyo "single parent"&lt;br /&gt;Pero kung wala kang trabaho ang tawag sa iyo "disgrasyada"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health conscious ang tawag sa mayayamang puro gulay ang kinakain&lt;br /&gt;Habang kakaawa ang mahirap na kumakain ng ganito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa exclusive school, "assertive" ang mga batang sumasagot sa mga guro&lt;br /&gt;Pero pag ang mga mahihirap na bata ang sumasagot sa mga guro, ang tawag sakanila ay "walang hiya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang mayamang tumatanda, "are graduating gracefully into senior citizenhood"&lt;br /&gt;Ang mga mahihirap ay "gumugurang"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang anak ng mayaman ay "slow learner"&lt;br /&gt;Ang anak ng mahirap ay "bobo" o "gunggong"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung mayaman ka at marami kang kumain, you flatter your host who says, "masarap kang kumain and I like you, you do justice to my cooking"&lt;br /&gt;Kung ghastly peasant ka eating the same amount in the same house, your host will say to himself na ikaw ay "patay-gutom" o "hampaslupa" o "masiba"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung boss ka at binabasa mo ito sa PC mo, "okay lang"&lt;br /&gt;Pero kung ikaw ay hamak na empleyado lamang, ikaw ay "nagbubulakbol" kaya forward mo na agad ito dahil nasa likod mo ang boss mo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit: &lt;a href="http://shayneemae.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shayne&lt;/a&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/185751406789730572-8917310678121116260?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/8917310678121116260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/08/ung-mayaman-ka-meron-kang-allergy-kung.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/8917310678121116260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/8917310678121116260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/08/ung-mayaman-ka-meron-kang-allergy-kung.html' title='uhn-nomatop-peya. paraduks, paraduks.'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-5630087295096564514</id><published>2008-08-11T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T17:56:08.152+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total rantdom'/><title type='text'>Castle in the Sky</title><content type='html'>Tuwang-tuwa ako!! Manigas na kayo sa inggit!! May sasabihin ako. Wahahaha. [MAARA KA NA!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala naman. "Nakatabi" ko kasi kwash ko matulog. You know, naptime sa hapon, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;siesta&lt;/span&gt;. Mga alas dos ng hapon. Nakaupo nga lang kami. Pero parehas pa rin yun! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun lang naman. Aiiiee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-5630087295096564514?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/5630087295096564514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/08/tuwang-tuwa-ako-manigas-na-kayo-sa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/5630087295096564514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/5630087295096564514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/08/tuwang-tuwa-ako-manigas-na-kayo-sa.html' title='Castle in the Sky'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-7685393839152149511</id><published>2008-08-10T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T19:20:50.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='credits needed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total rantdom'/><title type='text'>More Practice</title><content type='html'>KABANATA XXIII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAWAIN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gamitin ang imahinasyon.  Alas dose ng gabi, Linggo.  May ginagawa kang pasulat na gawain para sa nag-mamajormajoran na subject na ValEd.  May gagawin ka pang proyekto para sa Math.  Magpiprint ta para sa kaklase mong humihingi ng tulong.  Mag-uupload ka ng picture niyo ng crush mo.  Then all of a sudden . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may ipis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAGSUSURING PANGNILALAMAN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una ay gunagapang lang.  Sunod ay pumasok sa printer niyo.  Ano ang gagawin mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakalabas na kunwari ang ipis.  Pumunta naman sa ilalim ng computer desk mo.  Ano ang gagawin mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa susunod na kabanata...&lt;br /&gt;Ano kaya ang gagawin ng ating bida?&lt;br /&gt;Matatapos niya kaya ang kanyang proyekto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABANGAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magsulat ng sanaysay tungkol sa kung ano ang iyong sasabihin kapag busy ka at may nakikipagkulitang ipis o kung ano mang insekto o hayop.  Walang censor.  Malayang paglalahad.  Underlinan ang mga salitang trip mong salungguhitan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;credit: Bob Ong&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/185751406789730572-7685393839152149511?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/7685393839152149511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/08/kabanata-xxiii-gawain-gamitin-ang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/7685393839152149511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/7685393839152149511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/08/kabanata-xxiii-gawain-gamitin-ang.html' title='More Practice'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-4745913714002603477</id><published>2008-08-03T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T18:55:30.044+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>hoopcat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday kahapon, I made kapal my face and took the UPCAT.  Sa UNC Seminar Hall the venue.  Almost late pa nga me kasi dapat 12:30 present na dun, e kaso I made bili pa ng pencils namin ni Mund sa LCC kasi I didn't find any Mongol na pencil sa bahay.  Nang makarating ako sa UNC, nandun si Mama galit nanaman kasi late na raw ako.  Hindi pa kaya.  Nag-liline lang yung iba nuh.  Tapos yun parang pinapaalis ko siya nung nakita ko na friends ko.  Tapos bago siya umalis binigyan niya pa ko ng chocolates para daw sa snacks.  Pampakonsensiya ba yun?  Efekti ha.  [Huhu. Surry matheeer.]  So yun, when I arrived na sa building, I saw a very mahabang pila.  Buti nalang my friends were there so I made singit pa.  Pero pumunta pa rin kami sa back ng line kasi...we just want to.  Anyway, nakita ko dun si Eljay, yung ex-cwush kow.  Pero 'twas so tagal so we made tambay muna sa mga benches dun.  So yeah, then we made pila na para makapasok na sa testing room.  But twas still so tagal so we lipat-ipat na sa kabilang line.  Naunahan pa namin yung mga early people.  Awww, too bad for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung nasa testing room na kami, they gave us instructions.  How very paradoxical [is there such a word?!] eh, they were giving us instructions like we were meek kindergarteners but they gave us tests like we were professionals or geniuses or something - which I totally am not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote for the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If everybody loves Raymond, then Raymond loves himself!&lt;/blockquote&gt;Haha. Wula lang.  Test item yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So yeah.  I'm gonna make rest na kasi my back and neck are aching.  That's what you get when you sit hunchbacked for five hours straight.&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/185751406789730572-4745913714002603477?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/4745913714002603477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/08/hoopcat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/4745913714002603477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/4745913714002603477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/08/hoopcat.html' title='hoopcat'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-7058723802843270858</id><published>2008-08-03T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T19:21:14.867+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kapatalan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total rantdom'/><title type='text'>Lalalallaalla</title><content type='html'>I just came across this &lt;s&gt;site-generating insult&lt;/s&gt; insult-generating site.  Here are some of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boner Drinking Hamster Bender  [boner: when a man gets yeah. go figure]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pimple Burping Seal Face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crap Squeezing Crap Flab [you can never have too much crap]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Butter Loving Boner Banger [ouch?!]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Earwax Licking Groin Tamer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hamster Humping Nose Face&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Uh, now it gets boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-7058723802843270858?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/7058723802843270858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-just-came-across-this-site-generating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/7058723802843270858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/7058723802843270858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-just-came-across-this-site-generating.html' title='Lalalallaalla'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-2062941116644324379</id><published>2008-07-27T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T19:21:58.699+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total rantdom'/><title type='text'>Hah!</title><content type='html'>A worldwide survey was conducted by the UN. The only question asked was: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Would you please give your honest opinion about solutions to the food shortage in the rest of the world?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The survey was a huge failure…&lt;br /&gt;In Africa they didn’t know what “&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;food&lt;/span&gt;” meant.&lt;br /&gt;In Eastern Europe they didn’t know what “&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;honest&lt;/span&gt;” meant.&lt;br /&gt;In Western Europe they didn’t know what “&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;shortage&lt;/span&gt;” meant.&lt;br /&gt;In China they didn’t know what “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;opinion&lt;/span&gt;” meant.&lt;br /&gt;In the Middle East they didn’t know what “&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;solution&lt;/span&gt;” meant.&lt;br /&gt;In South America they didn’t know what “&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt;” meant.&lt;br /&gt;And in the USA they didn’t know what “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;the rest of the world&lt;/span&gt;” meant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-2062941116644324379?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/2062941116644324379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/07/worldwide-survey-was-conducted-by-un.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/2062941116644324379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/2062941116644324379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/07/worldwide-survey-was-conducted-by-un.html' title='Hah!'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-2474504772482596033</id><published>2008-07-12T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T23:00:47.099+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super senti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total rantdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unfinished buiness'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hindi na ako maglalagay ng title.  Heck, disabled naman yung titles sa skin na ginamit ko.  (Ano yun, pilay?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gusto kong i-post yung nangyayari sa akin ngayon, like the practice kina Teo o kaya yung IKALAWANG pagsusuri sa Filipino.  Pero tinatamad ako.  At kapag tinatamad ako, hindi ko natatapos yung mga ganoong klase ng posts.  Kaya iba nalang topic ko.  AKO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme' think.  Random stuff.  Random bull about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love pizza.  Nilagay ko una kasi gutom na ko.  Gusto ko ng post-dinner-pre-midnight snack.  Right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love cereals.  Not the sugary ones I used to love when I was a kid.  Yung tipong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Almond Clusters&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fitness&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Corn Flakes&lt;/span&gt;... those kind of cereals.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mahilig ako sa maanghang.  (Oooh, ano kaya ang maanghang? Hmmm. L-attack.)  Lahat nalang ata ng pagkain nilalagyan ko ng hot sauce, chili powder, o yung pamatay na sili ni Papa.  Hindi yun labuyo, mas maanghang yung siling ginagamit namin ng tenfold or hundredfold.  Ang hindi ko lang nilalagyan nung mga bagay na yun ay chocolate, cereals, donut, fruits at yung mga pagkaing ginawa para kainin na matamis at hindi minurder ng hot sauce.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Natatakot akong magkaroon ng almoranas.  Eeeew.  Nagkakasugat-sugat ata niyan yung pwet mo.  Para ka narin lang niyang tumatae ng blade.  At eating spicy food daw ay nag-iincrease ng risk na magkaroon ng almoranas.  Huhuhu.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Takot ako sa big, bouncing bola. Period.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Takot ako sa sharp objects kapag ibang tao ang humahawak/gumagamit/at iba pang salitang kasingkahulugan ng dalawang yan.  In short, ako lang dapat hahawak ng matatalim na bagay.  Bwahahahaha!  Ako lang!  Niyahahaha! AKOOOO-(chokes)-evil smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lahat ng bagay ipagawa mo sa akin wag lang ang pagkanta sa harap ng mga tao.  And once na marinig mo pa rin akong kumanta, lahat ng bagay gagawin mo wag mo lang akong ulit marinig kumanta.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Frustrated artist(-kuno) ako.  Hindi talaga ako nakakapag-draw nang mas maganda man lang sa stick drawings.  I did my best.  But I bet my best wasn't good enough.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sumagi na sa isip ko ang pag-mamadre.  Noong kid pa ako and I just learned that babies come from mommies, not mommies AND daddies.  And that there is ONLY ONE SMALL FRIGGIN HOLE where babies would come out through.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I didn't know what the words "cheating" and "utang" mean until I was in Grade 1.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I crushed on girls from 4th to 6th grade.  Blech!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I used to think that everyone in my immediate family has "Erika" as his/her second name just like me.  Yeah, including my father.  AND they always have Papa/Mama/Small Brother/Baby Sister before their given names.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I devour every reading material that comes across my way.  I am not done with my family's encyclopedia (with pictures_ü) and The Bible though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am dreaming of playing the piano like little Marc Yu.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to learn how to play the violin and the drums WELL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am a thrill-seeker, but not so much.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I looooove animals.  Sana may animal shelter dito.  Wawa naman kasi yung mga cats &amp;amp; dogs na nakikita ko sa streets.  Huhuhuhu.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am easily moved whenever I hear of children crying because of poverty or such.  It's like I want to gather them all in one shelter and stuff.  Haaay, kung mayaman lang ako.  Damn you people who make these children's life even more miserable than they already are.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are two reasons kung bakit gusto kong yumaman, I want to take my  parents on tour around the world AND to help children, poverty stricken people, animals (Aww kitties, poor, poor kitties.  Dogs too.) .  Ganun.  Oo, seryoso. *sniff*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm hoping against hope na dumating na yung letter ko from Hogwarts.  Pag may magic ako, I wouldn't need to be filthy rich to help those that I've mentiones in #19.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sleepy na ko.  Next time nalang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-2474504772482596033?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/2474504772482596033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/07/hindi-na-ako-maglalagay-ng-title.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/2474504772482596033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/2474504772482596033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/07/hindi-na-ako-maglalagay-ng-title.html' title=''/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-1043121938300473733</id><published>2008-07-07T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T22:36:51.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm doing this Pagsusuri sa "Paalam sa Pagkabata."  Uh, due on Thursday I think.  I've put different people as sources of quotes on here.  Humanist or not, the hell I care.  I really, really, really swear not to go near any kind of Pagsusuri in Filipino for the rest of my life...or maybe not.  The point is I hate DOING it.  And I mean, who on earth would f*cking care if we proved that the selection is under the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Teoryang Humanismo&lt;/span&gt;.  This is BS.  Kung gaano ko naman kamahal yung titser namin sa Filipino (hi ma'am) ay ganoon ko rin kinamumunghian ang paggawa ng pagsusuri. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tooot!*  I doubt I'm halfway through his thing.  And I've got a long test in Arts tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for my dream school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasensyahan niyo na kung may spelling and grammatical errors.  Antok na ko...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-1043121938300473733?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/1043121938300473733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-doing-this-pagsusuri-sa-paalam-sa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/1043121938300473733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/1043121938300473733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-doing-this-pagsusuri-sa-paalam-sa.html' title=''/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-4603988965153785767</id><published>2008-07-01T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T18:35:41.549+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unfinished buiness'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Panira naman yung &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crushbits&lt;/span&gt; na yun.  Di kasi kasya sa box. Hay ewan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-4603988965153785767?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/4603988965153785767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/07/panira-naman-yung-crushbits-na-yun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/4603988965153785767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/4603988965153785767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/07/panira-naman-yung-crushbits-na-yun.html' title=''/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-1472425464589365680</id><published>2008-06-29T09:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T11:03:55.806+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags/survey'/><title type='text'>Are You or Are You Not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ln0" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" face="verdana"&gt;Are you for or against gay marriage?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln0');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln1" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)font-family:verdana;" &gt;-&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Ahm. I don't care actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln1');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln2" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" face="verdana"&gt;Did you ever have a moment that you wish you could relive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln3" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)font-family:verdana;" &gt;-&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Yeah, marami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln4" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" face="verdana"&gt;What do you want to do before you die?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln5" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)font-family:verdana;" &gt;-&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Hmm...&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln5');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln6" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" face="verdana"&gt;What is your favorite day of the year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln6');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln7" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)font-family:verdana;" &gt;-&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Dami eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln7');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln8" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" face="verdana"&gt;Do you say God Bless You when someone sneezes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln8');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln9" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)font-family:verdana;" &gt;-&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;No, I'm not used to doing that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln9');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln10" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" face="verdana"&gt;If your best friend stopped talking to you because of a new love partner, what would you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln10');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln11" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)font-family:verdana;" &gt;-&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Talk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln11');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln12" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" face="verdana"&gt;Are you always out and about on the weekends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln12');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln13" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)font-family:verdana;" &gt;-&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln13');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln14" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" face="verdana"&gt;Do you have a least favorite day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln14');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln15" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)font-family:verdana;" &gt;- &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Kapag malapit na ang deadline ng kung ano man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln15');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln16" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you smoke / drink / do drugs / all of them / none of them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln16');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln17" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)font-family:verdana;" &gt;-&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;None of them. 0-:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln17');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln18" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" face="verdana"&gt;Have you ever watched over 4 hours of TV straight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln18');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln19" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)font-family:verdana;" &gt;-&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln19');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln20" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln20');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln21" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)font-family:verdana;" &gt;-&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Not perfect. But good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln21');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln22" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" face="verdana"&gt;Do you have any secret obsessions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln22');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln23" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)font-family:verdana;" &gt;-&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Yeah. Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln23');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln24" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" face="verdana"&gt;Is there anything that you want to tell someone right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln24');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln25" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)font-family:verdana;" &gt;-&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln25');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln26" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" face="verdana"&gt;Honestly, do you miss being a child?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln26');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln27" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)font-family:verdana;" &gt;-&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Sometimes. But not really...I mean not YET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln27');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln28" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" face="verdana"&gt;Are you an only child?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln28');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln29" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)font-family:verdana;" &gt;-&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln29');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln30" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" face="verdana"&gt;Do you miss anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln30');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln31" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)font-family:verdana;" &gt;-&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln31');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln32" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" face="verdana"&gt;What is one thing that you really want to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln32');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln33" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)font-family:verdana;" &gt;-&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Hmm...L! attack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln33');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln34" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" face="verdana"&gt;Do you ever want to visit another country?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln34');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln35" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)font-family:verdana;" &gt;-&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln35');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln36" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" face="verdana"&gt;What do you do to relax?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln36');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln37" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)font-family:verdana;" &gt;-&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;SLEEP. Read. Internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln37');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln38" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" face="verdana"&gt;Are you more introverted or extroverted?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln38');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln39" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)font-family:verdana;" &gt;-&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Extroverted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln39');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln40" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" face="verdana"&gt;Is there any word that you hate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln40');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln41" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)font-family:verdana;" &gt;- &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;I can't think of any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln41');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln42" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" face="verdana"&gt;Are you good at making first impressions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln42');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln43" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)font-family:verdana;" &gt;-&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Yeah, I think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln43');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln44" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" face="verdana"&gt;Are you thinking about any in particular?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln44');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln45" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)font-family:verdana;" &gt;-&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Any what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln45');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln46" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" face="verdana"&gt;Is there something that really annoys you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln46');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln47" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)font-family:verdana;" &gt;-&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Someone. Fcuking yeah. Ever heard of &lt;s&gt;Nica&lt;/s&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln47');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln48" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" face="verdana"&gt;Have you ever been completely exhausted?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln48');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln49" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)font-family:verdana;" &gt;-&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Yeah. Twice. Taekwondo sessions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln49');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln50" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" face="verdana"&gt;What was the last movie you watched?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln50');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln51" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)font-family:verdana;" &gt;-&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Hmm. I think it was "Meet the Robinsons"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln51');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln52" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" face="verdana"&gt;Do you enjoy football?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln52');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln53" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)font-family:verdana;" &gt;-&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Haven't tried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln53');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln54" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" face="verdana"&gt;Where were you born?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln54');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln55" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)font-family:verdana;" &gt;-&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln55');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln56" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" face="verdana"&gt;If you had to pick one food to eat for a week, what would it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln56');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln57');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln58" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)font-family:verdana;" &gt;-&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Butter bread and raisin. OR pizza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever broken a bone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln58');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln59" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)font-family:verdana;" &gt;-&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;No. Sprains and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln59');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln60" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" face="verdana"&gt;What are you currently wearing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln60');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln61" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)font-family:verdana;" &gt;-&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln61');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln62" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" face="verdana"&gt;Are you afraid to voice your opinions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln62');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln63" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)font-family:verdana;" &gt;-&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln63');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln64" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" face="verdana"&gt;If you had the chance to erase something from the past, but it wouldn't affect your future, would you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln64');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln65" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)font-family:verdana;" &gt;-&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;YEAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln65');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln66" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" face="verdana"&gt;Have you lost respect for someone recently?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln66');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln67" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)font-family:verdana;" &gt;-&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Yes. Refer to Question #24.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln67');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln68" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" face="verdana"&gt;When you talk to someone new, are you nervous?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln68');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln69" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)font-family:verdana;" &gt;- &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Um, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln69');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln70" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" face="verdana"&gt;Do you believe in soul mates?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln70');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln71" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)font-family:verdana;" &gt;- &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln71');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln72" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" face="verdana"&gt;Do you enjoy war movies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln72');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln73" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)font-family:verdana;" &gt;-&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln73');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln74" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" face="verdana"&gt;When are you at your best?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln74');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln75" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)font-family:verdana;" &gt;- &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Pag tulog=)...Kapag hindi mainit, kapag relaxed ako. Yun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln75');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln76" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" face="verdana"&gt;Have you ever been disrespected?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln76');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln77" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)font-family:verdana;" &gt;-&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Yes. Refer to Question #24.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln77');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln78" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" face="verdana"&gt;Did your parents raise you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln78');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln79" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)font-family:verdana;" &gt;-&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln79');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln80" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" face="verdana"&gt;What color do you feel represents you best?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln80');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln81" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)font-family:verdana;" &gt;-&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Orange?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln81');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln82" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" face="verdana"&gt;And finally, are you happy with where you are in life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln82');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln83" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)font-family:verdana;" &gt;- &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Not exactly what I wanted. But it's good. Never better.&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/185751406789730572-1472425464589365680?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/1472425464589365680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/06/are-you-or-are-you-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/1472425464589365680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/1472425464589365680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/06/are-you-or-are-you-not.html' title='Are You or Are You Not?'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-2557669349954695351</id><published>2008-06-29T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T09:08:58.391+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>Na-diyaryo ako!</title><content type='html'>Nasabit yung pangalan ko sa diyaryo.  Di ko naman sinasadya yun eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bicolmail.com/issue/2008/june19/ibalon.html"&gt;Balitang-balita.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-2557669349954695351?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/2557669349954695351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/06/na-diyaryo-ako.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/2557669349954695351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/2557669349954695351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/06/na-diyaryo-ako.html' title='Na-diyaryo ako!'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-177123438683891534</id><published>2008-06-28T13:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T11:04:46.630+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total rantdom'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time goes by, I just try&lt;br /&gt;To hold my head up high&lt;br /&gt;People try to deny&lt;br /&gt;Classify, or just hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feelings, what's inside&lt;br /&gt;Broken hearts, and hard times&lt;br /&gt;Don't let life break you down this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here, crying here&lt;br /&gt;You're alone and dying&lt;br /&gt;There waiting for bad news&lt;br /&gt;Like walking on broken glass&lt;br /&gt;No answers for what was asked. You're all alone.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you know that I'd give my life for you&lt;br /&gt;Time can be nothing but our enemy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up just hold on&lt;br /&gt;Is the pain just too strong&lt;br /&gt;To hold on&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we're wrong when we think we're right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight will be the night&lt;br /&gt;You'll break free from this fight&lt;br /&gt;Dont let life break you down this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here, crying here&lt;br /&gt;You're alone and dying&lt;br /&gt;There waiting for bad news&lt;br /&gt;Like walking on broken glass&lt;br /&gt;No answers for what was asked. You're all alone.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you know that I'd give my life for you&lt;br /&gt;Time can be nothing but our enemy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I die inside from all I feel&lt;br /&gt;Does it have to be this way?&lt;br /&gt;Memories of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;When it all just slips away&lt;br /&gt;I'd give up everything I had to keep you one more day&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's not right&lt;br /&gt;Why do we feel this way?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here, crying here&lt;br /&gt;You're alone and dying&lt;br /&gt;There waiting for bad news&lt;br /&gt;Like walking on broken glass&lt;br /&gt;No answers for what was asked. You're all alone.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you know that I'd give my life for you&lt;br /&gt;Time can be nothing but our enemy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-177123438683891534?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/177123438683891534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-goes-by-i-just-try-to-hold-my-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/177123438683891534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/177123438683891534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-goes-by-i-just-try-to-hold-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-2653984266077946580</id><published>2008-06-28T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T10:00:02.359+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total rantdom'/><title type='text'>bradah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uy dai ka jan. Sakuya lang yan pwede si Mara!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siyeeht.  Surulo na bituka ko sa sobrang sparks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-2653984266077946580?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/2653984266077946580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/06/bradah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/2653984266077946580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/2653984266077946580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/06/bradah.html' title='bradah.'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-6434359158059044070</id><published>2008-06-13T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T19:37:04.017+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='declaration'/><title type='text'>Somewhere Along the Way, I Fell.</title><content type='html'>Hai stupeeeed!  Cuteon ang layout ko kaso maguluhon. Saditon kaya si box para sa blog entries, dai na lugod nagkaka-hiriling tultol. Ay inda daw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-6434359158059044070?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/6434359158059044070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/06/somewhere-along-way-i-fell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/6434359158059044070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/6434359158059044070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/06/somewhere-along-way-i-fell.html' title='Somewhere Along the Way, I Fell.'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-1260688482268043463</id><published>2008-06-07T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T18:46:51.519+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total rantdom'/><title type='text'>it's neh-tsoo-ruhl, y'know . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I don't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;jump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. . . And when I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;shout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;,  I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;ROAR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. . . I don't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;kick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;DOMINATE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. . . And when I perform&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;poomsae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, I demonstrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;CHARACTER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. . . Ask me if I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;?  Never!  I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;DANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;got that from my brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't know where he got that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-1260688482268043463?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/1260688482268043463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-neh-tsoo-ruhl-yknow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/1260688482268043463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/1260688482268043463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-neh-tsoo-ruhl-yknow.html' title='it&apos;s neh-tsoo-ruhl, y&apos;know . . .'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-3929055945219737193</id><published>2008-05-31T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T18:37:24.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="190"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Five Factor Personality Profile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extroversion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have low extroversion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are quiet and reserved in most social situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A low key, laid back lifestyle is important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to bond slowly, over time, with one or two people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conscientiousness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have low conscientiousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impulsive and off the wall, you don't take life too seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, you sometimes end up regretting your snap decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you tend to lack focus, and it's difficult for you to get important things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreeableness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have low agreeableness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your self interest comes first, and others come later, if at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, you feel that people are not to be trusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're skeptical that anyone else really feels differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neuroticism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have low neuroticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very emotionally stable and mentally together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the greatest setbacks upset you, and you bounce back quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you are typically calm and relaxed - making others feel secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Openness to experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your openness to new experiences is low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a pretty conservative person, and you favor what's socially acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think that change for novelty's sake is a very bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some may see this as boring, many see you as dependable and wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Five Factor Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooohh...I'm really loving these quizzes in blogthings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-3929055945219737193?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/3929055945219737193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/05/your-five-factor-personality-profile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/3929055945219737193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/3929055945219737193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/05/your-five-factor-personality-profile.html' title=''/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-2720382206705393282</id><published>2008-05-31T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T18:33:26.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plugging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz results'/><title type='text'>Leprechaun Gold</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=190 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Leprechaun Name Is:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/leprechaunnamegenerator/irish.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sniffles  Luckleaf&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/leprechaunnamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Leprechaun Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh - how fascinating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-2720382206705393282?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/2720382206705393282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/05/leprechaun-gold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/2720382206705393282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/2720382206705393282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/05/leprechaun-gold.html' title='Leprechaun Gold'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-2581723316346750848</id><published>2008-05-30T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:25:11.439+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><title type='text'>Iguazu Falls</title><content type='html'>No, I haven't been there.  I was on &lt;a href="http://listverse.com/"&gt;listverse&lt;/a&gt; just this morning and I came across a list of the Top 10 Awe Inspiring Waterfalls.  I was expecting that the Niagara Falls would grab the #1 spot, being famous and all that.  But then, it placed just second.  When I saw what was on the #1 spot, I had to pick up my jaw from the ground.  This is what caused my reaction.  Hope you like it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SFJRw655a8I/AAAAAAAAACE/XdMaR0rZQn4/s1600-h/iguazu+Falls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SFJRw655a8I/AAAAAAAAACE/XdMaR0rZQn4/s200/iguazu+Falls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211317619708750786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too see the complete list, click &lt;a href="http://listverse.com/nature/top-10-awe-inspiring-waterfalls/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-2581723316346750848?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/2581723316346750848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/05/iguazu-falls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/2581723316346750848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/2581723316346750848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/05/iguazu-falls.html' title='Iguazu Falls'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SFJRw655a8I/AAAAAAAAACE/XdMaR0rZQn4/s72-c/iguazu+Falls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-489398203204355529</id><published>2008-05-08T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T18:53:17.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags/survey'/><title type='text'>burger.burger.burger.</title><content type='html'>I saw this tag in Naxcz's blog. Basically, the rules are:&lt;br /&gt;1.) Read the title very carefully for at least three times,understand what it means.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Write some words/things that pop into your head when you think about someone random you've met in high school (as many as you can).&lt;br /&gt;3.) Then do what you want...make up your own rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DIANNE BALDOZA.&lt;/span&gt;  Madre &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(oh gosh. peace)&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Parang kapay..."&lt;/span&gt;  Russ.  SSG.  Tall.  Metallic-colored belts. Looong and loose pants.  Braces.  Marlon.  Kuya Jorge. Mababaw ang luha.  Friends.  Rebekkah.  Minkowski.  Falcon.  Ate Grace.  Thick eyeglasses.  SAVE ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;REBBEKAH MARAÑO.&lt;/span&gt;  Sir JP's mortal enemy.  Math.  Brains.  Gladys.  Super smile.  Super laugh.  Super neat handwriting.  Reuben.  Jolz.  Jim.  Marou.  Cellphone. Text flings. Bangs.  &lt;s&gt;Dark&lt;/s&gt; Golden.  Dianne.  Sir Maskom's mortal enemy.  SAVE ME.  Knows the entire population of Science High.      Cheeseburger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ANDREA BERNARTE.&lt;/span&gt;  USI.  Madz.  Ace.  Zha.  Shaunnah.  Ceri.  Debate.  SAVE ME.  Sophistication.  European Studies.  Elementary years.  Callalily.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LAUREN ABAYON.&lt;/span&gt;  DLMO practices &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(awww.nakakamiss)&lt;/span&gt;.  DLMO.  Osiris.  Bangs.  Rani.  Rica.  Cheopz.  DLMO swimming.  Cellphone.  "Cheerdance."  Emo-lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;RANI EUGENIO.&lt;/span&gt;  BFF.  People we hate.  DLMO.  Adik sa text.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ate Bangs!&lt;/span&gt;  Our &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;fcuk you ma'am&lt;/span&gt;'s during ValEd period.  Pagkontra namin sa mga ka-eklatan ni Sir Maskom during English Period.  Alveric (and their break-up).  Pagsabwatan namin para paunlarin ang Pilipinas.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dai man ko mayaman pag naaraman ko kung sisay si Quetzalcoatl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOERIC PAZ.&lt;/span&gt;  His just-got-out-of-bed hair style.  His beaded bracelet (na nasira at ibinigay sakin, sama no?).  DLMO practices.  DLMO.  "Cheerdance."  His &lt;s&gt;innocent&lt;/s&gt; lost boy look.  Denise.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dyurik.&lt;/span&gt;  His "birthday shirt."  Ate Lauren.  Ate Jonan.  Wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MARLON ABRIL.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;poh.  hehehhe.  birthday girl.&lt;/span&gt;  online party.  Lapilli.  Lilian.  Dianne.  Patotina.  DLMO.  Friendster.  YM.  Basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GERMAN CELERES.&lt;/span&gt;  Denise.  Ziri.  Agta &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(peace.)&lt;/span&gt;  bZtbUd.  DLMO.  TheSims.  Sha.  Ashley.  Silver accessories.  Naga Tiles.  "Cheerdance."  Ex-textmate [dai na kaya ako nagtitek ngunyan].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOLZ ABANTE.&lt;/span&gt;  Mskatsz.  Cedie.  Bekai.  Angela.  YM.  Corny jokes.  Rama display image.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dapat proud ka sa boyfriend mo!&lt;/span&gt; (bwahaha! uto-uto si jolz...)  Osiris.  Trisha.  27 + 3 = 30, 22 + 2 = 24...and so on.  Ex-Textmate. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DENISE CLAVERIA.&lt;/span&gt;  Joeric.  Mga ex niya raw.  Cellphone.  DLMO.  German.  Ziri.  Slide.  Takot sa tubig.  "Swimming lessons."  Boylets.  "Cheerdance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TIN2 CO.&lt;/span&gt;  Coooooooorrrrrnnnyyyyy.  Some asungot na taguin nalang sa pangalang Eeyore.  CCC.  JJ.  Tsinelas.  Pooh.  Pink.  Pink AND Green.  Jesus.  Super religious.  &lt;s&gt;Mahinhin&lt;/s&gt; Maribukon.  Grabe makilagan.  Arm twisting (signature move niya).  Hindi marunong magalit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NAXCZ JACUTAN.&lt;/span&gt;  naxczmachine.  Ching.  Ayra.  Gummy worms.  I do hate this name but I have to bear with this for as long as Naxcz is alive...&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;marapotletpotikitot.&lt;/span&gt;  Reuben.  Just about anything mentioned in her blog.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SHAYNE LOPEZ.&lt;/span&gt;  Her witty remarks.  Crazy laugh na nakakadala.  Jocel's laugh.  Tsinelas.  Celine.  Marou.  TeenTalk.  Gay lingo.  Math genius.  Chemistry genius.  Sleepovers for Research.  Her &lt;em&gt;Without Geometry, Life Would be Pointless.&lt;/em&gt; shirt.  Korea cuties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CELINE JAPLIT.&lt;/strong&gt;  Marou.  Shayne.  Another chemistry genius.  CAT.  Tuy.  Brutality friend.  The eye-to-eye symbolimajjig, we use our index and middle fingers to point to our eyes then to the other's.  Sleepovers for Research.  Korean cuties.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAROU ROMERO.&lt;/strong&gt;  Her super pretty &lt;em&gt;ate&lt;/em&gt;.  Math genius.  Talking without feelings.  &lt;em&gt;Palang&lt;/em&gt;.  Jemar.  Her rather flat forehead [sabi nila!].  Korean cuties.  Her cute way of being galit.  Her wa-feeling but still cute way of saying &lt;em&gt;that-CAT-command-that-I-forgot-thingamajjig&lt;/em&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RAMA RANCES.&lt;/strong&gt;  Longest time I had a &lt;strong&gt;crush&lt;/strong&gt; on someone.  Disproves the saying &lt;em&gt;"Absence makes the heart forget."&lt;/em&gt; Eeeww I'm getting all mushy.  Chikboy dance.  Killer smile na nawawala ang eyes.  &lt;em&gt;Runaway&lt;/em&gt; by Hale.  Knightmares.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VIC2 DELA CRUZ.&lt;/strong&gt;  Text lingo.  Boylets.  Deewa's kambal.  Cellphone.  Rubik's cube.  Nosebleed.  Mga achu2ness namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RICA PACARDO.&lt;/strong&gt;  Bangaw [oy bako ako nagkakantsaw kayan!!].  The way she delivers speeches.  Bangs.  Claudz.  Tabismis.  Kadaldalan niya.  Trizia.  Grabe tumawa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-489398203204355529?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/489398203204355529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/05/burgerburgerburger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/489398203204355529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/489398203204355529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/05/burgerburgerburger.html' title='burger.burger.burger.'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-1397264936232612401</id><published>2008-05-03T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T10:38:50.534+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>I Just Wanna be on the Beach.</title><content type='html'>I took a one-week intensive math enrichment class.  The last session concluded just this day.  Before going home, I decided to splurge on all the money I had (at least in my wallet).  I treated my friends to some ice cream and bought myself this cappuccino pearl cooler that took centuries to make.  We then headed to Alfonso's Music Store to have a look at the guitars in there. They were really cheaper than those in Musique Banc.  I just don't know if they'd last as long, and more importantly sound as good.  After that, I went to LCC to buy that luscious Nutella chocolate spread that I've been (and still am) dying to get.  My taste buds are getting all worked up now.  My Mom told me that LCC's selling them, so I went there only to get my heart (and taste buds) broken.  They're not selling precious Nutella!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;cont.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I give up. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Di na ko maghahanap ng Nutella sa LCC.&lt;/span&gt; Well at least, not now.  Saka nalang ako maghahanap. Pag meron na. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that I've been having an increase in appetite lately.  And paired with my ever decreasing physical activities this summer (nope, shopping and fasfood-hopping not included), it would most likely result to a massive boom in weight. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*shivers*&lt;/span&gt; And returning to school with a body mass bordering on that of a small planet is definitely on the bottom part of my list.  Also, to prove to you my oh-so-active summer life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;At 9am, I wake up. Oh, scratch that, I've improved actually.  I now wake up at 8am. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*super [scary] smile*&lt;/span&gt;  Eat what's left of breakfast then do the dishes (since I'm the only one left at home). Do some morning rituals, sometimes i brush my teeth too. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*even scarier smile*&lt;/span&gt;  Play Harvest Moon for three hours or until someone calls me for lunch at around 12 or half past 12 noon.  After taking my meal, I munch on some cookie or candy for dessert.  At around one in the afternoon, I lounge around the room devouring books/magazines.  After an hour or so, I use the computer to just surf and do stuff.  At this time of the day I feel most grouchy JUST LIKE NOW.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[I'd then find myself wishing I were on some beach, even the black sands of Pasacao will do, pero kung pwede namang Caramoan or Boracay, why not? If not &lt;s&gt;bitching&lt;/s&gt; beach-ing, I'd want to go on a mountain trek. Oh Gosh, I really am thirsting for some REAL VACATION.]&lt;/span&gt;  Then I head back to just hanging out at the room and rocking out with my guitar {Yeah I finally bought a good one.  Sa Musique Banc pa rin ako bumili.} while my sister plays Harvest Moon.  And if I get REAAAAALLLLLY lucky, she'd let me play too.  On some days, I'd go out with my sister to just spend our money on things that would lessen (I hope) the monotony of our summer days - reading materials to guzzle for the next days.  And we do nothing else but those until we are called for dinner.  After some this and that, I snooze off.  And at 8am the next day I wake up.  Eat what's left of breakfast then do the dishes (since I'm the only one left at home). Do some morning rituals....and so on and so forth.  That's all there is to know about my summer y'know. If you want you could actually spend your summer just like mine.  And decompose with a PS controller on your hand or while typing nonsense in your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-1397264936232612401?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/1397264936232612401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-just-wanna-be-on-beach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/1397264936232612401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/1397264936232612401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-just-wanna-be-on-beach.html' title='I Just Wanna be on the Beach.'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-6621775645265214315</id><published>2008-04-25T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T15:29:21.069+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total rantdom'/><title type='text'>Of Quills and Keyboards</title><content type='html'>I'm reading some stories in TeenTalk and fan fictions in Mugglenet.  And those cheesy teen love stories never fail to give me the butterflies. Goshables. Try 'em I tell you. Damn good. Just remember to pick the good ones.  In MuggleNet, there are countless stories pairing Harry and Draco. And that's just gross.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-6621775645265214315?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/6621775645265214315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/04/of-quills-and-keyboards.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/6621775645265214315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/6621775645265214315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/04/of-quills-and-keyboards.html' title='Of Quills and Keyboards'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-3915346392055714201</id><published>2008-04-20T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:25:11.656+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plugging'/><title type='text'>addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SFJ-U9wejtI/AAAAAAAAACM/sWrk2GDPJeQ/s1600-h/famousbowl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SFJ-U9wejtI/AAAAAAAAACM/sWrk2GDPJeQ/s200/famousbowl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211366617461460690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just love KFC's Famous Bowl. It doesn't look so much in this pic but it really is soooo great.*sluurp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thebachelorgirl.com/2008/1026/kfc-philippines-famous-bowl/"&gt;The KFC Famous Bowl is an excellent way to marry your love for mashed potatoes and chicken. A generous dollop of mashed potatoes is set as the base in a black bowl, then a generous serving of yellow corn is sprinkled, before the KFC brown gravy is dribbled to bind the two ingredients. A smattering of cheese highlights the mound and a ring of bite size chicken pieces crown the KFC Famous Bowl.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-3915346392055714201?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/3915346392055714201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/04/addiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/3915346392055714201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/3915346392055714201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/04/addiction.html' title='addiction'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SFJ-U9wejtI/AAAAAAAAACM/sWrk2GDPJeQ/s72-c/famousbowl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-230339974276988595</id><published>2008-04-20T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T23:21:04.550+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super senti'/><title type='text'>we signed our letters bff</title><content type='html'>mp. Supah worried ako nunyan duman sa bespren ko.&lt;br /&gt;Kawasa break na sinda kadtong biep niya.&lt;br /&gt;Five days nalang kuta, one year and two months na sinda.&lt;br /&gt;Kaso nani tinapos na niya, mayo naman daa kayang nangyayari sainda.&lt;br /&gt;March palang, magkalabuan na sinda.&lt;br /&gt;Dai ko naman aram kung ano nang nangyari kan nagbakasyon na.&lt;br /&gt;Ngunyan lang nanaman ako nakadangog tungkol sainda.&lt;br /&gt;Mau man. Garo kaya alang kwentang besprend ako. Kadto kayang amay pa, garo puro lang passive ang advices ko saiya.&lt;br /&gt;Kala ko kaya malalampasan man lang ninda arog kan dati.&lt;br /&gt;Nagtext siya na mau na daa sinda.&lt;br /&gt;Hinapot ko kung okay lang siya. What a stupid question.&lt;br /&gt;Inapudan niya ko para daa dai na ko magpara-worry.&lt;br /&gt;Sabi niya she's fine. Dai ngani daa siya naghibi.&lt;br /&gt;Tapos nag-start siyang mag-istorya.&lt;br /&gt;But she cracked up. Nadangog ko siya.&lt;br /&gt;Then she said na okay lang daa talaga siya.&lt;br /&gt;WTF. Who would be okay sa lagay na yun??&lt;br /&gt;Dai ako nagtataram ta gusto ko lang siya muna magparataram.&lt;br /&gt;Kaso garo naiimagine ko siya na naghihibi NANAMAN.&lt;br /&gt;Waaa! I wanted to cry too.&lt;br /&gt;Sabi niya maapod nalang daa siya pag ready (xudepotz) na siya.&lt;br /&gt;Haynako. If I know, nagpaparahibi nanaman to.&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko talaga tong kaulayon.&lt;br /&gt;Balak ko nani magduman sa apartment ninda&lt;br /&gt;Problem is, dai ko aram kung sain si bago nindang apartment.&lt;br /&gt;Haaaay.&lt;br /&gt;Huy Kabz. Dai ka na magpara-problema jan huh??&lt;br /&gt;Parehas man kita heartbroken.&lt;br /&gt;Nyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.JellyMuffin.com/icons/emo/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.jellymuffin.com/icons/emo/images/38.png"  alt="JellyMuffin.com - The place for profile layouts, flash generators, glitter graphics, backgrounds and codes" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jellymuffin.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;Waaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko magkakan Famous Bowl kan KFC.&lt;br /&gt;Nakakaadik toh!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-230339974276988595?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/230339974276988595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-signed-our-lette.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/230339974276988595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/230339974276988595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-signed-our-lette.html' title='we signed our letters bff'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-5099085787409227734</id><published>2008-04-20T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T22:29:53.552+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super senti'/><title type='text'>what is left of us</title><content type='html'>I t  w a s  a l l  w e  h a d .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're not aware.&lt;br /&gt;But it was all that gave me hope.&lt;br /&gt;It was all that I was clinging too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was just trying to help.&lt;br /&gt;He had nothing but good intentions.&lt;br /&gt;But it was what caused your confusion huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to blame him.&lt;br /&gt;I can't.&lt;br /&gt;He was of pure intent.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to blame you.&lt;br /&gt;I can't.&lt;br /&gt;You have no fault at all.&lt;br /&gt;A victim of being admired.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to blame myself.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't.&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of wanting you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(//-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-5099085787409227734?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/5099085787409227734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-is-left-of-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/5099085787409227734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/5099085787409227734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-is-left-of-us.html' title='what is left of us'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-4489236778006655111</id><published>2008-04-16T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:25:12.217+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>let'z partey!♪♪♫</title><content type='html'>Gas. Ala-una na pala. Hindi ko namalayan ang oras sapagkat ako'y nakikipag-daldalan kina German at Marlon. Ginamit namin ang Komperensiya sa Yehey! Tagapagpadala. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaarawan kasi ngayon ni...[gumugulong na tambol...] Mara. Oo, ako nga iyon. Habang ako'y nakikipagdaldalan sa dalawa kong kaibigan, nabanggit ni Marlon ang ang aking kaarawan. Sabi naman ni German ay magpakain daw ako. Ngunit tumanggi ako. Agad namang nag-alok si German at Marlon ng isang &lt;em&gt;bukas-linyang&lt;/em&gt; selebrasyon ng aking kaarawan. &lt;em&gt;Parti&lt;/em&gt;. Kaya naman:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SATg5oqo69I/AAAAAAAAABE/PaaSKvqHj3M/s1600-h/partyhat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189519951411080146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SATg5oqo69I/AAAAAAAAABE/PaaSKvqHj3M/s320/partyhat.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff40/mashedpotato23/chat_party.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ito!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos ng maikling selebrasyong iyon ay naiba na ang aming usapan. Binuksan ni Marlon ang usapan hinggil sa problema sa &lt;em&gt;friendster&lt;/em&gt;. Marahil ito raw ay problema sa &lt;em&gt;internet&lt;/em&gt; koneksyon sa &lt;em&gt;Caceres Cable&lt;/em&gt;. Sabi niya'y magreklamo raw kami sapagkat nagbabayad naman kami ng tama. At ganun na nga:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SAThcIqo6-I/AAAAAAAAABM/WeUOBOOrZXI/s1600-h/welga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189520544116567010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SAThcIqo6-I/AAAAAAAAABM/WeUOBOOrZXI/s320/welga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff40/mashedpotato23/chat_welga.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hindi yan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun lang naman. Natutuwa lang naman kasi ako sa mga pinaggagawa namin. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marahil ay hindi naman kayo maka-sumpay (o ha?) o kaya'y hindi niyo naman maintindihan kung bakit nandito ang posteng (?) ito. Wala lang. Mabuti naman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-4489236778006655111?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/4489236778006655111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/04/letz-partey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/4489236778006655111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/4489236778006655111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/04/letz-partey.html' title='let&apos;z partey!♪♪♫'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SATg5oqo69I/AAAAAAAAABE/PaaSKvqHj3M/s72-c/partyhat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-1347293262541462405</id><published>2008-04-12T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T10:46:53.268+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>Nakaw.Ang.Wallet.Ko.</title><content type='html'>I am really feeling tired and groggy today. Perhaps because of a tiring outing held yesterday. I'm so not in the mood to write today but I really want to rant about the band outing. So yeah, here goes nothing.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The [supposed-to-be] DLMO outing was scheduled yesterday. However, very few (or maybe none) of the majorettes were informed. So in the end, it was just a band outing.  We agreed to meet at Paseo at 7:00 at the most. I left home early because I planned to drop by McDonald's (but I ended up at Jollibee) to buy some breakfast and lunch. I passed by the intersection and saw that there were already many people outside Paseo.  I got really excited because there were so many of us going. But when I got to Paseo, I saw that the "many people" I saw earlier were the CAT officers. I saw only a few band mates.  And the look on their faces were like "OMG. Baka kami lang ang magdidgdi. Hain na daw si iba?" Awww. Poor them. But we still waited. And waited. And waited even more. But at 7:00 there were just six of us (surprise.surprise.) We still decided to wait a little bit longer. What do you expect anyway, that we'd all be on time? That is so not DLMO-ic. Then Joeric texted me: "&lt;em&gt;ui banda.naghahalat na kami saindo.hain na kamo?&lt;/em&gt;" Oh yeah? Kapal mu, kami ang naghahalat saimo. haha.  A little later,  I received another text message from him saying "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ui.nakua c wallet q.tinangay.&lt;/span&gt;"  I asked where he was and if he's already riding on his way to Paseo, knowing that he'd be coming from the bus terminal. He didn't reply then. Moments later, one of my band mates told us that Joeric's on the block already. And when I stood to see where he is, he got to us already.  All of us started firing questions about how he lost his wallet. And he answered us in much detail, he even reenacted the scene. Aww. I really feel sorry for him. He said he had P300 in his wallet and he lost it. He was really upset, we could tell, but he laughed it off (as usual).  After years of waiting, we finally decided to board a jeepney, with only ten of us. There were Nica, Bert, Denise, Marion, Joeric, Jowet, Ate Lauren, Ate Kamil and me. Gosh, what ever happened to the other fifty?! When we were about to go in the jeepney, someone (I forgot who) suggested to just go to Peñafrancia instead of Casa Ofelia.  I was actually against it but I think most favored the idea so I kept my mouth shut (Poor me).  I expected the ride to be a long one because, well, rides to Carolina are quite long. Joeric kept commenting on how fast the jeepney goes, but I shrugged it off because I rode on fast jeepneys every time I went to Carolina so i guessed that was just normal, it really felt very normal. But it seems like we got to Casa Ofelia at half the time I felt it would take. Dunno. I guess time does fly when you're having fun. Such a cliche. But I guess it's really real.=]]&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a long time at the entrance. The boys left us (the girls) to do all the counting and paying. Hmpf.  We decided not to rent a cottage since we hadn't brought extra moolah. Nica found some good tables and benches for us to put our things on.  By the time we managed to arrange our bags, put on sunscreen and things, Jowett and Joeric are already soaking wet (excited eh).  We went to the 5ft pool (it's the deepest in the resort), I was afraid I wouldn't make it alive there, last time I was there (four years ago) I only got to the 4ft (or was it 3ft?) pool and hung by the sides on the 5ft pool. Thankfully this time I didn't do either. Talk about growing.  Haha! Anyways, about an hour later, the water pumps on the slides were opened allowing us to well..er..slide.  The ever daredevil Nica was first to go sliding down on the taller slide, face down and headfirst. I did it too but not in HER position, I was afraid I would tumble over and get stuck in the slide.  Every time I slid down that slide, I always got the feeling like my gut was lifting up or something. But the thriller in me won't just go so I did it for several more times.  A little later, a large group of guys came so we transferred to the other pool with the nice and long, but not-functioning slide. The girls and I played a game of tag. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dude try running in the water.&lt;/span&gt; And the boys were having their own sumthin. I think it was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;patagalan sa ilalim ng tubig&lt;/span&gt;. Jowett always won. They think he's a swimmer.  I think he's a scuba diver. Or a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;muro-ami&lt;/span&gt;-er.  We called him names like sea pig. We settled for sea cow though. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;DUGONG para mas mabaho.&lt;/span&gt; With nothing to do, Marion and Nica decided to climb up the slide.  I followed them.  I didn't push through though. I was at the middle, Nica was in front of me.  And every time she slips, I do too, and so does Marion. And we all fall, or rather slide down.  So I just gave up. A little later I saw Marion climbing down the stairs from the top of the slide. Yeah, she's good. She and Nica carried a bucketful of water up the stairs and into the slide. (It's hard to slide down without water y'know.) The operators saw them and finally agreed to turn on the water pump, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;naawa siguro&lt;/span&gt;. So they and the boys did the sliding thingy. They were so thrilled. I wasn't. I badly wanted to try the slide too but I was afraid of hurting myself (An accident reportedly occurred in that slide, resulting to an open fracture.) But after a hours (not really) of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kulitan&lt;/span&gt;, I agreed to go for it. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yhon, don't forget the deal! &lt;/span&gt; So yeah, the slide started like normal but it went to a sudden curve and accelerated speed. Woah. I didn't even feel the "drops" coz it was so overwhelming.  I was thrown out the mouth of the slide and landed face down. The others were all laughing and cheering.  They had just spent 20 minutes convincing me to go down the slide and it was victory. Wahahaha.  And of course I tried it again. I felt so accomplished, really. The last time I was there (four years ago), I just went up the stairs to the top of the slide but went down again. Chicken. Haha. Oh, I remember Nica calling me and Ate Lauren chicken when we were having doubts about going down the slide. Git.  But no biggy, I did all the same.  The group of guys came to OUR pool and hogged the slide. Hmpf. Bert, Denise and I listened to the guys trash talk (lotsa trash talking there) even though we can't fully understand what they're saying coz they're Masbateños.  We decided to have our own translations or interpretations, and we had crazy ones. After some time, we decided to have lunch. (I was already starving at that time.) Most of us didn't bring lunch so we ate chips. I bought just one burger coz it was kkb. Turns out, it was "fight to survive." Kidding. We just shared the chips and left three packs for later.  Then we all rested, I was kinda sleepy but I don't want to spend the rest of the outing sleeping. We went down the small stream. It was too slippery, Joeric and Jowet even slipped once or twice in to the cold water, so we all decided to go back. After having about half an hour of rest, we went back to swimming at the 3 (or 4ft, I really can't tell) pool, the one with the two slides.  Once I slid down the small one when ate Lauren started climbing up the slide, she didn't see me apparently, and we ended up sliding down together.  Good thing her knee didn't hit my head. It didn't hurt anyway so we just laughed it off. Nica slid down in a crouching position and hit her back on a guy's head.  As expected, she was angry, and sulking, and blaming, and things but we just let her be. It's the guy's fault anyway, and he didn't say sorry!  We then went to the other pool thinking that the group of guys were gone - but they're not. We didn't mind though, we just swam around and stuff.  After a while, the girls decided to play again, this time Dr. Quack2. We only did five rounds coz it was too tiring to run away every time someone "unties" us. We saw that gray clouds were coming so we went back to our benches and placed our things to a something-with-a-roof just in case it rains.  We also took our snacks there. We didn't think that the "cottage" was for free but we weren't charge anyway and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;wala namang sumita&lt;/span&gt;.   &lt;br /&gt;We did some more swimming after that. Then we decided to take showers so we can leave before it gets dark. It was hard dressing up in the shower room because there were no hooks to hang our clothes on. We still had some little chats before we left the resort. While walking to the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kanto to make para the jeep&lt;/span&gt; [?!], we talked so little, the girls that is.  Nica and the boys were telling stories I suppose. We had a hard time walking at the beginning since the ground was not level, it rises up and it was hard work to walk. We boarded a jeepney but did not go yet. We talked a little and stuff.  Then the jeepney started on its route towards &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;centro&lt;/span&gt;.  It really ran so slow, I decided to have some senti moments but the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;konduktor&lt;/span&gt; made that impossible. He's quite young and really talkative and soooo &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;makulit&lt;/span&gt;!  He kept talking to our group and stuff.  He makes so much &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;panlalait&lt;/span&gt;. Grrr. He received a good punch from Ate Kamil when she got off the jeepney. Hah! Good for him.  One by one, we left the jeepney to get to our own destinations.  I was really glad that I was there. But like all good things, it came to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Nakakasuya! Patalun kaya ak...si snatcher!&lt;/strong&gt; -Joeric&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;--------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFLECTION: Playing Dr. Quack2 is like solving a Rubik's Cube. It has innumerable wrong twists and turns. (Oh ha?^___^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-1347293262541462405?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/1347293262541462405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/04/nakawangwalletko.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/1347293262541462405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/1347293262541462405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/04/nakawangwalletko.html' title='Nakaw.Ang.Wallet.Ko.'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-6420074751233382224</id><published>2008-04-10T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:25:12.426+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super senti'/><title type='text'>the.beginning_of.the.end.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SFKBakzpUPI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hah64QEtOKE/s1600-h/famousbowl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SFKBakzpUPI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hah64QEtOKE/s200/famousbowl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211370012377960690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala naman. may naalala lang ako.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-6420074751233382224?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/6420074751233382224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/04/thebeginningoftheend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/6420074751233382224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/6420074751233382224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/04/thebeginningoftheend.html' title='the.beginning_of.the.end.'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/SFKBakzpUPI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hah64QEtOKE/s72-c/famousbowl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-26474034112985178</id><published>2008-04-08T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T10:52:20.659+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='declaration'/><title type='text'>outrageous.nananana.outrageous.</title><content type='html'>So okay, it's pretty obvious that I don't know the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had really outrageous posts before (like you know, the sucker and black pata thing) and I think those two won't be followed by any more. I'm currently having a downright boredom-ness (as Dea terms it) summer vacation. And this surely won't bear uh, events that are exciting enough to be posted on this already too boring blog. Sigh. Poor me. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------------- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this afternoon, we had this DLMO meeting. Yeah, we call it &lt;strong&gt;meeting&lt;/strong&gt; to make it sound like professional or formal or something when all we did was chat among ourselves. You never really expect the DLMO, &lt;strong&gt;our&lt;/strong&gt; DLMO, to have a serious and stiff meeting. Anyway, we made a final decision after about three hours of discussion. It went like this: &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ate Camille &amp;amp; I: &lt;em&gt;CWC nalang kita. 800 man lang.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others: &lt;em&gt;Mahalon man!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Camille: &lt;em&gt;Dai yan. Ang P800 sa cottage yan pero consumable man yan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jowett: &lt;em&gt;Hah? Anong &lt;strong&gt;konsumabuhl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (everyone laughs)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Camille: &lt;em&gt;Ui. Magayon talaga duman sa CWC.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jowett: &lt;em&gt;Habu ko duman baka maligis kita kan mga wakeboard!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others: &lt;em&gt;Kapay bako ka man duman sa malangoy sa tig-wawakeboardan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jowett: &lt;em&gt;Ay iyo? May suway duman na pool?&lt;/em&gt; (everyone laughs) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh. Poor guy, he's always like &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Huh? I never knew that &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never heard of that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; , &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ano yan?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ay iyo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arog palan yan kayan?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dai ko daw yan aram&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; . Nevertheless, he provides tons of laughter for the band. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ate Camille: &lt;em&gt;Mara, P30 man lang ang pool duman. Ang food nasa P800 naman.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Ui!! Guys, ang pool duman 30 man lang!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raph: &lt;em&gt;Waw! Kadakol pool. Pwede palan kita duman maski tig-sararong pool! 30 daa ang pools duman sabi ni Mara!!&lt;/em&gt; (everyone laughs) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raph's like that too.  He's Wet and Levin's partner in crime. And he impersonates Sir Acabading, I mean, Sir Acabado really really well.  You should have seen him do that. You'd be ROTFLYAO. You know that? Haha.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ate Lauren: &lt;em&gt;Ui sain na talaga nindo gusto?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mara: &lt;em&gt;CWC!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Lauren: &lt;em&gt;Mahalun!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joeric: &lt;em&gt;Haranihon sa harong mi. Habo ko jan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody: &lt;em&gt;Hydro?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marion: &lt;em&gt;Mahuhulog kita sa bangin!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Lauren: &lt;em&gt;Sa civic nalang daw kita!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denise: (out of nowhere) &lt;em&gt;Ate Mara bakung hate mo man si Brandon?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ziri: &lt;em&gt;Iyo baga! Si ginibo kayan ni Brandon dati. Sabi niya daa ex niya si Ate Mara na dae man ngani nag-aaram si Ate Mara!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andro: (adressing someone in the group) &lt;em&gt;WAW NADAOG KA PA KADTO NI BRANDON OH! HAHAHA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nica: &lt;em&gt;Mabataon baga hangaw kadto! Haha.&lt;/em&gt; (everyone laughs for the nth time)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So okay, with a few (or maybe a lot of) wisecracks, jokes, gossips, questions, stories and stuff, we finally managed to make a final decision. [All Hail!] So, sa mga ipinapanganak palang:&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;DLMO Swimming at Casa Ofelia (dating Magic Splash, Carolina)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our waiting place will be at Paseo de Caceres (beside Hong Enterprises if that would help) @ 6:30 - 7:00 am. Ang latecomer (that would be me), don't worry, group outings are never meant to be on time. (based from experience.)=]]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-26474034112985178?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/26474034112985178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/04/outrageousnanananaoutrageous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/26474034112985178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/26474034112985178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/04/outrageousnanananaoutrageous.html' title='outrageous.nananana.outrageous.'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-2754999290062948599</id><published>2008-04-05T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T23:13:49.196+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super senti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total rantdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unfinished buiness'/><title type='text'>once.THEY.were.US.</title><content type='html'>yeah. I deleted the stupid post. =D&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well okay, this kinda stinks. No, not kinda, TOTALLY. I hope I can make it better. I'm gonna edit this later. Uh maybe tomorrow. Or after the band outing. Or maybe just next week. WTF. I dont even know. Just not in the mood. I mean, i'm chatting with like the hottest guy in ncshs (no, not you, terbio.lol) and I'm going to ruin it with my blogging. Na-uh. not gonna happen.=]]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fine. i won't finish this post.  It's damn too corny. not to mention boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-2754999290062948599?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/2754999290062948599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/04/oncetheywereus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/2754999290062948599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/2754999290062948599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/04/oncetheywereus.html' title='once.THEY.were.US.'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-1830105806540593571</id><published>2008-04-04T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T10:48:14.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unfinished buiness'/><title type='text'>it's a toast to all our crimes.</title><content type='html'>another day is about to end.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another unfruitful,useless [ok, not totally], crappy day.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent like the whole afternoon guessing-slash-making-slash-whateveryoucalliting "secret admirers" in myyearbook [check out my link=D]. There are really good-looking (makalaglag-panty as my classmates term it) guys there though.  It's nothing serious actually, It's just part of earning your "lunch money" in there.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. That crappy day has ended eons ago and I haven't even been able to finish my supposed-to-be long post.  I'd just have another topic then.  I just came home this morning from Pasacao.  My brother and I went with our mom there, at Surfer's Paradise. [Oh crap! Firefox keeps on restarting. And I'm playing DragonFable! How am I suppose to save all those exp's I worked hard for???] Anyways, I was expecting to have a blast there. BUT I HAD NOT. hmpf. I am not saying that the outing was lousy because it's not. I just didn't experience the fun that I expected, or maybe hoped, that I would.  The fact that nobody my age was there is the sole culprit.  So yeah, I had nobody to hang out with. Well yeah, there was Mikee (an ex-Zephyrian) but he's a guy and he's hangin out with my brother. (And I couldn't care less.lol) I was hoping that Angela would come soon so i could have somebody to talk to. So yeah, i just had to bear with it for the meantime. To give you a clue on how bored I was, I DECIDED TO HANG OUT WITH MY BROTHER. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Angela came however, she had little cousins to attend to. Poor me! I really wanted to swim at that time but I don't want to go alone. Poor poor me! Anyway [maybe you've noticed by now that I've put lot of anyway's here], I saw this guitar that my mom's friend brought, and my fingers were reeeaaaaally itching to play that guitar. But nooooooooo - I was damn too shy to borrow it. Duh &lt;em&gt;hindi naman kami close.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW. I got one of my sudden attacks of laziness.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not gonna finish this post.  Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-1830105806540593571?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/1830105806540593571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-toast-to-all-our-crimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/1830105806540593571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/1830105806540593571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-toast-to-all-our-crimes.html' title='it&apos;s a toast to all our crimes.'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-4234077070020716131</id><published>2008-03-26T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T10:51:56.529+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='osiris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super senti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='declaration'/><title type='text'>taas kilikili</title><content type='html'>wala lang.p*tragis.hluy2 nqng dai ngsusurat dgdi.anu na tau.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eniwei.ang gus2 q lang pagprataramun/suratun dgdi i2ng 2ngkol sa osiris.m'grad na kea cnda.huhuhuhuhuuuuuuu.yes.22o yn.i am so sad.mski pa rivals ang batches mi, puset i love osiris.ops,maung mgkontra.bulat.iu talaga.sobrang mkakamiss.hyhy.nkakasuya talaga.ano daw kya ta garo mg'kaiwal ang batches mi???huh???aminado,may mga maliliga mn tlga sa osiris.pero may mga super pride'licious mn kea sa batch mi.puset.sa quintinshill plang.hynku.dai q aram kung anong inot qng ssabihon,kung 2ngkol sa quintinshill o 2ngkol sa grad kng osi.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;osi nlang.o bsta arug kni.wednesday na ngnyan,sa mondei grad na nndah.sa maarabot na days clearance2 nlang.masiramun mg'absent pramis.kaso habo ko lang ta last days ko nmn mg'kkahriling c osi people.hbbawon lng garo kung hhilingun.kso lub'on q tlga yng batch na yn.kdaql kea q jn brkda.hyy.lalo na sa dlmo.awww.n'mmiz q lugod c mga pag'prktiz mi kad2 pra sa penafrncia.[puset.dai q nakukua ang enye!!!]&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai nku.2ngka nq.mai klase pa saaga.m'gibo papti ko leterz pra duman sa brkda qng graduating.hyhy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congratz pln sa mga awardees sa rakrakan.astig ang 4th degree burn saka counter clockwise. tapus syempre ang woodstock!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-4234077070020716131?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/4234077070020716131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/03/taas-kilikili.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/4234077070020716131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/4234077070020716131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/03/taas-kilikili.html' title='taas kilikili'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-5892772355004625161</id><published>2008-01-22T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T10:58:51.172+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plugging'/><title type='text'>my neopet</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- NeoBadge Code starts here - get your Neopet at http://www.neopets.com --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align=center width=80 border=0 cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height=80&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.neopets.com/refer.phtml?username=sapfire23' target='_top'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.neopets.com/pets/80by80/gelert_yellow_happy.gif'&lt;br /&gt; border=0 height=80 width=80 alt='sapfire23 got their Neopet at http://www.neopets.com'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height=20&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.neopets.com/refer.phtml?username=sapfire23' target='_top'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.neopets.com/badges/badge_footer1.gif' width=80 height=20 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- NeoBadge Code ends here --&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.'eto na! latest addiction ko..hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-5892772355004625161?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/5892772355004625161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-neopet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/5892772355004625161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/5892772355004625161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-neopet.html' title='my neopet'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-6023277418843119596</id><published>2008-01-20T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T10:59:48.390+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kapatalan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total rantdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='declaration'/><title type='text'>looowwnleee! aym mistuh loooowwwnleeee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am so lonely.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nobody to call my oooo-oh-owwwn!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wawa naman me!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buti pa sila may nakakausap...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may kumakausap...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aarg..i remember the smiles..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meron din sadness..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may naco-confuse..may nasu-surprise&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may devil, may angel&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syempre di mawawala ang lovestruck :x &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ung mga head-over-heels eh naglalaway pa!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may nagagalit, may umiiyak..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mga pa-cute, pa-wink2 pa.sunod naman may mag-bublush! tsk3..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di nman mawawala yung tampuhan.."not talking" daw eh. di xmpre ung isa worried naman.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meron pa rin raised eyebrows at rolling eyes..tsk3..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tska may pa-kiss2 pa! at may nalalaman pang "tongue!!!!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di naman mawawala ang hug!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at pinaka-masaklap eh "broken heart"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana nga maulit pa yung mga dati...=[ &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***ang topic ko po ay ang Yahoo! Messenger***&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at ang inenumerate ko jan eh yung mga emoticons&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iba yung iniisip nio eh..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at kaya po ako lonely eh dahil hindi na po nag-oonline yung mga ka-chat ko..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PANAWAGAN: dianne, angela, german, dea, ATE PAU, KUYA ANDREW, ATE VIC, ate lauren, brylle, toasted_siopao, tabs, jerrald, marion, marlon, marou, shayne, naxcz, special request kay rama (di ko naman kac talaga un naka2chat), mga ka-englizephyrus koh!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mag-online naman kayo oh..hindi naman lahat kayo..kahit konti2 lang..di ko kayang sabay2..oo ha?!?!?!?!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yung tatlong nka-caps kung pwde huh??? miss ko na keo! wala lang kasing ym si ate dheng..^^&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-6023277418843119596?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-2484976236199538197</id><published>2008-01-19T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:00:23.312+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>ano na lang kaya...</title><content type='html'>hai ewan. i'm supposed to be feeling happy and relaxed right now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i don't think i am.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i'm playing neopets right now. and im uploading some photos sa friendster.&gt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so don't disturb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-2484976236199538197?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first part of this song, I guess should start with something sweet&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause lovesongs often do, and you know me, i'm such a geek&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For songs that I can sing to you and I'm hoping this could be one&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that you would like me, este, like it when i'm done&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second part is easy to mix up with somethng cheesy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I better choose my words cause I don't want it to be mushy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz' that's the thing with lovesongs and that is the tricky part&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard not to sound corny when you're singing from the heart&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the chorus comes,I must come up with something clever&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz For you it's just a lovesong but for me it's now or never&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though I tried my best to make it beautiful and true&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could Never Make A Song As Beautiful As You&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the chorus comes again, I must say something clever&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz For you it's just a lovesong but for me it's now or never!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though I tried my best to make it beautiful and true&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Could Never Make A Song As Beautiful As You...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Could Never Make A Love Song As Beautiful As You &lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-9055410935934900754?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/9055410935934900754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-3035725745091883492</id><published>2008-01-12T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:25:12.718+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>tiMelesS...hHa</title><content type='html'>i have so many things to put in this blog.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to rant all about my xmas vacation.haha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I don't have the time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are coming this wednesday..and yeah, i'm suppose to be studying, not blogging.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think i'll just blog next weekend.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye for now.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/R4iMKB_HGcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rknLKcpU3B0/s1600-h/balikbayan+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/R4iMKB_HGcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rknLKcpU3B0/s320/balikbayan+143.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154523877485255106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-3035725745091883492?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/3035725745091883492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/01/timelesshha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/3035725745091883492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/3035725745091883492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/01/timelesshha.html' title='tiMelesS...hHa'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/R4iMKB_HGcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rknLKcpU3B0/s72-c/balikbayan+143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-261619048920463589</id><published>2008-01-12T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T17:15:38.651+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz results'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='names'/><title type='text'>what my name means daw..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Mara Erika Means&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated.&lt;br /&gt;You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want.&lt;br /&gt;You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. &lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. &lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.&lt;br /&gt;You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.&lt;br /&gt;You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a seeker of knowledge, and you have learned many things in your life.&lt;br /&gt;You are also a keeper of knowledge - meaning you don't spill secrets or spread gossip.&lt;br /&gt;People sometimes think you're snobby or aloof, but you're just too deep in thought to pay attention to them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&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/185751406789730572-261619048920463589?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/261619048920463589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-my-name-means-daw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/261619048920463589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/261619048920463589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-my-name-means-daw.html' title='what my name means daw..'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-6637004186554757883</id><published>2007-12-21T01:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T11:18:11.598+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total rantdom'/><title type='text'>Ang Malaking Sucker..&lt;*bow*&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;DEAR BLACK_PATA AND SUCKER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^papaliparin ko kayo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^hahamilun taka.ika man,saru ka man.ewe,gross.i don't even want to touch you.PAPAHAMIL TAKA SA BAKA.SA WHALE NALANG.in short, hamilun mo sadiri mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^you are so gross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^you make me wanna puke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^Neanderthals did exist. Neanderthals still exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^you make everybody else look/feel good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^you make everybody else lokk/feel smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^Ang Malaking Siopao. Hinati sa isa, ha! Hinati sa dalawa, ha! Binigay sa kanya, ha! Binigay sa kanya, ha! Binigay...Ang Malaking Siopao. Bow. (Repeat Chorus. Gawing Sucker ang Siopao)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ibabala kita sa kanyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^gusto kong makipagbugbugan sayo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^black_pata, hini pa ko nakakarecover since 12/19/07 nung nakita ko yung pata mong sunog na isinayawsayaw mo pa bago yung match nung zephy at osiris. that was totally revolting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^sucker, bading ka ba? you scream like a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^sa totoo lang, dai ko hate ang osiris. sa intrams man lang nagluluwas ang mga iwal2 na yan. pero kamo, intrams or not, ay heyt yo!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^putanesca! both of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^wala naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^wala na akong maisip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^saka nalang, pag nagkita ulit tayo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;by the way black_pata, when you were shaking your smutty butt while you were waving the osiris banner? binaboy mo yung banner e! ayos na sana, sumayaw ka pa. naglakad ka nalang sana. and yeah, the way you "danced" (ew,you call that dancing?), was that the best you can do? garo kaya effort mi lang to sa paglampaso. ai actually, pagsamod lang.&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/185751406789730572-6637004186554757883?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/6637004186554757883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2007/12/ang-malaking-sucker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/6637004186554757883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/6637004186554757883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2007/12/ang-malaking-sucker.html' title='Ang Malaking Sucker..&lt;*bow*&gt;'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-6957740464080924305</id><published>2007-12-20T23:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T11:19:06.536+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total rantdom'/><title type='text'>Mamatay Ka Na . . . AGAD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i don't even know kung pano ko na to sisimulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ikaw kasi!. masyado mo ko ginagalit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pano ba naman, super assuming ka! daig mo pa yung..yung..ano..ewan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basta, nakakainis ka! ay heyt yo!!!grrr.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you are so..so..so..i don't know! i don't even know how to describe you. i cannot find the words! you cannot be described by words. in fact (in f*ck) you are indefinable. i repeat: indefinable! you know why?! because i am human, AND YOU'RE NOT! do you understand me?! are you even listening to me?! aarrgh! do not even talk! because i cannot understand monkey language! why am i even talking to you?! you don't deserve my laway at all! i'm just doing this to let out my frustrations on a filthy human..er, humanoid..er,NEANDERTHAL we know as way-ow-yu.YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nga pala, alam mo yung sandpaper? baka hindi mo alam,ingles kasi. e yung papel de liha? siguro naman alam mo na,tagalog na eh. alam mo ba kung anong gamit nun? eh kung paano gumamit nun? wag ka nang mag-alala. tuturuan naman kita. may istep-bay-istep instraksyon naman dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Ito yung una mong gagawin. Mangutang ka! Dun ka mangutang sa pinagmamayabang mong tropa mo. Sigurado ako pauutangin ka nung mga nun kasi maaawa yung mga gwapong yun sa itsura mong yan.&lt;br /&gt;2) Yung perang nautang mo, ipambili mo na ng sandpaper. oo na, oo na,PAPEL DE LIHA!&lt;br /&gt;Teka, siguro nalalabuan ka na. Diba ang sabi ko magutang ka (namber wan), dun ka kukuha ng pambili ha? Mangugutang ka lang, hindi ka magpapalibre. Maya niyan, umiral nanaman yang kakapalan ng mukha mo. &lt;b&gt;NOWT:Wag pairalin ang pagka-tsip! Bilhin mo yung pinakamahusay na papel de liha. yung pinakamagaspang as in kaya nang umukit sa bato. wag nang magtipid. kahit mahal basta siguradong matibay yung bibilhin mo!&lt;/b&gt; nga pala,wag lang isa ang bibilhin mo. kailangan mo ng maraming papel de liha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) ngayon naman, kumuha ka ng isang pirasong papel de liha. ikuskos mo na ngayon yan sa mukha mo. para ka lang naghihilamos. ay siguro hindi mo yan alam. basta parang pinapahiran mo yung mukha mo habang galit ka. diinan mo ha.pampakinis yan sa magaspang mong mukha! At dahil hay-kwaliti yung papel de liha, maaari nitong mapanipis ang mukha mong nasobrahan sa kakapalan.ubusin mo lahat ng binili mo upang siguradong efektiv sa mukha mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang huling hakbang ay mahapdi sa balat. NGUNIT dahil Niyandertal ka naman, at likas na makapal ang iyong balat (lalo na sa mukha) ay hindi mo naman iyan mararamdaman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kung pagkatapos ng ilang oras ng sandpeyper terapi ay sadyang makapal pa rin yang mukha mo, basahin mo yung blogs nina Naxcz at Reuben. yung "Sa Likod Ay Mukhang Mama. Pagharap, Ikaw Ay Mamaw, Baby!" kay Naxcz, at "ang katulad mong walang katulad" kay reuben. may mga step dun. wag ka nang magmatigas, sumunod ka nalang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai istupid! stupid moron. idiotic freak. epal mo! sana naging punching bag tka nalang. e di sana may gamit ka pa! saka pwde tka pang i-punch! (duh.tht's why it's called the punching bag) puset! papalayugon taka talaga! siyet!&lt;br /&gt;aram mo,mahiling taka lang,&lt;br /&gt;it makes my day...&lt;br /&gt;...a horrible one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buti nalang talaga bakasyon na para sa krismas. kasi I can't stand school na! it sucks. uh, actually it does not. parang lang. kasi you're in it. and you suck. sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awat na. ayan, naghalo-halo na yung ingles, tagalog at bicol. buti nalang blog lang to. kung kaharap kasi kita, ewan ko lang. ayos na sana tayo. umepal ka pa. uminit tuloy yung dugo ko sayo. tandaan mo pala, don't you ever force me to talk to you. you talk nonsense e. and pag bumwelo ako, tatalakan talaga kita. o siya, tama na to. AWAT NA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;asa! epal u, epal rin me. SANA MABASA MO TOH!&lt;br /&gt;so long sucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-6957740464080924305?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/6957740464080924305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2007/12/mamatay-ka-na-by-kamikazee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/6957740464080924305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/6957740464080924305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2007/12/mamatay-ka-na-by-kamikazee.html' title='Mamatay Ka Na . . . AGAD!'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-2371986176343624604</id><published>2007-12-20T10:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T11:22:16.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total rantdom'/><title type='text'>kaboringan sa buhay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;natapos na ang intramyurals sa paaralan namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang MATAAS NA PAARALANG PANG-AGHAM NG LUNGSOD NG NAGA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi man kami ang naging kampeon sa lahat ng nagsilahok, nagagalak pa rin kami (ang &lt;em&gt;Zephyrus&lt;/em&gt;) sapagkat ginawa namin ang aming makakaya at ginawa namin ito sa ngalan ng katuwaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ts'an!.bu q na.mpagal mgtagalog.ol i wanna say is tapos na ang intrams.2nd kmi.tsampyon ang osiris.3rd ang nephythys.4th ang sysphyphers.ugma lang aq ta dai naman kami ang 4th!.hha!.after 3 yirs.haaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoi freshmen!.just to let you know.mapagal mag cheer para saindo!.nakakabulol kaya! cge,try mo daw. "GO SYSPHYPHERS! GO GO SYSPHYPHERS!" iniyo pa, "ANG LUPET, ANG LUPET. NA ASTIG, NA ASTIG. SYSPHYPHERS, SYSPHYPHERS." ika dw kayan. naging productive na maray ang salivary glands ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hay ewan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-2371986176343624604?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/2371986176343624604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2007/12/kaboringan-sa-buhay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/2371986176343624604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/2371986176343624604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2007/12/kaboringan-sa-buhay.html' title='kaboringan sa buhay'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-8821593190411473719</id><published>2007-11-11T06:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T11:23:08.631+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>zephyrus games 'o7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&gt;&gt;katatapus lng kang zephyrus game and oh well,kulelatz kami sa basketball tska cheerdance!..bwahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;pakana ni sir maskom!.hha.kung anu2 man lang na games..basketbal, volleyball, badminton, agility/strile test, chess, dama, scrabble, gg (game of the generals), jackstone (woohoo!), dodgeball, patintero, table tennis..igwa pa garung ibang games, lingaw q lang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;dae ko xA naenjoy to the hayest lvl ta tournament manager aq sa chess, dama, and scrabble..nagparabantay lang aq sainda..sa avr..isolated ngni kming maray, hanep sana, ang layo nmin sa sibilisasyon!..gnun..pero kan last match sa chess/dama/scrabble, sa khmelnytsky na kami!..yeahboi..3 matches nman lng..binayaan ko na cnda duman..ngdalan nalang kong volleyball tska badminton...bhla nmn cnda duman.hhe..kinua ko nlng c mga results..c scrabble man,haluyon natapos..puset!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;kan thurs.,dapat kuta nagpraktiz kami kato sa cheerdance kaso banggihon na, nag giribo nlang props and chuvanes si mga nagkatarada..may commotion pa pati tungkol sa radio!..*ahem ahem*..samuya nlang toh..hhe!..matibayun magdrama si tuy!..(i know dae na kmu nakaka-relate! hha!.)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;sa cheerdanz nga pala!..haha!..mayo nah!..nagparangiririt nalang all throughout the presentation..haha!..garu na mga tanga..pero okie lang..katuwaan..hhe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;for the main event: basketball!..may laban talaga kami sa boys, mauurag man!..kaso daug man giraray kami..by 1 point man lang!..hha!..pero daug mn giraray..and sa girls man..tadan!..ngiririt nalang kami sa kawat!..hha!..diitun lang kea ang tatao tlaga mag basketball, c iba kawat2 nalang!..hainku.garu na engz..go tatan!?..eu na daw yan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;awit ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;QUINTINSHILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;section la quintinshilla! mauurag, maliliga!&lt;br /&gt;section kan quintinshilla! mauurag magliga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-8821593190411473719?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/8821593190411473719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2007/11/zephyrus-games-o7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/8821593190411473719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/8821593190411473719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2007/11/zephyrus-games-o7.html' title='zephyrus games &apos;o7'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-2075999095747012723</id><published>2007-08-10T04:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T11:32:43.898+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>myong title</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;oyeAh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;laSt day na ng exAms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;uhUh.uhUh.oyeAh.ahlaVit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;taZ banD prActicE na.wheee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-2075999095747012723?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/2075999095747012723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2007/08/oyeah-last-day-na-ng-exams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/2075999095747012723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/2075999095747012723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2007/08/oyeah-last-day-na-ng-exams.html' title='myong title'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-1173075735725591513</id><published>2007-07-19T05:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T19:07:29.322+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plugging'/><title type='text'>ads</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;guys. try nio to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jessica08.bravehost.com/"&gt;www.jessica08.bravehost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang gaganda ng stories. ang galing ng gumawa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-1173075735725591513?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-5697615453840818909</id><published>2007-06-17T05:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T19:06:49.515+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total rantdom'/><title type='text'>,,teAchers,,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;english: communication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"can'tyouzeeamlookinatyou"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;kaiwal mi ni kan 2nd year. haha. maski dai nya kami na-underan kaidto. pig-paparainitan kaya ang klase mi last year. maorag man na maestro. nakakatakot lang minsan. hekhek. ang pasimuno kan "own language." paingorag lugod na "chuk chak chuvanes eklaveschak chuvaness." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;math: killer smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;"ok"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;iniyo. mga 50 times man lang siya nagsasabing ok sa laog ning 1 hour (period niya). saka inda. dai baga niyo napapagal mag-smile. maski gru highblad na smu,ngiririt pa man.weeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;mapeh:height is might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;"hain zi dy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;wahaha.mayu man..kasundo mi niung maray.maurag na adviser.loko2 arug kan quintinshill^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;ap: annie pacquiao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;si darlene talaga anggoton digdi. haha. pigpaparakarawan pati kan klase. hirak man lugod, minsan kaya sobra naman. dai lang ako maka-speak up. yede man daa. &lt;em&gt;para sayo..ang laban na toh..peace poh^^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;pro dahil saiya,nabawasan ang pagkahabu ko sa ap..yeaaahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-5697615453840818909?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/5697615453840818909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2007/06/tikcher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/5697615453840818909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/5697615453840818909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2007/06/tikcher.html' title=',,teAchers,,'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-7524410921360818731</id><published>2007-06-17T05:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T12:00:42.340+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total rantdom'/><title type='text'>chuk chak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&gt;&gt;2 weeks pa man lang ang klase and i can see that this will be one hell of a school year! changes,changes,changes! grabe ang pag-mix sa sections kaya totally haralo talaga ang klase. nanibago nani ko ta kadakol new classmates tapos dai ko na kaklase si mga classmates ko kan 1st year up to 2nd year. kakamiss man daa! tapos,,,nakakamiss man palan daa ang knytz.awww.tapos si mga nagkaharali ming batchmates. hay naketch.batas na ang osiris. ang iba pati duman feel na feel man. hihi.bako man kamo gabos. si iba lang. lol xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&gt;&gt;mayo lang. mabago na palan ko ngunyan. haha. mahigos na ko sa school. baka kaya matanggal pa ko digdi sa scool. hihihi,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-7524410921360818731?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/7524410921360818731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2007/06/chuk-chak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/7524410921360818731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/7524410921360818731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2007/06/chuk-chak.html' title='chuk chak'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-9158124375377901286</id><published>2007-06-03T05:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T12:01:23.934+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total rantdom'/><title type='text'>balik sa school??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;&gt;&gt;tomorrow i'd be going back to school. Having nothing to do this past two weeks, going back to school isn't so bad. well, at least, i have someting to do.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#993399;"   &gt;&gt;&gt;i only like the the first week of school since there would be no formal classes yet. just roaming around, chatting, and stuff. and we all know what happens in the coming weeks. well we can't do anything about it. we just have to bear with it...and..uh..try to enjoy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#993399;"   &gt;'nuff said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#993399;"   &gt;&gt;&gt;can't wait to see my friends again. ha! when we get together and join forces, &lt;em&gt;maghahasik na ng lagim&lt;/em&gt;! ngiyahahaha..hmm, we ain't that bad. we're just, i don't know, nuts maybe?..and hell, we enjoy messing around. but this school year, i don't know, i think i'd be less like that. (oohw? haha)..i will concentrate on my studies yadah yadah..i can't fail now, i should graduate from this school.haha..hey, getting in this school ain't no joke. and so is surviving four years here. uh.good luck for me.^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-9158124375377901286?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/9158124375377901286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2007/06/balik-sa-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/9158124375377901286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/9158124375377901286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2007/06/balik-sa-school.html' title='balik sa school??'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-5190985063332960042</id><published>2007-06-01T07:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T19:03:00.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>magbalik</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Magbalik by Callalily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Wala na'ng dating pagtingin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Sawa na ba sa 'king lambing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Wala ka namang dahilan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Bakit bigla na lang nang-iwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;'Di na alam ang gagawin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Upang ika'y magbalik sa 'kin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Ginawa ko naman ang lahat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Bakit bigla na lang naghanap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Hindi magbabago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Pagmamahal sa iyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Sana'y pakinggan mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Ang awit ng pusong ito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Tulad ng mundong hindi tumitigil sa pag-ikot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Pag-ibig 'di mapapagod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Tulad ng ilog na hindi tumitigil sa pag-agos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Pag-ibig 'di matatapos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Alaala'y bumabalik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Mga panahong nasasabik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Sukdulang mukha mo ay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Laging nasa panaginip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Bakit biglang pinagpalit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Pagsasamaha'y tila nawaglit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Ang dating walang hanggan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Nagkaroon ng katapusan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Hindi magbabago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Pagmamahal sa iyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Sana'y pakinggan mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Ang awit ng pusong ito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Tulad ng mundong hindi tumitigil sa pag-ikot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Pag-ibig di mapapagod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Tulad ng ilog na hindi tumitigil sa pag-agos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Pag-ibig di matatapos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Tulad ng mundong hindi tumitigil sa pag-ikot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Pag-ibig di mapapagod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Tulad ng ilog na hindi tumitigil sa pag-agos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Pag-ibig di matatapos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Tumitigil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Pag-ibig 'di matatapos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Tumitigil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Pag-ibig 'di matatapos&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/185751406789730572-5190985063332960042?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/5190985063332960042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2007/05/pag-ibig-di-matatapos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/5190985063332960042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/5190985063332960042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2007/05/pag-ibig-di-matatapos.html' title='magbalik'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185751406789730572.post-761221567160849288</id><published>2007-05-31T06:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T12:02:38.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging huh,,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:blue;"&gt;uh, i'm new here so don't expect much. I've created (and deleted) three blogs. They're just so dumb and I didn't have time for those things before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:purple;"&gt;I'm going back to school, and I hope that I will have time for blogging. I just created this blog for the sake of my sanity. I need to put into writing the things in my mind. I dunno, I just want to do it..^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/185751406789730572-761221567160849288?l=under-the-spell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/feeds/761221567160849288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2007/05/well-im-new-here-so-dont-expect-so-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/761221567160849288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/185751406789730572/posts/default/761221567160849288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://under-the-spell.blogspot.com/2007/05/well-im-new-here-so-dont-expect-so-much.html' title='blogging huh,,'/><author><name>Mara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Au4I15Gy2FE/TQ9w-AbHL5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ldhV45SGicE/s1600-R/149525_177820705562442_100000035427616_633581_7104393_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
