<?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-5075791530802962233</id><updated>2012-02-18T00:05:34.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up Close and Personal</title><subtitle type='html'>Love and life of a freaking drama queen: &lt;b&gt;The official journal of Jenn 09.&lt;/b&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>09</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G07rcAQzC8s/SU0KDYqR-sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tojhbxZzBK0/S220/h0t025(1).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075791530802962233.post-632494498139701481</id><published>2011-12-31T23:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T00:47:53.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 - The Year That Was</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Looking back on everything that has happened to me this year, I must say that there are a lot of things that I shoud be thankful about. Yes, of course, there are things that brought me to tears. That's normal, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;First and foremost, &lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt;. I admit, I don't go to church. I can't even remember the last time I went to one but I pray. I think He let me experience all those sufferings to remind me that He's just there and that I need to pay him a visit once in a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The man who loves me unconditionally. My ultimate spoiler. &lt;strong&gt;My Dad.&lt;/strong&gt; I'll keep in mind all the things that you have told me when it comes to choosing a mate. "You have to check his assests and liabilities first. If he doesn't meet the expectations, leave him." I know it's just a joke but yeah, reality check, you have to. It's for your family's future. But what I'll always remember is when you said&lt;strong&gt; "Get yourself a good man &lt;em&gt;na kayang ibigay o higitan pa lahat ng kaya kong ibigay sa'yo&lt;/em&gt; not just material things. You know what I mean."&lt;/strong&gt; Indeed. Amen to that, Pa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The woman who nags most of the time but for a good reason. &lt;strong&gt;My mom.&lt;/strong&gt; I understand why you talk too much and maybe I got that attitude of mine from yours. Haha! Kidding aside, I idolize you in everything. Don't worry, I'm just enjoying my life at the moment. &lt;strong&gt;I'm still your baby, Ma!&lt;/strong&gt; Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The two kids who ask me when I'll go back to Manila whenever I go home to Bataan as if they don't wanna be with me but always ask for&lt;em&gt; pasalubong&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jason and Justine.&lt;/strong&gt; We have a lot of differences because of our age gap and I'm always the one to adjust since I'm the eldest. &lt;em&gt;Ang daya lang&lt;/em&gt; because you always have mom and dad beside you. But still, I don't wanna go back to Bataan for good. That's crazy! Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My relatives especially &lt;strong&gt;my cousins.&lt;/strong&gt; We seldom see each other but I know you're always updated through FB.&lt;em&gt; Mga palihim na chismoso! Haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I couldn't believe that I'll be able to meet&lt;strong&gt; more than 300 people rolled into 26 batches&lt;/strong&gt; in just 10 months of working as a trainer. It feels so surreal for me to teach people who are twice or thrice my age! I've had sisters, brothers, aunts, uncles, moms, dads, and even kids! Yeah, I taught you guys the whatnots in the BPO industry but you taught me so much more than that. I know I have shortcomings and I thank you all for understanding. I appreciate and value the friendship that we've built.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My ever supportive buddy, Ate Jazz.&lt;/strong&gt; I would love to put your whole name here but I know you're gonna kill me if I do! Hahaha! You're not just a friend to me but also a mom. I know you're sick and tired of listening to all of my whatevers and I appreciate that very much. You know everything. Thanks for always being there for me, for guiding me, and for giving me advices. I just wish that we can hang out in Robinsons Galleria some time! &lt;em&gt;Ang hirap mong ayain 'pag malayo sa'yo! Nakakainis! LOL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mah boys!&lt;strong&gt; My ever dearest boy friends!&lt;/strong&gt; The guys na isang text ko lang, andiyan agad. Jheric, J.E., Sonny, Anthony, and Louie. Wala na kasi si Romeo, eh. It feels great because I have brothers na napagsusumbungan ko whenever I'm down and scold me when I did something wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Those random people that I met and random events that I experienced. Some are unforgettable and some are to be seen in the trash bin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And the biggest thing that happened to me this year, &lt;strong&gt;AJ.&lt;/strong&gt; I've experienced all the bests and the worsts this year because of you. Seriously, after what happened to us, I don’t think I’m in the right state of mind to get myself involved in another story. You're the best thing I never had yet the worst thing that ever happened to me.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Pangatawanan mo 'yang desisyon mo.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ngayong wala ka na, siguraduhin mo lang na hindi ka na babalik &lt;/em&gt;or else, I'll do whatever it takes to have you back. Mark my word.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;EVERY END IS JUST THE START OF SOMETHING BETTER.&lt;/strong&gt; I've loved, suffered, realized, accepted, and learned a lot but I must say that I'm so thankful to everything and everyone who made their grand entrance and wonderful exit in my life this year. &lt;em&gt;At dahil  &lt;/em&gt;New Year&lt;em&gt; na&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;em&gt; kailangan ko na ng &lt;/em&gt;new (love, ehem) life!&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Let's welcome the new year with a blast! Have an explosive 2012! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075791530802962233-632494498139701481?l=jenn-09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/feeds/632494498139701481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075791530802962233&amp;postID=632494498139701481&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/632494498139701481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/632494498139701481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011-year-that-was.html' title='2011 - The Year That Was'/><author><name>09</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G07rcAQzC8s/SU0KDYqR-sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tojhbxZzBK0/S220/h0t025(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075791530802962233.post-2816256927279632030</id><published>2011-07-28T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T22:07:35.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ree Chatroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hey there guys! This page is gonna be the &lt;b&gt;OFFICIAL CHAT TAMBAYAN&lt;/b&gt; of my former and present trainees!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please use your nickname as your chat name followed by your batch number.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Example:&lt;/b&gt; gel-10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have fun everyone! ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**This is now used for their typing activity.**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="430" height="450" id="obj_1311863099751"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://reetrainees.chatango.com/group"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="cid=1311863099751&amp;amp;a=999966&amp;amp;b=100&amp;amp;e=FDFDCC&amp;amp;j=666600&amp;amp;k=B47000&amp;amp;l=666633&amp;amp;m=BBBB99&amp;amp;p=14&amp;amp;s=1"&gt;&lt;embed id="emb_1311863099751" src="http://reetrainees.chatango.com/group" width="430" height="450" allowscriptaccess="always" allownetworking="all" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="cid=1311863099751&amp;amp;a=999966&amp;amp;b=100&amp;amp;e=FDFDCC&amp;amp;j=666600&amp;amp;k=B47000&amp;amp;l=666633&amp;amp;m=BBBB99&amp;amp;p=14&amp;amp;s=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Direct link &lt;a href="http://reetrainees.chatango.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075791530802962233-2816256927279632030?l=jenn-09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/feeds/2816256927279632030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075791530802962233&amp;postID=2816256927279632030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/2816256927279632030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/2816256927279632030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/2011/07/hey-there-guys-this-page-is-gonna-be.html' title='Ree Chatroom'/><author><name>09</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G07rcAQzC8s/SU0KDYqR-sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tojhbxZzBK0/S220/h0t025(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075791530802962233.post-7674277029601439928</id><published>2009-09-09T20:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T00:59:51.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wins This 09/09/09</title><content type='html'>It's a given fact that it's my 20th (Yes, 20th) birthday today but aside from that, there are a lot of things that I'm really thankful for this day. This is in chronological order so you'll have an idea of what happened to me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Got a midnight phone call from Gerald and Lloyd. First greetings for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Still up at 1:00 am and received love from my UZZAP friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; Woke up at 5:30 am and read birthday messages in my cellphone's inbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; Mom hugged me when she woke up that she hasn't done for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; Kuya Jay for picking me up a bit late than the usual. Got time to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unang Hirit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; Jennylyn and her pupils surprised me with a loud "Happy birthday, Ma'am Jenn!!!" when they saw me walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; Ate Febie's greetings from above. I mean it literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; Joana's while sweeping the floor and the parents who heard it also greeted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt; Ma'am Emily (principal) for letting us transfer from our classroom to the library. (Flood!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt; One of my pupils gave me a pack of peanut butter flavored chips when he found out that it's my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt; My co-interns in OSES for cheering me up while doing the kids' costumes. Calming me down because they know that I don't like the ambiance THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt; James, Jerico and Raymond's dorky acts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13.&lt;/span&gt; Sir Hernandez sang the birthday song for me... just the last line. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14.&lt;/span&gt; My classmates' greetings in the "elementary manner."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15.&lt;/span&gt; Mrs. Alipio for the book. I just realized that it's my turn to report the next day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16.&lt;/span&gt; Elena, Hercel, Roselle, Jenny, Cath and Jean for a nice game, snacks and drinks at Yana's. (With the special participation of James and Jerico. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17.&lt;/span&gt; Dad for calling and greeting me. He already left when I woke up so he just called me. He told me that I'm his favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18.&lt;/span&gt; Mom and Jason for waiting for me so that we'll have dinner together. They don't usually wait for me when I go home a bit late so I end up eating dinner alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19.&lt;/span&gt; Mom granted my request for a tuna pie, spaghetti and chocolate cake. (Yeah, I'm shallow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20.&lt;/span&gt; Rhon's sudden visit. Really unexpected. I was just supposed to check if the gates are closed when I saw him standing outside while the rain is pouring. He lighted up the "20" candle on top of the cake and forced me to blow it up. I don't really like doing those stuffs. Silly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21.&lt;/span&gt; Finally, we talked about the rumors spreading about us. I thought he doesn't care about me and that he'll let me face it alone but what I'm thinking was the exact opposite. He told 'them' the real story but as expected, 'they' didn't believe it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At least, we already cleared our side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22.&lt;/span&gt; Opened his gift wrapped in a personalized gift wrapper (really made me smile with the message on it) and it was a face towel that smells like him and a chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23.&lt;/span&gt; Tita Di's phone call all the way from Bacolod. (Just telling each other that we are both pretty! Hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24.&lt;/span&gt; Read all the online greetings that I got from my relatives, PSI friends, clanmates and other friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already 09/10/09 by this time. I just wanna say thank you to everyone who greeted me and made me smile. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now that I'm not a teen anymore, I'll try to act according to my age.&lt;/span&gt; Just try. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you!!!&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075791530802962233-7674277029601439928?l=jenn-09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/feeds/7674277029601439928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075791530802962233&amp;postID=7674277029601439928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/7674277029601439928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/7674277029601439928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-wins-this-090909.html' title='My Wins This 09/09/09'/><author><name>09</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G07rcAQzC8s/SU0KDYqR-sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tojhbxZzBK0/S220/h0t025(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075791530802962233.post-7386704554512586698</id><published>2009-07-20T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:49:38.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tama!</title><content type='html'>Just wanna say this.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May tama ako!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I dunno if I should like this feeling.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075791530802962233-7386704554512586698?l=jenn-09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/feeds/7386704554512586698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075791530802962233&amp;postID=7386704554512586698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/7386704554512586698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/7386704554512586698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/2009/07/tama.html' title='Tama!'/><author><name>09</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G07rcAQzC8s/SU0KDYqR-sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tojhbxZzBK0/S220/h0t025(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075791530802962233.post-8106585076709133442</id><published>2009-06-23T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T21:17:41.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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I had a hard time thinking about what I'm going to write until something crossed my mind which is of course, related to what I feel. Here it goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Refrain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;u1:worddocument&gt;   &lt;u1:view&gt;Normal&lt;/u1:View&gt;   &lt;u1:zoom&gt;0&lt;/u1:Zoom&gt;   &lt;u1:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;u1:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;u1:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/u1:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;u1:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/u1:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;u1:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/u1:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;u1:compatibility&gt;    &lt;u1:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;u1:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;u1:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;u1:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;u1:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/u1:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;u1:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/u1:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/u1:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;u2:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/u2:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;I wanna come to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;I wanna know if you feel my love for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;It makes my breathing still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Can’t feel even a single thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;u3:p&gt; &lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;I just look alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;But no one knows that I’m fainting inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Even if I scream your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;The distance won't allow you to hear me calling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;u3:p&gt; &lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Flooded with regrets of not letting you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;How much I’m dying to be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;I wanna refrain from thinking about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;But it just leaves me crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;u3:p&gt; &lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;I’m tired of saying the words “I love you”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;There’s no use to say that alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;My sorrow over you keeps on getting worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;And I can’t stand it any longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;u3:p&gt; &lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;I feel like a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Coz sighing is all that I can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;If you'll consider me even just for a second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;I’ll prove that you have nothing to loose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;u3:p&gt; &lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;My heart dies coz of loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;How I wish you can fill this emptiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Silently longing and caring for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Hope that in the end, you will be the direction that I will go to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;He actually told me that he'll make a song out of it but I doubt it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075791530802962233-8106585076709133442?l=jenn-09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/feeds/8106585076709133442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075791530802962233&amp;postID=8106585076709133442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/8106585076709133442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/8106585076709133442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-him.html' title='For Him'/><author><name>09</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G07rcAQzC8s/SU0KDYqR-sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tojhbxZzBK0/S220/h0t025(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075791530802962233.post-3152651972024139682</id><published>2009-03-02T19:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T00:41:18.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark the Calendar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay. March 12 is my parents' 20th wedding anniversary and Mark Dave's (former classmate and singing partner) 20th birthday. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy whatever to you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what makes March 12 more special is that it's the date where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Super Junior will release their 3rd album.&lt;/span&gt; That's exactly one year and a half after they released their second album, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PUq43BF30r4"&gt;Don't Don&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a week ago, there are a lot of rumors posted in their &lt;a href="http://www.soompi.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=215214"&gt;official thread in Soompi&lt;/a&gt; that their style will be very different from their previous songs and music videos; like they are going to be sexy, that they are going to wear suits, etc. But I guess they have done that before during '&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YcvOHXZeBjE"&gt;U&lt;/a&gt;' and '&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=roBF4Gj0wxQ"&gt;Marry U&lt;/a&gt;' times. Well, it's confirmed that this time, it will be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trendy and polished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last February 27, members of Soompi and a lot of fans who have &lt;a href="http://world.kbs.co.kr/english/radio/howlisten/kongpod.htm"&gt;Kong&lt;/a&gt; waited for Leeteuk and Eunhyuk's preview of their new dance steps that they will use for their new song but &lt;a href="http://www.kbs.co.kr/radio/coolfm/kiss/index.html"&gt;SuKiRa&lt;/a&gt; ended without even showing the overly excited viewers what they wanna see. I also have Kong but I can't use it until I receive a confirmation e-mail from KBS. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With that, they just know how to make their fans more excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just simply love Leeteuk's new hairstyle. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He looks 10 years younger!&lt;/span&gt; But what I'm looking forward to is Donghae's new look. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gosh, I'm too excited for him!&lt;/span&gt; Every SuJu fans are really anticipating their 3rd album. We're really expecting a lot from them; from their new style, the choreography and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if Kibum will participate a lot in this album.&lt;/span&gt; He's too busy focusing on his acting skills so he doesn't get to perform with them in their recent performances. Too bad coz we miss seeing him on stage with the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-orders for their 3rd album are already available. It ranges from Php650 - Php1,750, depending on the posters and photobook included. Plus, I have to choose whether to get version A or version B of the cd. We still don't know what's the difference between these 2 versions and that's what we are still discussing in Soompi. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; must grab a copy either of the 2 versions while it's still cheap!&lt;/span&gt; LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This excitement changed my browsing habits.&lt;/span&gt; Before, I first check my mail then open Friendster and watch their videos on Youtube. But now, first is checking my mail then browse for the latest SuJu news in Soompi then the rest will depend on what's going on. LOL. I'm going crazy over here. This is really the first time that I got addicted this much to an artist, or should I say a bunch of awesome performers? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Countdown begins.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13eyond Your Imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hwaiting!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075791530802962233-3152651972024139682?l=jenn-09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/feeds/3152651972024139682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075791530802962233&amp;postID=3152651972024139682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/3152651972024139682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/3152651972024139682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/2009/03/mark-calendar.html' title='Mark the Calendar'/><author><name>09</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G07rcAQzC8s/SU0KDYqR-sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tojhbxZzBK0/S220/h0t025(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075791530802962233.post-9192381582219989781</id><published>2009-01-21T17:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:32:41.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Classroom Scenario Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is the worst day of BEEd III '08-'09.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bakit ba kayo ganyan?! Porket pumasa kayo, wala na kayong pakialam sa mga bumagsak. Alam nating lahat na kahit saan tingnan,&lt;/span&gt; unfair '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yung naging&lt;/span&gt; grading system &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;natin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saan ba kayo nakakita na swertehan ang pagkuha ng&lt;/span&gt; grade? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kapag nabunot ka sa &lt;/span&gt;recitation &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at hindi mo nasagot 'yung tanong na nabunot mo,&lt;/span&gt; you will get zero then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'pag hindi ka natawag,&lt;/span&gt; automatic &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; perfect &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt; score &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mo&lt;/span&gt; without any effort.&lt;/span&gt; And that recitation is considered as a quiz. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paano kung hindi mo talaga alam 'yung tanong na natapat sa'yo pero alam mo 'yung tanong na napunta sa iba? Hindi ba&lt;/span&gt; unfair &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'yun? Oo, swerte kayo kung hindi kayo natawag dahil ligtas kayo pero kung nasagot niyo naman, alam niyo na karamihan sa mga nakasagot ay nadiktahan lang ng sagot ng mga nakaupo at nakikinig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ayaw lang magsalita ng ibang&lt;/span&gt; classmate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;natin na bagsak din dahil alam nila na&lt;/span&gt; most of the passers are the "powerful" ones in our section. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My point is, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wala kayong karapatan na sabihin sa amin na&lt;/span&gt; we deserve to fail &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kasi ginusto namin 'yun dahil hindi kami nag-aaral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sino ba ang may gusto na bagsak ang makuhang &lt;/span&gt;grade?!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nagkataon lang na "sinuwerte" kayo at "minalas" kami.&lt;/span&gt; We agreed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na magkaroon ng&lt;/span&gt; quiz &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na panghatak ng&lt;/span&gt; grades &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;namin at pinili namin na i-&lt;/span&gt;retain &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'yung&lt;/span&gt; high at perfect grades &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;niyo&lt;/span&gt; instead of back to zero &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lahat para wala na kayong masabi&lt;/span&gt; then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;may&lt;/span&gt; possibility &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pala na bumaba rin 'yung&lt;/span&gt; grades &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;niyo kung hindi ninyo mape-&lt;/span&gt;perfect &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'yung&lt;/span&gt; quiz. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sino nga naman ba 'yung gustong bumaba kung nasa taas ka na?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You will not be afraid to take the quiz &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kung alam ninyo na&lt;/span&gt; deserving &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kayo&lt;/span&gt; for that perfect or high grades.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Patunayan niyo na lang na&lt;/span&gt; you guys deserve what you got. Just put yourselves in our shoes. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hindi ba masakit marinig 'yung mga ganoong klase ng kritisismo?&lt;/span&gt; Worst is that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maririnig mo pa iyon sa mga tinuring mo na kaibigan. Hindi ko akalain na&lt;/span&gt; just to save yourselves, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;magagawa ninyong manlaglag ng kaibigan; kung tinuring niyo nga na kaibigan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make this clear, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not questioning our instructor's authority and teaching abilities.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tulad nga ng napag-aralan natin, may mga kanya-kanyang &lt;/span&gt;teaching strategies &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at &lt;/span&gt;techniques &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ang mga &lt;/span&gt;teacher. '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yun lang ang masasabi ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One more thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to this issue, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;may mga nagsabi na sa akin na galit kayo sa akin dahil sa tindi ng pagtatanong ko sa&lt;/span&gt; defense &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;niyo ng&lt;/span&gt; business proposal. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ito lang 'yun, eh. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bakit kayo magagalit kung alam niyong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; you did your best?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isa pa,&lt;/span&gt; I don't think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na nagbigay ako ng mahirap na tanong kasi&lt;/span&gt; you were able to answer it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12 pa lang 'yung sumalang kanina. Ganoon ba kayo kasigurado na pare-parehong "mahirap" 'yung tanong na ibabato ko?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you will question me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kung bakit nasama ako sa&lt;/span&gt; panel, it's all your fault. I am the class president &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at hindi tayo nagkaroon ng&lt;/span&gt; election for that. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was just assigned.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alam kong noon pa lang na ayaw niyo na sa akin dahil sabi niyo, marami kayong nakikitang mali sa akin. Sana noon pa lang nag-&lt;/span&gt;object &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na kayo na ibigay sa akin 'yung posisyon. Ang problema sa inyo, ayaw ninyo ng responsibilidad kaya pumayag kayo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sana lang maisip ninyo 'yung mga sinabi at ginawa ninyo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nakakasakit kayo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sa pagkakatanda ko, wala akong pinakitang hindi maganda sa inyo.&lt;/span&gt; I admit n&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a nagmamataray ako minsan sa&lt;/span&gt; classroom but I don't think that it's enough for you to act like that towards me. I always consider your opinions and I always think about your welfare &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pero ganito pa 'yung isusukli ninyo sa akin.&lt;/span&gt; This is the second time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na ginawa ninyo sa akin 'yan pero pinalagpas ko 'yung una. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Masyado akong naging mabait &lt;/span&gt;and that's my mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Doon naman sa iba,&lt;/span&gt; I treated you as my real friends. I helped you with all that I can. I just did not expect &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na kayo pa mismo 'yung manlalaglag sa amin. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ngayon, sabihin niyo sa akin na wala kaming karapatan na maging emosyonal nang ganito?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm not asking for anything in return. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Yun man lang sana na i-&lt;/span&gt;comfort &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kami&lt;/span&gt; would be a big help for us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaso wala, eh. Ok lang 'yun sa akin. Hindi ko na inaasahan 'yun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dahil bagsak ako sa&lt;/span&gt; mid-term &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa isang&lt;/span&gt; subject or to ask for sympathy but for me to release the pain that I'm bearing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We are future educators &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pero bakit ganito 'yung ugali na pinapakita natin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Teachers should practice fairness &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pero kung ngayon pa lang, ganito na tayo, paano pa kaya 'pag nagtuturo na tayo?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hindi ko kayo nilalahat pero ganyan karamihan, eh!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sabi niyo nga,&lt;/span&gt; majority wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm just really disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075791530802962233-9192381582219989781?l=jenn-09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/feeds/9192381582219989781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075791530802962233&amp;postID=9192381582219989781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/9192381582219989781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/9192381582219989781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/2009/01/worst-classroom-scenario-ever.html' title='Worst Classroom Scenario Ever'/><author><name>09</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G07rcAQzC8s/SU0KDYqR-sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tojhbxZzBK0/S220/h0t025(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075791530802962233.post-8503875712087224749</id><published>2009-01-11T15:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:23:26.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suju: Can't Get Enough of Them!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jenn09.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SWnqcQoKCGcAACw7Txs1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://jenn09.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SWnjsAoKCGcAADryNSo1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.jenn09.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SWnjsAoKCGcAADryNSo1/2nd-b-14.jpg?et=jx8T0rOZ4C0uYFiF8PhG8w&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Okay, I know I am ages late in knowing them but what can I do?! I love them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Last week, the sisters, April and Apple, came to my house for some chit-chats when they mentioned to me this Korean boy group, Super Junior. They gave me a copy of their 2006 reality show &lt;em&gt;Full House&lt;/em&gt; and after watching it, I must admit, I instantly loved them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;I watched their music videos, movie &lt;em&gt;(Attack on the Pin-Up Boys),&lt;/em&gt; performances, CF's (commercials), guestings and all that stuff and I am totally hooked up. I'm not yet done actually. Prior to that, I have seen the video where Charice Pempengco sang with the 13th member of SuJu, Kyuhyun, but I never thought that after more than a year, I will be addicted to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Singing, dancing, acting, song writing, name it! They can do them all. &lt;strong&gt;My favorites are Lee Donghae and Kim Kibum.&lt;/strong&gt; I also love Henry Lau of Super Junior M. He's damn cool when he's dancing while playing his violin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;They are my favorite Korean artist next to Jeon Ji-Hyun of &lt;em&gt;My Sassy Girl&lt;/em&gt;. I just hope that they will also be well-known here in the Philippines. &lt;strong&gt;They make me wanna learn Hangul!&lt;/strong&gt; I love them though I don't understand them much. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Saranghaeyo, SuJu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075791530802962233-8503875712087224749?l=jenn-09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/feeds/8503875712087224749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075791530802962233&amp;postID=8503875712087224749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/8503875712087224749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/8503875712087224749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/2009/01/suju-can-get-enough-of-them.html' title='Suju: Can&apos;t Get Enough of Them!'/><author><name>09</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G07rcAQzC8s/SU0KDYqR-sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tojhbxZzBK0/S220/h0t025(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075791530802962233.post-2237398480788535204</id><published>2008-12-20T22:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:24:03.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Why?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the question that bugged my mind after we parted ways last night. After all these times, after more than two years of being crazy over him, I just suddenly felt that it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike what I expected to feel, &lt;strong&gt;I just saw him as an ordinary friend.&lt;/strong&gt; I forgot that he doesn't eat meat because I ordered a whole grilled chicken for the four of us. I wasn't even interested when he told us about his new experiences in his work. Things were not the same as before. &lt;strong&gt;I got bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just that I've really had enough and I've already diverted my attention to other things... more important things. &lt;strong&gt;There's always a positive side of being too busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've deleted some of my entries here regarding him. I don't want others to know how crazy I was over him before and I guess that it's also the reason why I'm still single! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved on. Indeed. &lt;strong&gt;Finally.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075791530802962233-2237398480788535204?l=jenn-09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/feeds/2237398480788535204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075791530802962233&amp;postID=2237398480788535204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/2237398480788535204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/2237398480788535204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/2008/12/gone.html' title='Gone'/><author><name>09</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G07rcAQzC8s/SU0KDYqR-sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tojhbxZzBK0/S220/h0t025(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075791530802962233.post-5336574829636997517</id><published>2008-10-31T14:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T14:27:52.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G07rcAQzC8s/SQqk5EQut7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/N0QViBqid_A/s1600-h/keith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G07rcAQzC8s/SQqk5EQut7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/N0QViBqid_A/s320/keith.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263200414839257010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just days ago, I found myself sooooo addicted to Jesse McCartney. As in I downloaded all of his songs on Limewire and watched his videos. I dunno what entered my head. I just find him really damn hot sexy. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, as I am watching one of his videos, I came across a comment about him dyeing his hair brown and it says that he did that for the movie “Keith” so I got interested and decided to search it on the net. Then I’ve read in an article that it’s an independent film which was released last September of this year and there’s no way that it will be in theaters. The only way for me to see it is by watching it on the internet. Luckily, someone uploaded it on Youtube. Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, it seems that it’s boring and weird like &lt;b&gt;if it’s not Jesse, I’m not gonna continue watching it!&lt;/b&gt; But as the story goes, I found myself smiling over the cute scenes and cry over the romantic ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith’s character, played by Jesse is a jerk and a weirdo who tries to hide something about his life which was later on discovered by a well known girl named Natalie, played by Elisabeth Harnois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw the trailer, I knew that it is really a very romantic film. I just love those scenes where Keith shows his weirdness because he tries to hide his real emotions. The cinematography isn’t that good but you’re gonna love it and I must say that &lt;b&gt;JMac's acting is really great.&lt;/b&gt; One of the best that I saw this year. This must be in theaters! &lt;b&gt;Really heart-breaking.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075791530802962233-5336574829636997517?l=jenn-09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/feeds/5336574829636997517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075791530802962233&amp;postID=5336574829636997517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/5336574829636997517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/5336574829636997517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/2008/10/keith.html' title='Keith'/><author><name>09</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G07rcAQzC8s/SU0KDYqR-sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tojhbxZzBK0/S220/h0t025(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G07rcAQzC8s/SQqk5EQut7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/N0QViBqid_A/s72-c/keith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075791530802962233.post-2075005266096827809</id><published>2008-10-20T15:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T19:20:44.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagay Pa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lumalakas ang loob ng isang tao na gumawa ng isang bagay 'pag nakainom&lt;/span&gt; ngunit pagkagising niya, maiisip niya kung bakit niya nagawa iyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tama man o mali, matatahimik siya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pero may dahilan kung bakit iyon nangyari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kasi nga, nakainom siya! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Wala siya sa katinuan! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May sapi siya ng dios espirito santo amen ng alak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paksyet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Salamat sa pagpapaintindi niyan sa akin, Kuya Paul at Gideon. Halatang gawain niyo rin 'yan kaya alam ninyo! Hahahahaha! Charoz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Yun na lang 'yung iniisip ko na magandang paliwanag sa nangyari. &lt;/span&gt;At least&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, 'di ako blangko at parang tanga sa kakaisip kung bakit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lintek na kabayo 'yan! Dapat pala pinapainom muna kita 'pag nagkakaharap tayo. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075791530802962233-2075005266096827809?l=jenn-09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/feeds/2075005266096827809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075791530802962233&amp;postID=2075005266096827809&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/2075005266096827809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/2075005266096827809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagay-pa_20.html' title='Tagay Pa!'/><author><name>09</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G07rcAQzC8s/SU0KDYqR-sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tojhbxZzBK0/S220/h0t025(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075791530802962233.post-2693413115799874581</id><published>2008-10-17T06:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T10:51:12.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which is which? Help!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"True love never surrenders. It might get tired, but a little rest is enough to love again even better, because true love would never complain, it will always find a way to understand pain."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"No matter how much we love and care for a person, if we are uncertain of our position, there will be a point when the only thing certain is to give up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you help me with this one? I need opinions with this matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will appreciate whatever you guys will say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075791530802962233-2693413115799874581?l=jenn-09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/feeds/2693413115799874581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075791530802962233&amp;postID=2693413115799874581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/2693413115799874581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/2693413115799874581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/2008/10/which-is-which.html' title='Which is which? Help!'/><author><name>09</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G07rcAQzC8s/SU0KDYqR-sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tojhbxZzBK0/S220/h0t025(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075791530802962233.post-4661843706337657969</id><published>2008-09-18T09:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:16:49.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancesports 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    Yesterday was probably one of the biggest days for me this 2008, the 3rd BPSU Orani Campus Dancesports Competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Actually, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wala na akong &lt;/span&gt;plan to join the said competition.&lt;/span&gt; It's because I have gained so much weight and I know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mahihirapan na akong sumayaw&lt;/span&gt; with that. So, what we did was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nagpa&lt;/span&gt;-audition &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kami sa mga&lt;/span&gt; BEEd students with our first choreographer. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May mga napili siya kaso kulang ng isang&lt;/span&gt; girl so they forced me to join since I already have an experience with that kind of competiton. (We joined when we were 1st year college, 3rd in the group category and 2nd in the couple category.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ayon,&lt;/span&gt; we started practicing but we were having problems with the other girl for a certain reason &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaya pinalitan namin siya. Pati 'yung isang&lt;/span&gt; guy which was Sammy also backed out so Kuya Paul replaced him. After 2 days of practicing with our choreographer, we also decided &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na palitan siya&lt;/span&gt; because of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;professionalism matters.&lt;/span&gt; And same with the other girl, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'di sumisipot sa&lt;/span&gt; practice so we told Joana, our College Governor, to replace her. No choice &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na kaming dalawa&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Governor and Vice Governor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;na lang ang sumali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Our new choreographer was Mr. Jerry Baldeo, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one of the most popular choreographers in town.&lt;/span&gt; As in. He is very professional and strict. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Talagang madidisiplina ka&lt;/span&gt; when he will handle you but he is so cool. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sarap kasama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I really felt like giving up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kasi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;conflict &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na sa&lt;/span&gt; duties and responsibilities &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;namin&lt;/span&gt; as college officers.&lt;/span&gt; Joana felt the same way but we really had no choice. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kesa nga naman walang&lt;/span&gt; entry &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'yung&lt;/span&gt; college &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;namin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    While rehearsing, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naririnig na namin na ang galing ng&lt;/span&gt; HRM &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lalo na 'yung&lt;/span&gt; ACT. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Talagang pinaghahandaan 'yung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; competition.&lt;/span&gt; HRM was the 1st winner followed by ACT last year. I must say that the four of us were really threatened &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'pag nakikita namin 'yung&lt;/span&gt; moves ng 2 team &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na 'yun.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Swabe gumalaw kaya lalo akong natakot&lt;/span&gt; for I will be the one to dance for the couple category with Gideon. He was also by the way my partner 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The day came. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chills running up and down our spine.&lt;/span&gt; Kuya Jerry was also the one who made our costumes and put our make-ups on. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh 'di ba?! Kinarir niya na lahat!&lt;/span&gt; LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Okay, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ayaw ko nang pahabaiin ito.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We won, both group and couple category.&lt;/span&gt; I must say that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we really deserve it.&lt;/span&gt; Out of the 5 teams &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nag&lt;/span&gt;compete, ACT, HRM, 2 Yr. Trade Tech., BEEd and Lab. School, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa amin lang ang masasabi kong maayos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kahit may kaunting sablay&lt;/span&gt; and I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last words about this.&lt;/span&gt; Kuya Jerry, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thanks po talaga!&lt;/span&gt; I learned a lot from you. We learned a lot from your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sermon&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pagdidisiplina.&lt;/span&gt; Sorry &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa nasipa ko noong&lt;/span&gt; showdown. I have to do it because that's what our choreographer told us, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;balyahin ang humarang sa amin.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sa mga nagtatanong&lt;/span&gt; about the controversial scene, yeah, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the kiss between me and Gideon was real &lt;/span&gt;and it&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;happened for four times. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At sa mga nagsasabing luto ang laban,&lt;/span&gt; sorry, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we just gave our best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs that we used for the group category:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Rumba - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mahal Kita"&lt;/span&gt; by Maricris Garcia&lt;br /&gt;Chacha - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"El Diablo Anda Suelto"&lt;/span&gt; by Rey Ruiz&lt;br /&gt;Jive - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Jim Dandy"&lt;/span&gt; by Black Oak Arkansas&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span times="" new="" roman=""  style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075791530802962233-4661843706337657969?l=jenn-09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/feeds/4661843706337657969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075791530802962233&amp;postID=4661843706337657969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/4661843706337657969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/4661843706337657969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/2008/09/dancesports-2008.html' title='Dancesports 2008'/><author><name>09</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G07rcAQzC8s/SU0KDYqR-sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tojhbxZzBK0/S220/h0t025(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075791530802962233.post-7308843967021414615</id><published>2008-09-15T18:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:11:46.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    I don't want to mention names in this entry so don't you guys dare to ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I met him through a common friend of ours, his former classmate and a seminar batchmate of mine. We first met each other through text messages. You know, the usual exchange of messages, textmate thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   He's nice... very nice. We can talk about anything and everything. Give the topic and he can handle it... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a good conversationalist.&lt;/span&gt; He has a sweet but very manly voice. We regularly call and text each other. We even have an endearment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After months of communicating like that, we finally met each other December of last year. He looks nice wearing his uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Two weeks after we met, he suddenly got lost. No more calls from him, even a single text message. Of course I wondered why. We had a nice time meeting each other even if it just lasted for minutes. "Didn't he like what I look?", "Am I looking terrible that day?" Some of the questions that bugged me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was so worried about him.&lt;/span&gt; Maybe something wrong happened to him. I called him but he didn't answer them so I decided to stop and I just told myself that he didn't like me. Maybe he thinks that I'm ugly and that he's just shy to tell it to my face. There's another thing that helped me. I lost my phone, the one that I used when I'm talking to him. That made me realize that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we are not meant to be closer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That was 9 months ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   September 10, 2008, the day after my birthday, I decided to text him again. I still have his mobile number on my other phone. Thanks to my dad for giving me his old phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I thought that he's not gonna reply so I didn't expect any response from him but he did. He asked me who I am so I just replied with our word of endearment. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah, he still remembers me.&lt;/span&gt; He's back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   He apologized for what he did... for leaving me without me knowing what his reason is. I tried to ask him but before he started to utter words, I told him not to mind it anymore. I don't wanna know his reason. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Yeah, he's back, but not like what he was before. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't figure it out.&lt;/span&gt; I dunno exactly what made me say that he has changed but one thing is for sure, he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Now, I'm trying to reconstruct our relationship. Hopefully he will be back to his old self. I missed him. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't wanna lose him again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075791530802962233-7308843967021414615?l=jenn-09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/feeds/7308843967021414615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075791530802962233&amp;postID=7308843967021414615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/7308843967021414615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/7308843967021414615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/2008/09/he-back.html' title='He&amp;#39;s Back'/><author><name>09</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G07rcAQzC8s/SU0KDYqR-sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tojhbxZzBK0/S220/h0t025(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075791530802962233.post-7283073185961759768</id><published>2008-09-12T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T20:43:43.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday Bash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;September 9, 2008 - My birthday. Nothing special happened.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;September 10, 2008 - Lots of special events happened.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;     Actually, I'm not planning to celebrate my 19th birthday &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Yeah, I'm already 19!)&lt;/span&gt;. I just want it to pass because I really don't feel like celebrating it. I'm damn busy rehearsing for our dancesports competition next week so I don't have time to celebrate it, even to think about it. But of course, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;surprises really come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    Wednesday morning, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;medyo nagdadalawang isip pa ako&lt;/span&gt; if I'm gonna throw a party for myself. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wala naman kaming&lt;/span&gt; practice that day so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pwede&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walang&lt;/span&gt; venue. I told Sam, Lena and Kuya Bayang about it then we were thinking where we are going to have it until Louie crossed my mind, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na baka wala naman siyang pasok&lt;/span&gt; since it's raining very hard then. I texted him and asked him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kung may pasok siya&lt;/span&gt; but he said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na meron kaso&lt;/span&gt; he's feeling lazy and he thinks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na baka i-&lt;/span&gt;dismiss &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lang sila&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pumayag siya&lt;/span&gt; to have it celebrated in his place. Good thing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wala na kaming&lt;/span&gt; class that afternoon.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ang bait talaga ni &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dr. Tungol!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    Lena and I went to the market to buy the foods that we are going to eat then went straight to Mommy Jo's place near Louie's house. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Di na kasi makapasok 'yung&lt;/span&gt; tricycle &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa looban kasi maputik na&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naglakad lang kami.&lt;/span&gt; As usual, Sam came late and Kuya Bayang wasn't able to come &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kasi&lt;/span&gt; busy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siya sa&lt;/span&gt; girlfriend &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;niya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    It was just only me, Sam, Lena and Louie. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sila rin nag&lt;/span&gt;prepare ng foods while me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;may kausap sa&lt;/span&gt; cellphone and taking pictures. We texted Gideon &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;para sumunod siya at iyon, sumunod nga ang loko! Kinailangan pa na sunduin namin siya sa labasan. Lakad na naman ulit tuloy sa putikan! Sabay na rin sa pagbili ng alak.&lt;/span&gt; That celebration won't be nice &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kung wala 'yun. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    Funny to think that while we were eating and drinking, we were watching a movie. Guess what that is! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bahay Kubo&lt;/span&gt; starring Maricel Soriano, Marian Rivera, Eric Quizon, Shaina Magdayao and a lot more. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, 'di ba?! Bagay na bagay 'yung&lt;/span&gt; movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa okasyon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    Lena went home early &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kasi may&lt;/span&gt; meeting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pa sila sa SK.&lt;/span&gt; Gideon and Sam sent her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa may labasan&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naiwan kami ni &lt;/span&gt;Louie. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ayon,&lt;/span&gt; one on one &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; Red Horse. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I admit, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nahilo ako!&lt;/span&gt; Taas magtagay! Nyahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    After the celebration, we went to my place. Naglakad kami from Louie's place to Orani Town Plaza to buy grilled chicken. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Natatawa ako sa mga sinasabi ni&lt;/span&gt; Louie. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mula pagtayo ko sa kinauupuan ko sa&lt;/span&gt; house &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nila hanggang sa makarating ng plaza,&lt;/span&gt; he's saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na, "Ay oh! Ideretso mo lakad mo!" Syempre,&lt;/span&gt; I did &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lalo na nung nasa bahay na kami. Bawal 'yun! Dapat&lt;/span&gt; straight. We had our dinner there tapos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tamang&lt;/span&gt; internet sina Sam and Gideon while Louie's playing with my little sister.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    I really felt happy about what happened that day, and still feeling it. After almost 6 months of not seeing each other and having an unstable communication, finally &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nagkita na rin kami ulit ni&lt;/span&gt; Louie.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ' Di ko nga siya nakilala agad kasi&lt;/span&gt; he seemed to be not like what he was before. I mean, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;nag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mature &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;na siya&lt;/span&gt; in a good way. I missed his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kakulitan,&lt;/span&gt; his expressions, his smiles, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;basta 'yung mga 'yun.&lt;/span&gt; Ohh, asking who he is?! We were classmates when we were in grade 3, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nawalan ng balita&lt;/span&gt; about each other and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nagkita lang&lt;/span&gt; last year &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nung&lt;/span&gt; birthday ni Sam. I'm so happy to meet him again and to have him as one of my closest friends.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    Of course, each story has a negative side. While the four of us were walking on our way to plaza, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ilang beses na rin pa lang daan nang daan '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yung isang tao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Gideon and Sam told me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na parang nagpapapansin na 'di mo malaman.&lt;/span&gt; Like what they say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ino ba namang matinong tao 'yung magagawa pang mag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stroll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt; ganoong umuulan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; that time?!&lt;/span&gt; Well, I also saw him that night &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaso dedma lang ako&lt;/span&gt; but Sam said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; around 3 times &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siya balik nang balik&lt;/span&gt;. Like he's checking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kung sino 'yung mga kasama ko.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The hell I care!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bahala siya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    Gideon and Sam are right, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Kung sino 'yung nasa tabi mo, siya lang. Hayaan na 'yung iba."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075791530802962233-7283073185961759768?l=jenn-09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/feeds/7283073185961759768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075791530802962233&amp;postID=7283073185961759768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/7283073185961759768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/7283073185961759768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-birthday-bash.html' title='My Birthday Bash'/><author><name>09</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G07rcAQzC8s/SU0KDYqR-sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tojhbxZzBK0/S220/h0t025(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075791530802962233.post-268310875604144020</id><published>2008-07-22T18:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T22:15:43.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's New?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    It's been a week &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yata&lt;/span&gt; since I last posted an entry here. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was just really busy in school.&lt;/span&gt; Well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hanggang ngayon naman.&lt;/span&gt; We're still preparing for the upcoming acquaintance party of the College of Education. Wait! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paano nga pala ako na-&lt;/span&gt;involve &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; preparation? Well, here's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I was walking around the campus with Lena, Sam and Bayang when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mayora,&lt;/span&gt; Joanna, approached me. She asked me if I can run as the governor for our college. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ayon,&lt;/span&gt; I was shocked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kasi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;of all, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ako pa naisip niya, eh, ni hindi man lang nga ako naging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; class officer since we were 1st year college&lt;/span&gt; then all of a sudden, she asked me to run for that position. Then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;biglang nag&lt;/span&gt;spark &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt; bulb of curiousity &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt; so I asked her why &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ako.&lt;/span&gt; Guess what she said! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kasi, &lt;/span&gt;friend&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, parang 'di ko kaya!"&lt;/span&gt; then I asked her who is going to run as the vice and she said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na wala pa&lt;/span&gt; so I told her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na ako na lang 'dun&lt;/span&gt; and I will just back her up and she agreed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naman.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh 'di ba? Makapagpalusot lang! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Dumaan ang ilang araw hanggang sa araw na ng&lt;/span&gt; election for the college officers then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nalaman namin na &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wala pala kaming kalaban.&lt;/span&gt; 'Musta naman pala 'yun?! Haha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kaso dapat,&lt;/span&gt; 50% plus 1 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'yung magiging&lt;/span&gt; result &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; votes so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talagang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nag-&lt;/span&gt;election &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pa&lt;/span&gt;. In the end, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kami pa rin naman 'yung umupo sa pwesto! Ang saya!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What a healthy competition!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ayon,&lt;/span&gt; we planned for the party. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pahirapan sa pag-iisip ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; concept&lt;/span&gt; then Genel came up with a very bright idea. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First time in the history of BPSU, or even BPSC.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pajama party!&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pambata!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eh, bakit ba?!&lt;/span&gt; Elementary education &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naman &lt;/span&gt;course &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;namin&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sakto lang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Given &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na 'yung&lt;/span&gt; extra curricular activities for the campus. What else? Of course, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the real thing! Academics &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;na ang labanan.&lt;/span&gt; Report &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dito,&lt;/span&gt; report &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doon. Luto dito,&lt;/span&gt; presentation &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doon&lt;/span&gt;. I even had a day &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na tatlo 'yung&lt;/span&gt; report &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ko. Sunud-sunod na&lt;/span&gt; subject then the next day, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dalawa naman! Ano ba naman 'yun?! Bakit 'di na lang nila ako patayin?! Haha.&lt;/span&gt; Aside from those, I also needed to make a research for Mr. Miguel, our Campus Director. Anything &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;basta&lt;/span&gt; made of waste materials &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at hindi&lt;/span&gt; common. Well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lahat naman&lt;/span&gt; actually but I heard that most of my classmates are going to make preserved foods so I thought of something &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na hindi&lt;/span&gt; edible &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;para maiba naman&lt;/span&gt; then I come up with the idea &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gumawa ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; doormat made from jackfruit's skin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at ayon,&lt;/span&gt; successful &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naman&lt;/span&gt; but still needs to be improved so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lahat kami ay uulit&lt;/span&gt;. Same product &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pero&lt;/span&gt; better na. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am also the leader of some groups in our class.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nakaka-&lt;/span&gt;badtrip lang kasi I gave them their report as early as I can then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'di sila&lt;/span&gt; ready for their report on the day that was given for us to do so. You gave them all the necessary things then &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;kahit man lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; effort&lt;/span&gt; to ask me if I already made the compilation of our report, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;wala!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Asar, 'di ba?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I know that you will guys think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na kaunti pa lang ito&lt;/span&gt; compared to your experiences &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I must say that I am not really used to this.&lt;/span&gt; I admit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na isa akong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"parasite"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;noong&lt;/span&gt; highschool &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ako na umaasa sa pagkopya at gawa ng&lt;/span&gt; brainy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kong&lt;/span&gt; friends and classmates but now, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my world turned upside down&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ako na ang inaasahan at kinokopyahan&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nakakapanibago&lt;/span&gt; but I know that these are just simple things but they make me more responsible now.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Sa dami ng mga ginagawa ko,&lt;/span&gt; I think&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; na &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;napapabayaan ko na rin ang sarili ko&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;and my work as well. I'm getting fat again&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kasi sa kain ko na lang binabawi ang lahat ng pagod at puyat ko. &lt;/span&gt;Worst of all,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wala na akong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;time for my lovelife!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Naks! 'Yan na nga ba ang sinasabi ko, eh! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075791530802962233-268310875604144020?l=jenn-09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/feeds/268310875604144020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075791530802962233&amp;postID=268310875604144020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/268310875604144020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/268310875604144020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-new.html' title='What&amp;#39;s New?'/><author><name>09</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G07rcAQzC8s/SU0KDYqR-sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tojhbxZzBK0/S220/h0t025(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075791530802962233.post-119122465772533466</id><published>2008-06-24T07:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T09:01:07.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some say that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if you have one thing, you can't have another.&lt;/span&gt; At first I did not get what that really means until one of my professors opened that topic in our Philosophy subject. Her line was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Kung swerte ka sa pag-aaral, malas ka sa pag-ibig at kung swerte ka sa pag-ibig, sa malamang 'di ka katalinuhan."&lt;/span&gt; Then I was thinking about what she said from that day on until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends said that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the line best describes me.&lt;/span&gt; Why? They told me that I am one of the 'brainy' in our class (Nah, I don't think so. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sakto lang!&lt;/span&gt;) and that they noticed that all of the relationships that I entered didn't work. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Laging may mali&lt;/span&gt; so they thought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na malas nga ako&lt;/span&gt; when it comes to that field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just wondering why you can not have both. Is that really a life policy or it just coincidentally happens? Why most of us can't get what we want? If that is the case, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sana 'di na lang pala ako naging 'matalino' para may&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; lovelife &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;na 'ko!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Syet! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sabi nga nila, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;marami tayo na anak ng Diyos kaya dapat pantay-pantay&lt;/span&gt;. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075791530802962233-119122465772533466?l=jenn-09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/feeds/119122465772533466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075791530802962233&amp;postID=119122465772533466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/119122465772533466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/119122465772533466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-not.html' title='Why Not?'/><author><name>09</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G07rcAQzC8s/SU0KDYqR-sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tojhbxZzBK0/S220/h0t025(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075791530802962233.post-2439766796463247850</id><published>2008-06-19T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T01:01:15.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts Just Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Grabe!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Ang dami kong ginagawa&lt;/span&gt; lately&lt;/span&gt;; from projects, to assignments, to work. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Ayawan na! Haha.&lt;/span&gt; I don't have time for myself anymore.&lt;br style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br&gt;While I was working a while ago, I have read something on his Friendster profile and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;ng isang&lt;/span&gt; girl &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;na 'di ko kilala. Ayon,&lt;/span&gt; I just though that I have made the right decision &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;na isantabi na lang siya! Haha&lt;/span&gt;. So now, I am just focused on my career. (Wow, career &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;daw!&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Wala muna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt; lovelife&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Hindi  naman makakabuti 'yun sa ngayon&lt;/span&gt; for me.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt; Masisira lang lahat ng plano at diskarte ko 'dun. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For The Three Little Bears, I mean, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;my three loyal and solid friends &lt;/span&gt;namely&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt; Sammy&lt;/span&gt; a.k.a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Applepie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Elena&lt;/span&gt; a.k.a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Bruha&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Kuya Bayang&lt;/span&gt; a.k.a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Father&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;"Huwag ninyo akong hamunin!&lt;/span&gt; Kung nagulat kayo na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;7 months &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;na akong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;, pwes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;I will make it 1 year or more! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Masyado ninyo akong minamaliit porke't &lt;/span&gt;I'm the smallest among us!&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt; Hmmmffff! LOL.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;For BEEd III;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;"Walang titibag sa samahan natin&lt;/span&gt; ika nga ni Genel. Kaya natin 'yan kahit marami na tayong ginagawa. Sana lang mawala na 'yung kaplastikan, huh! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Magpakatotoo na kayong lahat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;And for him;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;"Rest in peace, dude!&lt;/span&gt; Nah, just kidding!&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt; Haha.&lt;/span&gt; I know that you are enjoying what you have now so just see you around!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Bitter??? Not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075791530802962233-2439766796463247850?l=jenn-09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/feeds/2439766796463247850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075791530802962233&amp;postID=2439766796463247850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/2439766796463247850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/2439766796463247850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/2008/06/thoughts-just-now.html' title='Thoughts Just Now'/><author><name>09</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G07rcAQzC8s/SU0KDYqR-sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tojhbxZzBK0/S220/h0t025(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075791530802962233.post-7048677288547696400</id><published>2008-06-08T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T22:09:48.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Miss Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It has been just a week&lt;/span&gt; since I went back home and left all the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adiks&lt;/span&gt; there in Super Novaliches but I already miss all of them and the things that we usually do there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Those are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- The foods and beverages.&lt;/span&gt; The buy one, take one burger that we usually buy at 3 am, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lugaw&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tokwa&lt;/span&gt;, cup noodles, Pringles, Sting, Cobra, coffee and C2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-The Offices.&lt;/span&gt; Sir Benj and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ate&lt;/span&gt; Joanne's house, the office in Capri and the new one in Maries Village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- The miscelleanous things.&lt;/span&gt; The sauna bed, the ghost stories, the picture taking events, the games that they are playing (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ehem.&lt;/span&gt; Sorry, guys! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haha!&lt;/span&gt;), the massive sounds (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mottaka, Boom Tarat-Tarat&lt;/span&gt;, Dr. Jones and Barbie Girl), the scary hallway and the spycam that is roaming now, the microwave and the electric kettle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- The Adikz themselves:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - The bosses, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ate&lt;/span&gt; Joanne and Sir Benj.&lt;br /&gt;   - The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;makulit&lt;/span&gt; but mabait &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na si Kuya&lt;/span&gt; Frank.&lt;br /&gt;   - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si Ate&lt;/span&gt; Rem. (Where's my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shawarma&lt;/span&gt; and my sandals???)&lt;br /&gt;   - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si Kuya&lt;/span&gt; Rom &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na nasa ibang&lt;/span&gt; country &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na.&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pasalubong!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;   - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si Kuya&lt;/span&gt; Mark &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na magaling sumayaw! Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si Kuya&lt;/span&gt; Nhokz &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na mahilig sa&lt;/span&gt; chicks. (Peace!)&lt;br /&gt;   - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ang&lt;/span&gt; picture editor &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na si&lt;/span&gt; Ate Zen.&lt;br /&gt;   - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ang pasaway at nuknukan ng kulit na si&lt;/span&gt; Lester. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bawal aso!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shoooo!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;   - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ang negosyanteng si Kuya&lt;/span&gt; Benny.&lt;br /&gt;   - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si Kuya&lt;/span&gt; Raymond &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na laging&lt;/span&gt; late &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt; absent. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ang bis-eng nina Ate&lt;/span&gt; Aug &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at Ate&lt;/span&gt; Cha. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Galing nga, eh!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;   - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ang&lt;/span&gt; layout artist &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na si&lt;/span&gt; John. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tama na&lt;/span&gt; browse &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mo!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;   - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si&lt;/span&gt; RR, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;este&lt;/span&gt; Ray &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pala na&lt;/span&gt; cute &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pero&lt;/span&gt; super &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kulit at pang-asar sa buhay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si Kuya&lt;/span&gt; JC &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na mahilig din sa&lt;/span&gt; counter strike. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hala, lagot!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;   - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si&lt;/span&gt; Lei eggs &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na ka&lt;/span&gt;-birthday &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at "kapatid" ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ang mahilig&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mag&lt;/span&gt;youtube &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na si Kuya&lt;/span&gt; Janzen. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pero hataw sa&lt;/span&gt; production!)&lt;br /&gt;   - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si Kuya&lt;/span&gt; Joel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na tahimik lang&lt;/span&gt;. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Di tayo nagka&lt;/span&gt;-bonding &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;masyado.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saan si Ate&lt;/span&gt; Let and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; Nico? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naku, lagi naman kami nagkakausap ni Ate&lt;/span&gt; Let and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sawa na ako kay&lt;/span&gt; Nico! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;See you all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kapag araw ng sweldo!&lt;/span&gt; Ingat kayo!&lt;/span&gt; Just keep in touch with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075791530802962233-7048677288547696400?l=jenn-09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/feeds/7048677288547696400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075791530802962233&amp;postID=7048677288547696400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/7048677288547696400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/7048677288547696400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-i-miss-part-2_08.html' title='What I Miss Part 2'/><author><name>09</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G07rcAQzC8s/SU0KDYqR-sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tojhbxZzBK0/S220/h0t025(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075791530802962233.post-8138103501531553696</id><published>2008-06-02T04:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T04:18:08.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Multiply</title><content type='html'>Hey, guys! Please do visit my multiply account!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's http://jenn09.multiply.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or click &lt;a href="http://jenn09.multiply.com"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075791530802962233-8138103501531553696?l=jenn-09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/feeds/8138103501531553696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075791530802962233&amp;postID=8138103501531553696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/8138103501531553696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/8138103501531553696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/2008/06/multiply.html' title='Multiply'/><author><name>09</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G07rcAQzC8s/SU0KDYqR-sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tojhbxZzBK0/S220/h0t025(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075791530802962233.post-2627938900283814316</id><published>2008-06-02T02:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T11:23:21.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What The Heck Is Wrong?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bakit ba kadalasan, napapasok tayo sa isang sitwasyon na wala tayong ideya lung ano 'yung nangyayari at paano natin napasok ito? &lt;b&gt;Wala kahit man lang&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; warning.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Nakakabadtrip 'di ba?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Parang 'yung nangyari ngayon.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;BLOCKED &lt;i&gt;NA NAMAN ANG MAGAT!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; 2nd time &lt;i&gt;na 'to ah! Wala man lang ako&lt;/i&gt; idea why it happened. I was checking my Imeem account then &lt;i&gt;pag balik ko, &lt;b&gt;naka- log out na!&lt;/b&gt; Punyemas! Sino na naman kaya ang may sala?? Mamaya pa magkakaalaman!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075791530802962233-2627938900283814316?l=jenn-09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/feeds/2627938900283814316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075791530802962233&amp;postID=2627938900283814316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/2627938900283814316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/2627938900283814316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-heck-is-wrong.html' title='What The Heck Is Wrong?'/><author><name>09</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G07rcAQzC8s/SU0KDYqR-sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tojhbxZzBK0/S220/h0t025(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075791530802962233.post-124090922746411709</id><published>2008-05-31T05:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T02:07:35.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Miss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It has been two months&lt;/span&gt; since I left our house in Bataan to work here in Quezon City. I rembered that before I left,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; my room is really all messed up... as in&lt;/span&gt;, with all the spider webs and all those stuff! It was actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;like a house of a wicked witch!&lt;/span&gt; (Exagerrated???) But now, it is all clean. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks to Rhon&lt;/span&gt; who did the cleaning and he was also the one who set my new computer up. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waaah!&lt;/span&gt; Thank God that I have my own computer now! At least I won't have to go to the internet shops anymore and I already saw where my money went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to the topic. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here are the things that I really miss:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My family!&lt;/span&gt; All the noise, my mother's cooking, my dad's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"bili mo nga ako ng sigarilyo"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"itimpla mo ako ng kape"&lt;/span&gt;, every time that I will look for my li'l brother when he goes out and my li'l sis' voice! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Ganda si ate ko!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt; Hey, she's more talkative now! I'm so proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My friends!&lt;/span&gt; Elena a.k.a. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bruha&lt;/span&gt;, my Applepie Sammy, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kuya&lt;/span&gt; Bayang who makes sermon to me (well, the first two do that as well to), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;patok na&lt;/span&gt; Louie&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Sonny and Anthony who are always there for me when I need help about my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kalokohan&lt;/span&gt; (Hey, you guys better bring me to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paluto&lt;/span&gt; again. I miss the girls there, too! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haha!&lt;/span&gt;) and my gay friend, Wheng! (Take that literally or what, it's up to you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bacmatoda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; drivers!&lt;/span&gt; Who cares if I miss them especially the ones who are close to me?! I miss our school service, too! Classes will start again and I will see you all soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The buddies that I have there in our village! All their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pangungulit&lt;/span&gt; and calling me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ate Jenn".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Some of my schoolmates from different courses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Some of my classmates! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chosen few!&lt;/span&gt; God, I can count them using my hand fingers! But I also miss the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pagpaplastikan&lt;/span&gt; and all that stuff. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nilagang mais, mangga&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bagoong&lt;/span&gt;, iced tea and the foods that we usually buy in our school canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The road from school to plaza where we walk after class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The OSA office and people&lt;/span&gt;; Ms. Guided Counselor, Dr. Mom, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kuya&lt;/span&gt; Gelobee, the 'point-point' and Genel, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My school uniform!&lt;/span&gt; I guess that they won't fit me anymore. I believe that I gained weight but some said that I look thinner now than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watching TV!&lt;/span&gt; Damn, I can't manage to watch TV here! Working at night and sleeping in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hell yeah! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sleeping at nights!&lt;/span&gt; Oh my, I miss my pillow, my blanket and my stuff toys! (Some of them are from my former boyfriends. Collection??? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haha!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The lovers; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ate&lt;/span&gt; Riza and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kuya&lt;/span&gt; Caloy, Ikang, Kebong and their mom &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ate&lt;/span&gt; Tess, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pagmumura&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aling&lt;/span&gt; Carmen, my night buddy Janice, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tita &lt;/span&gt;Connie for doing my nails and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;istorbos&lt;/span&gt;; the people who buy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yelo&lt;/span&gt; every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hey, who was the first person that I have mentioned in this entry??? Yeah, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss him a lot!&lt;/span&gt; He knows that! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My personal technician!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;Chatting on YM and Friendster comments are not enough for me!&lt;/span&gt; (The song and the food will be so soon! Are you excited about that? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haha!&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last on the list but definitely not the least!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back in Bataan in a week so I am looking forward to see them all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075791530802962233-124090922746411709?l=jenn-09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/feeds/124090922746411709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075791530802962233&amp;postID=124090922746411709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/124090922746411709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/124090922746411709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-i-missed.html' title='What I Miss'/><author><name>09</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G07rcAQzC8s/SU0KDYqR-sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tojhbxZzBK0/S220/h0t025(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075791530802962233.post-879614883112122278</id><published>2008-05-05T05:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T23:55:58.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll Always Be My Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Are you guys watching the 7th season of American Idol? Me? I do, but I miss some episodes of the said show due to my work. This is actually the first ever season that I am addicted to! The Idols are really good especially the two Davids, Cook and Archuleta. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But who do I like better? Well, it has to be the rocker, David Cook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is really great. I mean, all the songs that he sang are all so good! He has his own style and his song arrangements are really nice. Here is the song that I love best (for now) that he sang. I was really surprised when I found out that he will do Mariah Carey's Always Be My Baby. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Imagine, a guy who would sing that song!&lt;/span&gt; Well, he did it in a very manly way and the judges' comment to his performance are all praises. I just watched it on Youtube. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the lyrics of the said song. Hope you guys are also going to love it as well! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Always Be My Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;originally by Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;version of David Cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;We were as one, babe&lt;br /&gt;For a moment in time&lt;br /&gt;And it seemed everlasting&lt;br /&gt;That you would always be mine&lt;br /&gt;Now you want to be free&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll let you fly&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I know in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Our love will never die, no   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;You’ll always be a part of me&lt;br /&gt;I’m part of you indefinitely&lt;br /&gt;Girl, don’t you know you can’t escape me&lt;br /&gt;Ooh darling ‘cause you’ll always be my baby&lt;br /&gt;And we’ll linger on&lt;br /&gt;Time can’t erase a feeling this strong&lt;br /&gt;No way you’re ever gonna shake me&lt;br /&gt;Oh darling, ‘cause you’ll always be my baby   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I ain’t gonna cry&lt;br /&gt;And I won’t beg you to stay&lt;br /&gt;If you’re determined to leave, girl&lt;br /&gt;I will not stand in your way&lt;br /&gt;But inevitably, you’ll be back again&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you know in your heart babe&lt;br /&gt;Our love will never end   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;You’ll always be a part of me&lt;br /&gt;I’m part of you indefinitely&lt;br /&gt;Girl, don’t you know you can’t escape me&lt;br /&gt;Ooh darling ‘cause you’ll always be my baby&lt;br /&gt;And we’ll linger on&lt;br /&gt;Time can’t erase a feeling this strong&lt;br /&gt;No way you’re ever gonna shake me&lt;br /&gt;Oh darling, ‘cause you’ll always be my baby   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I know that you’ll be back, girl&lt;br /&gt;When your days and your nights get a little bit colder&lt;br /&gt;I know that you’ll be right back baby&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby believe me it’s only a matter of time   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;You’ll always be a part of me&lt;br /&gt;I’m part of you indefinitely&lt;br /&gt;Girl, don’t you know you can’t escape me&lt;br /&gt;Ooh darling ‘cause you’ll always be my baby&lt;br /&gt;And we’ll linger on&lt;br /&gt;Time can’t erase a feeling this strong&lt;br /&gt;No way you’re ever gonna shake me&lt;br /&gt;Oh darling, ‘cause you’ll always be my baby&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075791530802962233-879614883112122278?l=jenn-09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/feeds/879614883112122278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075791530802962233&amp;postID=879614883112122278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/879614883112122278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/879614883112122278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/2008/05/youll-always-be-my-baby.html' title='You&apos;ll Always Be My Baby'/><author><name>09</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G07rcAQzC8s/SU0KDYqR-sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tojhbxZzBK0/S220/h0t025(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075791530802962233.post-1119456194381343416</id><published>2008-04-28T05:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T05:55:54.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Workaholic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am asking for apology to my readers &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(if I have)&lt;/span&gt; if it took me so long before I post another entry in here. It is because I am now having my summer job here in Quezon City as an operator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I must say that I am really enjoying this work that I have now although I am having headaches because of my shift. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am working from 10 pm-6 am&lt;/span&gt; but sometimes I go to the office earlier and gets home late! Good thing that the two guys that I am working with at the same shift, John and Lei are very talkative that is why I am not getting too sleepy there. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really fun talking to different kinds of people. It was kinda "culture shock" for me at first but as time goes by, I am getting used to it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am learning some life lessons through them that I have never thought of before.&lt;/span&gt; As for the people around me here, or the so called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adiks&lt;/span&gt;, I must say that they are nice. We actually came to Subic a few days ago for our company outing. I think that we all enjoyed our 2 days and 1 night stay there. Then they came to my house in Bataan to eat lunch. My mom prepared &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sinigang na sugpo&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inihaw na bangus&lt;/span&gt; for them which I guess they enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of this moment, I am feeling sleepy and my head kinda aches. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lack of sleep indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh my! I really miss sleeping at nights!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075791530802962233-1119456194381343416?l=jenn-09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/feeds/1119456194381343416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075791530802962233&amp;postID=1119456194381343416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/1119456194381343416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/1119456194381343416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/2008/04/workaholic.html' title='Workaholic'/><author><name>09</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G07rcAQzC8s/SU0KDYqR-sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tojhbxZzBK0/S220/h0t025(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075791530802962233.post-1100402091096843131</id><published>2008-01-10T15:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:20:22.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;January 11, 2007, Elena's birthday, at around 4:30 in the afternoon, an unexpected accident happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with Nikko then, my former boyfriend. He taught me how to drive a motorcycle. He let me drove it on our way back home. Because we were both in a hurry, I drove it fast knowing that the gauge read &lt;strong&gt;80 km/hr.&lt;/strong&gt; I saw that we're about to hit a tall bush so I stepped on the foot break and pulled the hand break and boom, I don't remembered what happened next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was numb. I just remembered that I told Nikko to take me home so he did. I didn't know that my entire body is already full of blood. I dunno what's going on while we're on our way to my place. I just heard the people around us screaming. When we reached the basketball court near our house, I heard the guys there shouting as if they're rushing. I can't see anything. Everything's so blurred as if &lt;strong&gt;it was just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself lying down on a bed in the emergency room. There, I saw my ex-boyfriend with blood on his arms. I didn't know that &lt;strong&gt;mine is even worse.&lt;/strong&gt; Mom was also there wearing a sad face. She told me what happened and what my damages are. When I looked at my arms, my wounds seemed like a 3rd degree burn. I had stitches on my left hand, right knee and upper lip. I know my face was also damaged but they didn't let me see it because they think that I'll 'die' if I get to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom can't stay overnight in the hospital because of my siblings so Wheng volunteered himself, or should I say herself to accompany me there with Nikko. Rhon was one of my first visitors. Prior to these incident, I asked Genesis to tell Rhon that I met an accident but it was just a joke and the last was so worried upon hearing the 'bad news'. &lt;strong&gt;Who would have thought that it will really happen?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first night in the hospital is very memorable. (Well, my four-day stay in the hospital is indeed worth remembering.) &lt;strong&gt;The tension heated up.&lt;/strong&gt; I was sitting on my bed, infront of me was Wheng, on my left was Nikko and on my right was Rhon. Wheng said &lt;em&gt;"Ano ba 'yan?! Ang taas ng tensyon dito! 'Di ko kaya!".&lt;/em&gt; Imagine, sitting between two men in my life, to think that my boyfriend then was very jealous of the other guy. Rhon was the one who fed me. Nikko can't do so because of his wounded hands. &lt;em&gt;Tensyon nga naman 'di ba?!&lt;/em&gt; Asking if he's also a former boyfriend?! Nah, he's not. Let's just say that &lt;strong&gt;the people around us saw our closeness in the wrong way, including me.&lt;/strong&gt; Damn! &lt;em&gt;Nakakatawa na lang! *hahaha*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmates visited me on my next days. They didn't expect that I'm worse than what they think. I asked them to hand me a mirror but they didn't want to because they're afraid that I might be hysterical if I'll see my face but then, they handed me one. Honestly, I wasn't that shocked. What I think is actually worse. Well, my face seemed like Iza Calzado's face in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Impostora&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;half burned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking where my dad is? He attended a seminar somewhere in Ortigas then. He was so mad at my mom because she gave me the key. I was so afraid because I know my dad might kill me if he's just there. He just visited me on my 3rd day in the hospital. Surprisingly, he hugged and kissed me, same goes to my mom. Good thing he attended that seminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really blamed myself at first.&lt;/strong&gt; I felt sorry to my parents and also to Nikko. I know I was the one to blame. I just told myself that I have to be well soon because it was our midterm examination that time. I was just absent for 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that had happened a year ago is just a part of my dark past. It left nothing but scars, &lt;strong&gt;marks that will always remind me of my carelessness.&lt;/strong&gt; Not that I'm bragging but I think I look and feel a lot more better than before. Some even said that I became prettier after the accident. &lt;em&gt;*hahaha*&lt;/em&gt; Well, past is past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075791530802962233-1100402091096843131?l=jenn-09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/feeds/1100402091096843131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075791530802962233&amp;postID=1100402091096843131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/1100402091096843131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/1100402091096843131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary'/><author><name>09</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G07rcAQzC8s/SU0KDYqR-sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tojhbxZzBK0/S220/h0t025(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075791530802962233.post-534987021551194996</id><published>2007-12-21T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T11:14:15.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ariba!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After the freaking Christmas school dance, Elena and I went infront of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JRI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Jose Rizal Institute) to see her boyfriend and some boys of Tau Gamma Phi. They usually hang out in that particular area almost every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We just stayed there for a couple of minutes and the guys sent us home. It was really fun while we're on our way to my place... laugh trip. They stayed for almost an hour in our house. There, we ate, laughed, laughed and laughed. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tamang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kwentuhan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dodong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Wilson even asked me to put black nail polish on their fingernails. I was really laughing so hard when Wilson said "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kuha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;muna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... ace... acetylene, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ayon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/em&gt; but what he really wants to say is acetone. What makes me laugh more is the way he laughs. Gosh, if you'll just hear it! It's like a... a... Well, I can't really describe it! *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Actually, that was my first bonding moment with them. I love talking to them because they made me laugh the whole time we're together because of their funny stories. I told them some creepy stories about our place and they're all like &lt;em&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;P*&amp;amp;%#@$+a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mo, 'wag &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ganon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/em&gt; but instead of getting mad at them, I just laughed and told them &lt;em&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;tatapang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ninyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; away &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;tapos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;multo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;duwag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kayo."&lt;/em&gt; Seems like we're all really close. I dunno &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;pero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;gaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;loob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;kanila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Of course, only one blood runs in our veins, &lt;em style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;dugong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;TRISKELION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was shocked when Elena said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Ngayon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;ulit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;kita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;narinig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;tumawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;nang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;ganyan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;pagkatapos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;lahat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;pinagdaanan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; mo"&lt;/span&gt; so I asked myself, "How come she said that?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Am I really broke in the past months?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what the heck is going on with my life. I thought that I'm already&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; getting numb&lt;/span&gt; because of all the tragedies that had happened to me. I didn't expect that my 'brothers' will make me forget my dilemma even in just a few hours of being together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already miss them! I'm really looking forward to be with them again soon.&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/5075791530802962233-534987021551194996?l=jenn-09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/feeds/534987021551194996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075791530802962233&amp;postID=534987021551194996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/534987021551194996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/534987021551194996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/2007/12/ariba.html' title='Ariba!'/><author><name>09</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G07rcAQzC8s/SU0KDYqR-sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tojhbxZzBK0/S220/h0t025(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075791530802962233.post-901748466527472501</id><published>2007-12-19T16:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T14:38:51.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Year That Was</title><content type='html'>These are some of the special events in my life for the year 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11- Elena's birthday/I met a motor accident where I almost died/&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;matinding tensyon sa&lt;/span&gt; hospital room because he and my boyfriend then were there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nothing special happened this month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;??- start of the summer vacation (yipee!)&lt;br /&gt;??- his graduation day (so proud of him!)&lt;br /&gt;26- my little brother's birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19-22- I attended a seminar in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ortigas (212! 212!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;??- the whirlwind relationship came to its end (drama!)&lt;br /&gt;29- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Angelee's&lt;/span&gt; send-off party and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Azenith's&lt;/span&gt; debut party (party people!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;??- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Angelee&lt;/span&gt; left us (awww... sad!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;??- back to school (excited!)&lt;br /&gt;26- I joined a certain sorority (ouch!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13- my dad's birthday&lt;br /&gt;22- yet another whirlwind relationship started (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naman kasi, eh!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01- my mom's birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09- my 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday (of legal age &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na!&lt;/span&gt; *wahaha*)&lt;br /&gt;16- my debut party (stressful indeed)&lt;br /&gt;17-21- school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;intramurals (flop! first day &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lang 'yung masaya!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22- my little sister's birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15- his birthday&lt;br /&gt;??- 4A '05-'06 semi-reunion (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tamang takutan at inuman sa bahay namin&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01- the 'reaction' (almost cried)&lt;br /&gt;??- the break up (yes! finally!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19- Christmas school dance (yet another flop!)&lt;br /&gt;20- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;BEEd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;II's&lt;/span&gt; swimming Christmas party (didn't enjoy that much)&lt;br /&gt;23- I've waited for him but he didn't come (that sucks!)&lt;br /&gt;24- wedding of the year (weeeh! Mrs. Kaw!)&lt;br /&gt;25- he's in our house (well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'di masyadong&lt;/span&gt; happy!)&lt;br /&gt;26- wanna forget this day! (drama! sucks!)&lt;br /&gt;30- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;huling bagsakan ng inuman &lt;/span&gt;with Sonny, Anthony, Elena and Cylyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whew! My memory is getting dull. Maybe I already need to take some memory enhancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to say thank you to all my fans, supporters and sponsors. *hahaha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious now. First, I would like to thank God for giving me another year of living and for everything that he has given me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanna say thank you and sorry to my loving parents and to my little brother and sister, also to Elena, Sonny and Anthony for being there for me always and to all those people who made a grand entrance and a favorable exit in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that this year will be a better one for all of us. I love you all!&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/5075791530802962233-901748466527472501?l=jenn-09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/feeds/901748466527472501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075791530802962233&amp;postID=901748466527472501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/901748466527472501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/901748466527472501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/2007/12/year-that-was.html' title='The Year That Was'/><author><name>09</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G07rcAQzC8s/SU0KDYqR-sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tojhbxZzBK0/S220/h0t025(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075791530802962233.post-7733905002516618153</id><published>2007-12-13T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T14:36:52.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a Bow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One week after Christmas, another year will be added into our lives. Another chapter of our book will be printed. They say that &lt;strong&gt;new year is the start of a new life.&lt;/strong&gt; Time to leave the hurtful past and to refresh ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some do their new years resolution a week before the big bang. Gosh, that's a long list of things to dos and don'ts for the coming year. I also have things about me that &lt;strong&gt;I would want to change&lt;/strong&gt; but I don't wanna be frustrated if I didn't get to do them. I just think about the past and look for the answers for my problems that I want to be resolved. One of them is again, about Sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming year I'll try not to communicate with him, even a ring or send him an SMS. I'll try not to check his Friendster profile. I'll delete him on my featured friends list. I won't post any entry here regarding him. &lt;em&gt;Hindi na talaga ako magpaparamdam sa kanya. &lt;strong&gt;Sana lang kaya ko.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, &lt;strong&gt;I haven't moved on yet.&lt;/strong&gt; I'll just do this for my own sake. Maybe after months of 'ignoring' my own feelings, I'll finally get to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love him but I think it's time for me to stop this stupidness. &lt;strong&gt;This 'tragic' event in my life caused me so much pain already. &lt;/strong&gt;I don't wanna be stucked in the past forever. I'll move on even if it tears my heart. He just ignores me so I guess it's time for me to do the same thing. Time to make the unfair reality fair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I've always been inlove with you&lt;br /&gt;I guess you've always known it's true&lt;br /&gt;You took my love for granted, why oh why?&lt;br /&gt;The show is over, say goodbye..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075791530802962233-7733905002516618153?l=jenn-09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/feeds/7733905002516618153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075791530802962233&amp;postID=7733905002516618153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/7733905002516618153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/7733905002516618153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/2007/12/take-bow.html' title='Take a Bow'/><author><name>09</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G07rcAQzC8s/SU0KDYqR-sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tojhbxZzBK0/S220/h0t025(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075791530802962233.post-5122527974779074801</id><published>2007-12-11T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T12:33:07.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Want For Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The time of the year is fast approaching. People are already preparing for their parties, out of town trips, gifts, etc. Of course, yours truly is also thinking of the things that I want for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not the materialistic type of person. &lt;/span&gt;I'm not after the price of the gifts that one will give me. Believe it or not, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I treasure the cheaper ones more.&lt;/span&gt; At least, the person who gave me inexpensive gifts remembered me. I'd rather buy the things that I want than to have it as a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all I want for Christmas is him&lt;/span&gt; but I know that it's impossible. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's really 'expensive'.&lt;/span&gt; I bet he won't greet me this Christmas. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Himala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maalala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ako ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; I will thank all the saints if he did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Malaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;tampo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;kanya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; He didn't come to my debut party last September, worse, he didn't greet me a happy birthday, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kahit sa &lt;/span&gt;text&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; He made me and his friends worried because he didn't answer our texts and calls that night. He didn't even apologize  and explain to me what happened to him.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nakakaasar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though he did that, even if didn't apologize, I still love him. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm really blinded by this fucking thing called love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Binabalewala na nga, sige pa rin! May ibang tao na nga akong nasasaktan &lt;/span&gt;because of him,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; eh! Nyeta naman talaga kasi, oh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075791530802962233-5122527974779074801?l=jenn-09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/feeds/5122527974779074801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075791530802962233&amp;postID=5122527974779074801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/5122527974779074801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/5122527974779074801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All I Want For Christmas'/><author><name>09</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G07rcAQzC8s/SU0KDYqR-sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tojhbxZzBK0/S220/h0t025(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075791530802962233.post-7304772124968143344</id><published>2007-11-24T11:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T11:34:27.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Wants Me To Die!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="storycontent"&gt; &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Just recently, I talked to another clanmate of mine, Earnest John Jarquio a.k.a Cloud, also from Fantasy Clan. We talked about ghosts and he’s really crazy about it. I’ve told him some of my friends’ ghostly encounter but he’s not after the creepy stories. Believe it or not, he’s after the ghosts’ fashion sense.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yes, he wants to know if ghosts are also fashionable. He keeps on asking me why they always wear white and what style their dresses are. He wants to see them wearing multi-colored outfits. He even wants to talk to them so I told him that if I die, I’ll always visit him and guess what he told me; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“agahan mo, ha!”&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;He even said that if I’m gonna visit him, I should be in stylish clothes and I should go dramatically with all those creepy special effects, just like in movies. That’s really crazy!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don’t wanna die this early.&lt;/strong&gt; I can only die if I already had my revenge. Of course, I wanna travel the world, to be rich and successful, to be married to the one that I really love, to have kids and to play with my grandchildren. As a commercial says, &lt;strong&gt;“I want to be complete.”&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;But for him, it’s better to die young and to depart without legacy. His ideal dying age is betwen 25 to 30 years old. I dunno what’s running in his mind but as usual, &lt;em&gt;kanya-kanya lang ‘yan!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Describing Cloud, he’s such an intelligent person, goodlooking, has a great sense of humor, hard-headed, wacky, crazy and, absolutely weird. How can’t I say that he’s weird after all the things that he told me and the things that he’s eager to know. &lt;strong&gt;He’s willing to have his&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;3rd eye opened&lt;/strong&gt; because he wants to know if ghosts aren’t &lt;em&gt;baduy.&lt;/em&gt; He also wanna ask them why they wear certain attires.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Don’t worry, Cloud, if I’ll die now, I’ll definitely do what you want me to do. I’ll wear signatured and designer clothes, complete accessories, and, nice pair of shoes for your viewing pleasure; &lt;strong&gt;for your eyes only.&lt;/strong&gt; I’ll visit you in times that you are alone so that you can talk to me one on one. &lt;strong&gt;I’ll be the most beautiful ghost that you’ll ever see,&lt;/strong&gt; I swear that!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now, I know someone who wants me to die but for a reason that I whole-heartedly accept. He’s my friend after all so I’m more than willing to grant his wish. Just wish that I’ll go first.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“When one is cursed, two graves are dug.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&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/5075791530802962233-7304772124968143344?l=jenn-09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/feeds/7304772124968143344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075791530802962233&amp;postID=7304772124968143344&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/7304772124968143344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/7304772124968143344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/2007/11/he-wants-me-to-die.html' title='He Wants Me To Die!'/><author><name>09</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G07rcAQzC8s/SU0KDYqR-sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tojhbxZzBK0/S220/h0t025(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075791530802962233.post-3099262396707297667</id><published>2007-11-24T11:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T12:06:30.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Than Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="storycontent"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a compilation of my friends’ 'quotable quotes' that really made me laugh. I don’t care if they sound corny for you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;“I’m not cared!”  -  Maridel  Castro&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;“Ok, class. Picture talking &lt;em&gt;tayo&lt;/em&gt;!” - Mrs. Alicia Ocampo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;“Oh! Picture talking &lt;em&gt;daw para may&lt;/em&gt; remember!” - Mr. Dionisio Celso&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;“Outchide! Inchide!” - Mrs. Alicia Ocampo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;“So what’s up &lt;em&gt;naman&lt;/em&gt; for me?” -4A ‘05-’06 boys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;” &lt;em&gt;Ano ba ‘yan?&lt;/em&gt; Future education&lt;em&gt; ka pa man din!&lt;/em&gt;” - Lhai Felisilda&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;“&lt;em&gt;Tawag niya po kayo. Opo. Siya po ‘yun, eh. ‘Di naman po ako.&lt;/em&gt;” - Hercel Ramos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;“Tell me now…” (never ending “tell me now” from the song “Tell me where it hurts”) - 4A ‘05-’06 girls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;“&lt;em&gt;Uy! Ang ganda ng&lt;/em&gt; song &lt;em&gt;na&lt;/em&gt; ‘My Love’ &lt;em&gt;‘noh&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;em&gt;‘Yung&lt;/em&gt;  my love, it’s been a long time since I cried and left you out of the blue…” (she means the song ‘Same ground’) - Estella  Marie Dayan Capule&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;“Ready, fire.” (in a really soft voice) - Michelle Guevarra&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;“I’m high!” (instead of aim high) - Adronico Miguel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;“Don’t shy.” - 4A ‘05-’06 girls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Bakit ba ako nang ako ‘yung tinatawag mo? Ako lang ba ang estudyante mo? ‘Di ako interesado sa &lt;/em&gt;subject&lt;em&gt; mo! Kaya lang ako pumapasok dito dahil sa’yo!” &lt;/em&gt;- Genel Llanes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are more of these but I just forgot them.&lt;/p&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/5075791530802962233-3099262396707297667?l=jenn-09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/feeds/3099262396707297667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075791530802962233&amp;postID=3099262396707297667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/3099262396707297667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/3099262396707297667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/2007/11/more-than-words.html' title='More Than Words'/><author><name>09</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G07rcAQzC8s/SU0KDYqR-sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tojhbxZzBK0/S220/h0t025(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075791530802962233.post-764008316169004770</id><published>2007-11-24T11:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T12:08:09.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Stuff… Toys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="storycontent"&gt;&lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Recently, I received a lot of gifts for my 18th birthday. Some gave towels, clothes, bags, accessories and cute little figurines but what I love the most are those huggable stufftoys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;They come in different colors, sizes, and forms. I really love seeing them because they bring out the child in me so I put them on my bed together with six other pillows that I use while I’m in dreamland. Imagine how I sleep thinking that my bed is so small.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The largest among them was given to me by Gerald, my ex-boyfriend (hey, we’re good friends now. Swear!). It’s a teddy bear with the message “Hug Me” printed on it. Michelle, a very good friend of mine from highschool gave me one. Funny because it’s like what Gerald gave me but it’s just the smaller version. One is I dunno if it’s a pig or a dog. I still can’t figure it out. It was given to me by &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Tita&lt;/span&gt; Nancy, my friend’s mom. Another one is a heart-shaped stuff which says “Love puts a smile in your face and a song in my heart.” It was given to me by another former boyfriend, Jhay (no comment about him). Ann Jelie and Herlene, my highschool classmates gave me a violet rectangular stuff. Yeah, obviously it’s a pillow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But what I treasure the most is the Spongebob stufftoy that yet another ex-boyfriend gave me, Nikko (he’s still mad at me so I better not say anything). He gave it to me last January 3. It’s actually his Christmas gift for me but he wasn’t able to give it to me on Christmas day because he was in Marikina that time with his family. It’s really huge and he made me carry that around our campus. Okay, enough of this. I know he’ll react if he will just get to read this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;As i write this thing, I’m staring at my lovely and precious stufftoys and thinking when I will receive a new one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" style="WIDTH: 415px; HEIGHT: 311px" height="428" alt="1_433655175l.&lt;span class=" src="http://jenn8987.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/1_433655175l.jpg?w=444&amp;amp;h=367" width="582" error="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love hugging them all especially the one in the middle. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end STORYCONTENT --&gt;&lt;!-- end FEEDBACK --&gt;&lt;div class="postbottom"&gt;&lt;img class="corner" style="DISPLAY: none" height="15" alt="" src="http://s.wordpress.com/wp-content/themes/pub/rounded/img/bl.gif" width="15" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075791530802962233-764008316169004770?l=jenn-09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/feeds/764008316169004770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075791530802962233&amp;postID=764008316169004770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/764008316169004770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/764008316169004770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-stuff-toys.html' title='My Stuff… Toys!'/><author><name>09</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G07rcAQzC8s/SU0KDYqR-sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tojhbxZzBK0/S220/h0t025(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075791530802962233.post-849081093922480240</id><published>2007-11-24T11:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T11:36:03.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Tried So Hard and Yet So Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="storycontent"&gt; &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blog… Delete. Blog… Delete.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I’ve been doing these two things since I was in junior high. I’m having a hard time on creating a nice blog that would pass the taste and standards of some professional bloggers out there.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Honestly, until now, I still don’t know how to use those HTML codes. I just know the basics but when it’s getting complicated, I’ll just copy the code from a hosting website then paste it on my page. My eyes are like bouncing balls whenever I try to understand those codes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Topic wise, I’m also damn zero on it. I’m having a hard time thinking of topics to post here. I’m a writer but you have to squeeze my brain first before you can get its juice. I can’t do an on-the-spot article. I still really need my pen and my scratch notebook before my fingers do the job on the keyboard so I usually have my &lt;em&gt;kodigo&lt;/em&gt; everytime I write an entry here.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Waaaaahhh! I badly need help! Heavens, gods, goddesses, saints, help me! I’m getting desperate over here. I know time will come that I’ll improve but when is that time?!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yeah, right! Patience is a virtue and now, I’m starting all over again.&lt;/p&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/5075791530802962233-849081093922480240?l=jenn-09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/feeds/849081093922480240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075791530802962233&amp;postID=849081093922480240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/849081093922480240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/849081093922480240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-tried-so-hard-and-yet-so-far.html' title='I Tried So Hard and Yet So Far'/><author><name>09</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G07rcAQzC8s/SU0KDYqR-sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tojhbxZzBK0/S220/h0t025(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5075791530802962233.post-1144905914262147455</id><published>2007-10-23T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T11:54:24.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Whom It May Concern (Ang Tamaan, GUILTY..!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    This is my first ever entry here so this has to be intense.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    I'm not pretty... I'm just cute. I'm not intelligent either... I'm just smart. I'm not the type that one should be envious of but I really dunno why there are some people who are very insecure of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    All the things that you are telling me is not a slap on my face. You are just proving me the saying &lt;em&gt;"binabato talaga ang isang puno kapag marami itong bunga." &lt;/em&gt;I don't get hurt &lt;em&gt;sa mga ginagawa ninyo&lt;/em&gt; against me. Well, yes, I'm affected... Affected in the sense &lt;em&gt;na natatawa at naaawa na lang ako sa inyo. &lt;strong&gt;Ang taas ng&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; insecurity level &lt;em&gt;ninyo sa akin. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You guys just make me feel &lt;em&gt;na isa akong sikat na artista na binabato ng mga intriga ng&lt;/em&gt; press &lt;em&gt;na walang magawang matino at&lt;/em&gt; trip &lt;em&gt;manira ng ibang tao.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ang ganda ko, grabe! Saka na lang kayo magalit kapag kasing ganda ko na kayo or kapag mas maganda na kayo sa akin. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hating me won't make you pretty, my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;If you guys think &lt;em&gt;na masisira at masasaktan ninyo ako sa mga ginagawa ninyo,&lt;/em&gt; to tell you honestly, &lt;strong&gt;wa-epek! &lt;/strong&gt;You know why? &lt;strong&gt;Kasi nagkamali kayo ng taong sisirain.&lt;/strong&gt; My life is already all messed up. &lt;em&gt;Sa dinami dami ba naman ng mga kalokohang ginawa ko sa buhay ko &lt;/em&gt;since&lt;em&gt; bata pa ako, wala na sa akin 'yan. &lt;/em&gt;You are just wasting you're time on me. &lt;em&gt;Kayo lang ang gumagawa ng ikasisisra ninyo. &lt;/em&gt;Well, &lt;em&gt;kung masaya kayo sa mga ginagawa ninyo, talaga pa lang nakakaawa kayo. &lt;strong&gt;Ang babaw ng kaligayahan ninyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Isa pa, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have my friends and family behind me.&lt;/strong&gt; They are the ones who truly know who the real me is. &lt;em&gt;Hindi sila naniniwala sa mga sabi lang ng ibang tao lalo na &lt;/em&gt;if they know&lt;em&gt; na walang kwenta iyon. &lt;/em&gt;They love and accept me for being me. &lt;em&gt;Kahit ano pa ang gawin ko,&lt;/em&gt; I know that they are just there for me. I have &lt;strong&gt;genuine friends&lt;/strong&gt; and when I say genuine, &lt;em&gt;'yun na 'yun! Siguro naman &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alam ninyo &lt;/span&gt;what that word means.  They are always with me &lt;em&gt;kahit&lt;/em&gt; ups and downs &lt;em&gt;pa 'yan&lt;/em&gt;. Why? Because &lt;strong&gt;I'm not meant to be alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;We choose how we see people. When we want to like someone, we can be so tolerant but when we want to be irritated by them, we focus on their faults. It's not other people's behavior that determines how we feel about them. It's our attitude. Yes, attitude and let me repeat that. &lt;strong&gt;ATTITUDE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I don't wanna mention your names not because I don't have the courage to do so but not like what you are doing, &lt;em&gt;ayaw kong manira ng ibang tao.&lt;/em&gt; I'm trying to lessen my revengeful attitude but once &lt;em&gt;na pagkatao ko na 'yung sinagasaan, naggiging masama ako... &lt;strong&gt;Masama pa sa inaakala ninyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The truth hurts. &lt;/strong&gt;Do you know the meaning of the word &lt;strong&gt;"accept"&lt;/strong&gt;? That's the thing that you are lacking, &lt;em&gt;eh! &lt;/em&gt;Learn to accept everything for they are meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    Guys, we have our own lives where we should set our minds on. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kanya-kanya lang 'yan! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kung ayaw mong pakialaman ka at may masabi sa iyong 'di maganda, huwag ka ring makialam at manggulo ng buhay ng may buhay.&lt;/em&gt; Let others live. &lt;em&gt;Kung 'di lang din naman maganda 'yung sasabihin mo,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;better shut up.&lt;/strong&gt; Just keep it to yourself. &lt;strong&gt;Some thing are better left unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I'm not trying or pretending to be nice here. If you think so, then thank you! At least &lt;em&gt;kahit sa pagprepretend nagagawa kong maging&lt;/em&gt; nice! &lt;em&gt;Siguro 'di mo kaya 'yun noh?!&lt;/em&gt; My dear, &lt;strong&gt;part of me is an actress&lt;/strong&gt; so it's easy for me to do stuffs like pretending. I just simply know how to carry myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nga pala sa mg tulad ninyong walang magawang matino. Kundi dahil sa inyo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not gonna be strong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Ayaw ko ring matulad ang buhay ko sa inyo &lt;/em&gt;so I set you as an example&lt;em&gt; of mga taong magugulo ang buhay na halos isuka na ng kapwa nila dahil sa mga kasamaan nila. &lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;rin nga pala kasi i&lt;/em&gt;nstead of making my life miserable,&lt;em&gt; naggiging &lt;/em&gt;colorful&lt;em&gt; pa ito. Buhay lang ninyo 'yung ginagawa ninyong miserable, &lt;/em&gt;not mine.&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Oh, before I forget...&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GET A LIFE..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5075791530802962233-1144905914262147455?l=jenn-09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/feeds/1144905914262147455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5075791530802962233&amp;postID=1144905914262147455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/1144905914262147455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5075791530802962233/posts/default/1144905914262147455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenn-09.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-whom-it-may-concern-ang-tamaan.html' title='To Whom It May Concern (Ang Tamaan, GUILTY..!)'/><author><name>09</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G07rcAQzC8s/SU0KDYqR-sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tojhbxZzBK0/S220/h0t025(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
