<?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-4878808516479896188</id><updated>2011-09-01T23:27:31.601+08:00</updated><category term='free day'/><title type='text'>lots of love, M</title><subtitle type='html'>JUST STICK YOUR NOSE OUT OF IT.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-8610774395455463584</id><published>2011-08-25T14:10:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T20:47:02.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>biblio</title><content type='html'>http://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S1089947209004651&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;effect of preoperative rectal indomethacin on postoperative pain reduction after open cholecystectomy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S108994721000465X&lt;br /&gt;Use of intravenous acetaminophen in the treatment of postoperative pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-8610774395455463584?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/8610774395455463584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=8610774395455463584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/8610774395455463584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/8610774395455463584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2011/08/httpwww.html' title='biblio'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-548390094948262475</id><published>2011-04-12T18:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T19:23:53.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST DAY</title><content type='html'>I didn't have much sleep last night so I woke up late. But I wasn't late in class, in fact, our professor was. For 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much today. We just had our orientation, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept at the entire biostat class.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch with Paolo and Reg.&lt;br /&gt;whitey white carbonara.&lt;br /&gt;Paolo's super cool phone!&lt;br /&gt;Robby and Migs' istarbuko.&lt;br /&gt;Martin's "kabobohan" and rent shop. :)))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we have our first assignment: a presentation for nutri lab.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm assigned to make the ppt. PFFTTT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-548390094948262475?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/548390094948262475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=548390094948262475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/548390094948262475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/548390094948262475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2011/04/first-day.html' title='FIRST DAY'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-3677991870887477484</id><published>2011-04-11T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T18:55:23.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DALE, HAPPY 18TH!</title><content type='html'>I'm too tired to elaborate the things that happened to day, so I'll just make it as short as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine and I enrolled today. Then we went to SM Manila to find our gift for Dale. We bought cake (which made me penniless) and  have the gifts be wrapped by a professional (NBS). We met up with Leona and planned a surprise for Dale. They were at Comic Alley and we came to them with the cake in our hands. Next stop, Market Market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original plan is at her house, then at MOA, then Galleria, then SM Sucat, then SM Bicutan, but we ended up at Market Market. Yes, we're betwixt and between when it comes to deciding the perfect place for Dale's special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode a cab and arrived at Market Market by 4. We watched The Roommate and ate pizza (PH) near the fountain side. My parents, my uncle and tita were at Market Market too, so I decided to ride home with them since I have no more money in my purse. Jasmine, Leona, and I said goodbye to Dale and Neil, and we (Jas and I) changed in our uniforms. And Jas went home after meeting my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Leona and I, with my folks, went to Rosewood to drop off my uncle and tita. I thought it would only take for a while, but they're still checking on the unit they purchased at the other building (Ivory), so we came along too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (Leona, I, and Ken) wandered along the new building, and discovered a so-called "bar" according to Ken. It's not a bar, actually, but a multi-purpose area where you can hold a party or something. Maybe a debut. Hahaha. Then, we went back to Emerald, chatted, and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness my parents came to realize that it was very late and my first day of school starts tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go to school yet. &amp;amp; I really feel soooo tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-3677991870887477484?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/3677991870887477484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=3677991870887477484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/3677991870887477484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/3677991870887477484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2011/04/dales-18th.html' title='DALE, HAPPY 18TH!'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-1924491236498011537</id><published>2011-04-10T22:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T17:48:32.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAST MINUTE</title><content type='html'>I wasn't able to come at Val's party since my dad didn't let me. So to compensate, he promised we'll go to MOA. As usual, it didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon, my mom, Justin and I bought the groceries at Puregold Jr, just in front of Gatch. When finished, we went to the bank to withdraw money for my enrollment. Just as the plan was working smoothly, I decided to ask them what time we were to go to MOA. But they told me that we'll just eat pizza and watch movie at home and relax. I disliked the idea so I acted like a child having tantrums. I told them I haven't watched movies at MOA, which is why I wrote it at my bucket list. However, after the long argumentation, I lost. They decided to watch at SM Sucat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Rio, and it was my first time watching a 3D movie.&lt;br /&gt;The glasses were epic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-1924491236498011537?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/1924491236498011537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=1924491236498011537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/1924491236498011537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/1924491236498011537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2011/04/last-minute.html' title='LAST MINUTE'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-4958779863818944874</id><published>2011-04-09T12:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T20:20:11.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>History repeats itself.</title><content type='html'>History repeats itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pansin ko lang, yung summer ko last year, halos ganun na ganun din: home alone, chores, boredom, uncles and titas, etc. Onti lang yung nabago: Kasama ko na si justin, kaya extra chore yun; Hindi pumunta yung mga pinsan ko dito sa pinas; Hindi na ako madalas naglilinis, nakakatamad na eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos, hindi na rin kami nagpupunta sa beach or magswimming man lang ng sabay-sabay. Last outing nga namin nung 2nd year HS ako. Company outing pa yun ha. Wala ng sumunod after nun. Siguro pag birthday ko na lang, pero hindi naman sila nagsswimming. Kailangan kasi mag swimsuit e. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malapit na nga magpasukan (at hindi pa ako nag-eenroll) pero hindi ko pa rin feel ang summer (medyo umuulan din kasi).  AND I'M REALLY REALLY BOREDDDDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko lang namang pumunta sa ibang lugar, o gumala, o magbeach, o mag-overnight. TSK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-4958779863818944874?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/4958779863818944874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=4958779863818944874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/4958779863818944874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/4958779863818944874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2011/04/history-repeats-itself.html' title='History repeats itself.'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-9007398726175927789</id><published>2011-04-08T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T23:42:36.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I promised not to eat rice. Yes, I didn't eat a grain of it, but I surely ate a lot today. I didn't eat breakfast so I was so hungry on lunch. I ate a bowl of special toast noodles (without rice) and then 2 cornflakes (without milk). Then I told myself not to eat something on dinner, but my stomach ended with a piece of bread, fries and mcflurry. Yes, no rice at all! Just calories and fats. :-&amp;lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-9007398726175927789?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/9007398726175927789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=9007398726175927789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/9007398726175927789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/9007398726175927789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-promised-not-to-eat-rice.html' title=''/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-3651434541214087367</id><published>2011-04-08T08:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T08:47:27.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIET DIET DIET</title><content type='html'>GAHDDDDDDDD. I totally ruined my carefully planned diet last night! I can't believe I pigged out after  6 o'clock. I already ate for dinner, which because I have to eat with Leona since she is my guest. And we got tired after all the planning and stuffs. And all I did was to finish the book I downloaded then I felt hungry and I ate the remaining fried chicken I cooked for dinner. Then my parents came home with 'pasalubong' from north park and I ate it too. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I don't have the strength to discipline myself. My Personal Goal at the moment is to have my 25" waistline back, and I wasn't even close to fulfillment. Well I have devised a new meal plan and I hope it'll work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never eat rice again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-3651434541214087367?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/3651434541214087367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=3651434541214087367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/3651434541214087367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/3651434541214087367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2011/04/diet-diet-diet.html' title='DIET DIET DIET'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-479432253441384000</id><published>2011-04-07T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T21:28:50.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY FOR SHORT SUMMER!</title><content type='html'>I thought this summer would be a bummer because of the short time-frame they gave us. But of course, nothing can beat the boredom but your friends! Cheesy muchh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For weeks now we've been planning on how to celebrate Dale's 18th birthday. We're thinking of an actual party-with-program-with-guests type of celebration, or dine-with-swim-afterwards, or maybe EK-with-dinner-and-overnight-at-Jas's. But the decision is with the debutante, isn't it? And the payer of course, which is her parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, next week's would be her day and we still haven't planned it out. Well, Leona and I already have an idea. But money hinders everything. And we're thinking of having sponsors to supply us with the materials we need. We actually thought of two! Hee hee. I'm excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GRAY &lt;span id="search"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLACK&lt;span id="search"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHITE &lt;span id="search"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="search"&gt;ANIMALS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="search"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been doing a lot of household chores lately since I'm in charge of taking care of our house. Unfortunately, Justin is included. I can't still imagine my summer being so hectic with all the chores that has to be done. These includes washing dishes, cooking for Justin, sweeping floor, bedmaking, etc. And oh, his bestfriend makes it much harder for me to cope with the circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-479432253441384000?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/479432253441384000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=479432253441384000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/479432253441384000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/479432253441384000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2011/04/yay-for-short-summer.html' title='YAY FOR SHORT SUMMER!'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-1397712234999865988</id><published>2011-02-06T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T01:19:30.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANG JEJEMON KO DATI</title><content type='html'>HELLO OLD BLOG! It's been awhile since I had this interest in writing everything here. I only open this when my email is faulty and I had to copy-paste it here. Oh well, this brings a portion of my life and I have to take care of it - visit and fill with something interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is interesting, I was browsing everything related to my past: pictures, letters, blogs, test papers, diaries, etc. I had fun doing so 'cause I can't help myself not to laugh on the weird, sentimental me years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was googling my name and my Xanga site appeared. I read all the posts I've written and i'm like "WHOA. ANG JEJEMON KO NAMAN DATI!" All those love i felt with 'the starfish', the BV days, the happy days (though i don't remember why), the quotes I remember I got from Encarta, the adventures with BFFS, Dale's Mr. D, and a lot more. But what makes it more funny is my writing style. My jeje-writing. It was really popular back then! I wonder if those so-called jejebusters were also jejemons before. Those fonts were really a hit before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also browsed some of our pictures. It was hilarious. really funny. and honestly, ang jejemon niya. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know, I know, I was a jejemon back then.&lt;br /&gt;But jejemons before are cool, right? ;)&lt;br /&gt;WAG MONG IKAILA, JEJEMON KA DIN DATI. USO YUN. HAHAHAHA.&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/4878808516479896188-1397712234999865988?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/1397712234999865988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=1397712234999865988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/1397712234999865988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/1397712234999865988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2011/02/ang-jejemon-ko-dati.html' title='ANG JEJEMON KO DATI'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-1585996309112859837</id><published>2010-12-05T19:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T00:37:31.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TODAY IS... i don't know. i really don't know. I just wanted to kill one of my professors. Nah, i really don't think she's behind my melancholy. Maybe I'm just being shallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week reminds me of my last ParSci days but of course, nothing still beats the weights of what that school brings. I miss that school. I miss my High School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, outta here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-1585996309112859837?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/1585996309112859837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=1585996309112859837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/1585996309112859837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/1585996309112859837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2010/12/today-is.html' title=''/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-520537173059861610</id><published>2010-12-01T10:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T10:49:52.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The model of the laptop is HP Pavilion Dv3-2226TX which weighs 2.24 kg - very lightweight and useful for everyday use. It also uses a Core 2 DUO T6600 CPU processor, 2.2GHz CPU frequency. The screen size is 13.4 WXGA LED, which allows for bigger viewing. The total memory capacity is 2GB plus a 320 GB hard disk capacity. The graphics uses a NVIDIA GeForce G105M. It has a DVD player and recorder. It has a Web-Cam, with an integrated digital microphone. It also has a cardreader, with HDMI and VGA cable. It also supports Bluetooth (Bluetooth 2.1 + EDR).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-520537173059861610?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/520537173059861610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=520537173059861610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/520537173059861610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/520537173059861610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2010/12/model-of-laptop-is-hp-pavilion-dv3.html' title=''/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-7025313014867221710</id><published>2010-12-01T10:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T10:48:31.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>assignment sa NI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://medialane.net/media/tland_laptop_halfpage_b.jpg"&gt;http://medialane.net/media/tland_laptop_halfpage_b.jpg&lt;/a&gt; eto mas maganda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;specifications :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Core 2 DUO T6600 2.22 GHz&lt;br /&gt;320 GB Hardisk/7200 RPM&lt;br /&gt;2 GB DDR3/1333 MHz&lt;br /&gt;DVD-RW (Lightscribe)&lt;br /&gt;NVIDIA 105M 512 MB&lt;br /&gt;13.1 WXGA LED&lt;br /&gt;CardReader, HDMI, VGA&lt;br /&gt;eSATA, Wireless Lan, GigaLan, Web-Cam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screen size: 13.4 inches&lt;br /&gt;CPU: Intel Core 2 Duo T660 ...&lt;br /&gt;CPU frequency: 2.2GHz&lt;br /&gt;Memory Capacity: 2GB&lt;br /&gt;Hard disk capacity: 320GB&lt;br /&gt;Graphics: NVIDIA GeForce G105M&lt;br /&gt;Drive Type: DVD Recorder&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 2.24Kg&lt;br /&gt;Camera: support, integrated digital microphone ...&lt;br /&gt;Bluetooth: support, Bluetooth 2.1 + EDR&lt;br /&gt;Operating System: Genuine Windows 7 Home B. ..&lt;br /&gt;Warranty: 2 years parts and labor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The model of the laptop is HP Pavilion Dv3-2226TX which weighs 2.24 kg - very lightweight and useful for everyday use. It also uses a Core 2 DUO T6600 CPU processor, 2.2GHz CPU frequency. The screen size is 13.4 WXGA LED, which allows for bigger viewing. The total memory capacity is 2GB plus a 320 GB hard disk capacity. The graphics uses a NVIDIA GeForce G105M. It has a DVD player and recorder. It has a Web-Cam, with an integrated digital microphone. It also has a cardreader, with HDMI and VGA cable. It also supports Bluetooth (Bluetooth 2.1 + EDR).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-7025313014867221710?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/7025313014867221710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=7025313014867221710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/7025313014867221710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/7025313014867221710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2010/12/assignment-sa-ni_01.html' title='assignment sa NI'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-8599255442318347983</id><published>2010-12-01T10:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T10:45:25.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>assignment sa NI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/smmahbub/3257410333/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/smmahbub/3257410333/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://medialane.net/media/tland_laptop_halfpage_b.jpg"&gt;http://medialane.net/media/tland_laptop_halfpage_b.jpg&lt;/a&gt; eto mas maganda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;specifications :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Core 2 DUO T6600 2.22 GHz&lt;br /&gt;320 GB Hardisk/7200 RPM&lt;br /&gt;2 GB DDR3/1333 MHz&lt;br /&gt;DVD-RW (Lightscribe)&lt;br /&gt;NVIDIA 105M 512 MB&lt;br /&gt;13.1 WXGA LED&lt;br /&gt;CardReader, HDMI, VGA&lt;br /&gt;eSATA, Wireless Lan, GigaLan, Web-Cam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screen size: 13.4 inches&lt;br /&gt;CPU: Intel Core 2 Duo T660 ...&lt;br /&gt;CPU frequency: 2.2GHz&lt;br /&gt;Memory Capacity: 2GB&lt;br /&gt;Hard disk capacity: 320GB&lt;br /&gt;Graphics: NVIDIA GeForce G105M&lt;br /&gt;Drive Type: DVD Recorder&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 2.24Kg&lt;br /&gt;Camera: support, integrated digital microphone ...&lt;br /&gt;Bluetooth: support, Bluetooth 2.1 + EDR&lt;br /&gt;Operating System: Genuine Windows 7 Home B. ..&lt;br /&gt;Warranty: 2 years parts and labor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The model of the laptop is HP Pavilion Dv3-2226TX which weighs 2.24 kg - very lightweight and useful for everyday use. It also uses a Core 2 DUO T6600 CPU processor, 2.2GHz CPU frequency. The screen size is 13.4 WXGA LED, which allows for bigger viewing. The total memory capacity is 2GB plus a 320 GB hard disk capacity. The graphics uses a NVIDIA GeForce G105M. It has a DVD player and recorder. It has a Web-Cam, with an integrated digital microphone. It also has a cardreader, with HDMI and VGA cable. It also supports Bluetooth (Bluetooth 2.1 + EDR).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-8599255442318347983?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/8599255442318347983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=8599255442318347983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/8599255442318347983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/8599255442318347983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2010/12/assignment-sa-ni.html' title='assignment sa NI'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-8659815961397865348</id><published>2010-04-29T03:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T03:27:58.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What motivates me to study?</title><content type='html'>When I was in grade school, my parents always tell me that I will be given a “special prize” if I do well in school and if I don’t, a long sermon awaits me. That basically motivated me to study at first, but suddenly declined due to their delayed promises. As I move on to secondary education, the allowance given to us every month inspired me to study. I was a scholar back then, and therefore I must maintain an “above average” grade to be able to retain in that school and to receive the monthly allowance as well. Perhaps it was money that motivated me to study then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer, I can not hardly see why I still pursue nursing considering that I shouldn’t be in this course in the first place. However, the face of my mom and dad that keeps appearing to me, as if they were haunting me, was mainly the reason why I still continue. I really don’t want to have my summer vacation be bombarded by summer classes and I certainly also don’t want to put to waste the efforts of my parents. Who would want to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This college, my perception of studying and education broadened. For me, it defines a person. If you are educated, you can get a job and have a better life in the future. If you are educated, you can feel and be seen like an expert. If you are educated, you can feel like a “big part of the society”. Lastly, if you are educated, there is a big desire to help other people, to make them an educated person as well.&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/4878808516479896188-8659815961397865348?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/8659815961397865348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=8659815961397865348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/8659815961397865348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/8659815961397865348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-motivates-me-to-study.html' title='What motivates me to study?'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-2461589889078219414</id><published>2010-01-28T19:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T19:41:50.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABUNDANT BAKERY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/S2F25_zzO9I/AAAAAAAAAJU/j04WV21NmV0/s1600-h/DSC07534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/S2F05ex8XnI/AAAAAAAAAIc/u9pocxskquE/s320/DSC07525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431751156449435250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/S2Fy625nq_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/ju_1qeNnvpc/s1600-h/DSC07524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/S2Fy625nq_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/ju_1qeNnvpc/s320/DSC07524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431748981080697842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;we really don't have classes today, ALL THOMASIAN STUDENTS, from high school to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;UP&lt;br /&gt;my bro's specialty: egg burger&lt;br /&gt;abundant calling card&lt;br /&gt;letter of request&lt;br /&gt;parish involvement&lt;br /&gt;burger machine&lt;br /&gt;ALEX&lt;br /&gt;playground&lt;br /&gt;ABUNDANT BAKERY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;there you go DALE.&lt;br /&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/4878808516479896188-2461589889078219414?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/2461589889078219414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=2461589889078219414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/2461589889078219414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/2461589889078219414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2010/01/abundant-bakery.html' title='ABUNDANT BAKERY'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/S2F25_zzO9I/AAAAAAAAAJU/j04WV21NmV0/s72-c/DSC07534.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-8910926226816822265</id><published>2010-01-25T17:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T17:57:02.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YET ANOTHER stupid post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GRABE. i never thought  i would actually not blog again.&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/4878808516479896188-8910926226816822265?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/8910926226816822265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=8910926226816822265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/8910926226816822265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/8910926226816822265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2010/01/yet-another-stupid-post.html' title='YET ANOTHER stupid post'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-557011422040519865</id><published>2009-12-19T14:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T20:52:32.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PASKUHAN 2009: PAO DAY</title><content type='html'>i woke up late and i haven't studied yet. my stupid alarm didn't ring. it's also pao's fault, actually, for not waking me up at 2. i just read my notes, then off to school. pao texted me, saying she also haven't studied, so we're equal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NCM and English. i know i got a very low grades this sem. DUH, paskuhan na kaya! why study? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOCK CHRISTMAS PARTY. wok with me, isang tagong restaurant sa dapitan. onti lang ata kumakain dun e...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-557011422040519865?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/557011422040519865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=557011422040519865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/557011422040519865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/557011422040519865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2009/12/paskuhan-2009-pao-day.html' title='PASKUHAN 2009: PAO DAY'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-1825852239547233872</id><published>2009-12-06T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T00:04:37.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FCUK. walang stars.</title><content type='html'>shit. sobrang nababadtrip ako. alam mo yun, yung parang wala ka namang kasalanan. sila yun... tapos they blame you because of it. and then everything went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi kami nang-iwan. in fact, we were just there, waiting for them. and then what? we waited until wala ding nangyari... wala si jasmine. we were three, and the ride requires 5 pairs of human beings. so, ano ako? edi stranger yung katabi ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos, ako, i mean kami pa ang sisisihin na nang-iwan? ANG KAPAL MO &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(isang dota boy)&lt;/span&gt;! hindi mo lang alam kung gano kami nabadtrip nung mga panahong iyon. nicole, krizzy, and i, we all texted jasmine, asking kung dadating  pa ba, nasaan na kasi malapit na yung sundo, gabi na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAYYY NAKOOO.&lt;br /&gt;i need you nicole! :((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tumawag parents ni jasmine. nasagot ng nanay ko. i don't know kung ano mga pinag-usapan nila. pero i am sure na it has something to do with where jasmine is now. FCUK. jasmine pa naman texted her parents na hinatid namin siya, but it's the other way around. shit. (sorry for committing again sins).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kanina pa ako umiiyak. kamusta na kaya si jasmine? nakauwi na ba siya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my. help me. wish everything would be just the same as they were. wish everything would return to where they used to be. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-1825852239547233872?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/1825852239547233872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=1825852239547233872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/1825852239547233872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/1825852239547233872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2009/12/fcuk-walang-stars.html' title='FCUK. walang stars.'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-2021391613317390451</id><published>2009-10-19T20:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T20:47:46.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHA. weird day.</title><content type='html'>super tagal na pala akong hindi nagpopost. i have this calendar kasi in my filler where i put all those unforgettable events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, it was a really weird day. yesterday too, for i can't feel so much pressure despite the fact that our finals is near. i mean, no assignments? maybe there is... it's just that i can't feel uhmm... nevermind. haha. WEIRD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh right. there was an earthquake awhile ago, during our psych class. haha. it was actually my first time experiencing one. i thought it was just jasmine who pushes us, but then we realized that it was an earthquake! haha. gosh, if you could just look at my reaction. it was so funny! like, i was finding something in my clear book when the earthquake came, and then i didn't move for a while. it was as if i'm really shocked! haha. seriously! i was staring at Krizzy, and she was staring at me too. :)) sir tadle also stopped... haha. our topic pa naman is consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on, our TFN class is... also the same as the previous ones. discussion. english class? we had a test and i forgot how to write bibliographical entries on websites. i just don't understand why don't someone give some updates whether or not there is a test. i mean, if you don't go online, you will never know what will happen the next day. Good thing there was so much time to study in the morning. haha. who cares by the way? it's just a review. but a recorded one. again, WEIRD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch time! we ate at the ihaw-ihaw restaurant along Antonio st. sedi, pao and i ordered liempo. jasmine didn't order something but bought toron. it was so NAKAKABUSOG like in student canteen at intramuros. then, we forced sedi to treat us ice creams (because her birthday is on wednesday and she will soon leave us and go back to Gensan). she changed her mind and treated us halo-halo instead, with matching chicharap. haha. :)) that was actually the reason why we were late in our chem lab class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem lab. we just reviewed for our finals. i still love mrs. pena. :)) i hope she loves me too. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISMISSAL. we went to nicole's condo to finish our filipino compilation. everyone was working! luckily, jea proposed that she would finish it all. haha. problem solved. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FX. i sat in the middle row and i can't hardly fit in. i just hate whenever boys ang mga katabi ko. haha. so, i took a nap and then i heard the 'drift' sound twice. i opened my eyes and was shocked that the driver bumped to the van in front of us. fortunately, it was just a scratch, maybe, because the man didn't even reported the driver to the police, though he actually went out to see the damage and even knocked at our window so hard. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, there is no assignment.&lt;br /&gt;i want to go to the perya tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;hope my mom would allow me to.&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/4878808516479896188-2021391613317390451?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/2021391613317390451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=2021391613317390451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/2021391613317390451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/2021391613317390451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2009/10/hahaha-weird-day.html' title='HAHAHA. weird day.'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-6445659482792440806</id><published>2009-09-09T18:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T18:51:17.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Physical Activity for Teens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SqeIYONOoVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/jFusk0o4aPw/s1600-h/kids+fitness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SqeIYONOoVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/jFusk0o4aPw/s320/kids+fitness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379418229629165906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Experts recommend that teens and children (starting at age   6) do moderate to vigorous activity at least 1 hour every day.&lt;sup class="Reference"&gt;  &lt;/sup&gt; And 3 or more days a week, what they choose to do   should: &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make them breathe harder and make the heart beat     much faster.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make their muscles stronger. For example, they could     play tug-of-war, lift weights, or use resistance bands.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make their     bones stronger. For example, they could run, jump rope, or play basketball or     tennis.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;It’s okay for them to be active in smaller blocks of time that   add up to 1 hour or more each day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sometimes you'll need to urge   your teen to exercise. You can help motivate your teen by setting an example.   If regular exercise is a normal part of family life, teens may see it as   natural to start or keep exercising. Household chores count as physical   activity too.&lt;sup class="Reference"&gt; &lt;a href="http://health.yahoo.com/fitness-overview/physical-activity-for-teens/healthwise--zj1425.html#zj1425-bib"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;Talk with your teen about the physical   benefits of exercise, such as improved mood or energy level.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Although competitive sports are a great way for teens to be physically   active while they learn valuable social skills, be aware that sports are not   for everyone. Focus on things that your teen enjoys doing, whether it's   competitive or noncompetitive sports or personal fitness activities (such as   jogging, yoga, or cycling). Some teens may prefer individual sports (such as   karate, gymnastics, and swimming) over group sports (such as soccer or   baseball).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Help your teen avoid competition that stresses winning   over everything else, including sportsmanship and schoolwork.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Teens who compete in sports are at risk of injury. Many activities   require repeated movements or require that bones repeatedly bear weight.   Overuse injuries occur from stressing the joints, muscles, or other tissues and   not letting them recover. The growing bones of young athletes may not be able   to handle as much stress as the mature bones of adults. Repeated stress on the   body may lead to irritation,   &lt;a href="http://health.yahoo.com/fitness-overview/inflammation/healthwise--sti150782.html"&gt;inflammation&lt;/a&gt;,   &lt;a href="http://health.yahoo.com/fitness-overview/stress-fractures/healthwise--sts15188.html"&gt;stress fractures&lt;/a&gt;, or other conditions. For example, a   swimmer may get a   &lt;a href="http://health.yahoo.com/fitness-overview/rotator-cuff-injury/healthwise--uh1900.html"&gt;rotator cuff injury&lt;/a&gt; because he or she doesn't realize   that fatigue or poor performance is a sign of overuse.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Teens who   take part in endurance events, year-round sports, or weekend tournaments, and   teens who diet to stay at a certain weight for a sport (such as gymnastics or   wrestling) are also at risk for varied injuries. The American Academy of   Pediatrics (AAP) recommends limiting one sport to a maximum of 5 days a week,   with at least 1 day off each week from any organized physical activity. Also,   the AAP suggests that athletes have at least 2 to 3 months off each year from   their particular sport.&lt;sup class="Reference"&gt;  &lt;/sup&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Anyone who does   too much activity without proper conditioning is at risk for injury.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;source: http://health.yahoo.com/fitness-overview/physical-activity-for-teens/healthwise--zj1425.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-6445659482792440806?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/6445659482792440806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=6445659482792440806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/6445659482792440806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/6445659482792440806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2009/09/physical-activity-for-teens.html' title='Physical Activity for Teens'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SqeIYONOoVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/jFusk0o4aPw/s72-c/kids+fitness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-2870237982601500582</id><published>2009-09-09T18:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T18:42:58.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitness: Some Basic Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is fitness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SqeGa5fwV8I/AAAAAAAAAHM/Wm01pWsn5AU/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SqeGa5fwV8I/AAAAAAAAAHM/Wm01pWsn5AU/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379416076586080194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Fitness means being able to perform physical activity. It also means having the energy and strength to feel as good as possible. Getting more fit, even a little bit, can improve your health. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You don't have to be an athlete to be fit. Athletes reach a very high level of fitness. And people who take brisk half-hour walks every day reach a good level of fitness. Even people who can't do that much can work toward some level of fitness that helps them feel better and have more energy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This topic focuses on health-related fitness, which helps you feel your best and lowers your risk for certain diseases. Making small changes in your daily lifestyle helps you improve your fitness.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;What are the benefits of fitness?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Fitness helps you feel better and have more energy for work and leisure time. You'll feel more able to do things like playing with your kids, gardening, dancing, or biking. Children and teens who are fit may have more energy and better focus at school. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When you stay active and fit, you burn more calories, even when you're at rest. Being fit lets you do more physical activity. And it lets you exercise harder without as much work. It can also help manage weight.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Fitness is good for your heart, lungs, bones, and joints. And it lowers your risk for heart attack, diabetes, high blood pressure, and some cancers. It also can help you to sleep better, handle stress better, and keep your mind sharp.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;How much physical activity do you need for health-related fitness?&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SqeGjEPOFCI/AAAAAAAAAHU/AHmFOJZtvNI/s1600-h/jogging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SqeGjEPOFCI/AAAAAAAAAHU/AHmFOJZtvNI/s320/jogging.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379416216908469282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To improve your health, it’s important to make physical activity part of your daily life. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;One way is to get moderate activity, like brisk walking, for at least 2½ hours a week. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Or you can do vigorous exercise, like running, for at least 1¼ hours a week. This activity makes you breathe harder and have a much faster heartbeat than at rest. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Experts recommend that teens and children (starting at age 6) do moderate to vigorous activity at least 1 hour every day. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here’s how you can tell if an activity or exercise is making you work hard enough. If you can't talk while you do it, you're working too hard. You're at the right level if you can talk but not sing during the activity. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;What types of physical activity improve fitness?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The activities you choose depend on which kind of fitness you want to improve. There are three different kinds of fitness: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flexibility&lt;/strong&gt;      is the ability to move your joints and muscles through their full range of      motion. Stretching is an exercise that helps you to be more flexible.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aerobic fitness&lt;/strong&gt;      means increasing how well your body uses oxygen. This depends on the      condition of your heart, lungs, and muscles. Any activity that raises your      heart rate, such as walking or running, can improve aerobic fitness.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muscle fitness&lt;/strong&gt;      means building stronger muscles and increasing how long you can use them      (called endurance). Activities like weight lifting or push-ups can improve      your muscular fitness.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You may be in better shape in one kind of fitness than another. For example, you might be flexible but have poor muscle strength. It’s best to work on all three kinds of fitness.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-2870237982601500582?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/2870237982601500582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=2870237982601500582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/2870237982601500582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/2870237982601500582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2009/09/fitness-some-basic-facts.html' title='Fitness: Some Basic Facts'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SqeGa5fwV8I/AAAAAAAAAHM/Wm01pWsn5AU/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-2064168243982069881</id><published>2009-07-18T21:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T21:11:26.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wooo. wooo. weee.</title><content type='html'>phew. it's been a month, a month-long exposure to hell. i dunno, it feels weird and awkward. thought my college life would be the much-awaited freedom, yet it turned out to be just the same. seriously, is it just the course, with which i really didn't even think of, or the negative aura that surrounds our room?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-2064168243982069881?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/2064168243982069881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=2064168243982069881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/2064168243982069881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/2064168243982069881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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waited for 2 hours (that's actually pretty normal, i guess) and then have our lunch at Mcdo. iniwan na rin ako dun. haaaay, medyo kabado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first class is chem lab, room 601. dyahe dahil hindi namin alam kung saan yun. so, nagtanong-tanong kami. 6th floor daw. what? eh hanggang 4th floor lang daw yung building. well, may mabait na nagsabing dun daw sa annex kami dumaan. edi narating din namin siya. late kami, siguro mga 5 minutes lang. tapos after 10 minutes, dismissed na kami. haha. :)) we just presented our registration forms and the professor introduced herself briefly and then tapos na kagad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basta, hindi muna ako umuwi. sinamahan ko si jasmine para kunin yung uniform niya. tapos madami pa kaming pinuntahan, kasama yung ate niya at yung mom niya. tapos pumunta na rin sa harison plaza para bumili ng binder. may katangahan nga palang ginawa si jasmine: yung number namin sa baggage counter nawala niya. buti na lang at may mabait na nagbalik nun at nakuha pa rin namin yung bags namin. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hinatid din ako ni jasmine sa tapat ng CCP para mag-abang ng fx. actually, rush hour na siya at wala talaga kaming makitang fx na may bakante. siguro mga isang oras akong nakatayo dun pero buti na lang at may mabait na lalaki (actually kinausap siya ni jasmine kaya medyo friends na rin kami) na pinauna na ako. yey! at nakauwi naman ako.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-1432776675834837304?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/1432776675834837304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=1432776675834837304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SjBsDud7I5I/AAAAAAAAAG0/4KnousOQzP0/s1600-h/justin+and+gabrielle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SjBsDud7I5I/AAAAAAAAAG0/4KnousOQzP0/s400/justin+and+gabrielle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345891568957727634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gabrielle and Justin Cavan on Purple Hunt at Market Market.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot the date but it was last week. just got the photo from yahoo.ph&lt;br /&gt;justin's so skinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/4878808516479896188-7920819277916189165?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SjBsDud7I5I/AAAAAAAAAG0/4KnousOQzP0/s72-c/justin+and+gabrielle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-2754799180003103655</id><published>2009-06-08T15:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T15:34:16.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>am i being harsh? or just being myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just minutes ago, arwin asked me what's the title of our research. maybe, he sort of forgotten it or he is joking. well i typed 'shit', with matching 'haha :))' for i don't want misunderstandings to show up. but then he didn't reply. i panicked. so i typed the title of our research but again, no reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, what does that means? am i harsh? i was just joking. what i've said means 'shit. wag mo na ngang ipaalala yan' and not ' piss off arwin!'. omg. is he mad at me? like he is just being kind... and playing jokes at the same time... but does it seem a bit odd not to reply after the things, that for me isn't bad at all, i have said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just overreacting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-2754799180003103655?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/2754799180003103655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=2754799180003103655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/2754799180003103655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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lahat ng mga gawaing bahay tas NAGBROWN-OUT. buti na lang at nakaligo na ako ng mga 9 pero badtrip, hindi ako nakapagnet. pero ayos lang. may langka na naman galing sa kapitbahay. YEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super lakas ng hangin pero hindi naman umuulan. ang kalat na nga ng garahe kasi puro dahon na nahulog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SipJrA3v3AI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Q-PukJyuSUc/s1600-h/DSC06722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SipJrA3v3AI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Q-PukJyuSUc/s320/DSC06722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344164911145540610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;buti na lang naabutan ko pa yung code geass r2. ending na kasi (actually napanood ko na siya ng ilang beses). korny nga kasi tinakpan yung sinaksak si lelouch tas binlack and white yung mga dugo. corny! haha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobrang bagal ng internet! sobra. ni hindi ako maka-resto city at barn buddy tas ang bagal pa bago mabuksan yung dashboard ng blog ko. badtrip. sh*t. fcuk. ang bagal sobrang bagal! p*ta. sobrang nakakbadtrip kasi bat dati kahit umuulan mabilis pa rin tas ngayon babagal bagal. curse you pldt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-3341385977717298529?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/3341385977717298529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=3341385977717298529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/3341385977717298529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/3341385977717298529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2009/06/friday.html' title='friday. :)'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SipJrA3v3AI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Q-PukJyuSUc/s72-c/DSC06722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-653862990067287154</id><published>2009-06-06T18:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T18:36:56.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thursday.</title><content type='html'>grabe. umagang-umaga nagrereklamo ako sa mga kamalasang nangyayari. nakakabadtrip din kasi kapag maghuhugas ka ng pinggan tas may mga kanin kanin sa plato. i really those people who don't finish everything in their plate. ewe. kadiri talaga. so parang mura ako ng mura kasi sobrang nakakbadtrip. pero nakakagulat kasi may nagdoorbell at yung kapitbahay pala yun. and then may hawak siyang LANGKA! yey. hindi na ako badtrip. may langka na eh. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same again. home alone. then did all the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cooked breakfast for lunch - toasted bread cooked in an old-fashioned way and egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SipF4TGFCcI/AAAAAAAAAGE/zce6mODA9Pc/s1600-h/DSC06701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 189px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SipF4TGFCcI/AAAAAAAAAGE/zce6mODA9Pc/s320/DSC06701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344160741329275330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SipF35XpjVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/eReOeK-b48s/s1600-h/DSC06702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SipF35XpjVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/eReOeK-b48s/s320/DSC06702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344160734423649618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also cooked burger patties for our dinner. sorry but i can only fry things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SipF4JejLKI/AAAAAAAAAF8/v2Pz_iGqzaI/s1600-h/DSC06703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SipF4JejLKI/AAAAAAAAAF8/v2Pz_iGqzaI/s320/DSC06703.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344160738747559074" 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/4878808516479896188-653862990067287154?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/653862990067287154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=653862990067287154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/653862990067287154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/653862990067287154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2009/06/thursday.html' title='thursday.'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SipF4TGFCcI/AAAAAAAAAGE/zce6mODA9Pc/s72-c/DSC06701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-2346788353624892608</id><published>2009-06-04T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T10:47:53.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wednesday.</title><content type='html'>home alone... again. first thing in the morning, i washed the dishes then cleaned the house then ate my breakfast then cleaned again the house then played barn buddy then cooked lunch then watched tv then cooked dinner then fed the dogs then wash the dishes again. phew. what a tiring day. i thought being alone would be great but you will have to do the house-keeping and other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagbrown-out din pero saglit lang. i think it's for 2-3 hours. i missed my favorite shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cooked chicken tonkatsu for our dinner but it was a disaster! the chicken was hard and can't easily be eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom went home. and justin and dad too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird dream: lahat ng f4 nasa bahay. si jun pyo nasa cr namin tas si ji hoo kasama ko sa gilid. ewan ko na sa iba. basta pupunta daw kami ni ji hoo sa likod pero nakita ni jun pyo yung paa ko so tumakbo ako (yung cr kasi may bintana na nakaharap sa gilid). pero si ji hoo diretso sa likod tas ako sa harap. tas sa may gate, may nakita akong bata tas naglaro kami ng matagal. edi si ji hoo kawawa naman kasi hinihintay niya ako sa likod ng bahay so pinuntahan ko na siya. tas pumasok kami sa bahay tas NALIGO KAMI NG SABAY! grabe. may tshirt ako pero wala akong underwear. :)) nakalimutan ko na kung ano yung suot niya basta sabay kami naligo. nakaupo nga lang kami habang nagshshower. tapos umalis na ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next scene naman nasa multi daw (yung tapat ng puregold) basta ewan ko ba. kami ni jasmine umakyat sa overpass tas si leona sasama samen. hindi ko alam kung bakit pero biglang bumalik si leona kasi may pasok daw siya. tas biglang nawala si jasmine tas andun daw ako sa bahay ni CRESPO. ewan ko ba kung bakit napunta sa bahay ni Crespo basta malaki daw yung bahay pero wala siya. tas. tas. nakalimutan ko na. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basta, sobrang weird. kahapon nga napanaginipan ko si delia. katakot. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-2346788353624892608?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/2346788353624892608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=2346788353624892608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/2346788353624892608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/2346788353624892608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2009/06/wednesday.html' title='wednesday.'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-4605506139941829792</id><published>2009-06-03T13:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T18:55:07.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maskara (?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SiS9GOoXzJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/PwkPK4TtRQI/s1600-h/DSC06456+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SiS9GOoXzJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/PwkPK4TtRQI/s320/DSC06456+edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342602972672543890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'm really upset for my parents wanted me to accompany my auntie for maybe a week, not mentioning she's with her 'ingleserang' apo (my nephew). i mean, it's not that i don't know how to speak english. it's the... uhmmm, i just hate speaking in english. my english sucks, i know. that's why instead of practicing orally, i created this blog to improve my skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, my father did mention to me that i should not be afraid of talking to my cousins. i'm not afraid, i'm just... anti-social sometimes. i'm a gemini after all. i talk and mingle to those whom i know and is interesting to be with, but there are also times where i can become uncertain of the surroundings and be hard, irritable and also feels like being alone. [sigh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a gemini, like me, has double personality. which also means that i can be talkative and sweet but be silent and bitter after some time. i remember sir dids explaining what a gemini is (i think he's also a gemini). he said that "geminis are not plastic, it's just that they have two personalities."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. whether i like it or not, i will be with them everyday. maybe dad's right. it's not a big deal and they're my family after all. they deserve to be treated with love and care while they're here. they deserve my hospitality (if i have). or maybe i'll just wear a mask and hide what's really inside me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SiS7gDVYU-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/Yk-F2upHCQs/s1600-h/DSC06682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SiS7gDVYU-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/Yk-F2upHCQs/s320/DSC06682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342601217293439970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i really had fun blogging with pictures last sunday. so i decided that i'll be taking the camera with me and take pictures of everything abnormal i see. right, the picture above shows the gifts i received on my birthday celeb - a chocolate from my parents and a dream catcher from leona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;pag-uwi nila papa, may pasalubong siya. JOLLIBEE! :)) edi kinain ko kagad yung Burger. tas may nakita pa akong onting chocolates. haha. tataba ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SipKzq4pjDI/AAAAAAAAAGU/mRO25rcbeyo/s1600-h/DSC06693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SipKzq4pjDI/AAAAAAAAAGU/mRO25rcbeyo/s320/DSC06693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344166159374191666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SipKzmuSlpI/AAAAAAAAAGc/EzuTvZoSFUQ/s1600-h/DSC06691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SipKzmuSlpI/AAAAAAAAAGc/EzuTvZoSFUQ/s320/DSC06691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344166158257002130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mom and justin spent the night at the condo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/4878808516479896188-4605506139941829792?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/4605506139941829792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=4605506139941829792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/4605506139941829792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/4605506139941829792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2009/06/maskara.html' title='maskara (?)'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SiS9GOoXzJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/PwkPK4TtRQI/s72-c/DSC06456+edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-2592102035988392626</id><published>2009-06-02T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:50:49.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wooohoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/" style="background: transparent url(http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/img/badge1.png) no-repeat scroll 0% 0%; display: block; width: 300px; height: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; padding-top: 50px; padding-left: 60px; color: rgb(0, 153, 51); font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; font-family: Times New Roman,Arial,serif; font-size: 40px;"&gt;90 words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/"&gt;Typingtest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;haha. nahigitan ko rin yung dati ko. :)) wala lang. wala kasing magawa eh. sobrang boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-2592102035988392626?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/2592102035988392626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=2592102035988392626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/2592102035988392626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/2592102035988392626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2009/05/wooohoo.html' title='wooohoo'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-5903746320931101861</id><published>2009-06-01T09:19:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:10:37.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boy band. :))</title><content type='html'>so, natuloy yung bday celeb ko sa condo. pagdating doon, gumawa kagad kami ng ref cake (kahit medyo kapos sa ingredients). nanood din kami ng mga DVD na dala ni leona. not all of them worked. barbero kasi yung DVD player, choosy kasi. but we ended up watching one-fourth of the movie Kulam (i forgot the whole title) kasi we got excited to swim 'cause it was raining. pero hindi muna kami naka-swimming kasi may nakita kaming mga nilalang sa swimming pool na naka-bikini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leona and i got intimidated kasi... diba? so we waited na umalis sila pero hindi pa rin. so, bumaba na kami para tignan sila ng malapitan (yuck. para kaming stalkers). dun kami sa cabana 1, which is 14 steps away from the pool (according to dale), and a few centimeters away from them. nagkwentuhan muna kami tas after maybe ten minutes of doing nothing but staring at them, we decided to swim. 'walang pakialamanan' nga naman. so we went back to the unit and wore our swimsuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SiM4JFZr4BI/AAAAAAAAADk/2MBA0Ea4pDU/s1600-h/DSC06627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SiM4JFZr4BI/AAAAAAAAADk/2MBA0Ea4pDU/s320/DSC06627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342175311711428626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, naglaro kami nung habulan sa pool at ako na naman yung taya. ewan ko ba, nakakatakot daw kasi ako. :)) doon nga lang pala kami sa isang side ng pool (borderline yung bridge) kasi ayaw namin makihalo dun sa mga naka-bikini (na medyo hindi naman pala magaganda). enjoy naman, kasi umuulan kaya hindi kami massunburn. namiss nga rin pala ni dale yung 'vibrator' kuno sa pool. umahon na rin kami nung na-realize namin na pwede na yung ref cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SiM63YgVidI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uPZmKxyYUbI/s1600-h/ref+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 153px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SiM63YgVidI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uPZmKxyYUbI/s320/ref+cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342178306136836562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for those who don't know what the hell that is, that's our ref cake. it looks like the pieces of a crashed, broken clay pot, but it tastes good. syempre kami ata gumawa niyan. after eating, we finished the movie The Game Plan and Kulam. at first, makkornihan ka dahil dun sa mga special effects. pero nung medyo patapos na, nagulat kami dun sa story kasi kakaiba yung twist. basta, maria will be mira and mira will be maria. and the antiguar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SiM_LG0dOJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/A_rKoSxlhOs/s1600-h/DSC06573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SiM_LG0dOJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/A_rKoSxlhOs/s320/DSC06573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342183043033282706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[medyo tinatamad na rin akong magtype at magkwento, kaya hindi ko na masyadong ieelaborate.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_SpellCheck" title="Check Spelling" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);BLOG_spellcheck();;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Check Spelling" class="gl_spell" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;basta, nagswimming kami nung medyo gabi na pero dun kami sa kiddie pool. mga lalaki kasi yung nagsswimming sa kabilang side pero lumipat din kami nung umahon na yung mag-ama. edi ayun, medyo nagtampo si dale dahil iniwan namin siya. pero nagkabati din naman kaming tatlo. sayang nga hindi siya nakasakay dun sa 'raft' nung bata, pero ayos lang. tas bumalik din kami sa taas para kumain. at manood ng DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didn't have time to take pictures that afternoon kaya nagpictorial kami nung gabi. para ngang ewan eh. 'no delete policy' dapat pero may mga sobrang bangag na kuha kaya nagdelete din. here are some shots.&lt;br /&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/_WI9agbdriNM/SiM-eyDmVRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3xMWkAig4aA/s1600-h/DSC06547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SiM-eyDmVRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3xMWkAig4aA/s320/DSC06547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342182281545405714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SiM_K-DtOHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F9LgPZnMTig/s1600-h/DSC06549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SiM_K-DtOHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F9LgPZnMTig/s320/DSC06549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342183040681326706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SiM_LRTZ0FI/AAAAAAAAAEc/FuCa2Sbp0kA/s1600-h/DSC06576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SiM_LRTZ0FI/AAAAAAAAAEc/FuCa2Sbp0kA/s320/DSC06576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342183045847437394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SiNAcfifPNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Q34rFaxN1Yw/s1600-h/DSC06587edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SiNAcfifPNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Q34rFaxN1Yw/s320/DSC06587edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342184441238207698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SiM_LgbeLvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/jki1JsMVC9o/s1600-h/DSC06575edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SiM_LgbeLvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/jki1JsMVC9o/s320/DSC06575edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342183049907810034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;inedit ko na yung dalawang last kasi yan yung 'BOY BAND' :))&lt;br /&gt;mas maganda kasi pag black and white, para patas.&lt;br /&gt;walang maitim, walang maputi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;next day&lt;/span&gt;, binisita uli namin si Jake, the owl dun sa deck. sobrang kamuka ni Jake, kasi yung ilong e. grabe. nakaktuwa kasi nagpapakitang gilas siya. :)) dalawa sila, yung isa shy-type, yung isa sobrang kulit. muntik na nga kaming tukain, akala siguro mga pagkain kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SiNCRKgRBDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/MvCwLFenGT0/s1600-h/DSC06605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SiNCRKgRBDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/MvCwLFenGT0/s320/DSC06605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342186445636437042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SiNCQ9MRgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RAJ8VJGuKMM/s1600-h/DSC06609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SiNCQ9MRgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RAJ8VJGuKMM/s320/DSC06609.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342186442062922530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we didn't swim. instead, we took pictures (kahit na bagong gising lang). and we also have our photographer - Justin, santino's-look-alike-according-to-some. cute nga niya magpicture eh, kahit hindi namin pinagsasabihan, kuha pa rin ng kuha. eto yung mga bangag na pictures. haha. :)) pero candid naman eh.&lt;br /&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/_WI9agbdriNM/SiNEDHQlkyI/AAAAAAAAAFE/SSYWnymytgk/s1600-h/DSC06630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SiNEDHQlkyI/AAAAAAAAAFE/SSYWnymytgk/s320/DSC06630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342188403270456098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SiNEDVEGbPI/AAAAAAAAAFM/9ev_8H9DcZw/s1600-h/DSC06635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SiNEDVEGbPI/AAAAAAAAAFM/9ev_8H9DcZw/s320/DSC06635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342188406976179442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SiNEDuW6uhI/AAAAAAAAAFU/g6QU1lZniCA/s1600-h/DSC06653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SiNEDuW6uhI/AAAAAAAAAFU/g6QU1lZniCA/s320/DSC06653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342188413765990930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1st- gusto sana namin yung nagbabasketball&lt;br /&gt;2nd- santino look alike&lt;br /&gt;3rd- pinapatigil namin si justin sa kakakuha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;haha. sobrang nakakatawa. :)) umuwi din kami ng mga 11 na ata, ng walang ligo. mabango naman kami ah. pag-uwi, may binigay nga palang give-aways yung dad ko. mga sabon siya. haha. mga samples lang siya kasi nagbebenta kami ng mga sabon (glutathione, collagen, kojic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hayyy. ang bading naman. ang haba na pala nito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dale, tinatamad akong mag-upload sa facebook.&lt;br /&gt;bukas na lang. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/4878808516479896188-5903746320931101861?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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beeday'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-7920668003278429048</id><published>2009-05-26T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T19:37:09.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what?</title><content type='html'>sobrang nakaka-depress. malapit na yung birthday ko pero parang hindi ata masaya. sweet sixteen, yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi kasi makakapunta yung ibang inimbitahan ko. si romiena tas si jasmine din. mahirap din kasing i-adjust yung araw. una si leona, bawal daw sa 28 kasi may orientation siya. so nilipat ko naman sa sabado pero hindi naman makakapunta sila romiena at jasmine. si romiena pwede any day except saturday kasi pupunta sila sa laguna. tas si jasmine naman merong youth camp kaya sa sunday na lang siya hahabol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;badtrip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabagay wala namang masyadong gagawin dun. swimming lang at DVD at kain at, sana mura lang, karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday? Friday? Saturday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-7920668003278429048?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/7920668003278429048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=7920668003278429048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/7920668003278429048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/7920668003278429048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2009/05/what.html' title='what?'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-1699634940843127460</id><published>2009-05-20T12:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T12:57:18.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>destroy, create</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/" style="background: transparent url(http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/img/badge1.png) no-repeat scroll 0% 0%; display: block; width: 300px; height: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; padding-top: 50px; padding-left: 60px; color: rgb(0, 153, 51); font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; font-family: Times New Roman,Arial,serif; font-size: 40px;"&gt;83 words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/"&gt;Typingtest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i don't really know what i'm up to today. i have my own schedule to make this day not too boring and yet it can't be done. and then, that's the result: i've typed 83 words per minute. weird, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, today's schedule is to be at Taguig, relaxing. but i woke up late so i wasn't able to come. so now i came up with another and must-be-done to-do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*watch code geass: lelouch of the rebellion r2&lt;br /&gt;*finish 'portrait of an artist as a young man'&lt;br /&gt;*study anime ??? piano by josh aggrado&lt;br /&gt;*study if i were a bird&lt;br /&gt;*clean the house&lt;br /&gt;*wash the dishes&lt;br /&gt;*trade ingredients. priority: tofu, chili, rice, egg, salad, tomato, banana, apple, and strawberry&lt;br /&gt;*have atleast 1 dish to level 10&lt;br /&gt;*get to level 15 (restaurant city)&lt;br /&gt;*watch hp5 (though i've watched it several times)&lt;br /&gt;*plan for my incoming birthday. priority: 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as of now, i've finished 54.54% of what i've written above.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still not sure if i can do those stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;who knew?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-1699634940843127460?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/1699634940843127460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=1699634940843127460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/1699634940843127460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/1699634940843127460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2009/05/destroy-create.html' title='destroy, create'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-8503383622405173634</id><published>2009-05-18T13:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T13:28:07.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pick-up</title><content type='html'>we went to manaoag, pangasinan to attend mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's actually a 4-hour ride from manila to pangasinan, accepting the fact that our pick-up's too old for another long trip. it's actually for ten years now and still it manages to be with us, though we stopped by at the nlex from time to time 'cause there's a little bit problem with the break and the battery itself. but those were resolved and we have ourselves a happy trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after pangasinan, we visited Angeles City, where the house my parents went to during their arrival here in luzon is. it's not actually a visit 'cause the house was transformed into a bedspace (not actually sure if that's it). though we didn't go through the plan, we just went to SM Clark, just a few meters away from the house. So we stopped by at the Clark Airbase to eat our dinner (we actually brought with us our baons) and then proceeded to SM. i was really amazed to see how amazing the structure is and it looks like SM North Edsa and Market Market, just a smaller one. and also, almost all the 'lahi' can be seen inside. i mean, there's pinoy, american, indian, chinese, korean, japanese people inside. haha. :)) of course it's actually my first time seeing these people together, i mean distributed properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just as my little brother, Justin, saw Jollibee, he forces my mom to buy him a new toy. you know, the wolverine collection, he actually has one toy left to complete those. but i actually hate it so i tried to get his attention to the candy shop nearby, which also has a wide collection of toys with CANDIES. :)) still, we ended up in Mcdo for my mom wanted some coke float. in the end, justin got his toy (which actually i think it's for girls), they all have coke floats, and for me, i got a sundae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went back to our pick-up and found out that the aircon's not working well. instead of giving off some cold air, it emits hot air, acting like a heater. so, we didn't have any choice but to open our windows and enjoy the cold breeze outside and the pollution at NLEX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that all, we still got home, tired and exhausted. really exhausted, though i still watched Juday's wedding. and now, i'm really tired typing and it's getting late. so, that's it, the tale of our 10-year old pick-up. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-8503383622405173634?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/8503383622405173634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=8503383622405173634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/8503383622405173634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/8503383622405173634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2009/05/pick-up.html' title='pick-up'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-6648505783730393639</id><published>2009-05-18T11:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:28:56.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parental Wisdom - Filipino Style</title><content type='html'>Hinding-hindi ko makakalimutan ang mga mumunti ngunit ginintuang butil na payo na nakuha ko sa aking mga magulang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Si Inay, tinuruan niya ako HOW TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; "Kung kayong dalawa ay magpapatayan, doon kayo sa labas! Mga leche kayo, kalilinis ko lang ng bahay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Natuto ako ng RELIGION kay Itay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; "Kapag yang mantsa di natanggal sa carpet, magdasal ka na!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Kay Inay ako natuto ng LOGIC :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; "Kaya ganyan, dahil sinabi ko."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. At kay Inay pa rin ako natuto ng MORE LOGIC:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; "Pag ikaw nalaglag diyan sa bubong, ako lang mag-isa ang manonood ng sine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Si Inay din ang nagturo sa akin kung ano ang ibig sabihin ng IRONY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; "Sige ngumalngal ka pa at bibigyan talaga kita ng iiyakan mo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Si Inay ang nagpaliwanag sa akin kung ano ang CONTORTIONISM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; "Tingnan mo nga yang dumi sa likod ng leeg mo, tingnan mo!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Si Itay ang nagpaliwanag sa akin kung ano ang ibig sabihin ng STAMINA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; "Wag kang tatayo diyan hangga't di mo nauubos lahat ng pagkain mo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. At si Inay ang nagturo sa amin kung ano ang WEATHER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; "Lintek talaga kayo, ano ba itong kuwarto nyong magkapatid, parang dinaanan ng bagyo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Ganito ang paliwanag sa akin ni Inay tungkol sa CIRCLE OF LIFE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; "Malandi kang bata ka, iniluwal kita sa mundong ito, maari rin kitang alisin sa mundong ito."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Kay Itay ako natuto kung ano ang BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; "Tumigil ka nga diyan! Huwag kang umarte na parang Nanay mo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Si Inay naman ang nagturo kung anong ibig sabihin ng GENETICS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; "Nagmana ka nga talaga sa ama mong walanghiya!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Si Inay naman ang nagpaliwanag sa amin kung anong ibig sabihin ng ENVY :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; "Maraming mga batang ulila sa magulang. Di ba kayo nagpapasalamat at mayroon kayong magulang na tulad namin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Si Itay naman ang nagturo sa akin ng ANTICIPATION :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; "Sige kang bata ka, hintayin mong makarating tayo sa bahay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. At si Itay pa rin ang nagturo kay Kuya kung anong ibig Sabihin ng&lt;br /&gt;RECEIVING:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; "Uupakan kita pagdating natin sa bahay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;15. Si Inay naman ang nagturo sa akin kung ano ang HUMOR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; "Kapag naputol yang mga paa mo ng pinaglalaruan mong lawnmower, Wag na&lt;br /&gt;wag kang tatakbo sa akin at lulumpuhin kita!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. At ang pinakamahalaga sa lahat, natutunan ko kina Inay at Itay kung&lt;br /&gt;ano ang JUSTICE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; "Balang araw magkakaroon ka rin ng anak...tiyak magiging katulad mo at&lt;br /&gt;magiging sakit din sa ulo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;source: http://www.boxingscene.com/forums/archive/index.php/t-79825.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4878808516479896188-6648505783730393639?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/6648505783730393639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=6648505783730393639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/6648505783730393639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/6648505783730393639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2009/05/parental-wisdom-filipino-style.html' title='Parental Wisdom - Filipino Style'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-8021406736864035299</id><published>2009-04-25T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:01:20.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO MORE SUBIC</title><content type='html'>sooooooo bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dale and leona are at subic today, enjoying, swimming and having fun. while i'm here in this stupid, boring house doing nothing but regret on my parent's decision. i actually asked my mom why she didn't allow me and the reason is just that she doesn't want me to be sunburned. argh. what a reason! and my dad? i thought at first that he'd allow me 'cause his face looks like the dad in the movie Taken. you know, when her daughter was going to France with her friend. but then, just like what i've predicted, that's a negatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though dale and leona went here last thursday to convince them, it's like it was just put to waste. i mean, how about their effort?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should not be doing this 'cause i know nothing miraculous will happen,  like their trip would be cancelled (that i wish not) or my parents would change their decision (that's what i like). you shall not cry over spilled milk, they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i wish they're enjoying.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking forward to their souvenirs.&lt;br /&gt;wish they'll also bring some sand. (if white)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-8021406736864035299?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/8021406736864035299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=8021406736864035299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/8021406736864035299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/8021406736864035299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-more-subic.html' title='NO MORE SUBIC'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-2850885147990576639</id><published>2009-04-22T21:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:34:05.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UST enrolment</title><content type='html'>whoooo. i'm enrolled! and a certified thomasian. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hate my course - nursing. i've always dreamed being a doctor or an engineer someday. i've also wrote in my autobiography that i'll be an engineer. well, nursing's a big hit today. maybe after some time, after i've earned enough, i'll take medicine. oooooh, what a dream! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;btw, it rained like it never rained before.&lt;br /&gt;UST swamped by flood.&lt;br /&gt;the streets were too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jasmine and i were in the same section.&lt;br /&gt;we also had the same schedule for our pe - fitness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom was attacked by cockroaches, abnormal and mutated roaches. ewwwww.&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness i wore a skinny jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4878808516479896188-2850885147990576639?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/2850885147990576639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=2850885147990576639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/2850885147990576639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/2850885147990576639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2009/04/ust-enrolment.html' title='UST enrolment'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-182755062816265755</id><published>2009-04-17T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T16:08:49.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another boring day. [sigh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just visited dale's blog and saw their video. baliw talaga siya. :)) p-p-p-p-poker face. haha. sobrang nakakatawa. hindi na rin ako nagulat kasi ganun na talaga yun. hahaha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala akong maisip na ilagay kasi wala namang nangyari ngayon. kawawa naman tong blog na to, hindi na na-uupdate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, eto. i played pet society pero hindi pa rin yumayaman si pigface. 3k pa lang yung perang naipon sa paghhug ng mga ibang pets at pagrrace. every other day na nga lang ako nagnnet kasi sobrang nakakatamad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, nawala nga pala ni jasmine yung phone niya sa singapore. isa pang baliw. nalaglag daw sa dagat. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobrang wala na akong malagay.&lt;br /&gt;super boring kasi kaya nakakatamad kumilos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-182755062816265755?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/182755062816265755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=182755062816265755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/182755062816265755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/182755062816265755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-boring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-4771757262879188735</id><published>2009-04-04T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:23:12.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how to kill time</title><content type='html'>i'm starting to hate this vacation. it's super boring and there's nothing to do. arrgggh. there must be some ways to brighten up my summer. &lt;processing...&gt; TADAH. a list of some possible ways on how to kill-thine-precious-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have a movie marathon&lt;/span&gt;. i already have watched all the movies in our house. better buy a lot of DVDs (pirated DVDs to be specific). a lot of it would just mean a lot of money and i don't have enough money this summer. argh another problem.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eat doofs&lt;/span&gt;. another waste of money. and besides, it'll make me fat. i'm on a diet and i better get ready for my college life.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;keyboarding&lt;/span&gt;. not that i hate doing this but the thing is i'm not really good on reading notes. and it sometimes makes me feel bad (for not having myself play a particular piece). maybe i'll just do this at night, to let my eyes and hands be tired and have myself a good night rest.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sleep&lt;/span&gt;. really effective. just sleep and you'll just be shocked that you have slept for almost a day. but unfortunately, i'm not that type. maybe i'll just sleep for an hour (but it actually felt like it's for 12 hours). oh right, i remember the right term - NAP. it's not actually sleep that i'm doing but nap.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;clean own room&lt;/span&gt;. it's a no-no. but i have to 'cause my room really looks like a garbage dump (really) from all those projects and assignments that i've done, i haven't cleaned it up.&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;net&lt;/span&gt;. i'm already doing this. it's just that i sometimes don't know what/where to search.&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gaze at those experimented mice. &lt;/span&gt;great. i should really be doing this. after all, those mice were one of the major stresses i've had and looking at them will just make me feel relieved from all those bad memories. YEY. i'm glad that we've finished our research.&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wander around the subdivision&lt;/span&gt;. nah. our subdivision is just a small one that you can finish it for half a half hour (that's 15 minutes. haha.) but this is also effective.&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ride a trike/jeepney/bus/MRT/LRT&lt;/span&gt;. whoa. this is also good for killing money. but where to? :))&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shoot the clock&lt;/span&gt;. haha. this one's good. right, this will effectively kill time. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i just thought of ten ways. maybe i'll just add some more next time (mmmm. that's the 11th).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those ways listed above should be effective by tomorrow. haha. :))&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/4878808516479896188-4771757262879188735?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/4771757262879188735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=4771757262879188735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/4771757262879188735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/4771757262879188735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-kill-time.html' title='how to kill time'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-2985202435158867714</id><published>2009-04-04T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:26:47.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shattered dreams. mcvspam</title><content type='html'>mali pala ung title. hindi ko naman kasi dream yung ganung grad ball. i mean, gusto ko talagang maka-attend ng mga ganung events lalo na dahil once in a life time din yun; kaya nga lang, hindi yung tipong minadali. ewan ko, nalulungkot nga ako ngayon e. and i still don't know why. pero i'm sure hindi yun dahil sa grad ball thing. hay ewan ko ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano nga ba yung mga ginawa ko ngayon? wala lang. special a marathon, keyboard, tv, kain, tulog, net. nakakatuwa kasi habang naghahanap ako ng mga papanoorin sa youtube may nakita akong super nakakabilib na video. eto yung &lt;a&gt;&lt;href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fwJoTCeuqAQ;"&gt;site&lt;/href="http:&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. gusto ko na tuloy mag-aral uli magpiano. nakakainggit sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;badtrip. ang boring dito sa bahay dahil wala masyadong ginagawa. kamusta na kaya yung mga nasa multi ngayon? nag-eenjoy kaya sila? madami bang pumunta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SO WHAT. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking forward to Dale's birthday. sana tuloy sa baguio or sa subic or sa bicol. haha. excited na ko. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-2985202435158867714?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/2985202435158867714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=2985202435158867714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/2985202435158867714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/2985202435158867714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2009/04/shattered-dreams.html' title='shattered dreams. mcvspam'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-6451629302777845495</id><published>2009-04-02T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:09:15.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grad ball?</title><content type='html'>is it possible for a special event to be organized in a day? uhmm, why not? how about organizing it two days before the event? cramming much? the hell. i was shocked. my parents did, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still not sure if i would go or not. fee's not the problem (sagot na dapat yan ng parents). it's the dress! DUH. saan kaya ako bibili? kapag sa SM naman, edi andami ko nang kapareha. bastusan talaga. biglaan e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish  it would be cancelled. maybe next week? so that everyone's gonna come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, we went to ust to confirm my slot, and it was so tiresome. there were many students and parents that the hallways came out to be one way. though the rooms were air conditioned, you couldn't feel that it's on for the weather's really hot. rgggh. and also, there were no signs for steps and procedures to be done, that's why most of the students, and even parents, went to wrong rooms (though there's only two rooms for nursing course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will now be a thomasian. pretty bad i didn't make it to UP. [sigh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;UST - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;P &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;ana &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;ayo. :))&lt;br /&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/4878808516479896188-6451629302777845495?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/6451629302777845495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=6451629302777845495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/6451629302777845495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/6451629302777845495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2009/04/grad-ball.html' title='grad ball?'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-1241869514661012813</id><published>2009-04-01T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:20:01.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>april fool's day</title><content type='html'>tagalog.&lt;br /&gt;april fool's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may pasok. akala ko nga seniors lang pero buong school pala. wala lang, naglinis lang ng classroom, sila. late kasi kami ni dale. sinamahan niya kasi akong magpaprint ng research namin. takte, ako na lang lagi yung nag-aasikaso dun. pero ayos lang, ako na yung bahal sa printing, sila naman ung bahala sa binding. haha. :)) mahal kaya yung nagastos ko, i mean ng parents ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakuha ko na rin pala ung good moral. bukas kasi icoconfirm ko na ung slot ko sa UST. kahit ayaw ko naman talaga sa UST. no choice eh. saan nga ba ako mag-aaral kung hini na doon? sa la salle? yakk. masyadong mahal doon. and the students are so konyo. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bumili din ako ng DVD ng special a. nainggit ako kina khrizia kaya bumili na rin ako (kahit natapos ko na siyang panoorin sa youtube). ang sarap din kasing ulitin yun. so, magmamarathon na naman ako mamaya. hayyy. ang boring naman. wala na kasing ibang magawa e. alangan naman magswimming ako. e, andumi na kaya ng pool. tas ang daming naliligo. namiss ko tuloy yung onti pa lang yung nakatira dito. namiss ko rin yung birthday ko. (FYI: nasa taguig pala ako ngayon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;namimiss ko na rin si mumot, yung cute na stuffed toy na kumakausap sakin :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay. tinatamad na tuloy akong pumunta sa UST bukas. badtrip naman, kailangan ko bang sumama?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-1241869514661012813?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/1241869514661012813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=1241869514661012813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/1241869514661012813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/1241869514661012813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2009/04/after-grad.html' title='april fool&apos;s day'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-4608511564389599241</id><published>2009-03-29T18:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:03:55.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 days left.</title><content type='html'>grabe. we only have two days left.&lt;br /&gt;by the way, happy birthday ohio! yung fifty ko ha. :)) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i'm still bothered 'cause we're not yet done in our research. i mean, the paper works and the binding. i asked arwin to make the acknowledgment and send me when he's done. yet, i still haven't received an email. grrrr. he still doesn't change. he will always be the IRRESPONSIBLE arwin i've known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-4608511564389599241?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/4608511564389599241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=4608511564389599241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/4608511564389599241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/4608511564389599241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2009/03/2-days-left.html' title='2 days left.'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-5815460434210405924</id><published>2009-03-25T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T20:50:59.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last days</title><content type='html'>first of all, i'm gonna say that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm a lunatic&lt;/span&gt;. after those series of observations and advices from friends, i found out that i'm suffering from such abnormality. [sigh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling something strange, something i've felt before that i don't want to feel again. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whoooooaaaaaaa. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been busy these past few weeks so i didn't have much time to blog. besides, i've recorded it all in my phone (dun sa calendar. bulok. :]]) i've finished all the requirements:  souvenir, ENGLISH book, DRAFTING compilation, RESEARCH defense, JOURNALISM module, MAPEH sculpture, etctera. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whoooooaaaaaaa. :))&lt;/span&gt; phew! i'm just gonna finish our research papers and let it be binded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 days. there's only 4 days left for all of us. yes, four days full of dull and boring experiences. i don't think that they're making those precious days memorable. instead, they're making it the hatest days of all the days we've had. it's just that, they're always complaining for the FTs and also the hot temperature that makes us sweat really bad. [sigh] but it's true. the super hot weather adds to the non-daffy ambiance. grrrrrr. but it's just that... uhm, we should be realizing that the last few days that we have should be the most unforgettable days in our high school life. i mean, we should be doing something, something weird yet extraordinary experience that's worth remembering. like another healing session with a different version, for example. (grrr. we haven't had our activity yet. and maybe we're not gonna do it forever. so sad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[sigh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to think about our graduation. maybe i'll cry. of course, i reckon everyone would do that (DUH! ung song kaya nakakaiyak na). though i'm not the "crying-type" in front of my parents, i'm gonna do it. maybe the tears would just flow like a faucet, and like a menstruation during the first two days. errrr. i don't want to cry. :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll surely gonna miss batch 16, especially to those few whom i was not closely attached to. of course, i'm not gonna miss my crazy best friends 'cause we'll be seeing each other even after graduation or in our college. haha. and also, this summer, we'll be having summer jobs (except for jasmine). it's like, we're gonna spend every days of our summer together, though it's really tiring seeing each other's faces each day. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paradox.&lt;br /&gt;so super weird feeling.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;i wish there's more days left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm missing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mumot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-5815460434210405924?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/5815460434210405924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=5815460434210405924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/5815460434210405924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/5815460434210405924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-days.html' title='last days'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-5841734799947683505</id><published>2009-02-22T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T09:19:46.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAT</title><content type='html'>my first ever CAT experience was a no-no. it's a community service type that lets you improve your skills in cleaning, cleaning, and cleaning. it's actually different from my brother when he was in his high school days. theirs were military type, and much harder than ours and what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leona and i were late. btw, before we went to school, we first bought a dust pan and a pail (that's P40 each). so, when we arrived, we started cleaning with the use of our newly bought materials. after that, maybe around 10, we took a break. it's not really a break but an orientation, to give us a "bird's eye view" on what CAT is. i forgot the teacher's name. but she's already old and was a CAT officer back then. she gave us some "how to tips" and taught us so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we were asked to place our "baons" on the table outside and clean afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next scenes were shocking, very very shocking. imagine all your "baons" put together. all your "ulams" on top of all your rice. imagine everyone's baon, some were fried, some even have "sabaws", all of them were placed and were "halo-halo" together that it looked liked a "burak/kaning baboy!" yuck. :)) not even that, all the flies were also enjoying the scene that they're taking part and having tastes of what it is. duh! it's not a "basura" but a food. it's also like a "kamay-kainan" style. no spoons and forks. just your hands, your very clean hands that smelled like the brown, organic soil, tempting zonrox, and even invicible dusts from the tables and cabinets that you've cleaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may be over-describing it but that was the truth. nah, joking. it's not that bad. besides, we still enjoyed it and of course, we'll never ever forget that first ever CAT experience of ours, especially me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-5841734799947683505?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/5841734799947683505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-3801382794106716450</id><published>2009-02-21T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T08:57:47.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>battle of the bands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gym.&lt;br /&gt;no free day.&lt;br /&gt;battle of the bands.&lt;br /&gt;P 20.&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/4878808516479896188-3801382794106716450?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/3801382794106716450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=3801382794106716450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/3801382794106716450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/3801382794106716450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2009/02/battle-of-bands.html' title='battle of the bands'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-5448858288289226331</id><published>2009-02-20T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T08:55:20.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>less study, more play</title><content type='html'>haha. i believe in Dr. Deocaris. for the ones who don't know who he is, well he's a Balik Scientist from the DOST. he's a neurologist (if i'm not mistaken), great researcher and an inspirer. an inspirer for us to pursue science courses in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this orientation was "naudlot" for days now. it's supposed to be held last week, february 11. but there were some hindrances so he didn't have the chance to drop by or say something. well, that's not really important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;less study, more play. that's what i'm always telling my parents. they just don't understand me nor my study habits (watching TV while studying). well, i might think that that's not possible. one can't study while watching TV. they're just distractions. but that was years ago. i'm not doing it anymore 'cause i'm studying while netting. :)) multi-tasking, that's more important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-5448858288289226331?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/5448858288289226331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=5448858288289226331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/5448858288289226331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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umiyak. siguro naging matigas na ako. naging bato na ako sa kaka-sermon at pagalit sa'ken. para ngang wala akong kwenta, na pabigat lang ako sa kanila at dagdag lang ako sa mga problema nila. pero ngayon naiiyak na ako, ngayong naffeel ko na napaka-gago kong tao. wala talaga akong kwenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ilang beses na kaya ako napagalitan ngayong buwan na to? 3 beses na. ganito din yung nangyari. sabi nga ng nanay ko gusto na daw niya akong sampalin buti na lang at nakatimpi pa siya. sa tatlong beses na nangyari, laging hinahayblad si mama. nakakatanggap ako ng mga masasakit na mura at salita, na para bang nagsasabi sa'kin na napakawalang kwenta kong tao. BOBO ako. BOBO daw ako. napaka-BOBO ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi ko man lamang masabing "sorry". ewan ko, nahihiya kasi ako. hindi naman sa napakataas ng pride ko, dahil lang naman kasi iyon sa wala akong lakas ng loob upang masabi ang mga salitang tulad non. actions speak louder than words naman diba? ewan ko. bahala na. hindi naman kasi ako mabait na tao. hindi din ako ung tipong magsasabi ng sorry or i love you sa mga parents ng ganon kadali lang. hayyyy. napaka-laki ng problema ko. hindi ko na alam kung ano ang gagawin ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siguro bukas grounded ako. hindi na muna ako gagala, magpapakabait na ako. siguro hindi din ako bibigyan ng allowance bukas o kaya hanggang next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanggang ngayon tahimik pa rin dito sa bahay. yung tv nga lang yung maingay at hindi sila nanonood di tulad ng dati. hindi ko rin alam kung ano ang gagawin ko. galit na galit siya sa'ken. siguro tama nga lang na hindi na ako tumawa. lagi naman kasing kalungkutan ang kasunod nun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-5482148823772789435?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/5482148823772789435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=5482148823772789435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/5482148823772789435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/5482148823772789435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2009/02/sorry.html' title='sorry'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-5776581167074345732</id><published>2009-02-16T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:26:49.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blazing hot Monday</title><content type='html'>i didn't arrive pretty much early like last week. i just realized that there's nothing much to do and cram and besides, i'm the class monitor. :)) haha. when i arrived, i was not surprised to dale's everyday habit - talking, babling, babling, talking, then projectile. i was just surprised when she told me about my blog - the I HATE 14 thing. it's kinda weird, though. my blog was supposed to be sad, but she's thinking that it's funny. she's really really weird. i mean, she's so super duper WEIRD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, we had our first graduation practice today. it's not actually a practice. we just knew where  we will be seating during our graduation. speaking of graduation, i'm very very excited to it. i want to leave ParSci since then. i want to be free at last. free from pressure, stress, piles of assignments, cramming, procrastinating, plastics, tupperwares, blah, blah, blah. i want to start a new ME... but of course, we still have to finish our research and publish our first book. ugh! damn, leaving this school's not that easy! it's gonna be hell before attaining the much-awaited FREEDOM. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell... it's super duper hot today. as in! i didn't expect that it's gonna be that hot 'cause it rained this morning. and it's like, we're all drowning in our own sweats (ewe!) hahaha. and take note! we had our Chemistry test a while ago and it's like we're having a sauna bath. hard exam + hot temperature = death. hahaha. :)) well, hot weather means summer. and summer's near!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhmmm. jas and leona accompanied me to SM to buy 2 cartolinas. SM's colder than Lianas or the stores outside the school, so technically, SM's the right choice to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gala&lt;/span&gt;, and to buy cartolina. haha. stupid. :)) we ate at KFC. Tokyo-Tokyo's our first choice, but because we didn't have enough money, we switched to KFC. uhmmm. we also searched for a copy of  "THE SCARLET LETTER" but unfortunately, they're out of stock (maybe they really don't have one). and then, we headed to national and bought some things - 2 cartolinas, a pentel pen, and a colored paper. we actually wandered inside NBS for an hour 'cause Leona can't decide what/if she will buy. in the end, she just bought 2 envelopes - a short pink, and a long violet - and its plastic cover.t haha. uhmmm. i forgot what jasmine bought... basta, she bought something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;tomorrow? we'll be having our research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;leona and jas will go here.&lt;br /&gt;we'll be watching something... :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/4878808516479896188-5776581167074345732?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/5776581167074345732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=5776581167074345732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/5776581167074345732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/5776581167074345732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2009/02/blazing-hot-monday.html' title='Blazing hot Monday'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-3376138010373041580</id><published>2009-02-15T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T11:43:50.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate 14.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;unmet expectations.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. care to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valentine's day. i canceled all my not-so-special meetings. i didn't answer all phone calls. i didn't reply to all those monotonous GMs. i did those stupid acts 'cause i thought we'll be having some "family get-together" thing. FCUK. i waited. i expected. i'm so super duper angry to them, for not keeping their promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't expect! the hell, everybody does the opposite. how can you expect someone not to expect? DUH?! unmet expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should have went to our journ meeting and enjoyed some moments with them. i should have went with Dale and her family and have fun in their family day at sacre. i should have went to Leona's and have some fun. i should have called Jas. WE should have done our research, feeding those smelly mice with extracted mango peels. i should have not expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i hate valentine's day. i hate 14. i hate my family. i hate &lt;strike&gt;expecting&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-3376138010373041580?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/3376138010373041580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=3376138010373041580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/3376138010373041580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/3376138010373041580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hate-14.html' title='i hate 14.'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-5862597631138935561</id><published>2009-02-13T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T12:07:08.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RECOLLECTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;recollection namin ngayon&lt;/span&gt;. haha, i forgot to write some reco letters para kina leona at dale (syempre hindi na kasama si jasmine dun kasi nga!) so kinram ko pa siya pagdating ko sa school. nakakatawa nga eh, wala lang. nakita ko nga rin pala ung letter na binigay ni dale kay ohio na punit punit na. akala ko nga design yun kaya na-astigan ako. nagulat lang ako nung sinabi ni dale na pinunit niya talaga yun at tinape lang ni ohio. sobra. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not that fun and emotional like what we had during my elementary days, but we still enjoyed. syempre, masaya kami ni leona dahil &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ittreat kami ni Omar ng STARBUCKS&lt;/span&gt;. oh yeah. XD. pero before pa nun, medyo na-badtrip ako. i don't know the the reason why. pero i'm sure na madaming bagay ang nagpabadtrip saken. well, tapos na yun at nakalimutan ko na rin siya. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, pumunta kagad kami sa SM pagkatapos ng recollection. starbucks muna. then, nag-ikot muna kami. dapat nga may bibilhin ako sa maldita kaya lang masyadong malaki ung shirt na nakita ko. so, sa valentines na lang. gagala daw kasi kami sa taguig at makati. so ayun, gumala pa kami ng gumala. tas, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;birthday pala ni isko taduran&lt;/span&gt;, kapatid ni dale, so naisipan naming pumunta na lang kina dale at maki-chibog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we walked from SM to Dale's house&lt;/span&gt;. haha. totoo yan. nilakad lang talaga namin nila leona, dale, ohio. doon kami dumaan sa bagong road na project ni Sen. Manny Villar. C5 extension ata ung tawag dun. basta. syempre, ako ung nagpropose na maglakad kami para maka-save kami ng P12 na pamasahe dapat namin sa jeep at trike. haha. on the way nga eh &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;may nakita kaming 3 gays&lt;/span&gt;, i mean super duper bakla. sobrang taray nila, na nung naglakad kami sa harap nila, may sinabi sila: "o sige, tawa pa" parang ganun. basta. super nakakairita. feeler naman nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nung nakarating na kami sa bahay nila dale, sobrang pagod na pagod na kami. edi syempre kain kaagad. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kumain kami ng cake, chicken at spag.&lt;/span&gt; at pagkatapos eh laughtrip naman. siguro sa sobrang tawa, sumabog si dale. i mean, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nagpasabog si dale&lt;/span&gt;! :)) haha. na sinundan naman ng burp ni leona at pagpapasabog ko rin. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umuwi na rin kami pagkatapos. nag&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;take-home pa nga kami ng cake&lt;/span&gt;. sobrang saya talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happy birthday isko!&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/4878808516479896188-5862597631138935561?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/5862597631138935561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=5862597631138935561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/5862597631138935561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/5862597631138935561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2009/02/recollection.html' title='RECOLLECTION'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-5363746057444774276</id><published>2009-02-01T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T17:21:08.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing. just nothing.</title><content type='html'>My love I cannot see in those vague eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Nor is reflected me, why can't that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Truth is, my love for thee thy heart denies.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so must I let go, farewell to thee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so stupid. This is so stupid!&lt;br /&gt;Why am I writing this? fcuk.&lt;br /&gt;good old days. it reminds me of someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-5363746057444774276?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/5363746057444774276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=5363746057444774276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/5363746057444774276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/5363746057444774276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2009/02/nothing-just-nothing.html' title='nothing. just nothing.'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-4477046717567911174</id><published>2009-01-11T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:24:42.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16 RANDOM FACTS about BATCH 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16 RANDOM FACTS about BATCH 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.First and foremost, they are &lt;span&gt;crammers and procrastinators&lt;/span&gt; who always struggle doing their homework, projects, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.They topped the National Achievement Test when they were in their sophomore year. They actually had beaten all the public schools as well as all the Science High Schools in the National Capital Region.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.They were involved to a not-so-big case called CHEATING that actually was enlarged when a stupid letter from an unknown/concerned student showed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Fortunately, this issue was solved and Batch 16 surely stood up, proved and will prove something more than what our naked eyes would perceive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.They have their two batch shirts that were exclusively distributed by their own Omar Pabuaya, the mascot of the batch. You can always see them wearing it during their P.E. class, a public meeting/gathering, or a special event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Allowance day would just mean Mcday or SM Sucat day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.In addition to number six, allowance day would also mean pay-day for the ones who still deals with their month-old debts (e.g. Gintong Butil, Young Leader, Vita Matematika, etc.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.They have hugged almost everyone (68 students, to be exact) in their batch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.They used to have a ‘Breakfast Galore’ every Friday before. This was actually created by the Rejuvenating 4B students and Sir Dids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.During their freshman, some of the male students blasted the boy’s comfort room using piccolo. There were actually a couple of toilet bowls to be replaced because of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.“Struggle” and “Projectile!” are the most commonly used words by the batch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.They love to have Free Time, Free Time, and Free Time (FT, for short).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Everyone of the batch seems to be online whenever there is a project to be passed the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.The boys in the batch were brave and good fighters. In fact, some of them have been involved in a ‘boxing match’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Some did enjoy having themselves trapped inside the school until 8 because of a terrible flood while some actually did struggle in fighting the fast current which overflowed from the river because they badly needed to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.And finally, even though this batch seemed to undergone a lot of grudges, intrigues and challenges during their stay in ParSci, no other batch could beat this DREAM TEAM, the batch 16.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-4477046717567911174?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/4477046717567911174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=4477046717567911174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/4477046717567911174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/4477046717567911174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2009/01/16-random-facts-about-batch-16.html' title='16 RANDOM FACTS about BATCH 16'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-5725499113385995258</id><published>2009-01-03T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T23:16:02.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been a while since i posted something crazy in this stupid blog. it's only for days but it really felt like a month for me. i didn't actually enjoy the two-week christmas break. or should i say, i didn't feel it. [sigh] these past few days were really tiring that it looked like those busy schooldays. oh how i wish that there's more FT/FDs to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i haven't posted the special/tiring events that happened, i'll just gonna make an outline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December 26, 2008 (friday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom and i went shopping at Jologs. we bought 2 pairs of shoes (for the wedding the day after) and a little black dress (for bea's debut).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December 27, 2008 (saturday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we attended uncle Ivan's wedding at hillsborough aqua park in alabang. tio boy and the rest of the gang didn't have the chance to eat so we went to max's restaurant after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December 28, 2008 (sunday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gala day. glorietta. landmark. luneta park. trinity resto (beside MOA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December 29, 2008 (monday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bea's debut at intramuros . i actually kinda liked the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December 30, 2008 (tuesday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;nothing special happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December 31, 2008 (wednesday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Happy New Year! we spent our new year's eve at mandaluyong city (at kuya jun jun's) and it's super duper boring and sad. come to think of it: we spent the last few hours of 2008 inside a van! ugh, i can't imagine why and how i managed to calm down myself during that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;January 1, 2009 (thursday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;by the time the fireworks stopped (and i think it was at around 1 am), we fastened our seatbelts and headed to BAGUIO! oh yeah. XD that was a very fast yet tiring ride. we arrived there at 5 and we had our first picture taken at the lion's uhm.. whatever.. it was still dark though. and we are the only ones in there. oh, i forgot! it was also SUPER cold. yes, it is. it was like you're inside a refrigerator. good thing i bought my jacket with me, 'cause i wore a sleeveless tee that time. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[this one's gonna be long. so prepare yourselves if you're gonna continue reading or not. this is just a warning. lol]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell yeah, we spent our new year at baguio and it was so AWESOME. and considering the present weather we experience during this season, it's a very perfect timing. i only have gone to baguio one time and i haven't felt the coldness they're talking about, so yeah it was super perfect..... PERFECT? uhmmm maybe not 'cause we arrived there pretty much early that the sun was still lazy to spread its ray on us. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SECOND STOP: THE CLEAN RESTROOM.&lt;/span&gt; this clean restroom was really clean. i mean, the floor's not slippery and wet, it smells not bad, the bowl's clean. and also, you'll gonna pay       before you enter and it depends on what will you do : pee-P6, pupu-P12, bath-I don't know,     brush-I also don't know, hilamos-free if you're gonna pupu and brush your teeth, have a tour inside-P5, etc. and FYI: the cubicles were divided into two, and again depending on what you will do. e.g. if you want to pee, you'll take the right side, but if you're going going to respond to nature's call, then you'll take the left side. you can't cheat the caretaker of this CLEAN RESTROOM because the bowls used in peeing are different to the bowls in pupuing. in the pupu bowl, it's a normal one like what we have in our houses. but in the pee bowl, it's like you're just peeing on the floor, except that there's a bowl present but you can't tell if that really is a bowl or not. it's like a SINK. it doesn't have a flush. so better tell the caretaker the truth! don't worry, don't be shy. if you're gonna pupu, then tell her, like what we did. but unfortunately, mine didn't go out, so the P12 we paid for was nasayang. awwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIRD STOP: BURNHAM PARK. since it was just meters away from the Clean Restroom and it was not that dark outside, i went to Burnham Park. i also took some pictures. it was amazing! it's my first time to see a park without any people wandering around. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOURTH STOP:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-1374592413346175144</id><published>2008-12-26T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T12:52:06.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas. christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24-25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinundo namin ung tita ko at ung trabahador nilang tinreat nila papunta dito sa pinas. pero sobrang nakakagulat talaga dahil hindi naming inakalang dadating din ung mga pinsan ko. grabe. so, gulat na gulat naman ung tito ko dahil hindi niya alam iyon at nasurprise daw talaga siya. so aun, pinroblema lang naman namin kung paano sila kakasya sa nissan urvan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;badtrip nga eh dahil gustong gusto ko na talagang umuwi pero ayaw nila mamaya pa daw. tas nakauwi kami ng mga 2 ng umaga. ang inaalala ko lang naman eh ung ginawa kong ref cake dahil gusto ko na siyang tikman. tas ung mga regalo din, gusto ko nang buksan dahil meron dung hindi ko pa alam ang laman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagdating sa bahay, bukasan kaagad ng mga gifts. may natanggap akong singsing na relo (haha. oo), lalagyanan ng mga ganun, wallet, damit, chocolate, paper clip, pencil case, tsinelas, lotion, keychain, lapis, letter, at pera. haha. dinekwat ko nga rin pala ung damit na niregalo sa nanay ko kasi maliit iyon sa nanay ko at kasya iyon sa akin. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos natulog lang kami for 3 hours dahil may pupuntahan daw kami. may gift giving/christmas party kaming aatendan. so, gumising kami ng super aga, naligo, hindi na kami nagbreakfast at umalis na rin. sinundo namin si Auntie Puring (naging piano teacher ko siya nung summer dati) tas pumunta na sa Taguig para sunduin naman sila tapos pumunta na ng Novaliches. super traffic doon kasi madaming nagsimba. tapos nakarating din naman kami sa church nila (christians sila. catholic kami ni inay).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masaya kasi kantahan at sayawan (parang ung BELIEVE) tas may games at pa-raffle. syempre, courtesy of ALC (Abundant Life Church) Guam and cavan family. haha. :)) tapos umalis kami at pumunta sa SM North Edsa (pinaka-malaking mall na daw sa pinas.). tapos pumunta sa Taguig at umuwi na rin. sobrang nakakapagod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagdating sa bahay, kinain ko uli ung ref cake na gawa ko. feeling ko nga ako lang ung kumakain nun eh. masarap naman siya eh. bat ayaw nila? haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-1374592413346175144?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-2497433349064075687</id><published>2008-12-25T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T12:05:55.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas eve</title><content type='html'>so kanina lang gumawa ako ng REF CAKE. ang pinaka-unang ref cake ko. :)) tapos tinulungan ko din ung mom ko sa pagluto. wala kaming masyadong handa ngayon dahil hindi kami magcchristmas dito sa bahay. ewan ko ba ang gulo kasi. mamaya daw kasi aalis kami. susunduin namin ung tita ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excited na nga ako dahil magbubukasan na ng mga gifts mamaya. actually alam ko na ung mga regalo saken kahit nakabalot pa sila. pano ba naman, binuksan ko na siya nung isang araw. medyo na-excite lang kasi talaga ako. haha. baliw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may christmas party nga pala ung subdivision namin ngayon. ayoko ngang pumunta. puro mga bata lang naman ung andon at ung mga matatandang parang nakainom ng ecstasy dahil sobrang gustong-gusto nilang maglaro ng mga parlor games. yung tipong parang ngayon lang nakalaro. haha. pero pinipilit kasi ako ng kapitbahay namin. so, pupunta ako pero magpapakita lang ako, ibibigay ung regalo ng kapatid ko, at aalis din kaagad. hindi na ako kakain dahil may pagkain naman sa bahay. DUH! may pagkain kaya dito. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sige na nga. magbibihis na ako dahil malapit na magstart ung party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas nga pala!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-2497433349064075687?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/2497433349064075687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=2497433349064075687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/2497433349064075687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/2497433349064075687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eve.html' title='christmas eve'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-6460573434122380133</id><published>2008-12-24T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T12:40:10.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EASTWOOD</title><content type='html'>so, aun. pumunta kami sa Eastwood kanina para icelebrate ung birthday ni bespren. pero, pumunta muna kami sa bahay nila. dun kasi kami magkikita-kita eh. so nagpahatid na rin ako papunta sa bahay nila. unfortunately, mali ung binabaan kong kanto so nagkandaligaw-ligaw na ko sa Pasay. pero sa huli nakarating pa rin ako sa bahay nila. buti na lang tumawag saken si Romiena at sinabi kong naliligaw na ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;papunta sa Eastwood, nakakaantok... sobra. medyo malayo din siya (kasi nga sa QUEZON eh) kaya nakakapagod at masakit sa pwet. :)) pero nawala din yun nung andun na kami. syempre, first stop ay dun sa office ng dad niya. ang ganda sobra, as in! call center yun kaya ung mga tao dun ay nag-iingles. onti nga rin pala ung mga tao dun kasi maaga pa. ung mga agents na andoon eh ung mga nag-night shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, tinour muna kami dun sa building. buti na lang at Facilities manager (uhmmm. i'm not sure kung yan talaga ung position ng dad niya. basta mataas un) ung dad niya at may access siya sa lahat ng lugar sa building. astig nga eh. meron pang parang ID scanner sa bawat pinto at ung mga authorized lang ang pwedeng maka-pasok. pero hindi lahat ng workers/agents dun merong ganun. (okay... tama na.) basta! tinour niya kami at pinakilala sa bawat tao doon. tapos, gala na kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pumunta muna kami sa... nakalimutan ko na ung pangalan nung mall eh. basta, medyo maliit lang siya at onti lang ang tao. nag-ikot ikot lang kami dun tas palipat lipat din ng mall. tas kumain kami at nanood ng sine (four christmases). nagbilliards nga rin pala kami. super saya talaga. kaya lang kinailangan ko nang umuwi dahil late na rin kaya hinatid na kami sa bahay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-6460573434122380133?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/6460573434122380133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=6460573434122380133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/6460573434122380133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/6460573434122380133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2008/12/eastwood.html' title='EASTWOOD'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-3544578524242252962</id><published>2008-12-21T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T12:25:28.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so, i changed my layout to suit this season. well, Christmas is just days from today and we better get ready! haha. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-3544578524242252962?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/3544578524242252962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=3544578524242252962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/3544578524242252962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/3544578524242252962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-i-changed-my-layout-to-suit-this.html' title=''/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-8483922737950649889</id><published>2008-12-18T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:00:39.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>letters.</title><content type='html'>wala lang. gumawa lang ako ng mga letters para sa mga bibigyan ko ng mga matitinong regalo. nilagay ko lang dito kasi baka ireformat ung pc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-8483922737950649889?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/8483922737950649889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=8483922737950649889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/8483922737950649889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/8483922737950649889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2008/12/letters_18.html' title='letters.'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-2291879759610257354</id><published>2008-12-18T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T20:59:38.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;leona,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas! bago mo nga pala buksan, bibigyan na kaagad kita ng clue kung ano ba talaga ang laman ng nasa loob. nakita mo na ito sa Lianas eh. paborito ito ng mga batang babae - mahirap man o mayaman. maaari mong suklayin ang buhok nito, hubaran kahit saan, kausapin kung wala kang makausap, lagyan ng make-up, pasayawin, pagtripan, pugutan ng ulo kapag galit ka, at marami pang iba. nahulaan mo na ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---o sige, maaari mo nang buksan.---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siguro akala mo CUTIE doll no? haha. :)) baliw! kung hindi mo pa rin mahulaan kung ano ung isa dito, bibigyan uli kita ng clue. paborito mo. mabalahibo, may beak, mahilig tumuka, ipinanganak ka sa year na ito, paborito rin ng minamahal mo (at may minamahal na rin. awww), lumilipad (sabi mo), mas paborito mo ito kapag ito'y tinurbo, paborito ng lahat ng bata (lalo na ng mga batang mahilig mag-Jollibee), matatagpuan sa tapat ng bahay ninyo, maingay, gumigising sa iyo araw-araw, nanghahabol (lalo na ung lalaki), at minention na sa Noli Me Tangere. o ano, nahulaan mo na ba? edi MANOK. buti na lang at iyan ang nabili ng aking butihing ina. tamang-tama. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yung isa naman, siguro alam mo na rin. akala ko nga mga 40 lang yan eh. nadaya ako. hindi pala. pero ayus lang. ayoko kasi na damit naman ang iregalo ko sa inyo. ano yun, puro damit na tayong lahat. edi parang bumili na rin ako ng 3 damit. diba? at saka, sabi mo dati gusto mo ng necktie kaya ayun. clover nga rin pala siya dahil alam kong iyan ang pinaka-mababa sa larangan ng pagbabaraha. diba lagi ka namang talo? haha. :)) loser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o sige, sayang ang ink. dapat nga eh ilalagay ko pa ung muka mo dito. kaso, mauubusan na kami ng ink. haha. merry christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-2291879759610257354?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/2291879759610257354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=2291879759610257354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/2291879759610257354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/2291879759610257354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2008/12/leona-merry-christmas-bago-mo-nga-pala.html' title=''/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-1819498989940150562</id><published>2008-12-18T20:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T20:57:31.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;dale,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas! bago mo nga pala buksan, bibigyan na kaagad kita ng clue kung ano ba talaga ang laman ng nasa loob. nakita mo na ito sa Lianas eh. paborito ito ng mga batang babae - mahirap man o mayaman. maaari mong suklayin ang buhok nito, hubaran kahit saan, kausapin kung wala kang makausap, lagyan ng make-up, pasayawin, pagtripan, pugutan ng ulo kapag galit ka, at marami pang iba. nahulaan mo na ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---ayyy. alam na niya ang laman. buksan mo na nga!.---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siguro akala mo CUTIE doll no? haha. :)) baliw! wala na akong dapat sasabihin dahil alam mo rin naman ung laman nito (except nga naman dun sa isa). so, bubuyog. bat nga ba? malamang yellow. diba peyborit mo yun? halata din naman sigurong yellow yun. so, hindi ko rin alam kung ano talaga ung purpose nian. paglaruan mo na lang o kaya idisplay mo na lang kung saan-saan. wag na wag mo talaga iyan itatapon, sayang naman kasi ung effort at ung PERANG nagastos diyan. haha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ung utang ko nga pala sayo, pwedeng wag ko na lang bayaran? wala na kasi akong pera. hindi pa ako pinayagan sa star city ngayon. tapos, baka hindi na rin ako makasama sa gig sa sabado. MAAWA ka na. shit. hindi talaga ako pinayagan sa star city. badtrip nga eh. hindi ko nga kinakausap ung mga parents ko eh. barbero kasi sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o sige. MERRY CHRISTMAS nga pala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o sige, sayang ang ink. dapat nga eh ilalagay ko pa ung muka mo dito. kaso, mauubusan na kami ng ink. haha. merry christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-1819498989940150562?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/1819498989940150562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=1819498989940150562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/1819498989940150562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/1819498989940150562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2008/12/dale-merry-christmas-bago-mo-nga-pala.html' title=''/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-6641046699767338360</id><published>2008-12-18T20:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T20:58:49.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Jasmine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas! bago mo nga pala buksan, bibigyan na kaagad kita ng clue kung ano ba talaga ang laman ng nasa loob. nakita mo na ito sa Lianas eh. paborito ito ng mga batang babae - mahirap man o mayaman. maaari mong suklayin ang buhok nito, hubaran kahit saan, kausapin kung wala kang makausap, lagyan ng make-up, pasayawin, pagtripan, pugutan ng ulo kapag galit ka, at marami pang iba. nahulaan mo na ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---o sige, pwede mo nang buksan.---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siguro akala mo CUTIE doll no? haha. :)) baliw! alam mo bang saktong-sakto ang nabili ng aking butihing ina sapagkat sa tuwing makikita ko ito, naaalala kita? haha. :)) hindi ko nga rin alam kung anong use nitong baboy na to, pero idisplay mo na lang siya. paglaruan mo na lang din kung wala kang magawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos ung isa, necktie. ayoko ng damit kasi lahat na tayo damit ang ireregalo sa isa't isa. kaya, para maiba, ito na lang. akala ko nga mura lang, tapos... dapat pala damit na lang ung binili ko. haha. :)) saglit, hindi ko pa nga rin pala nakakalimutan ung UTANG mo sa akin. ung 13 pesos. bayaran mo na ako! haha. :)) bat nga pala eto ung napili ko para sa iyo? wala lang. wala na kasing iba eh. puro parehas na ung iba, tas ung isa pangit pa. eto na lang ung natitirang matino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o sige, sayang ang ink. dapat nga eh ilalagay ko pa ung muka mo dito. kaso, mauubusan na kami ng ink. haha. merry christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-6641046699767338360?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/6641046699767338360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=6641046699767338360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/6641046699767338360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/6641046699767338360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2008/12/jasmine-merry-christmas-bago-mo-nga.html' title=''/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-8714859885286553200</id><published>2008-12-18T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T20:55:21.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Paula,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday! ayun. hindi ko nga alam kung ano tong regalo ko eh. basta, weird kasi eh. tas emo ka. haha. :)) para siyang pang-girl. pero hayaan mo na. basta, may pipindutin ka nga pala sa ilalim para may mangyari dun sa giraffe. basta, try mo. natutuwa nga ako dun eh. kaso baka di ka matuwa. hayaan mo na nga. haha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 ka na daw, sobrang tanda mo na! grabe, eh ako 15 pa lang. haha. :)) nakooo. sabi ko na nga ba eh, napaka-walang kwenta nitong sulat ko. Merry Christmas nga rin pala. muntik ko nang makalimutan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sige, baka maubos ung ink. sabi ko na nga ba eh dapat sinulat ko na lang, para masaya. kaya nga lang wala kong bolpen. pulubi no? barbero talaga. :)) ingatan mo nga pala ang iyong pinakamamahal. sasabihin mo na ba sa kanya? oo, dapat. diba? sige na nga. kanina pa ako nagsasabing tama na kasi nga aksaya sa ink. hindi naman kasi kami tulad niyong AKSAYADO sa ink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ay, nakalimutan ko. sorry nga pala kung hindi ako nakapunta sa bahay niyo kahapon. pumunta pa kasi ako sa SM para bumili ng regalo kay JEAN. sorry talaga. belated happy birthday na lang! sige. merry christmas na rin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-8714859885286553200?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/8714859885286553200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=8714859885286553200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/8714859885286553200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/8714859885286553200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2008/12/paula-happy-birthday-ayun.html' title=''/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-2297010342641516305</id><published>2008-12-18T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T20:58:12.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jean,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas! sorry nga pala kung hindi Eclipse ung niregalo ko ha. sold out na kasi siya eh. as in nagtanung-tanung na talaga ako sa lahat ng Bookstores at wala na daw. sayang talaga. hihiramin ko pa naman siya sana. haha. joke. :)) ayun. hindi ka na tuloy makakabili ng Breaking Dawn (na hihiramin ko rin sana). eto. Heartstrings na bag na lang ung binili ko. sana magustuhan mo. sana din gamitin mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nahulaan mo nga pala na ako ung nakabunot sa iyo pero syempre TODO deny naman ako. AKO PA! haha. :)) akala din ni elgelyn na siya ung nabunot ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salamat nga rin pala sa lahat. sa lahat-lahat - sa pagpapakopya, sa pagkain tuwing math time, sa pagiging kausap ko pag wala na akong makausap, at sa pagiging isang mabuting kaibigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, hanggang dito na lang. mauubusan na rin kasi ako ng ink kaya maikli na lang ung letter ko. sige. Merry Christmas ulit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-2297010342641516305?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/2297010342641516305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=2297010342641516305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/2297010342641516305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/2297010342641516305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2008/12/letters.html' title=''/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-6643809823862634852</id><published>2008-12-10T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T20:09:46.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new moon.</title><content type='html'>whoa. parang sobrang tagal ko nang hindi nag-oonline. nakakatamad kasi eh. saglit. english na lang kaya para masaya. haha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i've just finished reading New Moon! it's actually my first time reading such book in a short period of time. i only read it for THREE DAYS. haha. should i be proud of myself? well, no. i'll just look stupid and imbecile. it's not a big deal for others. but for me it is. so, am i telling myself to be proud? hmmmm. BOBS! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, back to the topic. i've finished reading it and i'm not that satisfied. well, it's actually boring in the middle (for Edward was gone and Jacob's always there). and also, there's no real villain (i thought it's victoria at first). i mean, no action scenes like what was in twilight, with James and Victoria as the criminals. well, i haven't read twilight, though we've already watched it. they say that the movie sucks, that it doesn't really followed the book. does it really have to be the same as what is in the book? considering its very detailed actions, a certain book can't be as perfect as what can really be on screens (except for Jonathan Livingston Seagull, maybe. what the hell! who's gonna watch that if it really will exist? haha).  it just isn't fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, enough for the argument. and i think my talking should end now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-6643809823862634852?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/6643809823862634852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=6643809823862634852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/6643809823862634852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/6643809823862634852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-moon.html' title='new moon.'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-1737128415422592221</id><published>2008-12-02T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:34:17.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yes.</title><content type='html'>super. later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-1737128415422592221?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/1737128415422592221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=1737128415422592221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/1737128415422592221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/1737128415422592221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2008/12/yes.html' title='yes.'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-4326963821400667260</id><published>2008-11-15T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T23:29:39.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mcdo, eh?</title><content type='html'>this day rocks (sarcastically speaking). uhmm. by the way, i have to say "hello, how are you" to this stupid little blog. it's been a while since i posted another strange, ugly story of mine. well, i couldn't help it. my life is full of thorns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so mcdo, eh? haha. fcuk off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want to know? well, it's just a simple meeting for our research. the meeting place and time was in McDo and at 9 in the morning. so, i woke up and cleaned the house. i left the house at around 9:25 for i still needed to ask our neighbor to watch/baby-sit my brother. i was then excited when i finally got a trike on the way to Mcdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pushed the entrance door and finally stepped my foot on the clean, shiny tiles of the fastfood. first, i waited for five minutes. and then, i ordered a coke float to decrease the loneliness i felt that time. ten more minutes... 20... 30... traffic maybe, i thought. i still have to wait. 40... i ordered a meal... a happy meal, fried chicken and moto-moto as the toy. even though i'm not that hungry at that time, i still ate for i don't want to do nothing and look stupid for not doing anything. i finally decided to wait 10 more minutes or i'm off and they'll be dead meat on Monday. after, no one arrived. no one showed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was right. i shouldn't have wasted my time, money, energy, effort, sweat on that stupid meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got home, i texted dale and asked her if she knew loriza and arwin's number. she replied and told me that arwin's at the MTAP, with her. ohhhh, shit. shit. shit. shit. shit. shit. shit. shit. shit. shit. shit. shit. shit. shit. shit. shit. shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/4878808516479896188-4326963821400667260?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/4326963821400667260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=4326963821400667260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/4326963821400667260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/4326963821400667260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2008/11/mcdo-eh.html' title='mcdo, eh?'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-27434084494668425</id><published>2008-09-29T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T15:51:21.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fresh day</title><content type='html'>monday - a fresh day to start your week. it should be calm, peaceful... and... and... i let it down. yeah. this monday was a weird one (well, not exactly). i just failed all of our tests. well, here's the start of everything, my most precious despicable monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i peacefully got off my bed to turn off the alarm that disturbed my precious sleep. i had no choice but to get up and take a bath. and so, i checked the time and it's already 6 in the morning. thank goodness, i was finished. all that i have to do is to fix my things and go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i arrived at the school while they are singing the national anthem. i was surprised when mickay was behind me and told me... if i have reviewed on our test in ENGLISH. what?! omg. i forgot about that. yest, three chapters (haha. that's only three chapters). you're stupid when you're thinking that way. three chapters meant three days. yes, three days of suffering and memorizing all the tiny details mentioned. three chapters? oh no. every chapter is read for about two hours (if you really need to remember the slightest words, details, or whatever it is). all that i did that time was to pray. pray that the test would be cancelled and continued the next day or the next week, whatever he prefers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE HAD THE TEST. yes, that stupid test. i'm quiet sure that i'm going to fail. at least i tried and answered the first one. if only i knew the kind of test... i'll surely not memorize every single detail the chapter has... if only... if only i knew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never mind that thing. so, we also had our mcday today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;wala na kong oras. paalam na.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-27434084494668425?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/27434084494668425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=27434084494668425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/27434084494668425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/27434084494668425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2008/09/fresh-day.html' title='fresh day'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-5034879600687516373</id><published>2008-09-22T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:30:27.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[sigh]</title><content type='html'>regarding dun sa balloon namin sa values, all i can say is SHIT. isang malaking TAE. hayyy. ang babaw ko naman. iniyakan ko pa yan kagabi (considering the time, which is almost 2 in the morning, we can say that it happened this morning). sobra as in humagulgol ako. :)) pano ba naman, my mom told me that the balloons were already set. so, i trusted her, of course, for she even bothered to text me about that STUPID little thing. and then, siguro mga maggagabi na, my tita texted me that the balloons weren't the one i needed - the stupid balloons on sticks, the one that doesn't fly, without helium. she reasoned out that helium balloons were not allowed, according to the law. DUH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fortunately, my mom helped me (well, maybe it's because she saw me sitting on one corner, crying). she got the yellow pages and then called one of those balloon experts. :)) as a matter of fact, my mom WAS NOT angry at me that she shouted at me, like the teachers and the sisters i've met on my grade school years. well, that's sarcastic, if you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the balloons are okay now. yessss. except for the payment. it's COD (cash on delivery), which means you have to pay when it comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home alone again. so, i'm right in front of the computer, writing another stupid blog. :| actually, it's very hard to be alone in your house. you have to do a lot of house works (if your house is not that clean, like ours). so, i washed the dishes, cleaned the rooms, cooked food for myself (well, i only cooked noodles this afternoon, and that's my dinner already), uhmmmm... what else? watched movie - i finished AMERICAN PIE beta house yesterday, and today i watched MEAN GIRLS, updated my friendster account, slept just for an hour (that's amazing), watched Yamato Nadeshiko Shichi Henge the wallflower this afternoon at 4, uhmmm... that's all, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;time check: it's already 12:30 in the morning and they just arrived. whoa. i was surprised when my mom held in her hands a nintendo ds. well, i wish it were psp. but then... well, it's okay than nothing. so, i think my talking ends here. i also have to try that small stupid thing. :))&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/4878808516479896188-5034879600687516373?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/5034879600687516373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=5034879600687516373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/5034879600687516373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/5034879600687516373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2008/09/sigh.html' title='[sigh]'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-8629982233185201318</id><published>2008-09-20T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:42:02.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SNUNxO47l0I/AAAAAAAAACU/XnMbppRbmAU/s1600-h/Picture0045edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SNUNxO47l0I/AAAAAAAAACU/XnMbppRbmAU/s320/Picture0045edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248116080231814978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa wakas at natapos ko na rin ang drafting namin (left elevation). hayyyy. pero habang gumagawa ako, nguya naman ako ng nguya ng tsokolate. wala lang. HOME ALONE nga din pala ako. so, ako lang ung mag-isa sa bahay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SNUNasf__tI/AAAAAAAAACM/A5m1hmyi9-E/s1600-h/Picture0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SNUNasf__tI/AAAAAAAAACM/A5m1hmyi9-E/s320/Picture0063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248115693043318482" 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/4878808516479896188-8629982233185201318?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/8629982233185201318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=8629982233185201318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/8629982233185201318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/8629982233185201318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2008/09/boredom.html' title='boredom'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SNUNxO47l0I/AAAAAAAAACU/XnMbppRbmAU/s72-c/Picture0045edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-631843676579216761</id><published>2008-09-16T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:25:41.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lady of shalott, you and i together in this strange world</title><content type='html'>whoa. so, i'm kinda addicted to a book, which i told you wasn't mine, entitled 'Avalon High'. well, actually, it's not the book that i liked, but the legend it foretells. is it a legend or something? i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elaine of astolat - a heartbroken chick. so, elaine was a noble lady who fell wildly in love with Lancelot, a medieval hottie. when her love was not returned, she neither eat nor sleep for TEN DAYS. after her death, her body was sent down the river on a barge to somewhere where KING ARTHUR found it. she held a note in her hands for lancelot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, uhmmm. there was this guy named ALFRED LORD TENNYSON, a poet in the 19th century who wrote a poem about her. "THE LADY OF SHALOTT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;english class - we had this weird yet fun activity. it's about knowing what your personality and career is. well, it started on a shape. you have to pick what shape you want or represents you. i picked square (but i really love the squiggle thing) as my first. and then, sir dids gave us the 'answer key' or 'guide'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;square&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - organized, detailed, &lt;strike&gt;KNOWLEDGEABLE&lt;/strike&gt;, persevering, patient; meticulous, cool, not picking, LONER, ALOOF, procrastinating, complaining, resistant to  change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aloof and loner, eh? haha. well, maybe, sometimes. like what i'm currently experiencing this year. i'm a little bit alone, with a different world from theirs. i can sense that they can feel it. THEY who always keep on stabbing and, without even noticing, killing me with frustrations and anguishes. i'm getting a little bit EMOtional today. i can't blame myself for doing so. it's just that these things keep running into my head, shouting and angry at me. just stick your nose out if it. got that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&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/4878808516479896188-631843676579216761?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/631843676579216761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=631843676579216761' title='0 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ohio. dd at oqo. oqo at dd. olarte at taduran. taduran at olarte.</title><content type='html'>kakaiba tong araw na to. sobra. parang andaming free time. una ung physics, absent kasi si Mrs. De Jesus. buti na lang kasi may test kami. tapos filipino. may seminar kasi kaming mga seniors. eh hanggang lunch pa naman yun. tapos, inalam ko kung ano ung blood type ko. alam ko na siya (O daw sabi ng nanay ko). pumila kami para ipatusok ang daliri namin sa karayum at magpadugo. :)) eh, medyo may pagkaduwag ako pagdating sa ganun, kaya nagpahuli ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ayun, hinabol muna namin nila Loriza at Arwin ung speakers. pano ba naman, gagawin namin silang mentors. natuwa naman kami nung pumayag na sila. syempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos, balik na sa main. pumila na ako at nagpatusok na. masakit siya, syempre nilagyan ba naman ng alcohol. basta, masakit. laking gulat ko naman at walang lumabas na dugo. syempre natakot ako nun dahil baka tusukin uli ako. buti na lamang at may lumabas, pero kakaunti lamang. tapos pinisil-pisil pa ung daliri ko para dumanak na ang dugo. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayun, nalaman ko rin pala na A+ pala ung blood type ko. barbero talaga nanay ko. :)) haha. joke lang yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siya nga pala, naglaro nga pala kami ni leona ng TIC-TAC-TOE. nanalo ako syempre. at si jubac? natalo ko rin siya ng isang beses. bwahahahah. :)) nagpusoy dos din kami. ayun oh. bumalik na naman kami sa dati, adik na adik. naglaro kami nila arene, ako, leona, jas, jam, at ann. masaya siya, sobra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos, uwian na. edi umuwi na kami. sabi ko kay dale na wag na sumabay samin para magkasama sila ni OHIO. tinanong ko nga rin pala si ohio na ihatid na lang si dale, syempre. pero ayaw eh. kaya yun, kaming tatlo na naman ang magkakasabay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-11 muna para magpalamig at uminom ng slurpee. nilibre kami ni dale dahil nakita na naman niya si ohio. lagi naman ganun eh, pag andyan na si ohio, nililibre niya kami. kaya yun, pumasok ung GOS (hindi na nga EGOS eh, wala na kasi si EDU. ewan ko kung bakit.) sa 7-11. malamang ang dahilan ay andoon si dale (hindi ako sigurado pero iyon ang nahihinuha ko).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iniwan namin si dale sa piling ng GOS sapagkat bibili si leona ng cartolina para sa drafting. tapos, bumalik na kami, nag-uusap silang dalawa. tinanong ko uli si ohio kung ihahatid niya si dale. hindi daw kasi kasama naman daw kami eh. tapos yun, nagpaalam na siya kay ohio at si ohio kay dale. tapos, ayun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pag-uwi ko sa bahay, walang tao. nagtext ako sa nanay ko kung nasaan ung susi pero sinabi nila na akala daw nila ay sasama ako sa kanila. so ayun, nagdoorbell ako ng ilang beses kahit na alam kong walang tao sa loob. naghintay ako ng matagal. hanggang sa dumating na ang mga magulang ko. laking gulat ko na andoon pala sa loob ang aking NAKAKAIRITANG kuya. sobra. naasar ako sa kanya nang makita ko siya. antagal-tagal kong naghintay sa labas. nagdoorbell naman ako ah? bingi ba siya. basta. iritang irita ako sa kanya nang mga oras na iyon. ang dahilan naman niya ay nilalagnat daw siya? o, talaga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basta, dumagdag pa yun sa pag-init ng ulo ko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-8635315250232321352?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/8635315250232321352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=8635315250232321352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/8635315250232321352'/><link rel='self' 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yes, indeed. it's very easy to fail. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 7 in the morning. still, i haven't touched any review materials or whatsoever but a book, Avalon High - which is not mine. so, i took a bath, ate my breakfast (but not too much) and went off. to my surprise, we arrived there pretty much early, at 10:30 am. haha. my mom's really excited about it, like what happened on the UPCAT day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at around 11:30, i saw Joshua, Bea, Myrra, Ann, Mariel, and Leira (Leira has finished her exam when we saw her). and then we talked about how we wasted our time yesterday, what we feel, etc. after some time, the ACET takers must fall in line to their respective halls. of course, accompanied by those CAT personnel (is that the right term?).  much to my surprise, myrra and joshua were also with the same hall as i am. and so, we chatted. we also talked about the bee i accidentaly stepped on to. don't worry, i didn't kill that insect until myrra pushed it (she got the idea from me)  that it fell and died. owww. that poor little thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, we were designated to our rooms. mine was room 19, which i actually passed by while i was walking. i entered the room and sat on one of the chairs. i was surprised when the guy proctor approached me and asked my name. i answered him CONFIDENTLY (but deep inside a little bit scared and bothered), "CAVAN." :)) he emphasized to me the sitting plan we should follow and told me to sit on the chair behind me. haha. i'm so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, the test started. we took first English proficiency with essay (is it significant.. hero?) and then Mathematics proficiency. 10-minute break. and then gen. knowledge (which was actually 25 items that will be answered for 5 minutes only), abstract reasoning (which actually broke my head into small parts), vocabulary (5 minutes also), reading comprehension, analogy (10 minutes , i think), logical reasoning, and numerical ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i don't think i can pass it. one reason is that i'm stupid, brain-less, and whatsoever. second, i didn't study the night before or even the days/weeks/months before it. third, i answered the test without any knowledge in my head (stocked knowledge, that's what they call it). come what may. may God guide and help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-1033503346193081710?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/1033503346193081710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=1033503346193081710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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EMO. by the way, i love elmo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-4473191363451968873?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/4473191363451968873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=4473191363451968873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/4473191363451968873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/4473191363451968873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2008/09/emo.html' title='emo :))'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-8324861124316715245</id><published>2008-09-13T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T08:16:00.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously speaking</title><content type='html'>whoa. i didn't go to school today because of one reason - i don't want to. haha. :)) tomorrow's acet, but i didn't have the guts to review. or maybe i just don't feel doing it. argh. i'm getting bothered already, now that i know that the test will be having an essay part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate essays. i don't know why. well, considering my brain's limited capacity to think, i am only up to two things - food and rest. yes, i am like Jose Samson who don't like anything else but movies, scrumptous foods, pretty girls... no no no. scratch the girls part... and freedom. [sigh] speaking of Jose Samson, i really think he is also quiet the same with Michael Crespo. well, according to the novel, Jose don't have stage frights. he can easily talk to people, of course, because of his straightforward personality. and, in my opinion, crespo's also like that. well, maybe a little bit. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, let's not talk about that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to school awhile ago to pass my assignment in Economics. well, i handed it down to Paula and just left afterward. of course, i don't want to be seen by any other students/classmates/batchmates/teachers. i'm not that stupid. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-8324861124316715245?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/8324861124316715245/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-2987703793371453824</id><published>2008-09-13T08:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:30:35.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>corn flakes are yummy</title><content type='html'>okay. we visited Charmaine's mom today, during class hours. we left the school at 2:00 pm - MAPEH - and i was so glad that i didn't attend her class. :)) i somewhat hate her, but not that much. i mean, at that particular moment when we left her class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhmmm. by the way, crespo's back. :)) as usual, leona's talking about him and how handsome he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we went to dale's house to... uhmmmm... i don't know. oh, i remember. they would help me answer my assignment in Economics. dale also bought us two SUNDAEs from Mcdo (she's always like that whenever she's with her beloved OHIO). and then we surfed the net, criticized some mortals in friendster, gave some comments to each other and then we ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're done with the main dish and of course the next is the dessert. yumyum. i actually grabbed the Corn Flakes inside the refrigerator and then told leona that we should eat some more. leona then told me to add some milk. i have my bowl filled with corn flakes and milk. but then when i tasted it, it tastes like a BURAK! yuck. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-2987703793371453824?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/2987703793371453824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=2987703793371453824' title='0 Comments'/><link 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think. it's very humiliating, thinking that i'm the class monitor. i'm supposed to be in time always. when i arrived, they were all making sounds using their tongues - the 'ttttttttttttt' sound. they're like lizards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily, when i arrived, they haven't checked our assignment. paula, my seatmate, was also copying jean's assignment. of course i copied also. :)) after some time, we heard the bell rang from GOLEZ (i'm not sure if it's golez or main). and then, we shouted. we all knew that ring means suspension of classes. haha. it really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;today's my brother's birthday. happy birthday justin.&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/4878808516479896188-6789489451209534278?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' 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lang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-2180869717461051827?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/2180869717461051827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=2180869717461051827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/2180869717461051827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/2180869717461051827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2008/09/ooops_10.html' title='ooops.'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-569295283151271612</id><published>2008-09-08T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:14:43.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mournday.</title><content type='html'>this monday is mourn day. do you want to know why? it's because Charmaine Delfin's mom passed away this morning. yes. and i heard too that her dad died long years ago. i really am sorry for her. my condolences to you and your entire family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mourn day is just an expression of myself. it doesn't mean that Mama Mary's birthday is such a grief. so, today's also her birthday. we didn't hear mass today because 1) we are not allowed to do so, 2) there's no more enough space to accommodate us, the seniors, 3) there's no such thing as "participating in co-curricular activities"/attending mass during classes, 4) we focus more on academic aspects, 5) our principal wants that, not us, 6) maybe, God forbid us for some of us will just review for our test in English. well, those are some reasons why we haven't attended the mass today.  (note: those are just inferences, meaning an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INTELLIGENT&lt;/span&gt; guess.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;so, this day was an odd one. i don't know. it seems that this day is neither ordinary nor extraordinary. hahahaha. oh, i remember. jasmine leonor's phone is the same as my phone (yes, the robbed one). awwwwww. i can still remember that day, that day when my phone was snatched/robbed/grabbed/anything you want to call it. when was that? oh right, april 25th 2008. GOD HAS PLANS. i would stop reminscing about what had happened, starting now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhmmm. today's also my first time to have this REGULAR TRIP. actually, my mom forgot to give me some money. she just asked me to borrow money and she'll just pay it tomorrow. well, i haven't borrowed anything from my classmates. it's just that Leona has this not-so-big-and-that's-small debt. she owed me 20 pesos. that's a big money for me, considering that i have no money that time (uhmmm. kelan nga ba ako nagkakaroon?). back to the main topic, i rode with 4 strangers - 2 men and 1 woman. yes, four strangers yet they're kind, especially the woman. i know i met her before. wait... wait... processing... saving... yes i remmber now. she's the one from the baptism of my godson. oh yeah, she's the one who talked about what is the real meaning of baptism and the true essence of it. hahah. GATCHALIAN is such a small subdivision. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, that's it. time check. 11:18 PM. i haven't finished all of my assignments including math and english, the graph and the essay. argh. i promised already awhile ago that i'll do all of my assignments already today. i hate DSL. it always tempts me give comments via friendster, to chat via Yahoo Messenger, to blog via blogspot, to chuva via chuva. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-569295283151271612?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/569295283151271612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=569295283151271612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/569295283151271612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/569295283151271612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2008/09/mournday.html' title='mournday.'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-8727595609747038336</id><published>2008-09-05T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:17:21.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the boat is sinking.</title><content type='html'>i was really busy this morning - cramming, procrastinating and struggling to copy our assignment in physics. also, i haven't made a slogan for this month's celebration - science month. today's theme is SCIENCE AND TECHNOLOGY: FOCUS ON FOOD SECURITY FOR COMMUNITY DEVELOPMENT. well, i only have five minutes to make my own slogan for that. i don't have to tell you what my slogan is. BASURA lang naman iyon eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics is such a hard subject, for me. i don't know why i can't understand the terms and the concepts our teacher discusses, even the book. it's just that my brain don't absorb all the things related to physics. it's just like what Jose Samson feels towards math and science. speaking of Jose Samson, today's also my first time to read the first chapter of Mass. well, thanks to Sir Dids' test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also had some recreational activities during our PE class. the first game was Manila Paper Dance (we didn't call it as Newspaper Dance 'cause we didn't use newspapers, anyway). so, Anthony was my partner in this game. actually, it's really fun, though we're struggling to get our feet on the manila paper. we're not the winner. yet, grins can be seen in our faces. the next game was The Boat is Sinking. this really is the game whom i liked the most. yes, i really love this for we all laughed because of our craziness. we do became like children in that time. well, here's the fun part. when blanche told us to group ourselves into 2o, Lennihan, Anthony and I were left behind. we just went to one side and look at our classmates who are really having fun counting themselves.  after five seconds, i think, two humans went to us. and then, another one, and another one, until we, Lennihan, Anthony and I, were all sandwiched to the wall. we laughed until our stomach aches. as a matter of fact, we can't move on because of that. we're shocked because we didn't think that they'll go to us. hahahahah. :)) right now, while i am typing, i can't help myself but laugh. awwww, i'll surely miss this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's also Luis' Birthday. we didn't went to his house, even though Leona and Dale wanted to. and, because of that, i decided to treat them a slurpee, but the smallest one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those are the highlights of what had happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, tomorrow, i'm going to Paula's house to finish our project in PHYSICS, which is the periscope. argh. physics, again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-8727595609747038336?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/8727595609747038336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=8727595609747038336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/8727595609747038336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/8727595609747038336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2008/09/boat-is-sinking.html' title='the boat is sinking.'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-6481450823599962513</id><published>2008-08-31T18:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T18:02:47.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ngayong 6:08 PM, bati na kami ni JEROME. yes. salamat. thanks spidey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-6481450823599962513?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/6481450823599962513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=6481450823599962513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/6481450823599962513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/6481450823599962513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2008/08/ngayong-608-pm-bati-na-kami-ni-jerome.html' title=''/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-5780305317045175547</id><published>2008-08-31T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T17:38:47.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spiderman.</title><content type='html'>Dear Spiderman,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;linggo. wala pa ring pag-uusad. wala pa ring pag-uusad ang research namin at ang pag-aaway namin ni JEROME. so, galit pa rin siya. nakita ko ung comments nia saken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ewan ko ba sau. San na comment ko? Okay ka lng? Eh ano ung ibig sabihin&lt;br /&gt;ng "Awch c jerome na ung first featured moh"?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akala ko medyo okay na. pero may sumunod pang iba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Isipin mo nman kasi kung ano ung dating nung sinabi moh. hmp!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo. sorry na nga eh. friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;friends? C'est qoui ça? Tu m'enerve!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trinanslate ko to sa babelfish. eto ung lumbas: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Is C qoui that? You m' irritate!"&lt;/span&gt;. halata naman galit pa rin saken si jerome. so, nag-sorry na ko. ewan ko kung tatanggapin nia. bahala na. bahala na si spiderman. (hindi yun joke) bat nga ba spiderman? ewan. bahala na rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;napaiyak na naman ako. sobra. dahil sa napaka-walang kwenta kong tao, nawala ko ang mga pinaka-importanteng tao sa buhay ko. dahil sa napaka-tanga ko, nag-away kami ni jerome. dahil sa napaka-gago kong tao, hindi ko siya magawang makipagbati na sa akin. dahil sa napaka-bobo kong tao, wala na akong silbi. i should have died yesterday. i should have went with my dad in EK. i should have ridden that SPACE SHUTTLE and died because of a bloody accident. i wish i were not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buti pa si dale at ohio, nagkaka-igihan na. torpe nga lang sila sa isa't isa. ewan ko. nabasa ko ung blog ni DD eh. basta. masaya sila sa kani-kanilang buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eto ako ngayon, umiiyak pa rin. sobra. nakikipag-sabayan nga ang mga ulap sa akin. napakalakas. HEAVY FLOW. huh? menstruation? (hindi uli yan joke). basta. bahala na uli si spiderman. tandaan mo, ipina-uubaya ko na ang lahat sa iyo, spidey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Nagmamahal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hindi talaga joke yan. walang nakakatawa.&lt;br /&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/4878808516479896188-5780305317045175547?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/5780305317045175547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=5780305317045175547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/5780305317045175547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/5780305317045175547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2008/08/spiderman.html' title='spiderman.'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-2209008798267909847</id><published>2008-08-31T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T17:22:23.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post script</title><content type='html'>hindi si jerome ung tinutukoy ko sa unang pag-iyak ko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-2209008798267909847?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/2209008798267909847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=2209008798267909847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/2209008798267909847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/2209008798267909847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2008/08/post-script.html' title='post script'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-7672862541776601034</id><published>2008-08-31T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T17:17:48.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>satearday</title><content type='html'>i woke up seeing them went off. it's my second time to be left alone. well, i don't want to go with them. i don't care whatever place they'll go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes, no priest parents. no stupid brother. no hyper kid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lucky? maybe not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i saw him again. yes, that stupid happy-go-lucky gay. i was annoyed when i saw him online in my list. steam went out my ears. i want to kill that guy/gay/homo/mortal. tears fell off from my eyes. i cried because of great wrath.  suddenly i stopped, thinking that i was stupid. yes, a great moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad called me, saying that they're at EK. what? they went without me. i cried again. but it's not the one i did for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. by the way, i remember that today's sa&lt;span&gt;TEAR&lt;/span&gt;day. it's a 24-hour full blast. it's a bad day. a very bad day, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i opened my friendster account, there's a new comment. i was happy about that. yet when i clicked it, i saw jerome's comment to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="dc"&gt; &lt;span class="title commentsLink"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/45390214"&gt;-shadOwhEarts-&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;script&gt;document.write(fMakeDate("08/29/2008 10:28 am","-7","%M%M/%D%D/%y%y%y%y %h:%m%m %a"));&lt;/script&gt;08/29/2008 10:28 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;b&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;akit? anong problema sa order? may kinalaman ba un sa pagiging close sa isang tao? ASAR LNG UN AH. Edi ibig-sabihin pla nun huli pla ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so, he's mad at me. okay. okay. it's my fault. sabi ko kay dale na "awch. si jerome na ung first featured mo." actually, wala na kong masabi kaya ung ung sinabi ko. iyon ang totoo. wala naman talaga akong intensyong masaktan nang todo si jerome. haller? aawayin ko si jerome? okay. inaway ko na pala siya. pero hindi ko un sinasadya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, naiyak na naman ako. sobra. habang tinitignan ko ung comments nia sa iba-ibang tao. edi na-hurt din ako kasi sinasabi niya sa ibang tao - na para bang ako ung may kasalanan. oo, kasalanan ko nga, pero diba nakaka-hurt kapag iyon din ang iniisip ng ibang tao saken? grabe tong araw na to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm still crying up to now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/4878808516479896188-7672862541776601034?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/7672862541776601034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=7672862541776601034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/7672862541776601034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/7672862541776601034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2008/08/satearday.html' title='satearday'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-3266884884754581622</id><published>2008-08-27T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:14:07.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NCAE</title><content type='html'>NCAE's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the test is divided into eight - Reading Comprehension, Manipulative Ability, Mathematical Ability, Clerical Ability, Science, Verbal ---, Nonverbal ---, Entrepreneurship Ability. Correct me if i'm wrong. i forgot the RIGHT words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i'm here again, angry to one person. but it's different from yesterday's. it's all just because of our stupid research. story will be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-3266884884754581622?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/3266884884754581622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=3266884884754581622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/3266884884754581622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/3266884884754581622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2008/08/ncae.html' title='NCAE'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-8136253291179001906</id><published>2008-08-26T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:07:58.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thunder</title><content type='html'>i thought we'll be having our NCAE today. thank goodness (I can't say the name of course), i did my essay yesterday. well, i can say that it's a trash. remember what crespo always say? yes, his famous &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Basura"&lt;/span&gt;. just for this moment, i accept that word to describe my procrastinated work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;let's not talk about that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i have this irritating scenario awhile ago, at exactly 1 pm (that's what i read from our clock). i got hot under the collar at that time. well, it's because of an irritating girl/boy, or should i say both, who, under some circumstances, tested my limit. i'm so angry with him/her/them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're such a SHIT/ASSHOLE/SOAB. Here i am again, angry with you guy(s). you're nothing but a shit! you always believe that it's not me. you always think that i'm not that good. you're always THINKING that you're better than me ALWAYS. sorry bitch! it's the other way around. -----------, you're such a LOSER! i'm so angry with you. as a matter of fact, i really loathe you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry. it's just that i can't control my feelings anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;today's full of lightings and thunders. it's kinda scary but it really is beautiful. rain also fell down those big dark clouds. and this made us stop by at Jasmine's house. we spent our time there, eating and criticizing other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhmmm. by the way, carla's new phone is also the same to the one i've lost (actually it's not lost, it's robbed).&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/4878808516479896188-8136253291179001906?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/8136253291179001906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=8136253291179001906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/8136253291179001906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/8136253291179001906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2008/08/thunder.html' title='thunder'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-9129085513660538559</id><published>2008-08-26T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:06:00.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the piano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SLVC9o-NPBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bPkYXStOdR0/s1600-h/400px-Playing_the_piano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SLVC9o-NPBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bPkYXStOdR0/s320/400px-Playing_the_piano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239167368253226002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have seen a very nice short movie.  the title is &lt;b&gt;The Piano&lt;/b&gt;. it was just simple, yet its meaning is clearly emphasized. i really love that movie. i mean, a short movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here's the link of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ZJDNSp1QJA"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Piano&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Just click. (not the picture)&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/4878808516479896188-9129085513660538559?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/9129085513660538559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=9129085513660538559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/9129085513660538559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/9129085513660538559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2008/08/piano.html' title='the piano'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WI9agbdriNM/SLVC9o-NPBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bPkYXStOdR0/s72-c/400px-Playing_the_piano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-3940069845508821352</id><published>2008-08-25T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T20:08:09.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenage Pregnancy: A Reflective Essay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I think of pregnancy, I can not help myself but be frightened – frightened because of the big responsibilities it bears. Suddenly, questions keep running into my mind. Why do I need to think about these stuffs? Why do I need to know these things? Will it affect me, my whole personality, my way of living? These questions were then answered after our class was tasked to watch a documentary – a very important one that emphasizes one of the most alarming dilemmas in our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The documentary, “Nanay na si Nene,” features one of the well-known problems we are facing, which is the teenage pregnancy. Teenage pregnancy is a very famous topic talked about today. It talks about underage girls, from 12 to 19 years old, becoming pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I watched this, I was awakened to the fact that it really exists. I mean, it really is true, but I was shocked because of their ages. Jonalyn is 16, Belinda is only 14, and Lealyn was 12. Among the three teens interviewed, Lealyn is the youngest and she seems to be the most unfortunate for she bore twins. I am so saddened by her situation. Her husband does not earn enough money to buy the twin’s milk. And sometimes, they do not even eat just for their twins to have milk. I do not know if I would pity or be angry to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, questions appeared in my mind. Why do they engage in such hard situations? Do not they think first before doing something? I know regrets are always in the end, but did not they think about the possible outcomes? Do not they think about their parents, who suffered and sacrificed everything just for them to have the best? Well, let us consider some factors that can affect the teenager’s engagement to this alarming situation. The environment is one. It is true that the people around you can serve as a big influence. Your surroundings, especially in crowded areas, can control whatever you do, think and say. Media is another. Nowadays, many teens get hooked to the incredible powers of technology. However, not all are suitable for very young audiences. Some TV shows, internet sites, and even newspaper articles contain malicious contents. Peer pressure is another. According to the group of teens interviewed, they first became aware to sex because they learned it from their friends. The fact that sex has become common among children is very unfortunate. To make matters worse, it may even be considered “cool” in some and according also to them, physical intimacy is a way of expressing their love. But is it really true? Is it love that you feel? Or is it just for pleasure? Yes, pleasure. It is not love but pleasure. Love waits and infatuation hastes. If you really love someone, you shall wait – wait for the right time. Moreover, adolescence is not the right time to express such feelings. On the other hand, others think the other way. Well, we can consider this also as one of the reasons why there is an early pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a baby in an early age is hard. Raising one seems to be the hardest thing one has ever done. Life today is tough and that is why we should not think of the things we should not mind. We are just teenagers and we should not rush and just focus on our studies and our future life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-3940069845508821352?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/3940069845508821352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=3940069845508821352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/3940069845508821352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/3940069845508821352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2008/08/teenage-pregnancy-reflective-essay.html' title='Teenage Pregnancy: A Reflective Essay'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-3928611222822250568</id><published>2008-08-24T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T11:33:31.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PNU madness.</title><content type='html'>we had this stupid classes today. darn! how would you feel about that, taking only three subjects and then card giving afterwards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's talk about the card giving thing. so, my dad went to get my card. he's late and he also brought Justin with him. after the PTA meeting, my dad just went off, leaving me without seeing my grades. well, bad things appeared in my mind. maybe i have low grades that my dad got pissed off. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, jasmine and i went with leona's group (with dylan &amp;amp; dale) to PNU. dylan invited us for a ride (with his parents of course). but we're shocked when they stopped in BLUE WAVE. oh no. they're inviting us again for lunch. we're a little bit shy, you know. of course i'm not sure if they are also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KFC's bucket meal, four extra rice, coleslaw, and  a mashed potato - that's what we ate. dylan's parents paid it all. wow, how nice of them. we also found dale's partner. actually it's a 10-year-old boy. and yes, dale do look like at that age too. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we went to PNU. but the guard there didn't allow us to enter for the RESEARCH (what's the word?)  is not available during Saturdays. we looked busted at that time. we expected and then there's nothing. well, it's okay. we didn't spend even a centavo in going there. but of course, dylan's parents' effort were waisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, we just spent our time in SM Manila and Baclaran afterwards. jasmine and i also bought the novel, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mass&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and i sacrificed my CENTENNIAL one hundred pesos just to buy that book. well actually, jasmine exchanged her ORDINARY 100 peso bill to that of my EXTRAORDINARY one. nice one. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-3928611222822250568?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/3928611222822250568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=3928611222822250568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/3928611222822250568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/3928611222822250568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2008/08/pnu-madness.html' title='PNU madness.'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-8741647089491699089</id><published>2008-08-23T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T10:04:39.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Bea.!</title><content type='html'>ngayon nga pala ang aming dula sa MAPEH. ako ay gumanap bilang isang donya ng makalumang panahon. makalumang panahon sapagkat hindi ko kayang magsuot ng damit ng isang donya ngayon. DUH?!  ako nga rin pala ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;prayer leader&lt;/span&gt; ngayong araw na ito. buti na lamang at nakagawa ako ng dasal. at siya nga pala, naka-100 nga pala kami sa MAPEH sa ginawa naming presentasyon. buong klase iyon ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon din ay kaarawan ng aking kaibigan na si Bea. inimbitahan niya kami na dumalo sa kanyang handaan sa kanilang bahay. hindi naman ako makatanggi sapagkat kaibigan ko nga siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bago kami pumunta sa kanila, dumaan muna kami sa SM Sucat upang bumili ng 3/4 na damit ni Jasmine at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mass &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ni F. Sionil Jose&lt;/span&gt;. sa kasamaang palad, walang ganoong libro doon (na mura) kaya naisipan naming bumili na lamang ng regalo para kay Bea. galing sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Artwork &lt;/span&gt;ang regalo namin sa kanya. isa iyong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bracelet&lt;/span&gt; na nagkakahalagang &lt;strike&gt;P&lt;/strike&gt; ****. pagkatapos ay bumili naman sila ng tag para doon. ako nga pala ang nagsulat sapagkat maganda ang aking sulat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;papunta na kami sa bahay nila Bea. sumakay kami ng dyip. habang nasa dyip kami, nagpayabangan muna kami. hindi ko alam kung ano ang pumasok sa isipan ni Leona nang sinabi niyang napag-aralan na namin ang HTML noong nasa elementarya pa lamang kami. nagtataka ako sa sinabi niyang iyon kaya winika kong hindi pa namin iyon napapagp-aralan. tumawa sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakarating na kami sa may &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;overpass&lt;/span&gt; at bumaba na kami sa dyip. naglalakad na kami papuntang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Villanueva&lt;/span&gt;. sumakay kami ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tricycle&lt;/span&gt; at bumaba sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Judea Extension. &lt;/span&gt;doon ay nagsimula na kaming maglakad. malapit na kami sa bahay nila Bea nang makasagupa namin ang isang puting aso na nagngingitngit. tumakbo sila Leona papalayo habang si Jasmine naman ay nanatili sa kaniyang pwesto. ako naman, humakbang ng kaunti papalayo. dahil sa nangyaring iyon, napilitan kaming sumakay na lamang ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pedicab&lt;/span&gt; upang makaiwas sa asong iyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakarating naman kami sa bahay nila Bea - gutom, pagod na pagod, at bangag. kumain kami doon. nagpiktyuran din, nagsaya at higit sa lahat, nag-usap. napag-alaman na niya ang mga kamalian niya sa buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umalis kami sa kanilang bahay ng mga 9 na ng gabi. at nakarating naman ako sa amin ng mga 10. hindi ko pa rin nagagawa ang aking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elevation&lt;/span&gt; sa Drapting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-8741647089491699089?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/8741647089491699089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=8741647089491699089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/8741647089491699089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/8741647089491699089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-bea.html' title='Happy Birthday Bea.!'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-859384478119905335</id><published>2008-08-20T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T20:13:26.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang pagpipilit</title><content type='html'>sinuspende ang klase ngayong araw na ito. hindi ko nga alam kung bakit eh. pero sabi ng aking itay, iyon ay dahil malakas ang ulan kanina. eh, kanina lang naman iyon eh. bakit pa kailangang isuspinde? di bale. masaya naman eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bago pa ako nakauwi sa aming bahay, gumala muna ako. una sa lahat, pumunta kami sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lianas&lt;/span&gt; sapagkat kakain si Dale. inuulit ko, si Dale lamang. ngunit, pinilit nila ako. napilit lang pala ako. kaya pumayag na ako sa kanila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matapos namin kumain, nasulyapan namin sila Carla sa Jollibee. pumasok naman kami sapagkat tinatawag nila kami. pagpasok namin, nakita namin sina Jasmine, Albert, Philippe at Ohio. kinamusta namin sila. sa katunayan ay kinilig pa nga si Dale sapagkat andoon si Ohio. pagkatapos ay umalis na kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi pa ako tumuloy sa aming tahanan sapagkat inimbitahan kami ni Dale na pumunta sa kanila. inimbitahan nga ba? basta. nanood lamang kami ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ginger snaps back/Gingersnaps II&lt;/span&gt;.  dumating nga pala si Jasmine. pero matapos ang ilang oras ay umuwi na rin kaagad ako sapagkat pinapauwi na ako ng aking butihing ina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakauwi na ako at dahil sa sobrang pagod ay nakatulog ako habang nagbabasa ng librong hiniram ko kay Leona.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-859384478119905335?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/859384478119905335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=859384478119905335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/859384478119905335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/859384478119905335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2008/08/ang-pagpipilit.html' title='ang pagpipilit'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-1821999104621683160</id><published>2008-08-19T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T20:03:12.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang presentasyon</title><content type='html'>ngayong araw na ito ay itinakda upang kami ay magsayaw. OO, tama ang narinig ninyo. MAGSASAYAW ako. hindi ko naman talaga gusto iyon. napilitan lamang ako sapagkat dumalo pa ako sa aming meeting sa Filipino. hindi naman ako nakatanggi sapagkat kawawa naman ang grupo namin. kaya eto, nagsakripisyo ako ng dalawang minutong kahihiyan sa harap ng klase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagpasok ko sa paaralan, wala muna akong pakielam sa kung ano man ang mangyayari. ngunit nang may tumapik sa aking balikat, nagsimula na ang kinatatakutan ko. si jasmine leonor ang tumapik sa akin at tinanong niya ako kung may dala ba akong Filipiniana. ang sagot ko'y wala. hindi ko alam kung bakit iyon ang sinagot ko. siguro ay wala pa ako sa tamang katinuan nang mga oras na iyon. nagulat si Jasmine sa aking winika at napasigaw siya. at doon sa oras na iyon ay namulat ang aking kaisipan sa ilang oras ng kahihiyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa klase namin sa pisika, hinayaan kaming magpraktis para sa aming programa sa Filipino. at pagdating naman sa Matematika ay nagklase na kami. hindi kami pinayagang magpraktis ni Ginoong Torrecampo sapagkat mahuhuli na daw kami sa aming mga leksyon. sa kasamaang palad, ang susunod na klase ay Filipino. tumunog na ang bell.  hindi na ako mapakali ng mga sandaling iyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pumunta na kami sa banyo upang magbihis. sinuot ko ang Filipiniana kong kimona at patadyong na kulay orange. pagkatapos, umakyat na kami upang maghanda na sa gagawing programa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumating na nga ang oras na pinaka-ayaw ko. ang grupo na namin ang susunod. sa kabutihang palad ay hindi ko nakalimutan ang mga steps sa aming sayaw. ayos naman ang sayaw namin. buti na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pumunta ako sa SM nang mag-isa ngayon. hindi na ako nakasabay kina Leona sapagkat nagkaroon kami ng meeting para sa nalalapit na programa namin sa MAPEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakita ko siya. kinamusta niya ako at sumagot din naman ako. iiiiiiiiiiiii. joke. wala na rin naman akong nararamdaman sa kanya eh kaya baliwala na lang sa akin ang mga pangyayaring iyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siya nga pala. bumili ako ng anim na cartolina para sa Drapting namin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-1821999104621683160?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/1821999104621683160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=1821999104621683160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/1821999104621683160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/1821999104621683160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2008/08/ang-presentasyon.html' title='ang presentasyon'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-7652575434446814378</id><published>2008-08-18T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T18:11:13.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lunes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;walang pasok ngayon. pero hindi ko alam kung bakit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kagabi, nag-"movie marathon" kami ng aking nakababatang kapatid na si Justin. nanood kami ng "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Exorcism of Emily Rose&lt;/span&gt;". dahil sa kahilingan ng aking kapatid, at para na rin samahan niya ako sa panonood, sinunod na namin ang "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Transformers&lt;/span&gt;" kahit ito'y paulit-ulit na naming napapanood. para sa inyong impormasyon, kami'y nanonood lamang sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; at alam kong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;piracy &lt;/span&gt;ang tawag doon. ngunit, wala namang perpekto diba? at sabi din sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Seed of Chucky"&lt;/span&gt;, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rome wasn't built in one day&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa kadahilanang masyadong malakas ang tunog, nagising ang aking itay at nakisama na rin siya sa panonood namin. at dahil hindi pa kami nakokontento sa halos tatlong oras naming panonood, ay pumili na naman kami ng palabas na isusunod namin. ang aking itay ang pumili. at ang pinili niya ay ang palabas na "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Gods Must be Crazy"&lt;/span&gt;. makalumang palabas na ito subalit napakaganda niya. simple lang ito - walang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;special effects&lt;/span&gt; - ngunit nakakatuwa. ang palabas na iyon ay tungkol sa isang simpleng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bushman&lt;/span&gt;. hindi ko na ito ikukwento pa sapagkat nakakatamad na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;bumalik na tayo sa nangyari ngayon. basta, pagkagising ko, naglinis ako ng kwarto. at pagkatapos ay nanood na naman kami ng isang palabas - "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Gods Must be Crazy 2"&lt;/span&gt;. hindi ko inakalang aabutin kami ng limang oras sa pagnood lamang nito sapagkat napakabagal ng aming &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Internet connection&lt;/span&gt;. halos sinumpa ko na ata iyon sa sobrang galit. pero sa kabutihang palad, natapos naman namin ang palabas at nangako kami sa aming ina na hindi na muli manood ng ganoong palabas at kahit ano pang mga palabas sapagkat aksaya lamang ito sa kuryente.&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/4878808516479896188-7652575434446814378?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/7652575434446814378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=7652575434446814378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/7652575434446814378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/7652575434446814378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2008/08/lunes.html' title='lunes.'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-4572915059782995860</id><published>2008-08-17T17:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T18:23:14.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>headache madness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm having severe headaches this past few days. just now, i'm feeling that my head's gonna burst. it really hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just arrived from megan's house after practicing for our filipino play and dance. uhmmm, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you may find the next words shocking so beware.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;i'm part of the dance&lt;/strong&gt;. i think it's the time for you to laugh. okay, i know, i'm not good at dancing at all. but because of some circumstances, i was part of it. well, it's only for two minutes. two minutes of mortification on my reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also part of the play, wherein my role is the first teacher (&lt;em&gt;unang guro&lt;/em&gt;). haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until now, my head's aching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-4572915059782995860?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-8915276826306584830</id><published>2008-08-16T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T18:43:52.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saturation day.</title><content type='html'>today's saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jasmine went to our house this morning to give me her application form for Ateneo. she went with her pajamas. she's a bother, actually, after going here in our house without finishing everything, especially the essay. i mean, she went here without finalizing all. okay, okay, it's just the essay and the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that, we went to Ateneo. my dad didn't accompany to the building, so i went with my camera to take some pictures (pictures of the place only, not including myself). and then, i entered the admission office.  i waited inside while looking at the students and some parents asking for an extension. i pitied one guy. he said that he just came here in manila from BATANGAS. whoa, that's too far. but the officer (is that the right term) didn't allow him to pass his form anymore for there's something missing - a very small and single thing that has the power to change lives. the form doesn't have the signature of , i'm not sure if it's his parents or principal or teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's now my turn and i handed down jasmine's and my form to the woman with flu. yes, i'm sure she has a flu. and then i waited AGAIN for the test permit. jasmine's schedule was different from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we went to Taguig. and then to Baclaran. :)) my mom bought me a Filipiniana there. it costs only for ------. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-8915276826306584830?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-7441755752244000125</id><published>2008-08-15T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T21:58:15.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not TGIF.</title><content type='html'>today's not a TGIF-happy-day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, today's the last day of our periodical exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's exam was easy, but not today. economics was quite okay for me. but the next subjects were such a SH*T. physics? argh. out of 50 items, i only got 33. well, that's 80%. filipino? no comment. DRAFTING. my score should be 60 out 65 IF i didn't multiply the measurements to two. oh my. i'm so stupid. stupid. stupid. stupid. argh. and, lastly, our advance trigonometry. haha. out of 45 items, i only got 22. haha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;subject change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nina had her blow-out today in Mcdo. but, mariel and i accompanied myrra to Olivarez Hospital because myrra needed to get her sister's prespcription from the doctor. unfortunately, it took us so long that we arrived at mcdo with disappointment. after hours of waiting with our stomachs empty, we only saw NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we waited. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we expected.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we cried.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we laughed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we decided to kill our time at 711.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;this day seemed to be the most peculiar of all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4878808516479896188-7441755752244000125?l=micheartshim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/feeds/7441755752244000125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4878808516479896188&amp;postID=7441755752244000125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/7441755752244000125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4878808516479896188/posts/default/7441755752244000125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micheartshim.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-not-tgif.html' title='it&apos;s not TGIF.'/><author><name>SHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09241873008800424124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4878808516479896188.post-1665460201310301208</id><published>2008-08-15T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T17:59:54.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>upcat.</title><content type='html'>remember what i've written two weeks ago? well, i'm gonna post now my upcat experience. haha. i didn't think that it would take weeks. you know, the HELL WEEK. to make it short, i'll just make an outline of it. well, except for the upcat preparation and the upcat itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, friday, august 1 2008, we had a free day. it's not a free day, actually. it's a review day for us, the seniors. awwww. the 4B students had a breakfast galore during their English class. but we just stayed in our room, studying the review materials we had had last summer (for those who attended review centers, like me). some of the REJUVINATING students went to our room to share their foods - breads with butter and jam, tuna with cabbage, etc. almost all of our subject teachers agreed to us that we shall review for the test in UP (UPCAT for short) except for --toooot--. well, let's just hide its real name for privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's not talk about that anymore. so, leona, dale, and jasmine are scheduled to take the test the next day, august 2, 2008, which also means that i won't be able to be with them AND i won't have anyone whom i know to be with me on the day i was scheduled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, august 3, sunday came. but the night before, i can't sleep. i really can't sleep. i don't know, maybe i'm just too excited or scared or nervous or something. so, i woke up with my eyes still closed. life is full of paradox, isn't it? whenever the upcat is not near, i'm feeling excited. but now, i mean that day, i felt scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom is really excited about the said event/thing/happening. she woke me up at 4 in the morning and at 5, we left. we arrived at UP Diliman at exactly 5:30 AM. the atmosphere is still dark and cold. and the cold breeze of dawn increased my feeling of uncertainty and doubt ,and also fear. my hands were cold and i suddenly felt something, something i can't explain. i held my hands and placed it on my belly. OH NOOOOO. my stomach aches. :)) well, that's natural, i thought, whenever i'm afraid i always had a stomachache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, my mom accompanied me to the School of Economics. there are a lot of kids around (maybe i should call them examinees, or UPCAT trash. kidding.) so, i'll just describe what  my inferences are on the type of humans i have observed. almost all are rich kids. they're wearing clothes that are cool today, but when i saw their faces, i was shocked. they don't look like one. joke. haha. so, there was this girl who don't really acted like one. and, there were also a group of berks who dressed like they're factory workers 'cause they're wearing the same color of shirts. and then, there's also a cute guy, i'm pertaining to a fat guy, who looks like ***. try to guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we went to our respective rooms. wow, the room's big and air-conditioned too. so, i went to the cr first so that there would be no more disturbances while taking the test. i was shocked when i returned because it is i whom they waited for them to start the test. it's very humiliating. i entered the room and i could see their eyes looking at me with mercy - so pitiful on myself being stupid. ooooohhhhh. so, after that, we started the test. my seatmate, who is a boy, was so noisy. i could hear the crumbling of the chips he was eating.  and also the plastic. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in summary, the UPCAT was so hard, for me. i don't know to some. but for me, it is sooooo difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 4, 2008&lt;/strong&gt; - nothing special happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 5, 2008&lt;/strong&gt; - i crammed for my report in english. chapter 21, The Return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 6, 2008&lt;/strong&gt; - i reported; i learned that the real pronunciation of &lt;strong&gt;JUSTO &lt;/strong&gt; is &lt;em&gt;Husto&lt;/em&gt; not &lt;em&gt;Dyusto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 7, 2008&lt;/strong&gt; - i crammed for my project in Drafting, which is the floorplan, and in Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 8, 2008 - &lt;/strong&gt;i passed all the projects. my grade in the floor plan is 96 and in Physics, i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 9, 2008&lt;/strong&gt; - i went to Megan's house to do our project in MAPEH, which is a painting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 10, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;  - we went to SM Southmall to watch &lt;em&gt;Landas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as of now, all i can say is that i'm tired. my hands can't continue anymore. i'll just post tomorrow, i think, all about the special events that happened this week. 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