<?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-19995890</id><updated>2011-11-14T19:57:05.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tricia</title><subtitle type='html'>it's for all of you to see</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-8662607279463715125</id><published>2011-08-07T15:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T15:20:24.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well the past weeks havent been good. Lots of stuff happened and my woman's instinct actually didnt fail me. I'm just glad that I found out before I gave more of myself. It's a relief, I must say. But he was really special. Those months were amazing. He could be really sweet, and he never disappointed me till then. I dont know what really happened, or if Im really gonna believe what he told me, because he told her otherwise. So I dont actually know who to believe. What I know though, is that, though I dont wanna say this, he is a total jerk for doing that. Not just to me, but also to her. I mean, you cant say that to someone else and tell me otherwise. It was hard to accept whatever happened at first, but I moved on faster that I expected because of the message she sent me. It was, how do I say this without being so bitchy...pathetic. Desperate, because I know otherwise. She told me all these things without knowing what he told me, and it was so pathetic. It's so funny knowing that what she all said were lies. It's so funny that I realized I never wanted to be with this person if he's like this. I mean, he was able to do this to her, he could do this to me if ever. And thank God I discovered this early on. I could say now that I am done with this, because I'm starting to get annoyed and irritated with some of the things that he's doing now. Haha. Mean and bitchy, yes I am. But I'm not mad at him, I'm mad at what he did. But, oh well, it's over. It's a part of my past now. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to the both of you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey. Guess what, I'm over him, he's yours. All yours. I don't want anything to do with him and I don't want to be involved with any of both of your mess. I guess I was wrong in thinking that I could get along with your lot, and I learned it in a not so easy way. But I'm done, and this is my way of telling you. I just hope you guys are happy because that's all you can have. Kidding, haha. I know you guys are more suited with each other than we are, so I'm letting you have him. Stay safe, bye! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and by the way, &lt;b&gt;thanks for a great summer fling ;)&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/19995890-8662607279463715125?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/8662607279463715125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=8662607279463715125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/8662607279463715125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/8662607279463715125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2011/08/well-past-weeks-havent-been-good.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-2745525602207622215</id><published>2011-07-19T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T01:00:40.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I don't know what's wrong. You won't even tell me. Alam ko madali naman ako kausap eh. I mean, I really do try my best to understand if there's something wrong. But giving me this kind of treatment, I don't think I deserve this. At least give me the decency to know what your problem is. If you have a problem with me, tell me. Hindi yung napapraning ako tas you'll leave me guessing what the hell is going on. You do know I hate being ignored or not being talked to, tapos ito pa yung ginagawa mo. And I don't know why the hell this hurt so much. Kasi hindi ko alam. Wala akong alam na kung ano. Kasi, 2 days ago, we're okay. As in okay okay. Now, what the hell happened? What is wrong with you?! I went online just so I could talk to you tas ganyan ka. I asked you  kung galit ka sakin, you said no. Then why the hell are you being like this?! Ano nanaman ginawa ko? You ignore me like I never exist, tas pag papagawa ka ng favor go naman ako. Ano ba naman yung bigyan mo ko ng decency to know what your issue is diba? Hay. I can't stay here guessing the reason, gusto ko galing sayo. Pucha, wala naman akong ginagawa. Ang ayos nung huling usap natin. Okay, hindi kita kinakausap ngayon kasi I want to give you the space that I think you need. Ayaw mo ko kausapin, I wont push myself to you. Pero tengene, ang sakit lang ng ganitong iniignore mo ako tas ayaw mo sabihin kung bakit. Tengene talaga! Alam mo naman praning ako pag ganito. Ikaw wala kang ginagawa. Im starting to think you're doing this on purpose eh. Pero naman, ang childish non ha! Sabihin mo na lang. Pag-usapan natin, ako naman naiintindihan ko eh. Kung ayaw mo na, sige, go. Decision mo yan eh. I just don't want to feel anything like this. Ang sakit eh. As in. Yung feeling na ayaw kang kausapin. That's worse than telling me outright what's wrong. If you tell me, at least you wont leave me guessing diba. At least I'll know and I'd realize where I went wrong, and if I have a chance I'll correct it. But this? Lahat ng possible things maiisip ko. Yes, I overthink. That's why this is torture to me. And I don't even freakin know why this hurts so much. You don't even know I'm hurting this much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-2745525602207622215?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/2745525602207622215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=2745525602207622215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/2745525602207622215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/2745525602207622215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-dont-know-whats-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-2603164040578116760</id><published>2011-07-09T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T20:34:47.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 days since my best/first April Fool's joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Today pala yung 100 days nung april fool's joke natin."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Talaga? 100th day na :"&amp;gt; celebrate natin Bash."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I don't know what's wrong with me. I got paranoid the last few days because of the stuff that I see. I dunno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;This is what sucks when only the two of you knows what's going on, and others know otherwise. I don't want to spend that much time on fb anymore, I don't like the things that I see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Okay, I'll be completely honest with you on this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I got hurt so much seeing those comments  on the statuses, because it sounds like you two still have something else going on. You even shared a gift to give to her, my goodness. I get upset because of her, because, you know, you loved her. And me? I don't even know. I only know that you like me and you like spending time with me and that you're serious about this, and that you told some of my friends that you don't want to lose me. But I don't even know some things because you refuse to tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I know this is not right. I mean, I don't even have the right to get mad or jealous like this, we're not even together. But no matter how much I tell myself not to, those little things give this enormous effect on me and I get hurt so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;I'm trying my best not to talk to my ex because it makes you upset. I have nothing against you on that, it's just that I think it's no fair that you get to go and hang out with her and not even tell me. Like, just so I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And please don't ask me how I knew about that, things simply come my way. I dunno, sometimes I overhear, see something somewhere, I dunno. I'm like an information magnet. I talked to you because I wanted to clarify things. You know me, I want to be sure with everything. I just wanted the assurance that you are not doing anything that is not good. Because if you do, please at least have the decency to let me know, so that I'll know how to react. I hate getting caught off-guard. I've been trying to be nice and helpful and caring, at least tell me so I'd know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I dunno, maybe this is because of my freakin hormones, and the fact that we don't see each other that much anymore (oh wait, we just saw each other last Monday!) that I'm so paranoid and moody. Oh yeah, blame PMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I apologize for being so possessive, and getting caught up in so much jealousy. At least I'm letting you know and I don't give you the silent treatment. You know, getting ignored sucks so much it could drive a person crazy. I just wanted you to know what I've been thinking about the past few days.  I value 'us' so much that I wanted to clarify every single thing that's bothering me. And I think I've warned you about this before, I could get really psycho and get upset. But I'll get over this. After all, there still a lot of other things to think about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sorry for ruining my "Happy 100 days" post for you. I think it's better that I tell you what's bothering me and help me understand the things that I get so confused about instead of covering it up and pretending to be overly-happy and giddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But you know what , despite all those written above, I did enjoy the past 100 days with you, and I really do hope to have more than a hundred with you, minus the paranoia. Haha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Thank you so much for the past hundred days. For convincing me to stay at the company and delay my resignation, for having secret lunches with me, for cheering me up when I'm so upset, for telling me not to talk that way to my dad, for keeping me awake during night-shifts, for making me feel better when I'm sick, for trusting me with your online accounts, for trusting me by telling so much about yourself, for keeping up with me being so demanding and possessive and indecisive, for treating me to lunch, for hugging me to make me feel better, for trying your best to help me in any way you can, for not losing your patience with me, for making me realize my mistakes, for finding a job for me, for trying your best to make me understand our situation. I still have a lot to thank you for, I'm just lost for words. There still a lot that could happen, but my wish would stay the same: I wish we'd still have a lot of moments to share with each other, and that our mental monogamy thing would never fail, and if we should end this, it's because of something inevitable that we have no control of and not because of something bad or foul that one of us has done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;There. Get well soon. Actually, get well to us soon. Haha, I have a fever and I didn't even know. Anyway, I hope to see you soon :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;PS. You were online at FB and you didn't even say hey. :/&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/19995890-2603164040578116760?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/2603164040578116760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=2603164040578116760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/2603164040578116760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/2603164040578116760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2011/07/100-days-since-my-bestfirst-april-fools.html' title='100 days since my best/first April Fool&apos;s joke'/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-7547147759462397561</id><published>2011-05-26T14:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T20:37:11.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Since I'm done watching Something Borrowed and I still have a lot of time, I was thinking of writing something about you. You see, everything has been just plain bliss for the past few months, and I owe it to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Everything happened so fast but I don't regret a single thing. Yes, I have a few hesitations before, but as we spend more time together I can feel how special the thing that we have now is. I'm still afraid of what might happen in the future, but I don't want things to just pass by before my eyes just because of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So here, since I have a lot of thoughts, maybe I'll start with a list of the things that I love about you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*First, I love how you smile the moment I see you. Like when we're about to have lunch and you're waiting for me downstairs. Sometimes I just want to stay there and just look at you for a while, I don't know why. I just love looking at you. Something in you makes me feel happy inside, it's addictive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*Second, I love watching you sleep. Like on the bus ride on the way to Subic. I love it when you lean your head on my shoulder even though it's waaaaay too low for you. Those were the times I wish I was taller so that you won't have to lean far and hurt your neck. And of course, while you were sleeping, I'm still looking at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*Third, I love it when you give me long, tight hugs. I never get those from anyone (yes, even from my parents). I was never hugged that much until you did. And it feels good every single time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*Of course, besides the hugs, your kisses are the best. Like when you steal a kiss and I'd get distracted. Haha. And I also love how you smile after I pull away as if telling me "haha newbie!". I need more practice, I know. I'll get better eventually hahahaha! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*I love how you take care of me, and get worried whenever I get sick. You never forget to remind me to rest and take meds. And yes, maybe I didn't lose my voice because you took care of me and gave me the best meds ever--you :"&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*I love how you put your arms around me and I'd get a whiff of your smell. Haha. You never smelled bad. And if you do, I wouldn't have noticed anyway. Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*I love how you always try to hold my hand whenever we get a chance. Like during the outing and we were at the wave pool. And I laughed at Nanay Thesz's comment: "Nako dyan kami nagsimula ni Christian" Hahaha major LOL. Oh, and when we we're buying stuff for the games, at the grocery. It was awkward, you holding my hand while holding the cart and walking. Hahaha. Also, at landmark, where we stop to check for prices, and then you never forget to hold my hand afterwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*I also love how you always remind me to buy an umbrella (I have one now!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*I love you simply tell me that you miss me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*Okay I've put in my message how I love how you treat your family, and how you do your job. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And lastly, I love how you make me feel. I can't exactly describe what it is, but it makes me happy. Just seeing your name in my phone, while we are chatting, when we are at C1 and we stay at the IT room, with all the other admins oblivious to what we are doing or what we are having right now. I wish we could have this for a long time, if not forever. You know what, what we have now inspires me to do better at work, and makes me want to be better so that I could be someone you'll be proud of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*okay, this part shouldn't be here because it might be a jinx, but anyway, just so you know*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If ever the worst comes that we would not end up together, I hope that when you talk about me to someone, may it be your future significant other or just your friends, I want our time together to be one of your happy memories that just didn't work out, not because one of us gave up but because of something inevitable that we have no control of. Like when you talk about me, you're smiling and not feeling any anger towards me at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Anyway, enough of the jinx. We're happy now, right? We are not yet legal, but we will be eventually. As what we always say, let's enjoy what we have right now. As long as we practice mental monogamy (haha nosebleed), that we're faithful to each other, then we have no problems. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thank you so much Poy. You're one of the most amazing people I've met in my life, and I never want you out of it. I hope you stay for long :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 :*&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/19995890-7547147759462397561?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/7547147759462397561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=7547147759462397561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/7547147759462397561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/7547147759462397561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2011/05/since-im-done-watching-something.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-864784257630639208</id><published>2011-04-20T15:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T15:30:41.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No, you wouldn't want me to be your girlfriend.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm moody. Sometimes when I feel like it, I just wouldn't want to talk. I'd get mad at you for reasons that you'll never ever know. I'll sometimes exaggerate body pains and fever just so I'd hear you express your concerns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm possessive. It may look like everything's okay, but once you turn your back my jealousy creeps in and the next thing you know I'm already stalking whoever that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always try to get even. Most of the time, you'd find yourself losing in every argument.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am 100% violent. Yes, I hit people. No, not really intentional. But sometimes when I find you really annoying you can expect a hit or two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can be nice to all people except you. Yes, that's how I knew that I like you. I am harsh. Sarcastic. Sometimes, my words would crush you to bits. And yes, I like it when you crumble right in front of me (kidding.) Just concede and we're fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a lot of other annoying things, but it takes someone man enough to see through all those to know how I really am. I just want someone who would always be there for me, and who's afraid to lose me. Being in a relationship where I was always the last priority made me feel like I was always the last resort. Yes, I am not a controlling girlfriend, but it seemed like I wasn't a girlfriend at all. I guess giving someone all the freedom and the liberty to do everything at his will while being in a relationship doesn't show how understanding of a girlfriend you are. From my experience, it just gave him more time to enjoy things by himself, making him realize that having or not having a girlfriend doesn't have any difference at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With what we are having now, I'm afraid that every good thing would just be at the start. Somehow, I'm scared to know what lies ahead. Everything makes me happy but I'm not sure what will happen if it ends. I'm trying to enjoy every minute of it. And I am always gonna be grateful to you, because you helped me get through a lot. Still, it's hard not to think that maybe everything here is temporary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, yes, I'm officially afraid of what the future would bring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-864784257630639208?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/864784257630639208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=864784257630639208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/864784257630639208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/864784257630639208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-you-wouldnt-want-me-to-be-your.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-5702606984685231337</id><published>2011-04-15T14:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T15:07:45.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hi. Before I begin, I must tell you that this &lt;b&gt;might&lt;/b&gt; be the last letter I'll write you. I'm not gonna say that this &lt;b&gt;would&lt;/b&gt; be the last, I know one day I'll eventually write you something. But for now, this is the last about you, me, us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've been wanting to write for quite some time now, but I felt the need to wait for a while before I do. And I guess now is the right time.  A lot has happened over the past weeks, and I think it all happened for a reason. As I go back to my entries these past weeks, I realized that after almost a year, I still wasn't over you. And I think that's because I still kept everything in, and never shared anything to anyone else. But as I write you those letters, everything seemed to come out and I felt so relieved. Those letters helped me with moving on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Your texts, on the other hand, didn't. Everytime you do, I felt like you still want to keep me waiting. Or I guess it's just me and my still-hopeful self. Like I'm still hoping that maybe you'd ask me to get back together with you after your graduation, as you're not gonna be that busy by then. I was still hoping you'd remember your Valentine's day promise that we'd go out, just the two of us, after your graduation. But you didn't.  Our texts last March 26 made me realize that there's no use in hoping and not letting go. There's nothing between us anymore. I didn't feel anything special, compared to when you texted me last February. It's like texting an old friend, with awkward Hi's and Hello's. And again, we're back to being just friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I guess we really are not for each other. We already tried twice, and we failed both times. I know we both did our best, but it wasn't enough to keep us together. I don't want to say that our relationship is bad, but there's something that seriously went wrong. Whatever it is, I don't want to know anymore. I'd rather just keep it like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I just want to say thank you for everything. For 15 months, I experienced emotions that are all new to me, and you taught me a lot in handling relationships. I guess I owe you a lot. Thanks for all those things you shared with me, and for all those months that you shared your life with me. And yes, you'll forever be my one and only Pars. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ps. I don't regret agreeing to stay friends with you anymore. That's just my bitter self. Hehe. Peace!&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/19995890-5702606984685231337?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/5702606984685231337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=5702606984685231337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/5702606984685231337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/5702606984685231337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2011/04/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-4144769435468699897</id><published>2011-03-30T13:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T13:43:07.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is late</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Would you kill me if I didn't post anything last 26th? Haha. Weird diba, kung kelan yung eksaktong araw, tsaka ako hindi nagpost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well aside from the fact that I got so busy that day, I also wasn't feeling it. Like anything special. I do know it's our day, but still, I know nothing great would come out of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't really expect to get anything from you, let alone a 'hi'. But there it was when I opened facebook. I was even just using my phone when I saw it. Honestly, I was surprised. Expecting, not really. I was just wondering if you would even remember. But you didn't say anything, you just asked how I was. Then I replied. Then you replied. Then I did, and texted you after because I wasn't going to wait for another hour or day to ask you that one question I've been wanting to ask-- why now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pretended to be surprised that that day's the 26th. So I had the excuse to ask why just now did you consider talking to me, when the last time we talked was last Valentines, which was, what, more than a month ago? Speaking of which, at that time, sadya din ba yun? Because when I asked you last Saturday why you chose that day to talk to me again, you said sadya talaga yun. I wasn't able to know the reason why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And really, I hate not knowing why. There must be a reason. May it be pleasant or not, I don't care. I deserve to know, right?  What are we doing here, really? Why don't we just say things directly, and stop going around in circles?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I do thank you for making the effort (finally, no? haha) in maintaining contact. I realized we never talk unless you talk to me first. I actually wanted to say something first, but I always chicken out and end up not saying anything at all. Don't think that I don't think about you or us, just reading my recent posts would tell you otherwise. I'm just really good in hiding it (and this blog).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, back to "The-supposedly-march-26-post" . I actually planned on writing something, but as I've said I was too busy. I didn't even know what to write. I thought of writing the next day but we went to Caliraya and I left my thoughts in the middle of the lake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what am I supposed to put there? That I regret not celebrating last year's 3/26 with more romance and style? That I didn't expect that that would be our first and last? That I shouldn't have been too maarte that day and that I should've tried to be sweeter to you that day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You won't be getting any sentiments this time. Looking back, it was actually sweet, though very, very simple. The rain may have washed out all our plans, but hey, we're always good at Plan B. Hell yeah, we're kickin ass at Plan Bs. The lunch and dinner with you was great. It was in timezone that I found out that I'm so gonna beat you dead at arcade games (but yeah okay, you win in racing). And when you held my hand near your heart, it perfectly capped off the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you know what I was planning on that day, had it not rained while I was in Korean class? I was planning on a sweet picnic in Ecopark. Yeah, not posh park or anything, but that was kind of private especially on weekdays. I just love it when we sit together and just be quiet, occassional talks about stuff, your usual kakupalan and my usual kasungitan/kaartehan. Then we'll eat lunch, picnic-style. Then we'd rent bikes and go biking around the place. Then we'd walk around, take some pictures to remember the day. Then I'd give you the letter. Then we'd go home and talk a bit more. Then I'd kiss you goodbye and we'll talk till we get sleepy. Ah, the ending to that day we could've had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But well, things happen because that's what's meant to happen. And now here we are. No more quiet moments, no more sweet nothings, no more mushy pet names, no more random iloveyou's. Is this how things are meant to be? I don't know. Who does, anyway?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-4144769435468699897?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/4144769435468699897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=4144769435468699897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/4144769435468699897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/4144769435468699897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-is-late.html' title='this is late'/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-8432554864379611285</id><published>2011-03-16T09:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T09:08:30.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dear March,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You son of a b****! We're still halfway before April and yet you're already ruining my life. I hate you! I thought we're friends. Back then we've been really close. You always put an end to every agonizing school year and stressful second sems. You start summer classes real cool. You are with me in welcoming the friendly/scorching heat of summer. And now, after all these years, this is what I get? Laglagan na ba? I hate you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought you're gonna be good to me because February bullied me with his valentine hits, and here you are making me feel such a loser. You are making things worse! You are the one to blame for all these pimples coming out of my face. I don't even recognize some of them! You could already play connect the dots with my face for crying out loud! Gahd I hate you so much! I've been crying and sleeping late at night. I'm getting so much stress at work and you still give me all these emotional stress that I really should not be feeling, plus you're making me really ugly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fine. I concede. Kill me now if you want to. If February connived with you in trying to make me feel so down, go ahead. Bring it on. Bring on your sentimental nostalgic hits. February could even still hit me with his valentines, I don't care. I know April's gonna be my friend. I know, I've got one in real life, suck that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh how I loathe you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Trish,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What did I do to you? All I am is another month in your year! You're the one making yourself feel all these stress. Am I not helping you relieve them by making you cry them out? Didn't you feel better after your every tearful episode? For God's sake, chill. Don't blame everything on me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fine. I may be the one holding your most precious memories, but hey, don't blame me! It's your choice! I didn't volunteer to be your month of months! You both chose this day, this month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, stop bitchin me and go find a job. Haha. (Trish: I AM LOOKING!) No, really, seriously. Instead of blaming me, why don't you consider me as the month where you're gonna cry and let everything out, and finally stop. Finally let go and move on? Instead of making me your enemy, why not accept me again as your friend?  I still have fifteen days left to prove to you that I am a friend, not a fiend. Go ahead. You know, you're actually doing really good right now. Maybe you're just focusing too much on the negatives, why don't you go look at the bright side? Though you shouldn't stare too long, too much brightness could damage your eyesight. Go ahead and enjoy my last few days, ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why don't you go out with Doray and Memekh? Or go and play with Venize more. Or focus on your idea (you know what I mean). You have lots of things to do. The stress you're feeling now are just challenges to you. Stop blaming anyone (anymonth, in my case) and man up. Face them. This time, giving up is not an option.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends again? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;March&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I so have nothing to do with those pimples! Don't you have any hormones?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-8432554864379611285?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/8432554864379611285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=8432554864379611285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/8432554864379611285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/8432554864379611285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2011/03/100th.html' title='100th'/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-6927000473926548964</id><published>2011-03-14T00:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T02:22:50.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what! After 5 years of blogging, I'm a post away from my 100th entry! Haha. If I had posted those that are still saved as drafts, this would probably be the 100th. Oh well.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, 100 or not, still this is about you. The heck, I'm over the depression state, but still, this is how I'm feeling. This has been going on for about a month already, and this is seriously not healthy! I am losing weight (well, this is a good thing though) and feeling a bit down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually about a week ago I was perfectly fine. Until I had that long trip from Makati to our place. I just came from a job interview and lunch with Memekh and Doray, and I wasn't in a rush to get home. Being stuck in traffic wasn't really a problem with me, I guess it's because of my veeeeeeery long patience with everything. I also like the tranquility I get when I am alone daydreaming and just thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking about my pending application, when suddenly I thought of you. Randomly, out-of-nowhere. I don't know why, as the past days have passed without me thinking of you. I thought of one question Elijah asked me when I went to her work last week. She was surprised when I was there and she asked me about you. She told me you went there and when she asked about us, you said we're okay. As in, OKAY okay. Anyway, I thought of what I'll tell you if you ask me why I'd let you go. Trying to find the right words to answer that question is somewhat painful for me. Everytime I think about it, I start to cry. Like, cry literally. And you know how my tearglands are! So it really must be hurtful to just think of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, here it is. The answer to the most painful question anyone would ever ask me, "Why did I let you go?" (I'll answer in taglish since that's how I put it while I was thinking about it.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I let you go kasi mahal kita. At alam kong nahihirapan ka na. And I know, you'd do better if I did. I feel that I've been such a nuisance and annoyance to you the last few months, so I guess I should stop and let you do your stuff now. I want you to focus on your studies, because I know you'd still be able to snag that laude.  Masakit lang sakin ngayon na makitang tama nga ako. Na you're better off without me. Like now, you're getting all these achievements, when nung tayo pa, you dropped a subject, you didn't get first place in Awitan, you lost focus in school. But now, look at you! Graduating (and more likely, with honors). You'd probably even snag the first job you apply to. Also,  masakit sakin na makitang kang mas masaya ngayon kesa dati. Unlike me, who's going through a tough time trying to stay away from things related to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero, somehow, ginusto ko rin naman kasi eh. Kasi nga gusto ko, dun ka sa mage-excel ka. Kasi diba, once you love someone, you'd do everything to make them happy. You'll go out of your way to give them the best. And I guess, letting you go is the best thing I could give you. Kahit masakit sakin, gusto ko kasi mag-excel ka. Kasi alam kong naka-set na sayo yung mga dreams and aspirations mo, and I don't want to be the one who's gonna stop you from reaching them. I love you so much that I was willing to sacrifice my happiness for your dreams. Yes, sacrifice. Big word, considering how much I annoyed you. Sorry, I became so clingy then, it's because I wanted to get your attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry. I hope you understand why I said yes, without any questions. Kasi nga yun yung gusto mo rin. And it's too painful, even to just ask why. Masakit na nga magtanong, what more yung marinig mo pa yung sagot, diba? I just wish you know how much I love you, that even though it hurts this much, I didn't dare go after you, or even ask about us, or even open a topic about us. I guess iniiwasan ko lang na baka mabara mo ko or whatever. And I hope you do get that the dinners I suggest are my little selfish quiet attempts to see you. And I think you get why I didn't propose any this month, and most especally this March. I hope you understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There. Kinda long. Believe me, this isn't even half of what I wanted to tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-6927000473926548964?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/6927000473926548964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=6927000473926548964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/6927000473926548964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/6927000473926548964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2011/03/guess-what-after-5-years-of-blogging-im.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-3164298916121381654</id><published>2011-03-01T09:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T09:06:42.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;No, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I should really stop doing this. This won't even cause anything but distress to me, so I don't know why until now I'm still writing you these letters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I have so many things to say, so much that when I try to start they get all jumbled up and I end up with nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I saw that your paper won. Congratulations! Another achievement in your name. I realized I didn't do anything good to you when we were together. Like when you took up summer classes for the first time in 2009, you dropped a subject. Then you had a hard time in school,  you didn't win awitan, your Ms. Engg didn't win, well Ms. Engg, you resigned from CAPES. And look at you now. Achievements here and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I guess I'm your jinx. Should I stay away from you for good? I'm thinking if I do, maybe you'll achieve better things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Dillemma: I cannot delete you from facebook. People may say I'm bitter if I do that. Besides, we had an agreement to stay friends after the break up. But, this is making things so hard for me. I took you out of my newsfeed because  I don't want to stalk you or see your name because I'd get interested again. But I ended up looking at your profile more often than before. Gahd I hate this. This is what Facebook makes of of people.&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/19995890-3164298916121381654?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/3164298916121381654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=3164298916121381654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/3164298916121381654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/3164298916121381654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-really.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-5359858199879113911</id><published>2011-02-26T10:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T10:43:54.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Seriously? Seriously?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Well okay, you might have done that when you were so freakinly annoyed with me, but SERIOUSLY. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ta****a lungs. You could have just taken me off everything, un-friend me, block me. You could practically do anything. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Seriously Trish, why bother? Ta****a, you're not even supposed to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Pero kfine, I can live with that. I'm done with this shiz. Work your way to me if you want to, good luck with that. Never in the near future will you expect anything from me. I made myself so vulnerable to you, I became completely stupid. Fudge. So it's truuueeeeee. This whole freakin thing is true. I shouldn't have agreed in the first place. Ta****aaaaa. Sorry. Pardon me, I am fuming mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Heeeey. PML in the making, huh? FINE. What is supposed to be a month became a day just like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;^^^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Wow. Ang arte ko magalit.&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/19995890-5359858199879113911?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/5359858199879113911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=5359858199879113911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/5359858199879113911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/5359858199879113911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2011/02/seriously-seriously-well-okay-you-might.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-6018527994034934371</id><published>2011-02-25T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T12:33:18.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;This saddens me- my favorite couple just broke up. Then I could say it's true, na kahit sobrang perfect ng relationship, there could be a time where the circumstances would force you both to end it. I feel terribly sad because I'm a witness to their love for each other, even their kilig moments. I envy them so much, especially her, because she was able to get that kind of princess-like treatment from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Anyway, like what we all say, we do know it will still be them in the end. We are somehow certain of that. First love never dies, true love never ends. Even if you find someone else, there will still be a space in your heart for that special someone you once shared your life with. It's a lie if they say that everything is gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;As for me, I woke up one day and thought, maybe it' gone. But it isn't. I can say that I can now face him and not feel anything, but I would be lying to myself if I do that. Even if I say that when I see him I can only look at him as a friend, I know that's not the case. The fact that I'm writing about him now tells it otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Oh well. It won't hurt anyone if I say now that I still miss you so much, especially now that you don't even know I'm writing all these stuff for you. Things won't change if I say I want to see you right now because 1) it won't happen and 2) why the hell? Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;What I hate about myself is the fact that I still care even if I shouldn't. I should have even gotten angry with you because...well I can't tell you, you'll kill me if you find out. Yes, I should hate you. But I can't, and I know you know why. Again, I want my dream last night to come true, when you finally have the guts to tell me what you really think, but I know that most of the time our dreams are opposite of what's gonna happen, so no, thank you.&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/19995890-6018527994034934371?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/6018527994034934371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=6018527994034934371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/6018527994034934371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/6018527994034934371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-saddens-me-my-favorite-couple-just.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-6860383265650550738</id><published>2011-02-18T13:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T14:25:29.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hi. I missed one day of not writing you a letter. Suddenly, I just didn't feel like it. Yes, I miss you, but thinking about it, I don't even know why I'm feeling all so kilig like that. I mean, I don't even think we'll be together again, and if you ask me, I don't even know if I wanted to get back together (wow feeling mehn) Anyway. I'll just leave it all to fate, destiny, serendipity, whatever you wanna call it. I appreciate your thought in "wanting" to ask me out but I realized that if you want to you would, no excuses whatsoever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Haha, I should get used to this, right? It's not just from you that I get those lame excuses ie. too much stuff to do, no money, too late, was-just-thinking-but, etc. I get that from another someone too. So I should get used to it. I should know how to just brush it off. Well, maybe because it is from YOU. I don't know, you have this power over me. Haha. You can just say, "get out of your house im outside" and I would just go, no second thoughts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ah. I get terrible headaches thinking about these stuff that I shouldn't even be bothered about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But one thing's still sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I still miss you.&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/19995890-6860383265650550738?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/6860383265650550738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=6860383265650550738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/6860383265650550738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/6860383265650550738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2011/02/hi_18.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-7776949896808968946</id><published>2011-02-16T16:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T17:14:53.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hey. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm going out later with Alyssa and Mikha, so I'm just waiting for their text.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Anyway, how are you? I havent heard anything from you since that day. Anyway you haven't heard anything from me either so why expect, right? Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I am currently listening to your winning piece in Himig. Yes, adik much hahaha. I want to watch you perform one day, like this,  because I know singing in a group and performing is when you're at your best. I know you like it so much. And you are a really great bass, I can attest to that. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Again, I'm gonna go on with my random shiz I got used to putting here. Excuse my cheesyness, this is just where I'm able to put this without my mom or anyone I know (well, except Nads, Mikha and Mavs, if and only if they saved the URL haha) reading it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I miss you. So much. I missed you more after we had that talk. I have so much questions to ask you, but I decided not to, because I'm scared that I would just ruin the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I just had to see you, but I'm too shy and scared and such a chicken that I don't even have the guts to text you just to say hi. I miss sending you an FB message just because. Or sending you a text just to say I love you. I want to see you, now. But as usual, school gets in the way. As you said, it's just a month and a week away anyway and we'll see each other soon. But why does the hour suddenly seems to go so slow? Haha. Yikes. :)) Strike that, too cheesy. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Well the whole point is, I miss you. So much. I wanted to see you. So badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But sad to say, for now, watching your videos and going to your profile is the closest I could get to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-7776949896808968946?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/7776949896808968946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=7776949896808968946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/7776949896808968946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/7776949896808968946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2011/02/hey_16.html' title='hey'/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-8346349038010154518</id><published>2011-02-15T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T12:32:10.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Hey. Happy Valentines! (late greeting) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I was really happy and surprised that you greeted me. I mean, we don't talk much. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I have nothing to get depressed about right now. Haha. Sorry, you really made my day yesterday. Hahaha! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;From the greeting to the almost whole day texts, wala na. Valentines na talaga :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I never expected you'd reply after that long pause. Then, what came after was what made yesterday a(n almost) real valentines day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I hope this is it. Hahaha. Yun lang. You don't know how happy I was yesterday, especially while we were texting before I went to sleep. You won't be able to wipe the smile off my face :)) I even had to ask God to please let me sleep because I have work tomorrow! (And that is today)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Anyway, a month and a week? Okay, I'm willing to wait. Hahaha :p Whatever may happen after this, I don't know. I admit Im scared but excited at the same time, you know, not knowing what will happen next. Anyway, patience is a virtue! :)&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/19995890-8346349038010154518?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/8346349038010154518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=8346349038010154518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/8346349038010154518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/8346349038010154518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2011/02/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-6695739969691885874</id><published>2011-02-15T12:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T21:04:05.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dear Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH! I asked for a sign and you gave it to me, right away! Di ko inexpect na ganun kabilis yun. Grabe, 1 hour after ko lang matapos magdasal ng pinakamataimtim sa buong buhay ko, tinupad nyo agad. You never fail talaga Lord. You know how much I hate Valentines, that's why you did that. You made me believe in that, for the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I know I haven't been praying enough. And I'm not the most Catholic one out there either. I may do stuff that is against your will, but still, you understand and you forgive me. You give me my greatest wishes. I told you I'm willing to wait for the others, and I know you're waiting for me to be completely wishing for it before you grant it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yesterday was different though, isn't it? I almost cried while praying to you, because I wanted it so badly. And honestly (though I know you know this already) I am having second thoughts about wishing for that. You see, it's almost close to impossible, right? You know it could never happen randomly. I was also close to changing the wish and creating a deadline, but you made it unecessary for me to cheat. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And I know my friends are really helping a lot with the praying. Nakukulitan ka na ba samin, Lord? Hehe. Sorry. Teka, you do know we're really makulit diba? Haha. :) Anyway, please bless them too because they are the ones who are helping me get through my late-depression state. Hahaha. I love them so much so please guide them and bless them for me. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I know this letter would never equal to how thankful I am to you. You made me really happy, Lord. I've never been this happy/excited/nervous since forever that it became impossible for me to eat. Haha. I can just smile all day and never go hungry or tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thank you for giving me that little ray of sunshine yesterday. I hope this would turn out into something really great. I trust you with everything. I love you Lord! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥s, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Trish :)&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/19995890-6695739969691885874?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/6695739969691885874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=6695739969691885874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/6695739969691885874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/6695739969691885874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2011/02/dear-lord-thank-you-so-much-i-asked-for.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-6965891313891087870</id><published>2011-02-14T09:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T09:51:44.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Happy Valentines! Okay, after "Happy" supposedly may kasunod na (?) yan kasi syempre alam mo naman diba. Haha. Ayun lang. So. How are you gonna spend your Valentines? Haha. 'Kay, I won't ask. Ngayon ako nanghihinayang na nag-refuse ako mag-Valentines tayo together last year. If I had known na it would be our last together, I would've spent the whole day with you. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I miss you so much. THAT I should've told you. Now I'm thinking how I'd let you know, ngayong di naman tayo nag-uusap whatsoever. You know I miss those little talks that we have, kahit sobrang ang tipid natin haha. Kasi nga diba sabi mo, basta magkasama tayo kahit tahimik lang sobrang okay na. &lt;-yikes cheesy! :)) Anyway, know what I miss most? Those emails that you send me. Every 26th tas di tayo makakapag-meet tapos you'll just say thanks and sorry, yung replies mo sa cheesy emails ko, yung "Tricia's Awesome Boyfriend" na signature mo, yung forever and ever plus one day. Okay eto na ang keso ko na talaga! Haha. Pagbigyan mo na ko please, valentines naman :p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Marami pa ko nami-miss eh. Yung pagsakay natin ng jeep or fx, and then you'll just hold my hand until makarating tayo samin, yung paghawak mo yung kamay ko, then you'll put it close to your chest, yung pagtatawid tayo or bababa sa fail (di na sya fail ngayon, pansin mo?) na overpass from SM to Trinoma, yung "good morning/night, i love you!" texts mo, yung comments mo na ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I miss everything about you. Hindi halata, pero yun talaga. I don't know, napaka-late reaction ko na nga sa break-up natin eh, ngayon ako naging ganito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I just have to share something. I went out with my hs classmate, the one I mentioned to you, twice. Uh, yes, pumoporma sya with matching I love you pa. Haha. :)) But, wala talaga. You know when I was with him, sobrang ikaw lang naaalala ko. Can't help but compare the feeling when we first went out sa feeling na sya yung kasama ko. I agreed to go on the 2nd invitation kasi nga I tried to see kung may spark. Wala eh. Tsk. Balik mo kasi! Nasayo eh HAHAHA. Therefore I conclude, totoo pala yung song ni Katy Perry na Thinking of You. Haha. Kasi kahit iba kasama ko, ikaw pa rin. Waah. I can't believe I'm saying/typing all of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Anyway, I hope you have a great day today. Maaga pa naman. Maaga din ako nagising kasi nanood ng Jolina-Marvin movie si Ping kaninang umaga, naputol tuloy yung panaginip ko. E sa panaginip ko, magkausap tayo sa phone! Tapos,  (teka nakakahiya to ang cheesy lang) puro "i miss you" lang yung sinasabi natin. Haha. Oo na ako na OA managinip. Pero on my part, totoo naman kasi yun. Haha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ayun. Smile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Trish :*&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/19995890-6965891313891087870?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/6965891313891087870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=6965891313891087870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/6965891313891087870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/6965891313891087870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-okay-after-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-2112976972320295767</id><published>2011-02-13T15:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T15:53:48.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hi. It's day 3 and it's still here. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm currently listening to your winning piece in Himig. You guys totally deserve to win (one very proud ex here!) I've been listening to this since last night, yes, paulit-ulit lang sya. Hahaha. I dunno. Maybe I'm just being my masochist self again, watching your videos everytime I go online (stalker much?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I honestly don't like what I'm feeling these past few days. I know I shouldn't be doing this. I shouldn't be telling you all this. But, I can't help it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Anyway, remember the wishlist that we made, almost a year ago? I have it still, and yes I just opened it. Right now I'm looking at it and I'm trying to find something to give you for your graduation. I don't know where to find the Chuck It Mesh thing you wanted and if it's available now here in the Philippines, so I'll try to look for it in Converse stores na lang. I'm afraid to give you another shirt kasi baka mag-fail nanaman (but I got the size right, diba?) haha. Anyway, there, you now know that you would be expecting something from me come April. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I can't seem to find another excuse to see you. There's no special occasion na, so maybe I'll see you kung mag-reunion man or whatever. But it's a good thing diba? It might help me with you know, moving on. I'm sorry, di ko nabigay yung wish mo na forgiveness when we fight, and the patience. Sorry, I wasn't that strong enough for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Okay, this post done. Wala na ko masabi kasi sa sobrang dami, labo-labo na. I hope you do well in your last few months of school :) Enjoy the feeling of still being a student! Haha. You'll definitely miss it, kahit sobrang frustrating ang demands ng mga profs na most of the time unreasonable. Haha. Good luck! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*Long, virtual hug*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Trish :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-2112976972320295767?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/2112976972320295767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=2112976972320295767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/2112976972320295767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/2112976972320295767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2011/02/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-4596565000295358526</id><published>2011-02-12T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T10:33:08.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no edits.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Hi. I dont need to ask how are you, I could see you're doing well. Well, what do we have here. You are finally able to get the achievements that you were dreaming about then. I always knew you'd do great. It's always in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Okay. I know this whole letters to you thing is so out of the blue. I shouldnt have read the letter you sent me more than a year ago for new year. It started this all. I admit, it's been months (almost 3, oh joy!) since we officially ended it. I never cried after our break-up. I was even able to make it seem funny. I seemed to be unaffected at all. Well you know me. I tend to make things seem lighter than what it actually is. I have been thinking, I think I deserve more than an online break up. After all, what we had was special and we loved each other at one point in our lives. I think I deserve something more than that, right? But thinking (more deeply) about it, we may not have been able to say it face to face, as it's so hard for us to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I realized we should not be hanging out together. I should not have agreed to our agreement to stay friends and in contact after. It made everything so hard for me. You'll never know how painful it was. Seeing you go on with your life without me, without showing any sign of regret at all. Seeing you even happier without me, when all this time I am silently wishing you'd one day tell me you miss me and that you want to see me again. I have a confession to make, I stalk your facebook. Well it's the only way I'd be able to know how you are, although you don't go online that much. And it's easier for me now, because immediately after we ended it and even during our hiatus, it was painful for me to even just see your name anywhere. I would always check to see if you have any updates or even comments to people (what is stalker). And when I see your picture, my heart leaps a mile and I'll get palpitations hahaha. I remember one incident that happened just recently while I was on my way to work. The jeep I was on passed by near your place and was about to stop. I was looking outside and saw someone with the same built and a bag almost similar to one of yours. I swear my heart could just jump out of me at that very moment! I so thought it was you! Hahaha. Silly me. Until I arrived at the office my heart was pounding so fast I had to take a couple of seconds before I could start work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;You'll never know how excited I was when we began texting last Christmas. And how happy I was to see your replies to me, and that I dont even have to wait for hours (or days) for it. One thing saddens me though, we only get to text when it's about your favorite paranoia. If it's something else, you do not reply anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;You never knew how many times I cried because of you. You know it's really hard to make me cry (though Im about to right now), so it's a surprise for me when one random night (around 2 in the morning actually), the night before we first went to Tagaytay, I began crying so hard, I didnt even make a sound. I was sleeping together with my whole family at one of the rooms in my tito's house so I even had to transfer from one bed to another so that they wont hear me sniffing and sobbing. I swear I cried so much I reached my quota for the year. I dont know. I guess it's all the bottled up feelings I had that I wasnt able to hold in anymore. I think it was all triggered by the way you acted during the parade and the event after that. Back then, I was seriously expecting us to be watching the parade and the fireworks together. But we didnt. I had to stay quiet the entire time, trying to forget my disappointment and just focus on trying to be happy because finally we can spend time together after a very long, busy month because of your college week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Disappointments, misunderstandings, everything that I let pass everytime we have a fight/misunderstanding. You know, I never forget, every single thing. So it costed me a lot of tears that night. The next day, I thanked God because I was blessed with eyes that never get too much puffy even if I cry the whole night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;The next time I cried was when after I sent you that "let's take a break" email. I cried because I was afraid of what you're reply was gonna be. And, yeah, maybe because I knew what your reply would be. And the next was when I was done reading your reply. That time I was sleeping in tita's room because she wanted someone to be with her when she sleeps. Again, I cried so hard, there's no sound at all. It was just one, sad, quiet night. The words in that email was so painful that until now, I can still remember most of them, and it still pierces me to the very core. I couldnt find any words to EXACTLY describe how it felt, so here's a close one, I think: it's the feeling you get when you try to take out your heart, squeeze it so much, with both of your hands (and even get some help from other hands) then stab it, chop it, whatever you can to tear it into minute pieces, and each piece would hurt as much as when you get hit by a truck and your body was cut halfway. Uhm, I take it back. My description was not even close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I guess it hurts me so much because back then I thought I was being a good girl for you. I've tried every trick in the book (though some do fail, I must be reading the wrong book), I've tried to be so understanding of what you want to do and of your dreams that I was willing to let you make them your first priority (meaning, let you do all your thing and not even think about me and my needs as a girlfriend). It's my fault anyway, I admit. I've been too loose. Well what do I know? It's my first real relationship, and I'm still trying to figure out things that I dont usually do before. It shocked me to find out that I have been demanding a lot from you, when that time all I was asking for was that you give some of your time to me. That time, I knew you'd be busy, so I enlisted in a class that would allow me to go inside the campus for lunch. I remember I told you that, but when first day of classes came, your lunch hour is very different from mine. I then have to struggle with that schedule for more than three months, outside campus, rush to inside for a class, then outside again for class. The other sched would then require me to go inside the campus every lunch time, outside for a class, and then inside again, everything just so I could see you. I even enlisted in an engineering class just so maybe we could go home together or I could see even a glimpse of you in the hallway. But no, I have to inform you beforehand and I would have to ask if I could see you. At first I was a bit hurt everytime I get a no from you, but as time goes by I somehow got used to it. Bottomline is, whatever I do, I consider you first. Yes, studies are my first priority, but you don't know how Im willing to move heaven and earth just to see you then. Remember the time when it was summer registration, and you were on duty. I told you I was going to bring you lunch and that you have to wait for me. I was in UP then, and I said Im gonna bring you your favorite from one of the restaurants that we went to, which was in SM. I was willing to go from UP, to SM, and back to UP just so I could bring you lunch. On our way you called me and told me you're going out with your friends and that you cant wait for the lunch. Heartbroken? That word couldnt even describe how I felt then. Until now, that still doesnt fail to tear me up. It made the record as one of the biggest disappointments in my life, and you're the source.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I could use one of the lines you said before. You didnt break my heart, you broke me. All of me. It's like you took my whole self and smashed it to pieces, like what you did to my heart. I may put on a happy face, but it will never overshadow all the hurt and pain I feel inside. Until now, I know I still love you. It's never gonna be easy to un-love you, I know that. Right now Im still in the process of moving on. No, Im not yet complete again. There still some parts of me that's with you, and Im still hesitant to take it back. It's like I still wanted you to have it, maybe hoping that you'll learn to love it again and eventually love the whole of me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-4596565000295358526?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/4596565000295358526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=4596565000295358526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/4596565000295358526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/4596565000295358526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2011/02/no-edits.html' title='no edits.'/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-7460840597629295077</id><published>2010-10-13T09:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T09:36:51.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SCENE 1: &lt;/b&gt;Girl walks along the Acad Oval, thinking and reminiscing. It's past 8 o'clock and she needs to go home. She'd just come from a meet-up with her friend where they had a great discussion over random stuff. She decided to take the FX to get home faster than when she rides a jeepney. Besides, she's too tired she wants to ride somewhere comfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SCENE 2&lt;/b&gt;: Girl gets to the terminal and sees the line to the jeepneys are shorter that usual. Must she take the jeepney since it's cheaper? Nah. Too tired. Want something comfy. Want aircon. To the FX terminal she goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SCENE 3:&lt;/b&gt; FX door opens. Two people. Shocked faces. How the h**l is he here? For 5 seconds they were just there looking at each other. Girl looks around and sees that the only available seat was beside him. She goes in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SCENE 4&lt;/b&gt;: They talk as if nothing happened. Though there were awkward pauses, random stuff just came out. It was...bliss. Girl realizes she missed this guy so much, but she can't do anything. There are still some issues they both need to resolve, and it is not yet the right time. She waited for months, and until now she's still waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SCENE 5:&lt;/b&gt; Girl needs to go, said goodbye to guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;END.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;you think this only happens in movies? Nope. Well, movies are based in real-life, aren't they. The only thing that's different is that in the movies, you know what each of the characters are thinking, and you know how their story would end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ugh. Sometimes, real life sucks.&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/19995890-7460840597629295077?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/7460840597629295077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=7460840597629295077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/7460840597629295077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/7460840597629295077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2010/10/scene-1-girl-walks-along-acad-oval.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-1703704781737069293</id><published>2010-10-13T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T09:17:35.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Im at work for 2 hours already, and I don't have much to do yet. Ugh. This is what I get from finishing my weekly tasks on the first day of the week. If my boss catches me doing nothing, I'm doomed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Anyway I changed my layout. The pictures from my previous one kinda looks so teenager-ish, and whether I like it or not, I'm not one anymore. Hey, I'm already on my twenties. Haha. :) Kidding. I still want to remain a teen so I'm telling everyone I'm twenTEEN. My layout now looks so fresh. Kid-like but with an adult twist. (read: adult twist= the world ADULT in the picture right there on the right side. haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Well there has been a lot of changes since I started blogging in 2005. Lots of social networking sites (sns) emerged and as I am always trying to be part of the trend, I tried everything. Haha. Yes, I've had accounts in Wordpress, Livejournal, and other blog hosting sites, all of which I haven't posted anything yet because I always forget my damn password. Besides, I'm already tamad to post in one site, what more if I have lots more? Blogging had been the trend since then, and most of my classmates post something at least once a day. I must admit, I enjoy reading the stuff they post, even if sometimes they just look like something taken out from their diaries. I even enjoy reading random stuff like how their day went or kung anong kalokohan nanaman yung ginawa nila sa school. It's nice to read them because sometimes I'm a witness to that. It's also nice if the people who read your blog posts something as a comment, or even 'tag' you. Uhuh, long before that Twitter and Facebook 'tag' feature, blogs already had that-- through CBOX. People would 'tag' you by posting anything there, just a reminder that they dropped by your site. Sometimes they would put their comment on your latest post there. Getting a Cbox is free, though if people post too many comments, you won't be able to see the previous ones because they only show around 10 of the most recent. You have to get the paid Cbox to be able to read all your other comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Along with blogging is... tentenenen... Friendster! I admit even last year, I still used Friendster (until Facebook became the trend). Sometimes I want to deactivate my account but I always think na sayang yung mga messages, comments and testimonials na nandun. Imagine, since 2003 pa yung mga posts dun. It's actually fun reading how your classmates describe you, even if kailangan may pilitan pang magaganap bago sila magpost ng testimonial sayo, tapos minsan puro pampalakas lang ng ego yung isusulat nila like 'mabait to', 'makulit, masaya kasama' etc. Hahaha. Ah, the days. Now I do believe I'm getting old, I'm reminiscing na eh. Haha. Meron ding mga "surveys" that people answer. These are posts in the Bulletin Board that has random questions (sometimes with a topic) that you copy then answer in your on words. Haha. I admit, sometimes yung mga pinopost ko na surveys sa bulletin board ko may mga patama, but hello, guys don't even read those. Haha. Anyway Friendster was fun until the younger generations came along. No offense to the younger ones, but some really took the "design your own layout" thing to the extreme. Um-OA na sa pagdesign, too many glittery thing going on, plus the fact that some type words LykkH dHisZX p0wZH that logging in and profile-hopping became annoying. I pitied my eyes for seeing such stuff. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And so came Facebook, Twitter and Tumblr. I know there are lots more but I won't mention them anymore, it's too much. I had an account in Facebook and Tumblr way before it became a trend in the Philippines, and woah, when it becomes the trend, I swear it DOES become the trend. People started appearing last year in FB. When I opened it a million years after I made one, I had so much friend requests, even from some that I do not personally know. But being an online paranoid, I only accepted those whom I've met AND talked to personally. I signed up to Tumblr after Saab Magalona announced that she found a site where she could post easily, and I never thought tumblr would be what it is today. I thought yeah, it's easier to post pictures, but you can't upload a whole album in one go. I thought it was just another blogger, but goodness what the new generation can do. Now Tumblr is really famous and lots of people really do get famous there. And here comes Twitter. It is my least favorite (I'm sorry...) because I'm not a tweet tweet kind of person. Hehe. I mean I talk a lot, I write a lot. And a hundred and something letters just won't do. Besides, Twitter is just for famous people like actors and actresses, unless you have lots of friends. I don't have that much friends on  Twitter, so that explains it. Besides, many people get sued nowadays because of their tweets. Many are caught lying and cheating and even announcing their private lives to the world through it. So sorry Twitter fans, I'm not one of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;So now I'm renewing my love for writing, so I'm getting back together with Blogger. I don't care if nobody reads this, haha. I still believe that someday my blog would get lots of people traffic. People who might just want to read random stuff. and actually read, not scan through a hundred tweets. I may not give the most interesting info or the most inspiring quote, but somehow I think I'll be able to share how a normal teen (twenTEEN!) live her life. Someday. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-1703704781737069293?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/1703704781737069293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=1703704781737069293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/1703704781737069293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/1703704781737069293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-at-work-for-2-hours-already-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-5206452589916415293</id><published>2010-10-06T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T09:54:59.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eating.Praying.Loving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It's a great way to start my day. Haha. Im actually controlling myself from smiling too much.  Haha. I even don't have any words to describe it, so I'll just skip talking about that and would just focus on work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;...uhm, I don't have any work yet. Haha. I'm just here stuck at my desk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;anyway I love this song right now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(122, 122, 122); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;언제부터 였는지 너를 본 순간부터&lt;br /&gt;1분1초마다 니가 자꾸 생각나&lt;br /&gt;너는 무얼하는지.. 지금 어디있는지 Ooh baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;이리저리 보아도 이것저것 다져도&lt;br /&gt;니가 자꾸 맘에 들어 미칠거 같애..&lt;br /&gt;이런 내맘을 아는지.. 이런 내 감정은 아는지&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;하루하루 너만 바라보며 항상 기다려 볼래&lt;br /&gt;오직 너 하나만 알고 사랑해 줄게&lt;br /&gt;사랑하기에도 아까운 시간인데&lt;br /&gt;너 없인 아무것도 하기 싫은데&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;매일매일 아침마다 눈만 뜨면 보고 싶은데&lt;br /&gt;이제 너 없이는 하루라도 살수 없는데&lt;br /&gt;사랑한다 그 한마디 듣고 싶은데&lt;br /&gt;매일 사랑해.. 너만 사랑해 우리둘이&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Ooh baby..&lt;br /&gt;혹시 니가 내꺼란 그런 상상만으로&lt;br /&gt;하루종일 두근거려 미칠거 같애&lt;br /&gt;너에게로 달려가.. 솔직하게 고백할거야&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;하루하루 너만 바라보며 항상 기다려 볼래&lt;br /&gt;오직 너 하나만 알고 사랑해 줄게&lt;br /&gt;사랑하기에도 아까운 시간인데&lt;br /&gt;너 없인 아무것도 하기 싫은데&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;매일매일 아침마다 눈만 뜨면 보고 싶은데&lt;br /&gt;이제 너 없이는 하루라도 살수 없는데&lt;br /&gt;사랑한다 그 한마디 듣고 싶은데&lt;br /&gt;매일 사랑해.. 너만 사랑해 우리둘이&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;말문이 막혀.. 숨이 차올라(차올라)&lt;br /&gt;떨리는 내손 꼭 잡은 니 두손에&lt;br /&gt;눈물이 날것 같아.. 지금 내게 고백한거니&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;나만 항상 지켜주고 바라봐 줄래&lt;br /&gt;너 때문에 눈물나면 꼭 안아 줄래&lt;br /&gt;그토록 간절히 원하던 순간이네&lt;br /&gt;아무리 생각해도 믿기질 않아&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;매일매일 내 옆에서 나만 보며 지켜봐 줄래&lt;br /&gt;친구로 지내긴 너를 너무 사랑하니까&lt;br /&gt;사랑한 그 한마디 지금 해줄래&lt;br /&gt;매일 사랑해.. 나만 사랑해.. 키스해 줄래..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-5206452589916415293?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/5206452589916415293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=5206452589916415293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/5206452589916415293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/5206452589916415293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2010/10/eating.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-2554308448342064349</id><published>2010-10-05T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T12:23:59.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm bored. Yes, office work is not for me. But somehow I still get those moments where I enjoy talking to different types of people. Just not this day. Hahahaha. I interviewed someone who has a lot of experience in this field already, so it's kinda hard. Plus Im bored to death already. Ohmygod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I noticed the last time I posted something was in August. And it's October already! Hay. A lot has happened since that month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;One, I got a job. Haha. Without even applying for it. I conduct interviews to those who wants to work in a call center. It's fun, but not for long. I mean sitting in the office waiting for applicants and trying to pass time by surfing the internet is mentally draining. It doesn't give much of a challenge. Hay. I wanna do something that might require some manual/physical activity. I wanna go around walking. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Two, I have this little chance of getting into medschool. *heartbreak* Even if I get into one which offers very low tuition fees, still all the other expenses can't be shouldered by my parents. I still have 2 sisters who are already in college, and their tuition fees per semester almost equaled my whole UP education. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh well. There are things that you really have to let go of. On the brighter side, I could go and try some other things that I like to do. Thing is, I don't have the liberty of the time and money to help me figure out what that is. I want to try the "Eat Pray Love" thing, but I can't. I don't even know where I wanna go. What I do know however is that I need to get out of this country. I need to go somewhere where no one could recognize me, and where everyone would just let me be what I want to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What else? Oh. Yeah. THAT thing. I guess that's still a book waiting to be either closed or read on. I still haven't decided yet. For now, all I know is that either way, I'm fine with it. One thing that's helping me though is that people closer to the both of us is saying that we should try again. And this is where my confusion starts. I don't know what to do with this, actually. Right now, I don't even know what I'll say when we meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyway, these TWO are really helping me with the decision I'm going to make in two weeks time. Haha. They are helping me realize what I do NOT want. Haha. I just don't know what to do with those overly-persistent people though. Ugh. Sometimes I could get pissed off with too much. And one even acts like he's my bf already. WTH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh. Third/Fourth. B-atch :) New set of friends in the b-atch. I mean we are really one big group but before I was hanging out more with some of them. But now, it's like I'm with almost all of them now. So it's true, when some people go out of your life, they could bring in more people that's more worthy of your friendship. I realized that I had so much things in common with some of them that I regret sticking with the same people while we were still in school, and not trying to get to know them better earlier. But somehow it's okay, we're just making the most out of our times together when we meet every month. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What else? Haha. I guess that's it for now. There's more, but I'm in the office right now so I might just do some office work. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;brb. :*&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/19995890-2554308448342064349?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/2554308448342064349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=2554308448342064349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/2554308448342064349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/2554308448342064349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2010/10/hello-world.html' title='hello world'/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-6156634358887837810</id><published>2010-08-08T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T23:02:15.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Okay. So now I don't know what I want. Ugh. Just a week ago I was sure of what I really want, but after what happened I now got confused and now I have to re-think everything. I thought it was that easy, but I guess it wasn't at all. It may seem like I don't care at all, but the truth is, I'm afraid to even look at our past letters, because I feel something inside me that makes me feel like crying. But the thing is, my tearglands seem to be working against me: I can't cry. Haha. It doesn't produce tears at all. Something's wrong with me, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Anyway, even if I say I don't care, I still do. I mean, I think about it. I'm trying so hard to divert my focus to my review. BUT THAT THING BOTHERS ME SO MUCH. Ugh. Okay this part would be a bit hazy since I think I'm the only one who'd be able to understand it. Right now I'm just so frustrated.&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/19995890-6156634358887837810?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/6156634358887837810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=6156634358887837810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/6156634358887837810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/6156634358887837810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2010/08/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-227645423014232</id><published>2010-07-08T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T21:05:03.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know what you're trying to do here, but I'm really pissed off . If I could just scream 'how dare you!' in your face right now, I would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-227645423014232?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/227645423014232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=227645423014232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/227645423014232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/227645423014232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-dont-know-what-youre-trying-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-2657081157384470706</id><published>2010-07-04T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T23:54:08.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kausap ko si Daben ngayon. Haha. I don't know, everytime kausap ko yun gusto kong umalis ng bahay at sumigaw lang. (reply nya: go! wala namang pumipigil) Hahaha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad I have a friend like him, kahit pinipilit na nya akong makipag-break. Somehow he takes in everything I say kahit asar na asar na sya. Tsaka sa kanya ko sinasabi lahat. Grabe ang galing na stress reliever nitong taong to. Hahaha. Pero sorry, di talaga kami talo. :))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kasi naman, nasstress na ko talaga. Over something na hindi naman dapat kastress-an. I'm getting tired. I mean, who wouldn't get bored when you don't give enough effort in working for it? And here I am, trying to make things lighter, tapos di naman maaappreciate. NAKAKAPAGOD, K?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ngayon naiinis na lang ako. Shets. Bumalik nanaman yung feeling na ayaw ko makita kahit na ano about him, kasi naiinis ako. I shouldn't be feeling this. Pero, I dunno. Nakakapagod na kasi. Mgeefort ka tapos parang wala lang. Tsk. Taeng timing yan.&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/19995890-2657081157384470706?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/2657081157384470706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=2657081157384470706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/2657081157384470706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/2657081157384470706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2010/07/kausap-ko-si-daben-ngayon.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-3869168882905717841</id><published>2010-06-26T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T23:54:32.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>15th month today. For a second there I thought he'd forget. We didn't talk for 2 days, and I was just half-hoping that he'd text. And surprise! Around 5am he texted and greeted me. We then agreed that he'd come over to "celebrate". Haha. We're both broooooke. :)) Besides, I can't go out because I've been sick since Thursday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We talked, but he's tired. He's awake na daw ng 3am, so he's kinda lowbatt na. Haha. Me too, I woke up around 2:30, thought of, well, things to think of. Then naabutan ko yung holy rosary. Haha. Tinapos ko, praying that sana, sana matupad yung wish ko. Haha. NATUPAD, K? :D And yes, I'm happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero kasi, there are things that I want to say pa eh, so hindi ako completely completely happy. There's something missing. Let's just say that now, ako naman yung may "Motivation syndrome".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's so busy, acads-wise. Wooh pimples naghe-hello. Pero ayun. Basta. Haha. Ang gulo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basta I'm happy that we saw each other today. That even though he's tired from waking up early, doing acads, his 3-hour class, and delibs in his org, he still made time to come over even just for a while. He's hungry and sleepy when he came nga eh. He even slept nung nanonood kami ng MMK. Haha. Tapos pag gising naman nic-criticize lang yung show. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 15th month Pars. It's been a tough month. We had a major fight just last week, but I'm happy that we made up and now here we are, celebrating another month of us being together. I'm proud that you are mature enough to handle me and my immaturity. Your kind of patience and understanding may be different from mine, but it's just the right one for me. I'm feeling that the next time we celebrate together would be on November, and I'm already looking forward to that. Thank you so much for the past 15 months, and I'm looking forward to thousands more with you. Haha. I love you so much. Rest well! Pahinga ka naman. And yung memory gap mo, anoberr. Haha. Take care. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-3869168882905717841?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/3869168882905717841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=3869168882905717841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/3869168882905717841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/3869168882905717841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2010/06/15th-month-today.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-2968540836594057541</id><published>2010-06-25T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T13:49:18.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2009. Best, I must say. But it was twisted.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Pars and I got together around March. It was easy at first, but along the way it got really challenging. My patience was tested every single day, because he was such a busy man. But I've learned to love him, and I know I love him as he is, and I've got to accept the fact that that's him even before we became together. He's a bit workaholic, and because we both are elected as VPs in our respective orgs, he became more busy. Patience, understanding and a lot of love is needed in this relationship. I think, anyone weak-hearted would not survive in this. Hahaha :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Practicum! :D Great experience, I finally had the chance to work with a boss. Haha. But then I realized that office work is not meant for me. Sitting in my cube waiting for orders, answering phones and doing reports? Not my thing. I felt like nabobo ako during that time. (I'm sorry!) The company of the people were great though. But still, coming home after work without anything to think about for the next day, I felt like my brain's is drained every single day. I need to think about something. My brain needs to think every single time. That's why office work? Not for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Thesis! It was bittersweet. We did it though. But everything that happened along the way changed me and my thesis partner's relationship with each other. Im sad to say that it will never be the same again. Hay :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*November-December was the most emotionally-challenging month for me. I almost gave up. But, hey, love, you really work wonders. now I somehow felt that writing about it works wonders as well. Hahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-2968540836594057541?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/2968540836594057541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=2968540836594057541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/2968540836594057541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/2968540836594057541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2010/06/2009.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-1689642697155883728</id><published>2010-06-25T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T13:40:32.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woah. di pa pala ako tapos sa updates ko. May 2008 and 2009 pa pala ako. Hahaha :))&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here's my 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I was put into Ecotour's Membership Committee. That is where I felt my first in-your-face rejection. They said they don't think I'm good enough to get members. Yeah. Im not good enough. WTF? I felt so angry right there, but I took it as a challenge, since they're not that good anyway. Hahaha :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I let go. Of, you-know-who. O sige na, of Paps. He's nothing but a memory now, though the person is still my friend. Haha. I got tired of hoping and assuming that there is something, though as he said, there kinda WAS something. But he's too shy and scared to admit it. Oh well, I gotta move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Third year, chill. As in chill that I got good grades, my friends and I had so much fun, I felt better. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Christmas came. Reunion with grade school friends. 3 people made me feel like I'm the prettiest woman in the whole world. Haha. Yeah, one succeded ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2008 felt like nothing could go wrong. There was hardly any dull moment. Maybe because I've learned to be more confident of myself. I've learned how to speak up and communicate with other people. Before that, I was sooooo shy, I can't even introduce myself properly. I can't even deliver my report well. But somehow 3rd year changed me. Everything improved, and I felt great. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-1689642697155883728?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/1689642697155883728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=1689642697155883728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/1689642697155883728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/1689642697155883728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2010/06/woah.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-5059863559548907546</id><published>2010-06-25T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T13:28:46.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now I feel so sick. Trangkaso daw sabi ni Aba. But I think this is more than that. I dunno. These days if Im not feeling sad, I feel so angry. And tomorrow would be another month added to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I dont know if what I feel right now is right. I should be happy, right? If Im not, then what am I still doing here? Hay Japan, take me away now. I really need you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Right now the thing that keeps me happy and excited is the fact that in about 2 years med school would be welcoming me. I promise that I will work hard on those units that I need. It may be a bit late, but hey, I dont regret finishing my original course at all. It is somewhat my fall back if I don't survive in med school (which I hope not!). I'm proud of myself finishing that degree with ehemFlyingColorsehem, but yeah, if your heart's really not in it, you don't stop till you get it. And I know I'm meant for med school. The thought gives me this kind of euphoria that I've never felt before, (though close to when you fell in love haha!) and it is just amazing. I may sacrifice extra 2 years of my life but I know it is all worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So people ask me why all of a sudden med school is now my thing. It is really my original plan. To shift to psych so that I could use it as my pre-med. But I messed up, I didn't have the guts to leave, I didn't have the confidence that I could do it. It just came later, and now here I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2 years. 2 more years and med school will be welcoming me with its warm loving arms. haha! I hope I could survive this. I'll do whatever it takes to make it to my target school. Then after 4 or 5 years, I'm done. Whatever happens, and if God permits, I'll be a doctor before the next decade comes. :D&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/19995890-5059863559548907546?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/5059863559548907546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=5059863559548907546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/5059863559548907546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/5059863559548907546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2010/06/now-i-feel-so-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-4057979680249888271</id><published>2010-06-19T13:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T13:23:44.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got a new goal -- hello MEDSCHOOL! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-4057979680249888271?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/4057979680249888271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=4057979680249888271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/4057979680249888271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/4057979680249888271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2010/06/got-new-goal-hello-medschool-d.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-749557405149150604</id><published>2010-02-09T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T20:28:45.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>joke. I'm back. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay. So I was a fail for not blogging since 2010's first day. Ugh. I've been too busy with school, especially now that we're working on our thesis. I'm thinking about what I should put on this blog. I remember the time when I was really into blogging, I could write about anything. Now, this is usually what happens: I come up with something to write about, I say I'll blog about it later, then I forget it once I log on to...facebook. Haha. But now, I really really really want to blog again. I don't care if no one reads my posts, I'll just go on posting. Haha. Now I think I'll blog about all my travels during my four years in college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I travel a lot, because obviously my major is Tourism. But actually, in UP, Tourism is a management course. Out of all the OCLAs (out of the classroom learning activity) that we had, I think only about 3 required us to join the trip. Most of our trips are in Luzon because it's cheap and travel is fast. Because of these trips I learned the technique on how to pack light. Haha! I also learned the art of sleeping throughout the whole bus ride, plus how to place your butt strategically on the bus seat so you'd be comfortable. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So there. I'll start with my first trip: Binondo, Manila. :)&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/19995890-749557405149150604?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/749557405149150604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=749557405149150604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/749557405149150604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/749557405149150604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-im-back-d.html' title='joke. I&apos;m back. :D'/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-1384393688134389629</id><published>2010-01-22T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T22:28:44.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>resolution fail</title><content type='html'>okay! haha. I've been too busy. Im moving out of blogger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-1384393688134389629?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/1384393688134389629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=1384393688134389629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/1384393688134389629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/1384393688134389629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolution-fail.html' title='resolution fail'/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-3677015089878718312</id><published>2010-01-02T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T10:44:43.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year! :)</title><content type='html'>'course I wanna start the new year with a resolution. I'll post a blog everyday starting today, since I didn't have a proper interenet connection yesterday, which was January 1st.&lt;div&gt;But maybe I'll put a decent post later, iniisip ko pa kung anong ilalagay ko eh. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brb. I have some jologs-killing to do. Jejeje, I mean, HAHAHAHA!&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/19995890-3677015089878718312?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/3677015089878718312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=3677015089878718312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/3677015089878718312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/3677015089878718312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year! :)'/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-1480489082546752415</id><published>2009-12-09T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T12:58:53.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 seconds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Later I'll post my 2008 and 2009 update. Hehe. Exciting! Kaso, I have to go first at may practice pa kami para sa Friday. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Malapit na Christmas! Can you feel it? Haha. Ako I can. LOL. It's &lt;i&gt;gastos&lt;/i&gt; defined eh. At marami nang Christmas party and reunions na magaganap ulit. At, chenen, nandyan na ang mga inaanak ko! :D LOL. Nako may utang pa ko sa isang inaanak ko, di ako naka-attend nung binyag nya. Nakooooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh well. I have to go now. BRB. :)&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/19995890-1480489082546752415?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/1480489082546752415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=1480489082546752415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/1480489082546752415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/1480489082546752415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2009/12/3-seconds.html' title='3 seconds'/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-1204834318536528579</id><published>2009-12-08T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:03:11.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>notes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i just found out na some of my posts are too hard to read coz the fonts are too small. When I have the time, I'll resize it na lang. :) For the meantime, i-zoom nyo na lang na muna. haha. BRB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-1204834318536528579?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/1204834318536528579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=1204834318536528579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/1204834318536528579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/1204834318536528579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2009/12/notes.html' title='notes'/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-613378535063123205</id><published>2009-12-07T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:03:09.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guess who's back?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;wheee! hahaha :)) Ang saya. After tons of failed attempts and lots of clicking just to retrieve my password... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;IM BACK!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; *claps*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So much has changed for the past (almost) 3 years that this blog has been on hiatus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So mahaba-habang update itoooooooo! :) And since three looooong years nanahimik ito, I'll cut my updates into parts para naman hindi boring (at para hindi na rin ako mahirapan mag-type. haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Lemme start. March 23, 2007 yung last post ko. haha. Tour 102 pa yung subject na nira-rant ko. hahaha :)) Grabe. Samantalang ngayon, I'm just 5 more subjects shy from graduating. Wah! Nakakatuwa na nakakakaba. Haha. Grabe lang, nostalgic talaga pag binabasa ko blog ko. Oh wait. updates pala dapat ginagawa ko. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Oh well. That summer (April 2007), Nadine and I took our CWTS class in Marikina. For two weeks, all we did was to count the turnovers sa parking lot ng Marikina Public Market-- spell e-x-c-i-t-i-n-g., sarcastically speaking. Haha. Then after that, woohoo. Hello first college summer! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Second year was my chill year in college. Kaya ayun, pati grades ko chill din. Haha. May pasulpot-sulpot na uno, but still that didn't help since all my other grades were in the line of 2. Tume-tres pa nga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;*ehemSPANehem*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; So there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nothing special actually happened in 2007. Except that we (Donna, Alyssa, Nadine) applied for Ecotour, together with our batchmates (Rishy, Nestea (hindi pala namin batchmate ito pero whocares?! lol ), Andie, Toni, Mikha, Carla, Keena, Tats and Almira). Fun. Ito na ang pinakamasayang moment ng college life ko (that time). I admit, Ecotour somehow changed me. I dunno exactly how, pero I felt it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Kesow lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Pero ayun. I'm happy that despite some issues encountered, the B-atch stayed strong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;OH YEAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;eto pa ibang "highlights" ng 2007 ko:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;* I, uhm, turned 17. (which is, uhm, inevitable I must say)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;* took Tour 120 with Sir Lorenzo. FAVORITE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;* get-togethers with grade school friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;* oh. I though I spent Valentines in Baguio. Panagbenga was in January pala. It's not Valentines for me anyway, it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Single Awareness Day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(parang pinamukha pa sa mga singles no? haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;* naka-uno pala ko sa Malikhaing Pagsulat! LOL. haha. Pero ironically, ni-drop ko yung Creative Writing ko na subject. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;* naging prof ko si Mareng Winnie sa Econ 100.1. Haha. At sa aming batch ata yung ipod incident na kinukwento ng mga tao about her. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* may naging crush ako sa Fil40 subject ko. Kaso di na nya ko kilala. Pero ok lang. Hehe. Kaya naman pala hindi nya ako naging crush, kasi recently I found out na &lt;i&gt;pangit&lt;/i&gt; pala taste nya sa babae. So sigeeee. Tanggap ko na. hahahaha! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ayun. Sabi na boring 2007 ko eh. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2008 na! Heto na... heto na... heto na... waaaaah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*had to edit. laki pala ng font pag ni-publish. hahahaha*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-613378535063123205?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/613378535063123205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=613378535063123205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/613378535063123205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/613378535063123205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2009/12/guess-whos-back.html' title='guess who&apos;s back?'/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-8431151975029122230</id><published>2007-03-24T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T11:56:17.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tapos na ang sem...</title><content type='html'>bago ang ka-dramahan, eto muna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagising ako ng mga 7am kanina. ayoko pa nga sanang pumasok sa tour 102 dahil isang oras lang naman, tapos parang wala lang naman yung sasabihin ng prof ko. Kaso sabi ni alyssa baka daw kailangan sa test yung sasabihin ni sir. kaya pumasok na rin ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagmadali pa naman ako, yun pala, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;walang kwenta yung sasabihin niya!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sayang talaga oras ko. sana, mga 12 noon na lang ako pumunta ng school. gagawa kasi kami ng project ng group namin sa geog, yung presentation na ipe-present namin sa monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so 10 am tapos na agad yung tour 102. hindi naman ako makaalis ng ait dahil may 'pakain' ng lunch daw yung student council ng ait. so nag stay na lang ako sa library, hanggang 12. hindi ako makakain kasi sabi ng sabi si alyssa na sandali na lang. kaso, 1 pm na, wala pang lunch. kaya hindi na ako nakahintay. umalis na ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagtapos nun nagkita na kami ng mga ka group ko sa may AS. pumunta na rin kami ng UP computer center para mejo libre ang internet pag may laptop. hehe. first time ko ngang pumunta dun eh, kaya mejo nagtitingin tingin lang ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natapos na rin naman namin yung pag research (hindi yung project mismo ha) tungkol dun sa topic namin. mga 4pm na yon. hindi na nga ako sanay na umuwi ng ganung oras. idagdag mo pa na nagugutom na ako!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero hindi pa rin ako naka uwi. dumiretso ako ng &lt;strong&gt;the block&lt;/strong&gt; dahil sasamahan kong manood ng &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;imago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;chillitees&lt;/strong&gt; yung sis ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waah! ang galing talaga ng &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;imago!&lt;/span&gt; tsaka ang ganda ni aia! kaso hindi na ako nag enjoy nung chillitees na yung sumunod, kasi mejo boring na yung mga kanta nila. tas si kyla naman yung sumunod, kaya hindi na namin tinapos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya ngayon, hai... ang sakit ng katawan ko! ang sakit ng legs ko, bakit kaya? nakakainis na talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa wakas, tapos na ang socsci2 at geog1 exams ko!!! waaah! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IM SO HAPPY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakatuwa lang, kasi yung socsci2, inaral ko the night before. tapos yung geog 1 inaral ko &lt;strong&gt;2hours&lt;/strong&gt; before. kasi wala akong readings eh. in fairness, tungkol naman siya sa &lt;strong&gt;tourism and economic development&lt;/strong&gt;, kaya mejo nakasagot naman ako. hehe. &lt;strong&gt;happiness...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mabilis ko lang natapos yung test, tapos, kailangan ko pang lumabas agad kasi si paps nga nandun na sa labas, eh may klase pa yun ng 1pm kaya pinasa ko na yung paper ko. hindi na ako nakaisip ng maayos na joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagtapos ng test pumunta kami ng math bldg (alam kaya ni paps na nasa isang bldg lang kami ng mga oras na yun? hehe) para awayin yung prof ko sa math dati. joke lang! hehe. may tinanong lang kami sa prof namin, tapos ginawa na namin yung project ng tinuturuan ni alyssa. grabe, kung ako si alyssa, itutuktok ko sa ulo niya yung project niya! biruin mo, si alyssa pa ang pinapagawa, tapos kailangan kinabukasan meron na?! OA! demanding masyado. project mo ipapagawa sa tutor? swerte niya hindi ako ang tutor niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabay kaming umuwi ni paps, pero nauna ako dito sa bahay kasi umuwi muna siya. mga 5:30 na siya nakapunta dito, hanggang 11pm na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinagalitan tuloy ako ng nanay ko, kasi ang late late na nandito pa siya. pinapalayas ko na nga, hindi pa rin umuuwi. na-hook masyado sa gameboy. &lt;strong&gt;di bale paps, na save mo naman yung game mo eh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;may bago akong pinsan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yung bago kong pinsan: si venice ___ (nakalimutan ko yung 2nd name eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome to the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;napapansin nyo siguro na palagi kong nababanggit si &lt;strong&gt;paps&lt;/strong&gt; dito sa mga entries ko. kasi madalas nga kaming magka-usap ngayong sem. tsaka sa mga nagtatanong, hindi lang si paps ang madalas kong mabanggit, si &lt;strong&gt;alyssa&lt;/strong&gt; din! tsaka sila &lt;strong&gt;rachelle &lt;/strong&gt;at &lt;strong&gt;regina&lt;/strong&gt;! kaya please, yung mga nag iisip jan.. &lt;strong&gt;kayo ha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsaka sa mga nagtatanong kung si &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;chever&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;ba at si &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;paps&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;ay iisa... well, &lt;strong&gt;HINDI PO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basta, magkaiba sila. yun lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eto na...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ang madramang sem-ender ni tricia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos na ang sem. matutuwa ba ako? siguro. kasi tapos na yung mga mahihirap kong subjects. tapos na yung mahirap na subject na socsci2. tapos na rin siguro yung katamaran ko sa pag aaral. bagong buhay na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matutuwa ba ako? kung tapos na nga ang second sem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahit mahirap ang sem na to, ok lang. para sa akin, ito ang pinaka masayang sem. hindi dahil sa pa easy-easy lang ako, kundi dahil sa mga oras na kasama ko ang mga friends ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos na nga ang sem. tapos na ang mga mahihirap na subjects. wala nang subjects na may special na kailangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano na kaya ang mangyayari next sem? mauulit ba yung mga nangyari nung sem na 'to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;magkikita pa ba tayo ulit? makakapag-usap? magkakasabay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tapos na ang sem...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hindi na niya ako kailangan...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoo! ang drama mo tricia!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-8431151975029122230?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/8431151975029122230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=8431151975029122230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/8431151975029122230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/8431151975029122230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2007/03/tapos-na-ang-sem.html' title='tapos na ang sem...'/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-6210881368459775713</id><published>2007-03-20T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T14:42:44.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nakakainis na parang ewan.. hai..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;naiinis ako. hindi ko alam kung bakit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bat nga kaya no? nababaliw nanaman siguro ako.. hala na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;pumunta pala kami ni alyssa (friend!) sa &lt;strong&gt;CMC&lt;/strong&gt; (college of mass communication) &lt;strong&gt;Library&lt;/strong&gt; para maghanap nung para sa PanPil17 nya. Nakakatuwa yung library, kasi malamig, air-conditioned kasi. Hindi katulad nung sa &lt;strong&gt;CAL&lt;/strong&gt; (college of arts and letters) na electric fan lang.&lt;br /&gt;Daming books! (natural, library kaya yun!) Puro tungkol sa television, na interested naman ako. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nung papunta pala kami sa CMC, dumaan kami sa lagoon. siyempre, ano bang mae-expect mong makita sa lagoon, eh di mga couples &lt;strong&gt;na &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nagcho-chorvahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! haha! grabe talaga, parang hindi sila nahihiya na magpakita sa lahat, eh ang daming tao na dumadaan dun, tsaka mga tumatambay (hindi lahat ng nasa lagoon ay may partner). at, papunta pa lang yun!&lt;br /&gt;pagbalik namin, aba, ibang couple naman! at eto, &lt;strong&gt;kiss to the max&lt;/strong&gt; na sila! siyempre habang naglalakad kami, pa-tingin-tingin kami, kasi siyempre, &lt;strong&gt;nacu-curious&lt;/strong&gt; din kami ni alyssa no! haha! tapos nung tapos na sila, tsaka lang namin nakita na hindi pala taga-UP yung dalawa. Taga ibang school, pero hindi namin alam kung saan, kasi hindi namin kilala yung uniform eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! bumalik kaya kami ni alyssa dun ulit?! wahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;anyway, pagkatapos nun, bumalik kami ni alyssa sa &lt;strong&gt;AS&lt;/strong&gt; (palma hall). Magkikita kasi kami ni &lt;strong&gt;paps&lt;/strong&gt; sa AS kasi sabay na kaming uuwi, pupunta kasi siya sa bahay kasi gagawa ng project. Nung papunta na kami sa meeting place namin, si alyssa, &lt;strong&gt;kinikilig&lt;/strong&gt;! haha! bakit? kasi nakita namin yung crush niya na friend din niya! hahaha! pero nung unang daan namin, hindi pa kami masyadong sure kung yun nga yung si &lt;strong&gt;****,&lt;/strong&gt; kaya dinaanan lang namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isa lang ang masasabi ko nun kay paps, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OOPS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; haha! na late kasi ako eh. 2:30 ang usapan, mga 2:45 na kami nakarating ni alyssa! hehe. senxa na paps! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayun. nung pabalik na kami ni alyssa at kasama na namin si paps, na sure na niya na si **** na nga yun. aba, friend, ang haba ng hair mo!! hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ay hindi, friend, ang haba ng hair naten!!! wahaha!!!! whoosh, hanggang vigan, san ka pa?! hahahahahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;so, nagpunta na nga dito si paps kanina, kaso, parang hindi siya naka-concentrate ng maayos, kasi sandali lang siya dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayun nga, gumawa lang siya nang konti, tas kwento ng konti. pagkatapos, hala, feeling hopeless na si paps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paps! kaya mo yan! don't lose hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling kasi niya baka hindi daw niya matapos ngayong gabi, kasi tingin ko ang hirap nga talaga. sa itsura pa lang ni paps, mukhang mahirap talaga yang &lt;strong&gt;CS11 &lt;/strong&gt;na yan. Ang dami-daming dapat gawin, grabe! buti na lang, walang ganyan sa tourism. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basta paps, kayang-kaya yan! mina-mani lang dapat yang CS11 na yan! go, aja! *pray pray*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e paps, &lt;strong&gt;bakit nga ang aga mong umalis? na-distract ka ba kay SHAKIRA?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayan, tuloy na tuloy na ang test sa &lt;strong&gt;SOCSCI2 &lt;/strong&gt;at &lt;strong&gt;GEOG1&lt;/strong&gt;. at sa &lt;strong&gt;TOUR102&lt;/strong&gt;. waah!! di bale, pagkatapos nito, sa March 26 na lang ang pasok ko, finals sa &lt;strong&gt;tour 113&lt;/strong&gt; at presentation sa &lt;strong&gt;geog1&lt;/strong&gt;. waaah!! Lord, help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todo na talaga to mga friends, eto na talaga ang final bout. wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aral na sa wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o, share ko sa inyo ang to-do list ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* &lt;/strong&gt;gawa ng kwento for &lt;strong&gt;MPs10&lt;/strong&gt;(malikhaing pagsulat). minimum 100 words, 500 words max. (&lt;strong&gt;tonight&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;* gawa ng script for &lt;strong&gt;geog1&lt;/strong&gt;. kailangang lumabas ang &lt;strong&gt;kabadingan&lt;/strong&gt; sa aking script! (&lt;strong&gt;tomorrow night&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;*study for socsci2,geog1 and tour102 exams. (&lt;strong&gt;wednesday, whole day yan!&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;*concept map para sa geog1. paper sa tour113 about sa trip sa binondo. (&lt;strong&gt;sa saturday&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;*attend ng isa pang trip ni carlos celdran, quiapo siguro. (&lt;strong&gt;wednesday next week&lt;/strong&gt;) sana masaya ulit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayan. hindi naman pala siya masyadong marami. pero kung iisipin mo, matrabaho pa rin eh, diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;para kay alyssa, dahil alam kong siya lang ang makakaintindi nitong next kong ilalagay (pero siyempre is-share ko na rin sa inyo, malay nyo, ma gets nyo, diba?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hopeless na talaga friend. ewan ko ha, pero parang wala na talagang pag-asa. suko na talaga tayo kapatid! tsaka alam mo friend, parang nung nakita ko siya, parang walang ching! walang spark. hindi kaya sign na yun? diba?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tsaka lam mo, feeling ko nao-obvious-an na siya. hehe. feeling ko ang obvious ko eh. hehe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahapon talagang na feel ko, &lt;em&gt;ay, parang gusto kong lumipat sa &lt;strong&gt;bs psych &lt;/strong&gt;ha..&lt;/em&gt; kaso nung tinignan ko yung mga subjects, hala, pamatay! 5 units, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;9 or 7&lt;/u&gt; hours &lt;/strong&gt;a week! grabe! kamusta naman yun diba? siyempre, ako naman, ayokong pinahihirapan ang sarili ko, kaya, i dropped the idea na lang. wag nang mag-shift! haha! tsaka ang taas ng cut-off grade. Dapat college scholar ka. Grabe talaga!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MISKOL&lt;/strong&gt; ng &lt;strong&gt;craeons&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ang favorite song ko ngayon. bakit kaya? hehe. wala lang. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ay.. na promise ko na nga pala na hindi ko na ulit babanggitin yang tungkol sa &lt;strong&gt;chever&lt;/strong&gt; na yan. stop na ko jan! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;hai.. ano kayang grade ko ngayong sem? sana naman mas mataas kesa last sem. tsaka sana naman, pasado ako sa tour 102. tagilid kasi yung reporting namin dun eh, hindi man lang kami binigyan ng chance! ang sama diba? hindi naman namin talaga kasalanan yun! inassume lang namin na ganun nga kasi siya naman ang may sabi. pero, cmon, ang tagal na nun, kaya ayun, bawi na lang sa finals!!&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. next time na lang. uumpisahan ko pa yung kwento ko sa MPs10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be right back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-6210881368459775713?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/6210881368459775713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=6210881368459775713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/6210881368459775713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/6210881368459775713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2007/03/nakakainis-na-parang-ewan-hai.html' title='nakakainis na parang ewan.. hai..'/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-5056929947281834337</id><published>2007-03-18T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T20:22:44.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pang-ilan na ba 'to??</title><content type='html'>sinisigurado ko sa inyo, mahaba tong post na ito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iku-kuwento ko ang mga nangyari, nangyayari at mangyayari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before anything else, gusto ko munang magsabi ng SORRY sa mga nag-e-expect ng mga posts mula sa akin. Im not that busy, pero hindi ako nakakapag-update. bakit nga ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matagal po kasing mag-load ang blogger. nakakainis. tsaka kailangan pang mag-google account. &lt;strong&gt;binili ba ng Google ang Blogger? o part na siya nito noon pa?&lt;/strong&gt; tanong lang naman..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, eto totoo na talaga to. &lt;strong&gt;I PROMISE &lt;/strong&gt;magu-update na ako ng madalas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. yung totoong post na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagfield trip kami sa baguio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaha! ang saya, kasi first time kong makapunta dun. First time kong makapunta sa Session Road, SM Baguio at kung saan saan pa. First time kong &lt;u&gt;muntik&lt;/u&gt;  mawala sa isang foreign place. Hahaha! Si Donna kasi eh! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, masaya talaga kasi nakapag-bonding kami ng mga classmates namin sa Tour 113, tsaka ang mas nagpapasaya pa dun, &lt;strong&gt;WALA KAMING PAPER TUNGKOL SA BAGUIO TRIP NAMIN!&lt;/strong&gt; wahaha! I LOVE YOU PROF ORTIZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dahil sosyal na ako, may &lt;strong&gt;hell week&lt;/strong&gt; na rin ako.&lt;br /&gt;at next week na yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;monday next week&lt;/strong&gt;: may klase pa ako sa lahat ng subjects ko, samantalang ang iba e wala nang class sa mga GE nila. hai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tuesday next week&lt;/strong&gt;: ganun din. may klase pa rin ako. puno pa rin. magpapasa pa ako ng kwento para sa MPs10 ko. di bale, last na to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wednesday next week&lt;/strong&gt;: no classes. todo na to. aral na para sa test sa &lt;strong&gt;geog, socsci2 &lt;/strong&gt;at&lt;strong&gt; tour 102.&lt;/strong&gt; todo aral na talaga to. &lt;strong&gt;im dead serious&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thursday next week&lt;/strong&gt;: test sa socsci2 at geog1. no classes na sa tour 113. salamat naman, may 1 hour 30 mins ako para mag-aral. nalihis pa rin sa schedule ni paps! kamusta naman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday next week&lt;/strong&gt;: test naman sa tour 102. finals na actually. kailangan galingan. x2 ang grade namin dito dahil nabura yung record namin sa laptop ni tony (ung prof namin), so times two ang score ko sa finals. dapat galingan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually hell week na rin last week. pero ayos pa naman dahil pinasaya naman ako nila bhest at paps. tinulungan pa ako ni paps sa project ko na journal for soc sci 2. haha! thanks talaga paps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naghahanap ako ng mga friends ko dati sa friendster.&lt;br /&gt;sana naman no, mahanap ko sila. bat ba nila binabago yung name nila? bakit hindi na lang sila mag stick sa totoong pangalan nila? huhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero ayos lang, kahit yung friend ko nung grade 1 ako nahanap ko pa. yehey! si nestlie pala yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;musta na pala yung hell week ko last week? (sorry ito lang talaga yung naaalala ko)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;monday&lt;/strong&gt;: hai.. ganun pa rin. socsci2, tour 113, geog 1. uwi na. hhaaii... pero dumating si paps nung mga bandang 4pm. gumawa kasi siya ng project nya for CS11. ayun. kwentuhan kami nila bhest. tungkol sa mga kung ano-ano. ganun lang pero ang happiness talaga! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;: wala kaming tour 102 kasi wala yung mga reporters. so MPs10 lang ang klase ko. Magpapasa lang ng kwento na maximum of 100 words. 10 am na nga yung klase ko, na late pa ako! hai naman! tapos hindi ko alam magwo-workshop pala, so dapat napa-photocopy ko yung kwento na ginawa ko. bumaba pa tuloy ako ulit. imagine, umakyat ako ng &lt;strong&gt;4th&lt;/strong&gt; floor, bumaba, tas umakyat ulit! haggard na talaga! pero ayos lang ulit, kasi after nun nagkita kami nila regina at rachelle. haha! at namiss talaga namin ang isa't isa! pano ba naman, talagang sinulit namin ang kwentuhan! tapos hinatid pa namin sa math bldg si regina. dapat hanggang 11:30 am lang ako sa UP, nakauwi ako ng mga 2pm. bad tricia! haha! buti na lang hindi ako pinagalitan ni mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;: no classes. ano bang ginawa ko? ah, yung project ko sa socsci2. inumpisahan ko siya ng umaga, kasi si paps nagpromise na tutulungan niya akong gawin yun. Hapon na nga nung dumating si paps, ang sama kasi ng ugali nun, ayaw mag-reply sa text ko. Pero dumating naman siya, tsaka tinulungan niya talaga ako. &lt;strong&gt;thanks paps!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thursday&lt;/strong&gt;: pinasa ko yung project sa socsci2. ayos naman! waah! malapit na yung third long exam! nag-class kami sa tour 113, tas nag meeting kami ng mga ka-group ko sa geog 1 about sa presentation namin. hai. sana matapos namin yun &lt;strong&gt;teleserye &lt;/strong&gt;namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday&lt;/strong&gt;: tour 102. nagreport yung 2nd to the last na group, tas nalaman ko na &lt;strong&gt;wala palang MPs10!&lt;/strong&gt; ibig sabihin hanggang 10 am lang ako! naman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell week ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nahihiya talaga ako sa ibang UP students. nahihiya na naiinggit. kasi naman, parang sobrang aga ng uwi ko palagi. tapos parang sila, nagco-complain na sobrang puyat dahil sa schoolwork, walang time na manood ng tv, puro review sa mga subjects. parang ako, wala lang. bahala na. may test? bukas na ko magbabasa. tapos sobra pa ako manood ng tv. hai. &lt;strong&gt;magbago ka na tricia!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gusto ko ring mapuyat! matulog ng 3-4 am dahil sa pag-aaral! mahilo sa dami ng tests! para naman ma-feel ko na taga-UP talaga ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lumipat na kaya ako ng psych?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;magre-removal ba ako o magre-retake?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;musta kaya ang summer ko? matuloy kaya ang reunion namin ng mga elem friends ko?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;abangan..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops! hindi pa tapos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inatako pala ako ng depression two weeks ago. kasi, wala lang. bakit ba kasi kailangang problemahin yang si &lt;strong&gt;chever?&lt;/strong&gt; nga pala, si chever ay bagong "crush" ko. special siya kasi.. basta! special siya kasi mejo close kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos nagsinungaling pa kami sa prof ko. siguro, nasobrahan ako kaya ayun, na-sad talaga ako. napaiyak pa ako talaga.&lt;br /&gt;si paps sana yung pagsasabihan ko ng problem, kaso yung loko hindi ba naman mag-reply sa text ko. tapos kinabukasan, magtatanong kung bakit ako sad?! musta naman, kung kelan hindi na ako masyadong malungkot, tsaka siya magtatanong. ayun tuloy, tungkol na kay &lt;strong&gt;chever &lt;/strong&gt;yung nai kwento ko sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waha!may nakakatawa pala tungkol kay &lt;strong&gt;paps &lt;/strong&gt;at &lt;strong&gt;chever. &lt;/strong&gt;haha! kami lang nila rachelle at regina ang nakakaalam! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sikreto yun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano pa ba gusto kong sabihin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a! may &lt;strong&gt;PBB season 2 &lt;/strong&gt;na! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway (ayan nanaman ako sa tv addiction ko) sige it-try ko na talaga mag-aral ng mabuti. umpisahan na bukas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo nga pala..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAGONG SKIN PARA SA BAGONG BUHAY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-5056929947281834337?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/5056929947281834337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=5056929947281834337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/5056929947281834337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/5056929947281834337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2007/03/pang-ilan-na-ba-to.html' title='pang-ilan na ba &apos;to??'/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-5701848219506893442</id><published>2007-03-18T08:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T09:00:41.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>depression sucks.. two weeks lang 'tong post na to.</title><content type='html'>hai.. kainis tong blogger ha! kailangan pang mag google account! kainis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, para sa inyo, nag google account na ako. labs ko kayo eh! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kamusta naman ako?&lt;br /&gt;kahapon depressed. as in. feeling ko ang sama sama na ng ugali ko. kaya itinulog ko na lang. ayun pag gising ko mejo masaya na ako. hehe, kulang lang siguro ako sa tulog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngayon naman.. broken hearted yung &lt;strong&gt;friend&lt;/strong&gt; ko! huhuhuhu...&lt;br /&gt;kainis. ang kulit kulit, depress-depressan pa. naiinis daw siya sa sarili niya. kasi naman, biruin mo, hindi pa nagsisimula, umatras na siya. wala pang nangyayari, sumuko na siya. wala pa siyang nasasabi, umayaw na siya. kung ako yun, ang sakit siguro sa loob.. huhu..&lt;br /&gt;pano ba naman, di ba, kung alam mo na na wala ring mangyayari, wag na lang ituloy. eh haller, alam kong hindi naman siya manhid para hindi maramdaman na parang kapatid lang ang tingin nung guy sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;ang mali lang niya, sumuko siya nang walang kalaban-laban. hindi niya sinabi, basta napagdecide-an niya na, wag na lang, give up na. walang mangyayari, lalo lang siyang mahu-hurt. kung ngayon nga lang hindi namamanhid na yung feelings nya dahil sa hurt, makaya pa kaya niya pag pinatagal pa niya? di ba? o advice naman para sa &lt;strong&gt;friend&lt;/strong&gt; ko peepz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayan. tungkol naman sa guy. bakit nga ba niya yun nagustuhan?&lt;br /&gt;ewan ko nga dun. marami naman siyang crush na iba, pero pagdating dun sa guy na yun, iba eh. iba talaga. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bat kaya alam na alam ko? hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~ o eto na lang. lines sa magagandang songs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i let you go i want to say i love you&lt;br /&gt;i hope that youre listening coz its true..&lt;br /&gt;                        -before i let you go, freestyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakainis mang isipin nagmumukha na pala akong tanga&lt;br /&gt;para maniwala at umasa sa aking mga hakahaka&lt;br /&gt;na ikaw ay may nararamdaman din para sa akin&lt;br /&gt;sa bawat oras ng pagtawag mo nang walang dahilan&lt;br /&gt; isang miskol mo lang, ako’y nabubuhay sa isang pangarap&lt;br /&gt;kahit simple lang....&lt;br /&gt;-          miskol, craeons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive tried to tell you so many times this feelings of mine&lt;br /&gt;but its not that easy letting you know how i love you so&lt;br /&gt;-          we belong, toni g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;senti mode!&lt;br /&gt;note: one week lang tong post na ito dito. ide-delete ko for some reasons. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sana mabasa ni chever 'to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-5701848219506893442?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/5701848219506893442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=5701848219506893442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/5701848219506893442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/5701848219506893442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2007/03/depression-sucks-two-weeks-lang-tong.html' title='depression sucks.. two weeks lang &apos;tong post na to.'/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-117077287569175463</id><published>2007-02-06T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T22:41:15.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;random chorvas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i can't open my friendster account!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;since our computer is infected daw with the trojan horse virus (don't freak out!), some internet programs can't be opened. Also, some pictures can't be seen, just tabs with an x in the middle. craps. the only websites that i can browse are the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Soompi.com- it gives me the daily dose of korean entertainment gossips... also the forums are fun to read. i frequent yoon eun hye, joo ji hoon and goong threads. (di halatang fan eh 'no?). anyway it's a whole  of fun talaga, reading news about eun hye and seeing SOME of her old and new pics (some because of the faulty of our computer).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Blogger. though it took me ages to open the site yesterday, still, im here!!! update update!! hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-multipy accounts of some people. not all people. just ziella's and kc concepcion's accounts. (yes ziella iba na ang ka-level!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- yoon eun hye's blog. korean characters. yun lang. but still, the pica are great. she's really pretty talaga, especially without makeup. and her dog's too cute!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;still im frustrated with friendster. i can't open it!! im in total need of surveys!! huhu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i borrowed a book from Asian Center. Myongdo's Korean. see? im sooo desperate in learning the language! sobra talaga! kaso nga lang, hindi ko ma-practice kasi wala akong ka-practice. kainis to the nth level!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im studying korean every wednesday, with the help of UP Arirang (which im planning to join on the first sem of my second year of my college life (para cute!)).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kwento about the first meeting:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Ate Jessie (Jessi unni) taught us hangul, or the korean alphabet. i learned how to read it way back in my high school days, because of my obsession in koreanovelas. Learning how to read and write is totally a plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she, along with HwaYoung unni, who teaches pronounciation, taught us how to introduce ourselves in korean, and some useful phrases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alyssa, Nadine, Regina and I were present in the previous meeting. Like me, Alyssa also wants to learn korean so much. Hai.. i hope we'll learn it soon, because were planning to teach some korean students some english for some money next sem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tomorrow is a wednesday! yipeeyay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pics pics pics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cool pics from my friends! but, i can't post it. too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;GOONG S. (Prince Hours)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wow! a sequel to Goong (princess hours)? no. it's not related, though the story is &lt;u&gt;somewhat&lt;/u&gt; close to the original. This time it is not about a princess but a long-lost prince. I watched the first episode on youtube, but the next episodes were deleted as for copyright purposes. Sayang talaga!! Wish i could tell my Poppa to get an MBC pack from SkyCable, but i think he's still mad (tampo lang pala) because of me dropping my creative writing subject. Hai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Antagal ng princess hours! Kainis talaga! sobrang late na kasi, kaya eto, nagb-blog una ako habang naghiintay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;--segway lang. hehe.. tagal talaga eh..charing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;field trip sa Binondo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;si Carlos Celdran ang nag-tour sa amin. He's great, and he's not boring. Di katulad nung ibang tour guides pag field trips nung high school, nakaka-antok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First time kong sumakay sa kalesa. Wowee!! hehe. it's soooo fun!! grabe! ang cute nung kabayo kahit mejo may amoy. harhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eto pa. We went around the streets of Binondo while in a kalesa. Residential pala yung area so many of the residents went outside their houses to wave at us (the whole tour group was in about 17 kalesas). Some even thought we were foreigners! Some thought we were balikbayans! I think they were disappointed when they found out that were not, and we're just students taking a tour. Hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;princess hours na!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, next time na lang ulit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;current watch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Spring Waltz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Dalja's Spring- KBSWorld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Super Rookie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Save the Last Dance for Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--wag nyo nang itanong kung pano ko tinatapos lahat yan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;current fave songs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* irreplaceable- beyonce knowles (to the left to the left!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* if we fall in love- yeng and rj (princess hours fever.. so if we fall in love..yun na. IF. IF!! hanggang if na lang talaga ako..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Perhaps Love- howl and J (sarangigayo geudae nawagatamyeon shijagingayo..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Pagibig na Kaya- christian and rachelle ann (literal translation ng Perhaps love.. pag ibig na kaya?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;current faves:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* joo ji hoon- yoon eun hye loveteam. Princess Hours attack! hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* starbucks mocha frapp.. love it love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* agent x44. funny!! super! hahahahahahahahahaha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* toki. i seldom ride the ikot this sem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Bread Pan toasted bread. hehe. wala lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Cosmopolitan perfume, zenzest. bango. perfume ko na siya for almost 5 months. hehe. hindi nagbabago ang amoy ko!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Princess Hours. enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* yoon eun hye's dog. so adorable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* the man in the vineyard. oh man seuk.. well.. yoon eun hye rocks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* wednesday. such a great day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* KBSWorld. sooo love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Sponge/KBSWorld. so informative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kau.. anong curent favorites nyo??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*ching!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-117077287569175463?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/117077287569175463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=117077287569175463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/117077287569175463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/117077287569175463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2007/02/random-chorvas.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-116935066571125390</id><published>2007-01-22T03:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T11:37:46.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mahabang pahinga...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hello!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dahil sobrang in demand ang mga posts ko, eto na!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;san ba ko mag uumpisa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;same christmas.  simba sa church, dinner, open ng gifts. un lang, pareparehas lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at ang isa pang parehas-- malamig pa rin ang aking pasko. ano ba yan!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the good thing is, some of my cousins from the states came to the Philippines to celebrate Christmas the filipino way. syempre, iba ang feeling pag sa states diba? anyway, si ate lyn at ramil (na super cute) ang dumating. masaya din kasi may reunion ang family namin 2 days before christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mejo malaki-laki rin ang nakuha kong money ngayong christmas, pero pinambili ko lang ng gifts.. hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wedding ni tita riah at tito victor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wow. ang ganda. grabe. ang ganda nung venue (fernwood), tas ang ganda ng songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wish ko lang ganun din ang wedding ko, pero hello? tagal pa kaya nun. siguro mga 15 years pa. hehe.. bawal mag-plano, mamaya hindi matuloy. hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nagpunta si vonn dito kahapon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gagawa kasi siya ng project nya sa cs11 (na according sa kanya ay sobrang masakit sa ulo, nakita ko naman kahapon habang gumagawa siya). ayun, kaso sa sobrang hirap, 10 pm na hindi pa niya tapos. sana nga matapos nya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dumating siya kahapon ng mga 2 pm, tas nag umpisa na siya. imagine, 8 hrs! ay hindi pala, may break pala, meryenda tsaka dinner. tsaka snack. hehe. so mga 5 hrs nyang ginawa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;alyssa: hindi ako makakuha ng matinong pic nya. ang kulit kasi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ayun, feel at home pa nga sa bahay eh, tapos tawa naman ng tawa yung mga sis ko kasi ginagaya niya si gus abelgas.. yung sa soco (&lt;strong&gt;reg kung nandito ka matutuwa ka!&lt;/strong&gt;) hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ayun, hindi na nga nya natapos kasi gabi na, tinext na nga siya ng nanay niya na umuwi na siya, kaya ayun, umuwi na nga siya. circles?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;id-drop ko na ang cw10 ko. natatambakan na ako ng isusulat! tsaka ang hirap talaga. parang ang dami kasing requirement, tapos yung mga comments pamatay. so goodbye cw10!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tapos na pala yung long test namin sa socsci2. akala ko hindi ko kakayanin yun, kasi mahirap nga daw, pero ok naman yung kinalabasan ng test. one point na lang, nasa top ten na!!! i hate myself! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;princess hours!! ah! ang ganda ganda ganda ganda ganda talaga nun! grabe! sobra! favorite ko na yun ngayon, tsaka si yoon eun hye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;namamakyaw nga pala kami ni reg ng mga koreanovelas sa circle c! haha! masaya naman eh, pinipilit kong tapusin yung save the last dance for me, princess hours (ulit), at vineyard men. hirap pagsabay-sabayin ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tsaka hirap pa pag nakikisabay si ping, kaya sa ps2 na lang ako nanonood. hindi ko nga ituturo sa kanila kung pano paganahin ang dvd dun para ako lang ang nakakaalam! hahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kulang pa? sorry.. busy lang talaga, sobra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-116935066571125390?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/116935066571125390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=116935066571125390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/116935066571125390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/116935066571125390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2007/01/mahabang-pahinga.html' title='mahabang pahinga...'/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-116193319304289425</id><published>2006-10-27T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T15:13:13.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bagong layout!!! wahaha! may livejournal account na rin ako!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://callachuchi.livejournal.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://callachuchi.livejournal.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;visit&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;isang oras akong naghanap ng layout, sana nga simple lang, kaso tinatamad na ako (at natatakot na rin-later na kwento about that).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kung kelan friday, tsaka nasira ang araw ko. kakagising ko pa lang, wala pang 5 mins. sobrang babaw ng reason, but still, nainis ako. why? ganito yun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;may chocolate na bigay yung lola ko. sabi namin dapat kagabi namin yun kakainin, kaso tulog si tin, kaya bukas na lang, para lahat kami share. tapos pag tingin ko kanina nakain na nila yun, 4 na lang yung natira. kamusta naman? who wouldn't feel bad, eh ako yung nag suggest na bukas na lang kainin para lahat kami makakain! sabi ni mama, sige kainin mo na lang yan. but i refused, coz "&lt;strong&gt;i dont eat leftovers."&lt;/strong&gt; nakakainis talaga. &lt;strong&gt;unfair&lt;/strong&gt;. and you know what else is unfair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- kapag mag uutos si mama, ako ang papalabasin. why? kasi ayaw nilang lumabas. so, ako na ang uutusan sa labas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- (eto nanaman! inuutusan na naman ako) ituloy ang ano? no. i won't do it. ako ang nag iinternet, i'll do what i want to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- laging ako ang gumagawa ng mga bagay na dapat gawin. dahil ako ang unang tinatamaan ng konsensiya. kaya ayun, ako na lang lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- bawal ako mag complain. they tell me na im the one who really should be doing it because im the panganay. eh ano? kung ang lahat ng panganay ganyan, eh di naging tamad na ang mga sumunod pa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hai, ang sama talaga ng loob ko. gusto ko itext si papa, magsusumbong sana ako. kaso wala naman akong pang load. hindi ako maka hingi, kasi masama pa ang loob ko. know what? hindi pa ako nags-smile buong araw. tricia ikaw ba yan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mamaya na yung nakakatakot na experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-116193319304289425?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/116193319304289425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=116193319304289425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/116193319304289425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/116193319304289425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/10/bagong-layout-wahaha-may-livejournal.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-116169952909421087</id><published>2006-10-24T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T22:18:49.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so. how was my day today? the usual. boooring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i flipped through some magazines and there's something that caught my eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a watch costs &lt;strong&gt;P1.25 million pesos&lt;/strong&gt;. A million-peso watch. San mo naman gagamitin yun, diba? you won't be going to a party telling everyone "hey my watch is worth over a million!". i just don't understand why some people love buying super expensive things. well, for me, we all have to be practical. There are some other worth that million your using to buy those watches. Sana binigay mo na lang sa kin. Nagamit mo na yung pera, nakatulong ka pa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yung magazine nga pala, it's for those high-society people. How they live their life partying. I have nothing against them ha. im just expressing my thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ah! regina's blog! visit nyo guys! &gt; uberglucklich.blogspot.com. it's nice! hehe.. coz i have my picture on one of the posts.. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, who is regina?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she's my friend. one of my very few (read: 2) bestfriends. she is my favorite seatmate, and she's more like a sister to me. She may be sarcastic sometimes, but after spending my whole high school with her i got used to it. we could talk about anything under the sun. and, boy-hunting is more fun with her and rachelle around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;regina, sobra sobra na yan ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, i still have to thank her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my thank yous:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- thanks sa libre mo sa my first ever UAAP game. i really enjoyed it! And the dinner after. thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- thanks sa libre mo. yun. dahil lagi kang nanlilibre, para sakin you are one of my angels. naks, napangiti sya.. may pangil naman. hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- lastly, thanks for sharing your thoughts with me. and thanks for letting me share mine with you. for me, my friendship with you is the best in the whole wide universe! hehe. Love you. mwah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;know what, i so wanted to post some pics here, but since it's taking my computer centuries before it can produce a beautiful posted picture, i drop the idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;however, if you all want to see my face, just look me up in friendster. here's the add: &lt;a href="mailto:trexiepie_37@yahoo.com"&gt;trexiepie_37@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;. my face would pop out once you find it. im holding a pose with a peace sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't know what to say next. so, till here na lang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-116169952909421087?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/116169952909421087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=116169952909421087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/116169952909421087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/116169952909421087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/10/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-116161717216289749</id><published>2006-10-23T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T23:26:12.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ready ka na bang magbasa ng mahabang post?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kung buhay ang blog ko, inupakan na niya ako. tinuktok sa ulo, hinila papunta sa computer at pinagsulat. erase that last part, pinag type. pinagtype ng mga bagay na nangyayari sa akin. pinag type dahil nakita niyang wala akong ginagawa, nagco-complain na bored na, tapos hindi ko pa siya naisip. pero hindi naman siya buhay, thank god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;heto ang detalye ng mga pangyayari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ang exam sa math 11.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there is nothing worse than taking your finals in math 11 &lt;strong&gt;unprepared&lt;/strong&gt;. im lying. im a &lt;u&gt;bit&lt;/u&gt; prepared. my 3rd long exam was the worst exam i ever took, getting a grade below 50. yes. &lt;strong&gt;way below 50&lt;/strong&gt;. still didn't see it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;way below 50&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that'll do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how, you ask me, did that happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i studied actually. i studied sooo much. nag practice ako ng inverse functions (math wizards, please, let me be) &lt;strong&gt;buong&lt;/strong&gt; gabi. as in. nag memorize din ako ng mga formulas. on the day of the exam i felt that something is going to happen. and something did happen. &lt;strong&gt;first time kong na blangko sa exam&lt;/strong&gt;. akala ko blangko na yung dati, hindi pala. yun pala ang totoong blangko. imagine, 2 mins before the exam memorized ko na yung formula ng finite arithmetic at geometric progressions, tapos pagpasok ko sa room at nagsimulang mag sagot, nakalimutan ko? nag derive pa ako, hindi ko naman ginamit dahil alam kong mali. Pero bakit kailangang sa math pa? kung saan pa tagilid ang standing ko. kung ano pa yung favorite subject ko &lt;em&gt;dati&lt;/em&gt;. bakit kamo? hindi sana ako tatagilid dun kung hindi ako nahawa sa sakit dati ni vonn na &lt;strong&gt;carelessness&lt;/strong&gt;. nasa akin na siya ngayon. kaya ayan, tagilid ako. &lt;strong&gt;sobra&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and so, kailangan ko ng sky high na grade para pumasa sa math11. (math wizards, alam kong math 11 lang yan pero sana malaman nyo na hindi ko buhay ito, kaya hindi ko masyadong pinagtutuunan ng pansin, though im putting a whole lot of effort on it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on to the finals..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maaga akong pumasok para makapag-review. nasa lib ako kasama si donna, nagpapaturo. though may kaunti akong naintindihan, feeling ko kulang pa rin yun para maabot ang &lt;strong&gt;sky high&lt;/strong&gt; na yun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at dumating ang oras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nakasagot ako, oo, pero &lt;strong&gt;hindi nga sapat&lt;/strong&gt;. masakit mang tanggapin, sana kahit kwatro (4 yan math wizards) man lang ang makuha ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pero alam nyo ba kung anong ikinakasama ng loob ko? &lt;strong&gt;sinabi ni rachelle na nag send ng email ang prof namin sa mga nakakuha ng 5 sa klase niya sa math 60, at ngayon wala siyang email sa amin kung pumasa kami o hindi na mga estudyante niya sa math 11. e pano kung 4 ako? kelan ang removal exam? alam niya na kailangan ng matinding pag aaral para dun, bakit hindi pa niya sabihin kung kailan para makapaghanda naman ako? &lt;em&gt;life is indeed unfair&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;speaking of unfair, that CRS is driving me nuts. after the first run, 1 lang ang ge ko. majors, isa lang. hindi nakakatuwa yung isa pang major. priority ang freshies? sinong niloko nila. kaya binago ko. one thing that made me happy, though, was the fact that i got saguin's geog1, which means may uno na ako (assuming?) at kaklase ko si regina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after the second run, wala pa rin. ganun pa rin. so now im waiting for the results of the third run of that pre enlistment thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;plano ko rin pala mag tennis. sana. kaso, may conflict ang sched sa kaisa-isang major na sure ko. so, goodbye tennis, hello &lt;strong&gt;folk dance&lt;/strong&gt;. yes, folk dance. sad to say, wala akong nagawa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after nga pala ng math 11 finals, nagpunta sila donna and alyssa dito sa house. nagkainan kami, tapos nagkantahan. haha. wag nyo nang itanong kung anong score namin. kung nagbabasa ka ng harry potter, ang score namin ay T. harhar. ok na, pansamantala naming kinalimutan ang sampal ng math11. although sakin, it was more like a suntok rather than a sampal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ang corny ng Crazy for You. Drama ni Toni Gonzaga at Luis Manzano. Toni's acting is ok, but Luis, well, swerte na lang siya artista ang parents niya. He's a good host, but I think acting's not for him. and so is singing. anyway, hindi ko na siya pinapanood dahil ang story niya ay katulad lang ng mga usual Koreanovelas. Nagpanggap, pero minahal pa rin. E bat kami? nagpapakatotoo, pero walang nagmamahal? okay, meron naman. nagmamahal, kapamilya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eto ang sa tingin ko ang pinakamasaya (kahit hindi masyado) ngayong sembreak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pumasok kami ng ateneo&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes, ateneo. kami ni regina. para ano? para &lt;strong&gt;manlalake&lt;/strong&gt;. pero hindi para makipagkilala sa mga boys dun.  no, we wouldn't dare. hehe. seriously, pumunta kami dun dahil sinamahn ko si regina na hanapin si Chris Tiu. yun nga lang, &lt;strong&gt;no id no entry&lt;/strong&gt; siya. may guard pa sa entrance. So how did we get in? bago yun, naisip ko na baka pwede namin isabit yung id namin ng UP na pabaligtad, kaso baka halata. so, i used some charm and a bit of brains. sabi namin magi-inquire kami about the ACET. And the guard let us in without even thinking na tapos na ang kuhanan ng forms for ACET. tinuro pa niya kung saan ang bldg na kukuhanan ng forms. and so, we're in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hinananap din naman namin yung bldg, kahit inabot kami ng almost 1 hr para makita yun. ok naman yung bldgs, of course those bldgs are a lot better than the bldgs in peyups, but still, i remain loyal to my school. I saw a cute guy, though i didn't dare look at him again. mahirap mag boy-hunting kapag finals season, so we decided na babalik na lang kami, with a car, so we won't have to face that guard again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nga pala, hindi namin nahanap si Chris Tiu, but at least, we saw his bldg, and we got inside the cafeteria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hai.. ano pa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;may bagong gadgets ang aking mga sisters. yes, sila lang. ako, wala. bagong cellphone sa dalawang babae, isang gameboy sa batang babae. and i remain with my beloved 3200. did i complain? no. did i feel bad? no. why? because i have my brand new cellphone somewhere in france. hehe. na kay papa pa. kelan mapapasakamay ko? ewan. pero at least, it's mine. dapat sa december pa, but i think sa december pa talaga siya darating dito. ok lang, it's worth the wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i already saw my grades. yipeeyey! hehe.. not bad, not bad. i passed, thank you lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1.25 in social dance? yes, because i chachaed my butt to 1.25. hehe.. i practiced that latin cross (?) over and over again the night before the chachacha finals. and samba is on the same day. i did bad in samba, forgetting all those steps, that kartajaka (?) wherein you slide one foot to the direction of the heel and toe again and again. and my butt won't sway the way i wanted it to sway! good thing i did that fan and alemana (?), a chachacha step, with ease. perfect 1! haha!! joke. i think i got 1.25 on chachacha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we all got 1 in jive and swing because of that social dance contest (nakwento ko na ba yun?). tango finals, well, okay lang. a few steps and then we're done. but really, i'll miss that class. masaya siya, kahit walang break ang two hours na klase. i love the way we all danced, me and my classmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so after 16 years of existence, im still boy-less. we, my friends and i, are not flirts. we only think of men as a way of enjoying ourselves, but we don't really put into action what we plan to do, and that is, to take advantage of the guys that we like after we get them drunk. &lt;strong&gt;no, we will definitely not do that&lt;/strong&gt;. we just want to fantasize about our dreamboys, but we always get back to reality. I, for example, solemnly swear that after this sembreak I'll totally cross boys out of my priority list, leaving studies and tv in it, together with some of the usuals, like family, god, and self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;may nakalimutan pa ba ako?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yes. the unfair part. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so why is life so unfair?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- my sisters are allowed to go to their schools battle of the bands this december, while I, in my 4 years of stay in QueSci have not seen any of those, because i was not allowed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- during their field trip last year, they were allowed to swim (just because they asked for permission when they are already wet), while I, have to look for other things to be busy about everytime our batch drops by a resort for the annual swim after every field trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first year&lt;/strong&gt;: i had to take pictures of my classmates enjoying themselves in one of Subic's beaches. I got wet, but only because Dana was kind enough to splash some water on me. Oh, and I lost P150 on the shore. Look for it. I think it's still buried somewhere along the coastline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;second year&lt;/strong&gt;. i had the time of my life going around the resort somewhere in Nueva Ecija just to get even the slightest reception so I could watch Meteor Garden in Regina's portable tv. but since we're in North, the reception I got was from Baguio. So, instead of feeling bad about not having the chance to watch Dao Ming Si and Shan Cai, I released my anger singing in the karaoke. F4 songs. Oh baby, baby, baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;third year&lt;/strong&gt;. i can't remember anything about swimming. i only remember the monkeys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fourth year&lt;/strong&gt; karaoke. again. this time i didn't even look at the pool. Ziella and I, together with some of our friends, and guess who, Banday (she only sang one song, Crazy for You,  thank goodness), had the time of our lives singing in the karaoke at Island Cove. Though I think the karaoke machine is overpriced ( ten pesos per song!), the experience is worth it. Oh, and Jenin's swimsuit really caught the attention of those who dare look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- i can't go out this sembreak. im stuck at home. I don't have any money, so it goes without saying that im not allowed to go out. however, i can still beg for some moolah to get my fone loaded, so that i can text my kabarkads while they were having the time of their lives, just to get updated on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- oh no. not lovelife. it is unfair. &lt;strong&gt;so unfair&lt;/strong&gt;. enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-studies. you know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i got this really cool message from my friend donna:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;they said "Love is just around the corner.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then I must be walking in circles."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, i must be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-116161717216289749?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/116161717216289749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=116161717216289749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/116161717216289749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/116161717216289749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/10/ready-ka-na-bang-magbasa-ng-mahabang.html' title='ready ka na bang magbasa ng mahabang post?'/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-115901274557716662</id><published>2006-09-24T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T19:59:05.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>buhay na ulit blog ko!!!!</title><content type='html'>grabe, huli akong nag post dito may my girl pa. at magpo-post ako ulit dahil may my girl na naman!!! hahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bago ang mga chika, eto muna ang mga nangyari sa more than one month kong hindi pagpopost:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- isang PE pgkatapos kong magka-bulutong, nalaman ko na iba na pala ang ka-partner ko sa social dance. Ok sana, kaso may competition pala! Kaya todo practice na kami.&lt;br /&gt;- na excuse ako sa mga subjects na na absent-an ko nung mag hell week ako dahil sa chickenpox. saya!&lt;br /&gt;- nakanood ako ng cheering competition ng UAAP, at sa unang pagkakataon naranasan kong mag cheer para sa sarili kong school. kahit nasa bahay lang ako. hindi dahil sa may sakit ako kung hindi dahil sa &lt;strong&gt;sobrang paos ako&lt;/strong&gt; kaya useless lang ang mag cheer sa araneta nang wala kang boses.&lt;br /&gt;- nasubukan ko nang mag sit in sa Math 60 nila rachelle, and i must say, &lt;strong&gt;nakakahilo talaga ang sin, cos, tan, cot at csc.&lt;/strong&gt; alam nyo na kung ano yang mga yan. proving pa ang napili kong topic na pag sit-in-an.&lt;br /&gt;- nasubukan ko ring mag sit in sa Bio 1. kahit may bio 1 na ako. wala lang. hindi naman dahil bio 1 sya kaya gusto kong mag sit in dun. basta. secret. bawal akong pilitin. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;- nag crs ako. at ilang beses ko nang pinalitan yung mga subjects dun. &lt;strong&gt;kailangan kong makuha ang geog ni saguin!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nag finals na kami sa &lt;strong&gt;Kas 1. &lt;/strong&gt;at katulad ng inaasahan, mind boggling ang mga questions. eto nga sagutin nyo, bonus question namin:&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;"saan ka pupunta? (10 pts)"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     sa tingin ko, ok naman ang sagot ko. siguro. sana. wish.&lt;br /&gt;at ang pang finale:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nagkaroon kami ng competition sa social dance. sa totoo lang, pakiramdam ko practice lang yun, kasi hindi naman namin sineryoso ni kuya nico yung contest. parang practice lang talaga. mas masaya yung bago mag contest, kasi maaga kaming pumunta dun sa venue. ang masaklap, nung practice na 30 mins bago yung contest, &lt;strong&gt;naapakan ako ng heels ng isa sa mga kaklase ko&lt;/strong&gt;. ok na sana, kaso namaga! kaya habang sumasayaw ako kumikirot siya! hindi kinaya ng &lt;strong&gt;mind over matter!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; huhu... at hanggang ngayon naka-bandage pa rin ang maganda kong paa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero, sa lahat lahat, ok lang naman.. mejo masaya dahil may ibinunga yung social dance na yan. *smile*  hindi ko talaga mapigilang ngumiti pag naiisip ko kung ano yung ibinunga..  *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;ok, enough of the chorva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may bago ako kinababaliwan ngayon! &lt;strong&gt;IT STARTED WITH A KISS!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, yung chinovela sa ABS tuwing weekends. haay... michael jiang, ang cute mo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kung si &lt;strong&gt;julian seol (&lt;em&gt;Lee Dong Wook&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;  ay gwapo at anak ng diyos, si &lt;strong&gt;michael jiang (&lt;em&gt;joe zheng/ zheng yuan chang (?)&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/strong&gt;naman ay soooobrang cute, lalo na pag nang-iinis. hahaha!!! adeeekk... kung ico-compare ko sila, ang masasabi ko lang:&lt;br /&gt;    -mas matangkad si michael kesa kay julian. si julian ay 180 cm, samantalang si michael ay 188 cm. kailangan ko na talaga ng cherifer!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;    - mas maganda ang ngipin ni julian kesa kay michael. may mejo mali sa lineup ng ngipin ni michael, pero ok lang, pareho naman silang cute.&lt;br /&gt;    - sa totoong buhay, seryosong tao si julian, samantalang si michael ay palabiro. sa mga NG (no good) scenes nila, &lt;strong&gt;grabe&lt;/strong&gt; tumawa si michael!!!! grabe, as in nakakatakot yung tawa niya, parang wala nang bukas kung tumawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero all in all, &lt;strong&gt;pareho ko silang love!!!! hahaha!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last na..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; buhay na ulit ang text life ko!! ilang araw na akong laging unli. aba, bagong buhay!!&lt;br /&gt;at naka text ko nga pala si jay kanina.. binabawi ko na yung sinabi kong suplado siya, kasi pinansin naman niya ko nung contest sa social dance. pero siya pa rin ang sisisihin ko sa pagkaka-injure ko, kasi siya yung nagsabi sa akin na mag social dance na lang.  joke! peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manonood pala kami ng finals ng UAAP bukas! hehe. para kay regina:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO ATENEO!! GO CHRIS TIU!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.. bayad yan. kung hindi dahil diyan, hindi ako makakanood ng game ng libre, kaya thanks reg!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hawak kamay, di kita iiwan sa paglakbay dito sa mundong walang katiyakan. hawak kamay, di kita bibitawan sa paglalakbay sa mundo ng kawalan...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-115901274557716662?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/115901274557716662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=115901274557716662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/115901274557716662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/115901274557716662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/09/buhay-na-ulit-blog-ko.html' title='buhay na ulit blog ko!!!!'/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-115622059293103131</id><published>2006-08-22T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T12:23:12.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nang magka-chickenpox si tricia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;tama ang basa mo sa title nito..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;1 week ago, naranasan ko ang pinaka masamang sakit sa buong history ng pagkakasakit ko. dapat talaga ang title nito ay "BULUTONG IS KETONG", kaso para sa kapakanan ng mga kumakain habang nag-iinternet, wag na lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;nagsimula ito noong wednesday, Aug 9. Nakakita ako ng maliit na pantal, tapos sabi ng mama ko kagat daw ng lamok. Habang nanonood ako ng &lt;strong&gt;my girl&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;wala&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;kinagabihan, habang nanonood ulit ako ng &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;girl&lt;/strong&gt;, napansin ko na nasa leeg ko na &lt;em&gt;sila&lt;/em&gt;, meaning, marami na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;kaya friday, hindi na ako pumasok. hanggang kahapon, monday, Aug. 21 (obvious ba? holiday kaya!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;ayaw ako lapitan ng mga tao sa bahay na never pa nagkabulutong (naiinis talaga ako sa word na yan, nakakabulol naman yung chickenpox, nakakatamad pa i spell)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;sa kama ko ako kumakain, at bilang ganti sa kabaitan na ipinapakita nila sa akin, kinuha ko yung tv sa kwarto nila. at nilagay ko sa harap ng kama ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;mahirap magka ********. &lt;naiinis&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;ang laki nung gamot na iniinom ko. isipin mo yung 25 cents na coin, lakihan mo pa ng konti, ganun kalaki ang nilululon ko araw araw, 3 times a day. sabayan mo pa ng cefalexin na pagkalunok ko e gusto ko ulit iluwa. blech. ang pinaka-kaibigan ko lang sa lahat ng gamot e yung cnaasjf.. anu nga ba yon? a basta. anti-itch yun eh. pampigil sa mga kamay ko na kamutin lahat ng buluts. pero habang hindi pa ako pwedeng uminom ng gamot anti-itch, nag wiggle-wiggle na lang ako. makati eh! hindi naman pwedeng kamutin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;24 hrs bukas ang tv &lt;em&gt;ko&lt;/em&gt;. ay hindi, minus pala yung mga oras na natutulog ako. natatakot ako kasi kapapanood ko lang ng sukob, kaya naka sleep palagi yung tv para mamatay siya mag-isa (parang ang sama nun ha?) lagi ako nanonood ng Hamtaro (close na nga kami eh!) tsaka si Prince Mackaroo (yes yes!) [trivia: pinalitan na ng care bears ang prince mackaroo simula kahapon. bwiset!] naaaliw pa ako kasi tuwing babae yung character boses ni jasmine ng my girl yung naririnig ko (parehas ng dubber)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;speaking of &lt;strong&gt;my girl&lt;/strong&gt;.. waaahhh!!! matatapos na siya!! huhuhu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;di bale, lagi naman kitang kapiling lee dong wook...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, ngayon ay magaling na ako. proof? nasa up main lib ako. gagawa kasi ako ng concept paper..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;eto muna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;babush! *ching!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;julian ailabyuuuu!!!!!!! mwah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-115622059293103131?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/115622059293103131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=115622059293103131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/115622059293103131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/115622059293103131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/08/nang-magka-chickenpox-si-tricia.html' title='nang magka-chickenpox si tricia'/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-115479455215139334</id><published>2006-08-05T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T00:15:52.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hay sa wakas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hay sa wakas! nakapag-update na rin ako!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pambihira, ang tagal nun ha! teka.. ano bang sasabihin ko?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nag-test na kami sa math11, at &lt;strong&gt;baka mapilitan akong i-drop ang subject na yun&lt;/strong&gt;. kasi naman! ang hirap nung test.. baka maghanap na lang ako ng mas matinong teacher. baka i-summer ko na lang yun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;baka lang naman..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at oi, mga magagaling jan sa math, wag nyong sabihing math11 &lt;strong&gt;lang&lt;/strong&gt; yun. kahit math11 &lt;strong&gt;lang&lt;/strong&gt; yun, iba pa rin yung teacher namin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ano pa ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hai, hanggang ngaun kasi puno pa rin ang isip ko ng thoughts of &lt;strong&gt;lee dong wook&lt;/strong&gt;..hai, grabe talaga.. bakit ganun, bakit kailangang koreano ka pa? di mo tuloy maiintindihan ang mga pinagsasasabi ko tungkol sayo. baka pag nabasa mo to, ma inlove ka pa sakin.. hehe.. joke lang.. fantasy lang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mahirap talaga alisin sa isip ang ama ng mga magiging anak ko.. hai..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, back to reality..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anu pa ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hai, ang dami kong nami-miss na tao..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ziella&lt;/strong&gt;- or anna g.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;sorry, nasanay talaga ako. grabe nami miss na kita!!! hanggang text na lang tau. sana next time magkita-kita na tayo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nadine&lt;/strong&gt;- nakakamiss ang ka-cute-an mo!! sana din kitakits tau nila anna g.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cza&lt;/strong&gt;-waah!! kala ko makikita na kita palagi sa college, kaso hindi pala. sana rin magkita-kits tau!! oi, aalis na sa pascual si sir de roda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vonn&lt;/strong&gt;- ui, tinupad mo yung sinabi mo ha! &lt;strong&gt;ansama mo!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; kala mo lang.. nagbibiro lang ako nun!!!!!!!!!!!! huhu.. &lt;strong&gt;sama mo&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hai... ansama sama talaga ng loob ko. pero.. wala lang. hai, nababangag na naman ako..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha!! ang saya nung last wednesday! kasi kahit nabangag ako sa social dance (salamat nga pala sa aking partner na si kenneth, napakagaling mo sumayaw kuya!) nakapaglaro kami ng pusoy dos sa as!!! kasama pa sila anna k, regina at, tantananan! si rachelle! at ang pinakamasayang part, nung may &lt;strong&gt;nag-rally&lt;/strong&gt; sa &lt;strong&gt;tapat mismo&lt;/strong&gt; ng as, habang tumitira ako. parang ganito yun eh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rallyista&lt;/strong&gt;: mga iskolar ng bayan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ako&lt;/strong&gt;: o, full house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rallyista&lt;/strong&gt;: kayo ang pagasa namin, ang pag asa ng bayan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anna k&lt;/strong&gt;: ui, singles, hindi par&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ako&lt;/strong&gt;: ai talo na ko!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kamusta naman!! hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tapos last friday naman, nagpunta sa math bldg si regina! haha! dun pa lang happy na ko, pero dumating pa si daben, at kasama niya si anna k!! happiness times two!!! at.. ang pang huli, si rachelle!!! happiness times three!! at nag pusoy dos kami! happiness to the highest level!!!!!! hehe.. adik?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;juliaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannn!!!!!!aylabyuuuuuuu!!!! mwah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;alam nyo ba, may &lt;strong&gt;sobrang super grabeng gwapo&lt;/strong&gt; dun sa math bldg.. waahh!!! nakasabay ko siya dati sa toki (crush at first sight?!) at kakakita ko lang sa kanya last tuesday!!! (hormone rage) hahahahahahaha!!!! kaya kahit hindi suspended ang classes nung friday (inis!!) natuwa pa rin ako, dahil kay toki-boy. hihihi..^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hai, sa jeep talaga, may mga hindi inaasahang pasahero.. at katabi. ^_^    &lt;/strong&gt;swerte ko. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway ulet, dumating na tatay ko!! yehey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pero, hindi pa nya ako mahahatid papasok sa school, kasi nag expire yung lisensya nya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nga pala, dapat gumagawa ako ng concept papaer ngaun ha, anong ginagawa ko? nagb-blog. kamusta naman!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;naku, kailangan ko palang matutong gumala sa up mag isa, kung hindi magiging dependent ako sa mga friends ko, lagi akong magpapasama pag may pupuntahan ako. nakakahiya na kay annak, (siyempre gets) kasi lagi akong nagpapasama sa kanya. waahh!! nilalamon na ko ng lupa tuwing nagpapasama ako sa kanya.. hindi ko naman siya masamahan, kasi siyempre &lt;u&gt;ganun&lt;/u&gt;. (alam mo na yan!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah yeah yeah.. ayan, satisfied na ba ang mga readers? mahaba na to ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;babush! *ching!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-115479455215139334?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/115479455215139334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=115479455215139334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/115479455215139334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/115479455215139334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/08/hay-sa-wakas.html' title='hay sa wakas!!!'/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-115373613835882115</id><published>2006-07-24T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T18:15:38.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nagbabalik!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;hello!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;mga people, sorry kung matagal akong hindi naka-update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;sobrang busy po ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;busy sa paghahanda sa first exam namin sa math11. alam nyo po kasi, miyembro po ng &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Power Rangers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; sa math department ang teacher namin. sa katunayan, siya daw po ang &lt;u&gt;pink power ranger&lt;/u&gt;. haha. ibig pong sabihin, malupet siya magpa test. at namimigay siya ng singko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, isa pang dahilan ng pagiging stagnant na halos ng blog ko, &lt;strong&gt;TINAPOS KO ANG MY GIRL&lt;/strong&gt;. at, hindi ako na disappoint. hehe. &lt;strong&gt;nakakakilig to the highest level!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; hahaha!! mahirap pigilin ang kilig pag nanonood ka ng my girl!!! haha!! &lt;kahit&gt; hahahahahaha!!!!! &lt;-sobrang hapi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, spoiler alert!! kung ayaw nyong malaman ang susunod na mangyayari, don't read this bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;makikipag break si julian kay anika, kaya magagalit si anika at mag gagawing masama (abangan nyo kung ano yun). basta napakasama. tapos dahil dun magagalit si lolo kay jasmine, at papaalisin ito. at after two years na paghahanap ni julian kay jasmine, makikita nya ito at tutugtog na ang kantang "reunited" &lt;-joke lang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;hehe.. masyadong putol yung kwento ko. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;as of now, nasa episode 11 pa lang. kaya matuwa kayo mga my girl fans, dahil hanggang episode 16 pa siya, at maraming mag-commercial ang abs-cbn. kaya asahan nyo na matagal nyo pang makakapiling sina jasmine at julian. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;oo nga pala no, nandito ngaun si Lee Dong Wook! hahah!!!! nandito siya para bisitahin ako ~_^.. hehe.. walang kokontra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lee Dong Wook sshi, sarangheyo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;hehe, nababangag ako ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;sige, next tym ulet, panonoorin ko pa yung episode 15 eh, tsaka 16 na rin. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-115373613835882115?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/115373613835882115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=115373613835882115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/115373613835882115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/115373613835882115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/07/nagbabalik.html' title='nagbabalik!!!!'/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-115245352666864415</id><published>2006-07-10T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T13:58:16.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paybpor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ayan.. ganyan na karami ang post ko dito. grabe ha! 48 years bago ako maka-create! anong problema mo blogger?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. hai.. ngaung araw na ito ang pinakamaigsing fone conversation namin ni vonn. 50 (?) mins.. di pa umabot ng 1 hr.. shax..kasi dati umaabot kami ng 3 hrs. naman! dapat kagabi ako tatawag, [wait muna, linawin ko. kaya ako ang tumatawag kai vonn, kasi &lt;em&gt;nagtitipid&lt;/em&gt; sila. basta, alam nyo na yun. kaya magte-text xa: tawag ka dito, mai sabihn ako. parang ganun, yun lang.] ok im back. ayan nga. kaso, nag aalaga siya ng pamangkin, kaya mejo busy xa. e ako naman, siningit ko lang yung tawagan siya, kasi baka mag internet si ping, hindi nanaman ako makatawag. hai, boring talaga. kasi puro math. &lt;em&gt;he's still not over with his exams yesterday. &lt;/em&gt;hai naman. anyway, ok lang naman, kasi nung sinabi ko yung lagi kong opening line sa kanya, yung: &lt;strong&gt;o bakit? miss mo lang ako eh&lt;/strong&gt;. iba na sagot nya. kung dati hindi, ngayon, &lt;strong&gt;oo&lt;/strong&gt; na! hehe! success! harhar.. anyway, ayun, boring nga lang. but at least! uhm.. 7-8 days w/o communication? matagal din yun ha! puro miscol nga lang yung kuripot na yun eh! pero at least, nagtext na rin sya last last week. wala lang. share ko lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.. ano pa ba?? wala na eh.. ako nagbantay kay nanay, kasi mejo masama ang pakiramdam nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai! ang sarap ng apple at santol!! grabe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my! anna g tama ba ang nabasa ko sa LJ acct mo?? hala ka!! pag nabasa nya yan, lagot ka!!&lt;br /&gt;pero sa totoo lang, totoo ba? kasi parang eh, diba? haller, i mean, i get to see her, &lt;u&gt;them&lt;/u&gt; actually, everyday. and well, mas &lt;u&gt;ano&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;pa rin yung last summer. well, you know what i mean. mas maganda na silang tignan ngayon. pero lam mo yun, i could still feel the op-ness pag kasama ko sila. wala lang. hindi mo naman maaalis sa akin yun eh. heler?! mag usap ba naman tungkol sa sila-lang-ang-nakakaalam sa harap ko. well, hindi naman sa masama yun, nakaka op lang talaga. oh well, dats &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;anna g, ako naman ang lagot ngayon!!&lt;br /&gt;no offense!!!! di ko lang talaga masabi yan sa inyo. well sana, para wala nang usapan, &lt;em&gt;sana mabasa nyo to.&lt;/em&gt; or better yet, &lt;em&gt;sana &lt;u&gt;hindi&lt;/u&gt; nyo na mabasa ito&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;ever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kailangan habaan ko ang kasunod nito. kundi halata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bat ganyan? ang joketym ng counter ko? 4 online? weh?! maniwala.. 4 ang taong naglalagi sa blog ko? cmon, get real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wawawee.. nanalo ng best actress si lee da hae dahil sa kanyang pag ganap sa my girl. congrats. and i like your dress.. pretty. pramis. and the boots! wow.. what can i say? hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.. ito na pang babush ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;julianyorsogwapoilabyusomuchgrabe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayan na..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;babush *ching!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-115245352666864415?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/115245352666864415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=115245352666864415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/115245352666864415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/115245352666864415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/07/paybpor.html' title='paybpor'/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-115228391137287600</id><published>2006-07-08T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T22:55:30.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hello net and hello blogworld!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakapagod ang araw na itech. grabe! pagdating ko sa bahay, &lt;strong&gt;pagod na pagod ako&lt;/strong&gt;. feeling ko inakyat ko ang mt. everest. actually, parang mt everest talaga ang inaakyat ko every tuesdays and fridays. 4th floor ng AS, tapos 5th floor ng CAL. san ka pa? grabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakatuwa kaninang math11. pagkatapos kasi nun, diretso na kami ni joahna sa canteen para mag lunch. hinahanap niya yung "crush" nya dun na lagi naming nakakasabay mag-lunch. actually, pinagtatalunan namin kung anong yr na nya. sabi ko 3rd na, kasi matangkad. sabi naman nya 4th. sabi nya varsity daw, sabi ko hindi. anyway, kanina, nakasabay namin si kat. tapos crush nya rin pala yun. tawag pa nya "destiny". haha!!! sige, share lang kau jan. LAGOT KAU SA MGA BOYFRIEND NYO! MGA TAKSIL!!! BWAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, aun na, punta na ko sa class ko sa Kas1. kapagod!! 4th floor!! hai.. naman. maaga pa naman natapos kasi pinagawa lang kami ng essay: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;kung nabuhay ka nung panahon na unang dumating ang mga kastila, anong gagawin mo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ayun, hopefully, tama naman ang sagot. bigyan ko nga ng nganga ang gwapong kastila! hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagtapos ng Kas, bumaba na ako. kaso nga hindi ko makontak sila anna k, kaya aun, nilibot ko ang buong sunken, tapos pumasok ako sa lib ng CAL. wala lang, pampalipas oras. nagbasa ng kwento, ganun lang. magaganda yung nabasa kong kwento. grabe, pramis. hanapin nyo sa lib ng cal. mga indian short stories yun eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eng10. as usual, dinugo ilong ko. gusto ko talagang mag-sorry sa mga ka group ko. hindi ko talaga ma-gets yung lesson kanina, kaya aun, quiet lang ako. tska im not feeling well kanina. sorry talaga!! pramis, babawi talaga ako next tym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi ako pinayagan sa fresh to play concert ngaun sa may up. wala kasing susundo sa akin eh. sayang, pero kahit ako, half lang ng sarili ko ang gustong pumunta. di kasi ako mahilig dun eh. tsaka next tym na lang, pag may susundo na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pano nga pala pag manonood na ako ng shadows of the reef? waah!! kailangan ko ng kasama!!!! waaahhh!!! sinong may sched jan ng july21, 7pm???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sige na..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;babush *ching!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-115228391137287600?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/115228391137287600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=115228391137287600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/115228391137287600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/115228391137287600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-girl.html' title='My Girl'/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-115208280874825255</id><published>2006-07-05T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T15:00:08.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang pinakamaigsing araw ng buhay ko</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oo, ito na nga yun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nagising ako ng mga 5 am, at umalis ako ng bahay ng 6:10. nakarating ako ng up ng 6:45. (ang galing ko memorized ko pa) at &lt;strong&gt;umalis ako ng up ng 8 am&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;diretso uwi&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;san naman ako pupunta? sarado ang sm, at wala talaga akong hilig sa echos ng paglalakwatsa. kaya eto, nasa bahay na ako at nagne-net.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ano naman ang ginagawa ko dito sa bahay? &lt;strong&gt;wala. net to death. grabe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hay. kasi naman, wala pala kaming social dance. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;kung alam ko lang, sana hindi na lang ako pumasok.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pero meron daw kaming make-up class sa math11. kasi naman yung teacher namin, umabsent, kailangan tuloy ng m-up class. kaninang umaga, iniisip ko parin kung aatend nga ako. hindi naman kasi required. &lt;strong&gt;at hindi rin ako masyadong nakikinig.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;kamusta naman yon?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;habang nakasakay ako (kami pala) ng ikot, nagkikipag-debate na ako sa sarili ko kung aatend nga ako. at ang final decision nga: &lt;strong&gt;hindi. &lt;/strong&gt;ayun, so umuwi na ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hala, may rookie camp nga pala sa sunken! sayang hindi ako nakapunta. kaninang napadaan ako dun, sine-set up pa lang yung mga eklavoo dun eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hay boring. watch na nga lang ako ng my girl. ang ganda ng end ng episode 13!!!! waaaahhh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;julianilabyuberimachmwahmwahmwah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hehe.. wala lang. onting chorba lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nabobore na talaga akooo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wala si mama eh, pumunta sa skul nila tin. kaya eto, alone na naman ako dito sa haus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sige na, gawa pa pala ako ng autobiography ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;babush! *ching!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-115208280874825255?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/115208280874825255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=115208280874825255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/115208280874825255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/115208280874825255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/07/ang-pinakamaigsing-araw-ng-buhay-ko.html' title='ang pinakamaigsing araw ng buhay ko'/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-115201468767478083</id><published>2006-07-04T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T20:04:47.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kamusta naman ang mga tao sa world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at kamusta naman ang fone namin kahapon na walang outgoing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha.. ayun, kaya hindi ako nakapag-post kahapon.. hindi ko sinasadya yun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya eto, babawi na akech dito sa post na ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bago ang lahat- pang 50 na pala yung post ko kahapon. at almost 7 months na akong nagb-blog. wla lang, gusto ko lang sabihin. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngayon ay nagbago ako ulit ng skin. dahil ako ay hindi natutuwa sa kinalabasan ng napili kong skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, ano ba ang nangyari ngaung araw na itech?&lt;br /&gt;umalis ako ng bahay ng mga 7 am, kasi 8:30 ang pasok ko today. nung nandito ako sa bahay, mejo umaambon pa lang. ayoko naman gamitin yung payong ko, kasi nasira nung dumaan ako ng overpass galing AIT dahil sa lakas ng hangin. pagdating ko sa sm north, mejo wla nang ulan, pero madilim.  pero pagdating sa philcoa, hala! ang lakas ng ulan! kaya ayun, wala akong choice kung hindi mag-toki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kainis, naiinis ako sa sarili ko dahil hindi ko kinakausap ang mga katabi ko sa SocSci 1 at Kas 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, masaya naman, dahil natutuwa ako sa bago kong layout!! ahaha!!!! ang sayaaa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ayan, wala lang..^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sige, dahil naiinis na tong sisterloo ko dahil isang oras na daw ako dito, eto muna para sa ngayon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;saya sumakay ng toki papuntang math bldg! haha.. para kang sumakay ng rides! try nyo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kahapon pala, nakakuha kami nina rachelle at reg ng free gonuts, c2 at teazz sa fopc (?) booth. yun na yung merienda namin. pauwi na rin ako nun eh, pero sayang, libre naman kaya ok lang. sayang lang, hindi kami nakakuha ng free ice cream kasi nabusog kami sa donut. pero masaya naman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pano ko kukuha ng scholarship?? naiinis ako kasi hindi ako pwede! hindi ako qualified! grr...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sige, kain muna akech ng dinner at manonood pa ako ng my girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;julian aylabyuuletsobramwah!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;babush! *ching!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--saka ko na ie-edit yung july2 post ko, ang kulets ng sis ko eh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-115201468767478083?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/115201468767478083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=115201468767478083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/115201468767478083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/115201468767478083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/07/kamusta-naman-ang-mga-tao-sa-world-at.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-115184313130288583</id><published>2006-07-03T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T20:25:31.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hello net and hello blogworld!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;BAGONG LAYOUT!!!&lt;/u&gt; woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;haha.. na inspire kasi ako ni Jamie (sa links po!) bago kasi ang kanyang layout. which made me realize na &lt;em&gt;dapat&lt;/em&gt; na akong magpalit. ahaha. another case of me being an inggitera. ahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;anyway, on to my next kwento.. san na ba ko? ah. FIRST DAY HIGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;well, yung first &lt;u&gt;regular&lt;/u&gt; day ko sa peyups. regular talaga. 1 class lang. PE-SOCIAL DANCE. musta naman?! pumasok ako ng school para magsayaw. ok lang. nagusap kami nila regina na magkita-kita sa sunken ng 6:30 am.  (7 am ang time namin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-break muna: sa mga panahong ito, nahihilo-hilo na ako dahil nags-spray si mama ng insect killer. sana matapos ko tong post na ito na hindi nagpa-pass out. gudlak sakin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ok. im back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;6:30 sharp, dumating ako sa sunken. &lt;em&gt;as usual, wala pa sila&lt;/em&gt;. it's ok. i'll wait. pero hindi ko inexpect na darating sila ng 6:45. hindi ako natuwa! xempre! sinong matutuwa? 15 mins ako nakatunganga sa isang malaking field (i miss you quesci!) tapos sasakay pa kami ng jeep papuntang gym. at 10 mins din yon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ayan. so kami nina regina, anna k, daben at ako ay tinakbo ang sakayan ng ikot papuntang gym. at &lt;em&gt;obviously, late kami&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yung class, ok lang naman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;at ok lang din ang mga sumunod na class pagkatapos nun, hanggang ngayon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;change topic!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;maraming nagtatanong kung sino si "1 particular person". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;well, siya ay si..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;asa! ayoko nga sabihin! hehe. marami sila. kunyari lang yun. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nga pala, gusto nyo ba ng headband? hehe. wala lang, kasi nakita ko yung thread ni tita, kaya naisipan kong mag-gantsiylo. (tama ba?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;at nakita ko rin ang headband namin. at gumawa ako ng headband. hehe. so, &lt;u&gt;GUSTO NYO BA NG HEADBAND? TEN PESOS LANG (xempre may effort naman ako dun!) TAG NA LANG KAYO SAKIN.&lt;/u&gt; haha. hindi nga siya kasing ganda ng store-bought headbands, pero maganda rin naman. pramis! ok fine, bukas isusuot ko siya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;MAY RINGS DIN AKONG GINAWA! LIBRE NA PAG BUMILI KAYO SA AKIN NG HEADBAND!&lt;/u&gt; sad thing is, pink lang siya. pag may funds na, tsaka dadami ang colors. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;congrats nga pala pacman!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;waah! gusto kong bumili ng my girl na cd! magkano ba yun?! at saan ako pwedeng bumili? yung matino at yung may subtitle na english?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sige, kita kits! sana ok lang sa inyo yung layout!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HEADBAND TEN PESOS LANG!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-115184313130288583?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/115184313130288583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=115184313130288583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/115184313130288583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/115184313130288583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello-net-and-hello-blogworld-bagong.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-115172799056033424</id><published>2006-07-02T03:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T12:26:30.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;hello mga friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;musta naman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;note: mejo madrama ang post ko ngayon. pagpasensiyahan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oo, alam kong marami sa inyo ang masama ang loob sa akin. naramdaman ko yun. kasi &lt;strong&gt;walang nagta-tag&lt;/strong&gt;. para sa inyong lahat, isang malaking &lt;strong&gt;SORRY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;malaki ang pagkukulang ko sa inyo. oo, alam ko yun. medyo nasa adjustment period pa ako ngayon. parang meron pa rin akong first day jitters, di na ko iniwanan nito. kahit 3 lingo na akong pumapasok sa unibersidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--&gt; masyado bang tagalog? e drama nga eh! sige sige, para sa ikaliligaya nga mga conyo, taglish na. ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hehe. mejo windang nga ang byuti ko nung 1st day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kailangan naming pumunta sa up theater. ang ait kasi, kasama ng iba pang kaklase/kabarkada ko. sumakay kami ng ikot, pakana ni daben. sabi nya, yun daw ang mas mabilis, mas malapit. hindi ko naman alam kung saan yung up theater, alam kung lang kung anong itsura nya. so, sunod naman ako sa kanila. pagdating namin dun, kailangan pa naming lakarin. imagine, ibinaba kami sa &lt;em&gt;likod&lt;/em&gt; ng up theater! pagdating namin dun, nakita namin, dun nagbababa sa &lt;em&gt;harap&lt;/em&gt; ng upt ang &lt;strong&gt;toki&lt;/strong&gt;. naman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well anyway, pagdating namin dun, enjoy naman. kaya ok lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after nung orientation, may block orientation naman. it turned out well. actually, not so well. my plan actually was to be the first to spoeak up and start a conversation, but my old self was back. i just sat there, texting my friends: &lt;em&gt;san kau? sn tau mgki2ta?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sayang, nung bakasyon kasi i said to myself na i would be the &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; to approach my classmates/blockmates. but i failed (may bago ba?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yun muna. next time na yung tungkol sa mga klase ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;julian!!!! ang gwapo mo!! ilabyusobra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ai, oo nga pala. wala, happy lang ngayon. because of one particular person? hehe.. not really, actually, marami naman silang nagpapasaya sa akin ngayong college. ayun nga. basta. favorite day ko talaga ang wednesday. hmm.. teka, anong oras ba ako umalis ng bahay nung wednesday? hmm.. dapat ulitin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;babush! *ching!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-115172799056033424?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/115172799056033424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=115172799056033424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/115172799056033424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/115172799056033424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello-mga-friends-musta-naman-note.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-114922782728967262</id><published>2006-06-02T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T13:57:07.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;elow net and hello blogworld!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nandito nanaman ako para sa isan g super-update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eto po ang mga dahilan kung bakit hindi ako nakakapag-update ng madalas. &lt;strong&gt;babysitter&lt;/strong&gt; po ang drama ko ngayon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lagi kasing pumupunta yung mga pinsan ko dito, sila angel at aj, pati sila jc. kaya kami nagbabantay. masaya, pero nakakapagod. grabe. kaya next time na lang yung iba ok??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kita kits!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11 days to go bago ako bumalik sa mundo ng pag aaral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;babush! *ching!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-114922782728967262?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/114922782728967262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=114922782728967262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114922782728967262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114922782728967262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/06/elow-net-and-hello-blogworld-nandito.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-114878971704934070</id><published>2006-05-28T11:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T10:32:26.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;hello net and hello blogworld!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha.. update update!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~kamusta na ako?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eto.. humihinga pa naman.. mejo &lt;strong&gt;bored&lt;/strong&gt; na. pero, natural lang naman yun eh. ikaw ba naman ang ma-stuck sa bahay buong summer no! pero ok lang. hindi naman talaga ako lakwatsera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~bakit ko naisipan mag blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kasi, &lt;strong&gt;bored&lt;/strong&gt; ako. at tinatamad ako magsulat. may journal kasi ako dati. kaso nakakatamad magsulat, magulo tuloy. kaya pag binasa ko, hindi ko na maintindihan. muntik ko na ngang ipa-decode kay robert langdon eh. kaya ayun. nagblog na lang ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~anong ginagawa ko sa bahay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;marami din naman. utusan kasi ako. mejo. taga-hugas ako ng pinagkainan pag gabi. ako rin ang nagpapakain sa aso namin. ang pinaka enjoy kong gawin dito kapag nandito yung mga pinsan ko, namely: &lt;strong&gt;Angel&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;AJ&lt;/strong&gt; (as in angelina jolie, sis ni angel), &lt;strong&gt;JC &lt;/strong&gt;(as in juliana cassandra) at si &lt;strong&gt;Charm&lt;/strong&gt; (as in charm desiree). masaya kalaro sila angel, makulit kasi. pati si aj. tapos si jc madaldal naman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~recent updates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;naligo kami sa ulan. nag aya si pau, kaso nung una hindi sya pinayagan. kami munang magpipinsan ang naligo. (&lt;em&gt;parang nasabi ko na to dati ha?&lt;/em&gt;). eventually pinayagan na rin sila pau! yes! &lt;strong&gt;nekedz!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hehe.. pics lang.. nga aking mga kaibigan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/MuscaBorealis/thehoodstrikesback-moreofus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kami yan.. sa skul.. trip lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f307/MuscaBorealis/thehoodandi-wecallourselvesthehood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eto pa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;next time na lang yung iba!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;babush.. *ching!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-114878971704934070?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/114878971704934070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=114878971704934070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114878971704934070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114878971704934070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello-net-and-hello-blogworld-haha_27.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-114838707247658814</id><published>2006-05-24T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T20:24:32.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hay.. ang tagal kong hindi nakapag-update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;na miss nyo ba ang mga posts ko mga friends? hehe.. senxa na ha, kasi nawili ako sa sims2. isa pa, wala rin naman ako masyadong makwento, kasi nga hindi naman ako lumalabas ng bahay. hehe. &lt;strong&gt;boring nga.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kanina umulan dito sa amin. at dahil bumabalik kami sa pagkabata, naligo kami sa ulan. &lt;strong&gt;paki ko kung acid rain yon?&lt;/strong&gt; hindi naman siguro. hindi naman nasunog yung balat namin eh. ang saya. kasi nung huli naming ligo sa ulan, hindi kasama si tin. last week ata yun. kasi naman, ang aga maligo. ayan tuloy! hehe.. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ang saya namin kanina, kasi kasama namin yung bestfriends namin na sina &lt;strong&gt;paula at diane.&lt;/strong&gt; wow.. special mention! :) hehe. kaso nga, ang epal pa naman nung &lt;strong&gt;isa dun.&lt;/strong&gt; ayoko na i-mention kung sino yun. kasi hindi naman siya special. ang epal nung bakla na yun. kainis. ok lang, mga friends ko lang at sis ang nakakaalam kung sino yun. hehe. basta ang epal nya kanina. &lt;em&gt;epal counter:3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kailangan ko bang habaan tong post na to? ano pa iku-kwento ko??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hay.. wala na. kainis. wala akong komunikasyon sa mga kaibigan ko. &lt;strong&gt;HOY FRIENDS!! NAMI-MISS KO NA KAYO! KASO NAMAN, PAG TATAWAG AKO, MADALAS WALA KAYO! HINDI KO NAMAN KAYO MA TEXT DAHIL WALA AKONG LOAD. AT DI NAMAN KAYO NAGTE-TEXT. &lt;em&gt;CZA, SPECIAL MENTION KA DAHIL LAGI KANG NAGTE-TEXT SA AKIN. SALAMAT.&lt;/em&gt; AT SA IBA KO PANG FRIENDS, HELLO!! SENXA NA RIN DI AKO MAKATEXT O MAKATAWAG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whew! hinga muna ako *hinga hinga* ayan. ok na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;speakin of sims 2, nakakahilo xa. grabe. ang hirap iikot nung "camera" lalo na pag gusto mong 1 foot away sa tao mo. pero infernez, nakakatuwa sya. maganda at masaya laruin. yun nga lang, mejo mabagal kasi may "maid" dun, bumabagal pag may dumadating. hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sige, bukas na lang ulit. mas maraming kwento. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bukas na talaga, sa piling mo na eh. di na nga ako makanood ng bituing walang ningning ng maayos eh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oi, boto nyo si mikee! &lt;strong&gt;olalo! talo ka sakin! naligtas ng &lt;u&gt;mas&lt;/u&gt; mahiwaga kong votes si MIKEE!! haha! ano ka ngayon??!! hehe!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o sige, kahit wag na si mikee, si &lt;strong&gt;kim&lt;/strong&gt; na lang. go &lt;strong&gt;kim!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;babush! *ching!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-114838707247658814?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/114838707247658814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=114838707247658814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114838707247658814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114838707247658814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/05/hay.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-114743629862616007</id><published>2006-05-13T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T20:18:18.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kwarentaysingko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;ganyan na karami ang mga posts ko dito. wow, parang kelan lang, isa pa lang ang post na paulit-ulit kong binabasa, ngayon, 45 na! aba!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ahaha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nakapagpa-enroll na ako!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha!! buti naman.. grabe, kalokah talaga ang proseso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kanina nga, nawala pa kami. hindi kasi namin alam kung pano pumunta sa asian institute of tourism. kaya ayun, paikot-ikot kami sa up. muntik na nga naming baligtarin ng nanay ko (kasama yung taxi driver) yung mga damit namin, pero nang ma-realize namin na hindi lang marunong magbasa ng street signs yung driver, bumaba na lang kami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nagtanong kami sa isang guard, sinabi nya samin ang &lt;strong&gt;tunay&lt;/strong&gt; na kinalalagyan ng AIT. kaya ayun, pumunta na kami sa building sa kabilang planeta. pagdating namin dun, medyo marami nang estudyante. oo, &lt;strong&gt;marami&lt;/strong&gt;. akala ko dati, mga 15 lang kaming nag-tourism, yun pala, more than 30 kami. wow! hehe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;may nakausap din ako. ang pangalan nya, madonna. mabait sya. fact: sabi ng nanay nya sa nanay ko, tahimik at mahiyain daw si madonna, pero sa totoo lang, nung naguusap kami, siya ang nagsasalita. tagapakinig lang ang role ko. hehe.. pareho kami kasi, gustong ilabas ang galit sa mga teacher na unfair. pero mas malaki ang galit nya, kaya pinabayaan ko na siya maunang maglabas ng sama ng loob. mamaya, sa iba pa nya ilabas yun, hindi siya maintindihan. kaya ayun. pero natigil ang aming saya nang umpisahan na ang briefing. at matitigil na muna ang inyong saya dahil mamaya ko na itutuloy ito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wag ka na makulet! mamaya na ulet, tapos na yung gulong ng palad, sa piling mo na..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oo, nanonood ako ng sa piling mo. dahil gwapo si piolo. walang kokontra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-114743629862616007?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/114743629862616007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=114743629862616007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114743629862616007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114743629862616007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/05/kwarentaysingko-ganyan-na-karami-ang.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-114698004247484429</id><published>2006-05-08T04:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T13:34:02.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;hello blogworld!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;ayan.. tapos na ang eviction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ang na evict? si nina at bam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;naka survive si olyn! haha! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OLALO ANG LAKAS MO!!! NALIGTAS NG MAHIWAGA MONG TEXTS SI OLYN!! HAHA!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, unexpected nga ang paglabas ni bam. pero hindi ko na ie-explain yan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nakakatamad ang araw na ito.&lt;/strong&gt; naiinis ako, wala akong magawa. dapat ay ngayon ako aattend ng service nila vonn sa may up. pero dahil nga hindi ako pinayagan ng nanay ko, hindi ako makakapunta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sayang, sana yun na yung chance kong makalabas ng bahay kahit sandali. kaso naman, ayun nga, hindi ako pinayagan. hindi ako makakalabas. sunod na labas ko? &lt;strong&gt;sa enrollment na.&lt;/strong&gt; May 12 pa. tapos sunod yung sa &lt;strong&gt;fop&lt;/strong&gt; sa up sa May 13. tapos? wala na. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sa pasukan na&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. kaya naghahanda na naman akong maburo dito sa bahay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ang init ng panahon!!&lt;/strong&gt; nakakainis ang init!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gusto ko sana matulog dun sa kwarto, kaso ang init pa rin! hindi naman yun naka aircon, kaya sobrang init nung buga nung electric fan. kainis! pagkagising ko, pawis na pawis ako. maiinis lang ako matulog ulit kasi maalinsangan. sobra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oi jay, alam mo ba ang ibig sabihin ng mga salitang &lt;strong&gt;malignant &lt;/strong&gt;at&lt;strong&gt; sassy&lt;/strong&gt;? ganun mo ba ni-loathe ang elem days natin at ganun mo dinescribe ang friendship natin noon? ang sakit naman! grabe! pero sige.. dahil mabait ako at, sige na nga, ka-mu naman kita dati, palalagpasin ko yan. patatawarin muna kita. pero sa susunod, uupakan na talaga kita! susungalngalin ko talaga yang ilong mo at hindi ka na makikilala ng mga nagmamahal sa iyo! tandaan mo yan!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wala lang. gusto lang ilabas ang sama ng loob. pero sa totoo lang, hindi na talaga ako nagalit. nung una ko ngang nabasa yun, ok lang sakin eh. &lt;strong&gt;kasi hindi ko pa alam ibig sabihin ng malignant at sassy&lt;/strong&gt;. alam ko lang, tunog negative yung mga yun. kaya tinignan ko sa dictionary. at binasa ko ulet. at nasaktan ako. ang negative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;humanda ka sakin sa klase natin sa kasaysayan! haha! joke lang. pinatawad na kita kaya ok lang yun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hay.. ang ganda talaga ni son ye jin at song hye kyo! grabe! sana ma meet ko sila..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wala.. panawagan lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mga friends, naaalala nyo pa ba ako? tricia, tricia ang pangalan ko.tricia del rosario, yung kaklase nyo? schoolmate? wala kayong naaalala? sa quesci? sa pascual? wala talaga? ano? meron? talaga? naaalala mo ko? oo, ako nga yung makulit na madaldal! naaalala mo ko? ikaw din, naaalala mo rin ako? 'sanggala, BAT DI NYO KO ITEXT? TAWAGAN? POTEK!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at ikaw.. alam mo na kung sino ka. &lt;strong&gt;wala kang kwenta kausap.&lt;/strong&gt; salamat na rin at naalala mo ko. pero ikaw ang huling taong gusto kong makausap sa mga panahong tulad nito na medyo depressed ako dahil walang nakakaalala sa akin. at huli na, hindi ikaw si jay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-114698004247484429?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/114698004247484429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=114698004247484429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114698004247484429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114698004247484429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello-blogworld-ayan.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-114692260789920903</id><published>2006-05-07T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T21:36:53.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;hello philippines and hello world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha.. nagaya ko ang line ni toni. nagb-blog pa kasi ako kahit malapit na mag pbb. hay.. 2 ang mapapaalis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sino kaya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sana wag si niña. oo nga, maarte sya, pero hindi naman masyado. ayaw ko kay olyn. siguro dahil naiinis ako sa mga "eskandalosa".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e sino mafo-force eviction?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;baka si gerald. kasi siya maraming violations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ang haba ng post ko kanina. ako, naaliw ako. hindi pa nga yun kumpleto eh. kasi may mga na-edit. tsaka as usual &lt;strong&gt;tinamad&lt;/strong&gt; ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yaak.. kadiri yung sa xxx. yung mga sinunog na parts ng tao. eeww.. kadiri. yaak talaga. shakness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nga pala. i decided to not take up psychology anymore. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ayoko na magdoktor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. kasi antagal pa ng hihintayin ko. tsaka antagal ko pa magaaral bago ako makakuha ng trabaho na gusto ko talaga. biruin mo, mga 28-30 yrs old pa ako makakapagtrabaho bilang isang full-pledged doctor. &lt;strong&gt;nyek nyek nyek.&lt;/strong&gt; ayoko nga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so dun tayo sa &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;plan B&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. lipat ako. BAA. as in business administration and accountancy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"uy ate, ok yan."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"oo nga, baga sayo. math."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"oo tapos palaguin mo yung tindahan ko. *smile-wink*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o kaya HRM. as in hotel and restaurant management.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"uy ate, yan dapat course ko."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"ano yan, baka sa motel ka."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"sige ate, para sundan ko yung yapak mo." (naks!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anlupet naman ng mga relatives ko. pati mga sis. &lt;strong&gt;supportive.&lt;/strong&gt; hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ayan. naglilibot nanaman ang babaing nakaputi. nagmamasid, nakikinig kung may pinaguusapan kami tungkol sa kanila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;buti nga yung "sea bear" wala eh. mas malala yun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ahaha. wala na ako malagay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kumusta nga pala ako ngayon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt;&gt; eto. ok naman. malungkot. sad. slightly &lt;strong&gt;depressed&lt;/strong&gt;. bakit? waahh!! pano naman, si tin, kaliwa't kanan ang tawag sa phone, samantalang ako, kahit lumuhod ako sa harapan ng telepono, hindi pa rin siya magri-ring. magring man: &lt;strong&gt;"hello, pwede po kay tin?"&lt;/strong&gt;. waahh!! kahit sa text. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wala&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. as in. wala man lang tutut-tutut. huhuhu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;salamat sa nagtext kanina ha. (voice over: meron naman pala eh!) [duh, as if, eto tignan nyo..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;galing ang isang ito kay jay, ang aking kaibigang madalas na ngaung magparamdam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          ~ &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ui, ano na plano?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; harhar. wala. walang plano. anong magagawa ko, eh pare-parehas kayong pinanganak na oposisyon? pag may sinabi ako, kontra yung isa. tapos, pag may sinuggest na iba, kokontra naman yung isa. so, &lt;strong&gt;anong plano??&lt;/strong&gt; wala. wala talaga. bahala na kayo. nauubos  na ang pasensiya ko. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;kung san na lahat, dun na lang ako&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;galing naman to kay cza, hindi masyadong verbatim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;             ~&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tricia, bday nga pala ni irish ngaun. pakisabi happy birthday ha! tnx. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hah! hindi ko nga makausap si irish eh! di ko nga alam kung nasan na yun. inaayos daw niya yung sa medical nya sa pnu. kasi onti lang daw silang nakapasa dun, masyadong extensive ang medical chuvaness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and lastly, galing kay rachelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;             ~ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tricia!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  o, ano yan? wala. nagsayang ng load ang magandang si rachelle. (sus nambola ka pa!) ahaha. ano namang isasagot ko? bakit nya ko tinawag? nanghihingi ba sya ng saklolo? anooo?? anong ine-expect mong sagot sa text na yan? wala akong clue. pero dahil you always make my day, sige, palalampasin ko ang bagay na yan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;see? wala man lang ako na recieve na tawag mula sa mga usual callers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;vonn, hay, sorry, hindi talaga ako makakasama dyan sa service nyo. una, hindi naman ako born again. OP-ness lang ang mararanasan ng beauty ko jan. baka manlalake nga lang ako jan eh. isa pa, hindi ako pinayagan ng nanay ko. kasi, hindi nga ako makasimba sa church namin, sa church nyo pa kaya. lam mo, gusto ko talaga pumunta, kaso, wag na lang. OP lang eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wala lang po. gusto ko lang sabihin yan. ayoko na kasi tawaga si vonn ngaun eh. kasi lagi ko na lang sya kausap. nung wednesday kami huling nagusap. tagal ba? wag na nga kayo. nagpapa-miss nga ako eh. haha. tignan nyo, mamaya, magmi-miscol yan. haha. o kaya magte-text "&lt;em&gt;tawag ka naman dito." &lt;/em&gt;o kaya, "&lt;em&gt;tawag ka, i have something to tell you. *nosebleed*"&lt;/em&gt; ahaha. tawag naman ako. &lt;strong&gt;nyek.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hay.. ayan na. mahaba na. tska pbb na. punta muna ako kila aba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-114692260789920903?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/114692260789920903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=114692260789920903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114692260789920903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114692260789920903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello-philippines-and-hello-world-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-114689775374138502</id><published>2006-05-07T05:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T14:42:33.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>art of letting go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hay.. somehow pala, ang hirap makapag-let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at eto nanaman, kumakatok na naman siya. kainis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"oi may tao ata sa gate!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ahaha. wala lang.. kahibangan. at sa kahibangan ko, kahit online ako, eto, nagt-type ng entry sa blog. matagal kasi bago ako huling nakapag-post. naaliw sa mga &lt;strong&gt;wonders&lt;/strong&gt; ng internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hay, mausok. nagluluto na si aba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;alam nyo ba (natural hinde!) tapos na akong magpa-medical. nagpunta ko sa uphs (up high school daw sabi ni anna k at daben, up health &lt;strong&gt;senter&lt;/strong&gt; naman sabi ko). umaga ako nagpunta dun, para mauna. yun pala, mahaba na ang pila. 7 am pa lang umpisa na sila. ah 9 na ako dumating. may isa pa akong reason kung bakit gusto kong pumunta dun ng maaga. oo tama ka. may hinihintay (read: tinetyempuhan) akong tao. sabi nya kasi umaga siya pupunta. pero bakit? bakit? "Rachelle, bakit ala-una ka pumunta? san ka ba nanggaling?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ahaha. oo. bumalik ako ng ala-una. nag text si rachelle: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"3cia, nnd2 n koh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pti c vonn..!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tada! rachelle, you really make my day. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, punta naman ako kagad ng up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"manong dadaan ba kayo ng uphs?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"ay sa ikot yun eh. sakay ka na lang ng ikot pagdating sa up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok. baba naman ako. dahil nagiisa at hindi sanay maglibot-libot, ginamit ko ang regalo sa akin ni lord na konting utak, at nakita ko ang isang jeep na ikot. ok, sakay na ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kaso, kinakabahan pa rin ako. inaantok kasi ako, gusto ko sana matulog, kaso baka paggising ko, nasa sm na ako. sayang ang oras, sayang ang &lt;em&gt;pagkakataon&lt;/em&gt;. (oops, bakit may ganun?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nakita ko na rin yung destination ko. ok fine, baba na ako at baka lumagpas pa ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pagdating ko, nakita ko si rachelle, nakapila na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"uy tricia, ang tagal mo. si vonn nasa loob na, nagpa-physical."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"oo nga. anong gagawin?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"pipila. pero papa xerox ung sa xray. dito ka na."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dahil mabait ako) "hindi na. dun yung pila o. pa sabay ng pa xerox ha?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(nagulat dahil mabait ako)"o sige. teka lang."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pumunta na ko sa dulo ng pila. si rachelle naman, pumasok na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after 48 years, lumabas na si rachelle. lumapit sakin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"akina yung sa xray mo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pagkalipas ng isang taon, bumalik si rachelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"(tawa tawa) yung results pala. akala ko yung xray plate. (tawa tawa)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;natural, pano ixe-xerox yung xray plate?! sige nga sabihin mo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tawa kami ng tawa. &lt;strong&gt;grabe&lt;/strong&gt;. tapos umalis na siya para ipa xerox yung sa &lt;strong&gt;results ng xray&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nakapasok na ako sa loob, wala pa si rachelle. nakasalubong ko pa si vonn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"uy, nandito ka na."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"oo nga."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"si rachelle nandito ha."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"oo nga. anong ginawa sa physical?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"basta. punta lang ako dun."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"sige."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ayan. lumabas na ako. nabigyan na kasi ako ng form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nasa labas na si rachelle. kasama ni vonn, nagfi-fill up ng form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(hulaan nyo na lang kung sino yung nagsasalita)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"uy, eto na si vonn." (sino yun? haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"oo nga." (obvious kung sino to)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"peram nga ng ballpen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"wala ka bang ballpen?" (sino to? clue: lalaki to)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"eh, blue eh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"bat bawal ba blue?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"ewan ko."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"o eto na yung ballpen." (babae to.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sulat sulat sulat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"uy, anong ilalagay dito, dpws? anong nilagay mo?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"wala. up diliman lang."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"ilalagay pa ba yung course?" (ako to, para hindi op)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"hindi na no! lagay mo na lang asian institute of tourism."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"ang haba kasi ng sa course mo eh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"kasalanan ba?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"uy, nakita mo si ruth?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"oo. pero hindi ko naman kinausap."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"bakit? babatiin ko nga sana kaso nahihiya ako eh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"sus, bat ko naman babatiin?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"rachelle ano ba naman tong ballpen mo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"baka naman pabaligtad ka magsulat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"hindi kaya akin yan. kay vonn kaya yan."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"sus."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"tapos na. tara."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"teka punta ko sa mama ko."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"asan ba?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"nandun sa may mga table."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"uy, hintayin mo ko ha. sabay na tayo umuwi."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"nye. matagal pa yun."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"hindi. sandali na lang. ha? libre na lang kitang pamasahe."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"o sige. dun lang ako."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ayan. pumasok na kami ni rachelle sa loob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nandun din sila billy joe. umupo kami kasi akala namin kailangan pa namin maghintay. kainis. sayang ang 10 mins. napaghihintay sa wala. ipapacheck lang pala yung xray. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ayan. malumabas na kami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hinanap ko si vonn. nakita ko, nakaupo dun sa may tent. lumapit muna kami sa mama ni rachelle. tapos nilapitan ko na si vonn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ibang way sila rachelle, kaya kaming dalawa na lang ni vonn sa jeep papuntang sm north.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pagdating sa sm north.. alternate. nauna si vonn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"tara pasok tayong sm."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"ha? bakit pa?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"mainit eh. tara na."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pumasok na kami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"daan tayo sa baba ha."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"saan?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"sa baba. mas malamig dun."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"o sige."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tapos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"san ka nga pala nag high school?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"ano?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"san ka nag high school?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"sa.. quesci.. para namang hindi mo alam. bakit?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"wala. pinagti-tripan lang kita."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"loko. lakas trip ka ha."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tapos ulet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"dun tayo dumaan. daan tayo sa tulay."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"baket?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"wala. eh diba sa annex din yun. may daan papunta sa sakayan. para malamig."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"sus. eto lang o, diretso lang dito sakayan na."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"para nga malamig."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ayan. naapakan tuloy nung mama yung paa ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"uy, destiny yun."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"sira ulo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"diba, parang sign. hehe.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"loko."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ayan. umuwi na kami. sumakay kami ng bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"ako na magbabayad. nagpahintay ako eh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"o sige."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nakita nya binuksan ko wallet nya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"o ano to?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"grad pic ko. pogi no?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"sira ulo. pogi ka jan."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"baket, pogi naman ha."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"eww.. sino to?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"si weeward. tsaka si julius."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"aahh.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"pogi ko no?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"asa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ayan. kailangan ko na bumaba ng bus. kaya nagpaalam na ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dapat pala hindi art of letting go ang title ng post na ito.. shakness..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-114689775374138502?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/114689775374138502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;habang naghihintay ako sa you tube ng trailer ng summer scent, eto na lang muna. tutal, hindi naman sayang ang oras ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ipaliliwanag ko kung bakit aray naman ang title ng post na ito. hindi dahil sa ako ay tulad ng iba na nasaktan dahil sa pag ibig kaya sumisigaw ako ng aray. ako ay &lt;em&gt;literal&lt;/em&gt; na napapasigaw ng aray dahil sa sakit ng ngipin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kakatapos ko lang magpa dental. Sa ayaw ko at sa gusto, kailangan yun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pagdating ko sa dentista, chineck na ang aking mga ngipin. "ok naman, malinis."ang sabi ng dentista. pababa na sana ako ng dental chair, ang kaso- "may kailangan pastahan, apat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sabi ng nanay ko, "sige, papastahan na, kesa naman pabalikin ka pa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok na rin, kasi para matapos na. hindi ko naman naisip na masakit pala yun, dahil dati nagpapasta na ako at hindi naman masakit. parang wala nga lang eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nandun na ko, pinaupo na ulet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yung una, ok pa. mayamaya, &lt;em&gt;oops, ano tong nararamdaman ko? masakit ata.&lt;/em&gt; pero ok lang, &lt;em&gt;tolerable&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oops, ayan na naman. sige, kaya pa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tapos na yung una. &lt;em&gt;1 down, 3 to go.&lt;/em&gt; inulit uli sa sunod na ngipin. &lt;em&gt;aray ng konti, tas tapos na.&lt;/em&gt; ayan. saya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok sa taas naman. 2 sa taas. yes, malapit na matapos. &lt;em&gt;dalawa pang masakit na karanasan sa kamay ng dentista&lt;/em&gt;. pero ok. &lt;em&gt;tolerable pa rin&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tapos na, nakahinga na ko ng maluwag. pero ano to? "&lt;em&gt;ay meron pa sa kabila." &lt;/em&gt;sabi ulet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok lang. kaya pa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;inumpisahan sa baba. Aray! tama na. di na kaya. naabot na ang threshold of pain ko. ARAY!!!!! pero wala, parang hindi nakikinig ang dentista. siyempre, pano nya maririnig, eh nakanganga ako? pano ko sasabihin??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ang sakit. &lt;em&gt;grabe.&lt;/em&gt; di kakayanin. tapos na. sa taas naman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dito nagsimula ang kalbaryo ko. ANG SAKIT!!!!! GRABE!! hindi kinaya ng &lt;em&gt;mind over matter&lt;/em&gt; ko. grabe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pero ok na. tapos na, nakakain na ko pag uwi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pero ngayon, habang nagcocomputer ako, ayan na. yung aftermath ng trip ko sa dentista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hindi lang ang ngipin ko ang sumasakit, pati yung sa may gums, ntuluan ng something na masakit. kaya ayan, masakit ang buong bibig ko. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;isa lang masasabi ko: aray!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-114630606858642916?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/114630606858642916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=114630606858642916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114630606858642916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114630606858642916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/04/aray-naman.html' title='aray naman...'/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-114630095503938292</id><published>2006-04-30T07:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T16:55:55.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello pinas &amp;  hello world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aba.. mukhang napapadalas ang pagpo-post ko dito ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At natuwa naman kayo?&lt;/em&gt; Dahil may update ulet? Ahaha. Ok lang. yun naman talaga ang purpose ng mga posts ko eh. Para mapasaya kayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatuwa lang dahil masaya ako ngayon. (o ano naman??!) haha.. wala lang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naku, tuwang-tuwa tong mga kapatid ko. Kasi magpapadala si papa ng Sims 2. sus, mga excited (voice over: uyy, parang siya hinde…) haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para sayo reader:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Salamat sa maikling orasna pamamalagi mo ditto sa blog ko. At salamat na rin sa pagtitiyaga mo sa pagbabasa sa mga walang kwentang posts ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pahabol:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui, miss mo na ko no? sus, hindi daw! Sige, magdahilan ka pa.Loko! kala mo ha, miscol ka pa jan! miss mo lang ako eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Wala lang. para sa inyo yan. Bahala na kayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang nonsense ng post ko. Grabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~-~-~-~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alam nyo bang semi-ambidextrous ako? Semi pa lang. kasi hindi ako makasulat ng matino sa left eh. Konting praktis pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na-try ko magsulat ngayong summer (actually ang draft nitong post na ito ay handwritten)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaks.. ang panget na ng sulat ko. Hindi na ma-decipher kung ano yung mga words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shakness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes. Naka draft sa MS Word lahat ng posts ko. Una, dahil madalas naba-blangko ako sa harap ng computer. Pangalawa, sayang ang oras kung tutunganga lang ako habang nakakonekta sa internet. Hindi kami naka DSL kaya sayang ang net card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~-~-~-~-~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dahil sa addiction ko sa Limewire at sa asianovelas, pinagsama ko na sila. Kaya ang playlist ko:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarang hal Gge- song sa only you&lt;br /&gt;Only you- natural sa only you (by park chae won)&lt;br /&gt;To Be With You- sa wonderful life (park chae won din)&lt;br /&gt;We Belong- toni gonzaga (wonderful life din)&lt;br /&gt;Isang kanta mula sa sassy girl chun hyang&lt;br /&gt;Reason- autumn in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Opening song ng full house&lt;br /&gt;I think I love you- full house din&lt;br /&gt;Three bears- 2 version yan, yung kay song hye kyo at yung orig&lt;br /&gt;Opening song ng lavender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O diba? Asianovela addict talaga ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana naman, mag comment ang mga tao dito sa posts ko. Sige na, I tag nyo na lyang mga nasa isip nyo. Para matuwa naman ako. Sige na, natuwa naman kayo eh. PLEASE??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last na.. lam nyo ba..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walang nakakaalala sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawawa naman ako. Walang text, walang tawag. Grabe kayo. Di nyo ko namimiss? Samantalang ako miss na miss ko na kayo. Ansama nyo sa kin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At, hui, miss na kita. &lt;em&gt;Sobra&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-114630095503938292?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/114630095503938292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=114630095503938292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114630095503938292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114630095503938292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/04/hello-pinas-hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-114620143544546100</id><published>2006-04-28T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T13:17:15.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello hello hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow.. thank you  sa mga nag tag..&lt;br /&gt;Nadine.. mami.. anna g (na sobrang sipag!) at.. sa wakes.. daben!!! Nami-miss na kita!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napakahuli ko sa balita. Ngayon ko lang nabalitaan, TomKat's baby was already born. (TomKat- the now infamous Tom Cruise because of his jumping on Oprah's sofa during an interview and Katie Holmes, the girl from Dawson's Creek who experienced great depression during her pregnancy)&lt;br /&gt;They named their baby Suri, which means "Suri ka na lang, may sayad tatay mo."&lt;br /&gt;Another meaning of the name Suri, from Tiepee- "Suri ka na lang, siraulo tatay mo."&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.. kidding aside, I don't really know the meaning of Suri, but it's from another language, I don't know what.&lt;br /&gt;Another fact about TomKat, Tom's obsession over Scientology forced Katie to convert and join the "kulto". Kawawa talaga si Katie. She was forced to do everything for Tom. Even give up her showbiz career for him.&lt;br /&gt;Hay.. love talaga.. makes everybody baliw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~-~-~-~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 of my favorite non-koreanovela shows are:&lt;br /&gt;CSI and Law and Order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CSI, actually, lahat ng CSI, Miami, NY and ung orig. Lahat naman yan CSI, so ayun.&lt;br /&gt;I like the way they solve crimes. Their logic was WOW. Where did they get those logic?? Also, their gadgets and their computers were awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Law and Order, actually, it was much like CSI, but the great thing about it was that their interrogation was incredible. They can make the guilty feel really guilty and confess right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that my greatest ambition is to be a forensic investigator? But, siyempre, it takes a lot of skill and knowledge to be one. Eh kaso, you know naman ang mga ganyan dito sa pinas. Ano naman mararating ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero diba, exciting ang mga ganun. Pero wala, praktikal ako eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~-~-~-~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay.. naiinis ako. Hindi pa ako nagpapa-dental. At tinatamad ako. Eto na, inaatake na talaga ako ng katamaran. Kaya eto na lang muna..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-114620143544546100?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/114620143544546100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=114620143544546100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114620143544546100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114620143544546100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/04/hello-hello-hello.html' title='hello hello hello'/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-114611261731964712</id><published>2006-04-27T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T12:36:57.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;update! Update! Update! Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a great day. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)       I was not attacked by my usual pms, or post menstrual syndrome. Pero inatake ako ng katamaran. Kainis. Ang tamad tamad ko kahapon.&lt;br /&gt;2)       Dumating si Vonn. I was surprised. Naman, I didn’t expect him to come over. He had his dental check-up dyan sa may dentist na nagre-rent ng space dito sa amin. Haha. Akala ko pa nga kung sino lang yung nag tao po dun sa may gate. Tapos tinawag ako ni mama. And there he was. Haha. Kakatawa yung reaction naming dalawa. Siya, kahit siya yung pumunta, he looked surprised din. And me too, I was surprised. I haven’t heard from him for about a week. Nag usap lang kami, as usual, ang topic, up. Lahat ng nakakausap namin up ang topic. Tapos kung ano ano na ang pinag usapan namin. Then after about an hour(?) or two, nagpaalam na siya.&lt;br /&gt;3)       May padala ang papa ko. Pero hindi pa dumadating. he told my mom about it over the phone. And my sisters are screaming. Sayang, hindi ako nakasali sa screaming nila kasi nasa kabilang bahay ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diba, kahit 3 things lang ang nangyari, happy pa rin. Ay meron pa pala. May new pocketbooks ang tita ko. And I read all 5 of them in 1 day! Saying, sana meron ulet ngayon. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay.. bless the people who really makes my day. And really made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~-~-~-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naku, naguguluhan ako sa mga tao ditto sa amin. Sabi ba naman sa akin,&lt;br /&gt; -ate, kung kami papipiliin, lahat kami, nila ditche, aba, tita, si ano na ang pipiliin namin.-&lt;br /&gt;aba! Boto daw sila! Eh panu yan, kaming 2 ang hindi boto sa idea nila? Hay. Sabi pa ni aba&lt;br /&gt;-ate, turuan mo pang mas maging magalang, papasa na yan sa mama mo.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. Bat ganun, nagpapanting ang tenga nila sa salitang –boyfriend-, pero sa salitang&lt;br /&gt;-***********- hindi? Kahit ang nanay ko, hindi? Ang gulo. Hay, matulog na nga lang ako! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-114611261731964712?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/114611261731964712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=114611261731964712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114611261731964712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114611261731964712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/04/update-update-update-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-114602891355687275</id><published>2006-04-27T04:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T13:21:53.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hay.. update ulet&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but before anything else, let me greet my bestfriend, DIANNE. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened these past few days? Ayun. Parang na injure yung paa ko. My ankle (both) hurts like heavens! (btw, thanks for the expression vonn!) dunno why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, weird as it may seem, I cried. Something fell behind me and hit my hurting ankle. Though I didnt mean to cry, tears streamed down my face. Dunno. Im weird. And im getting weirder and weirder everyday. Harhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napadaan ako sa isang blog kanina. Kainis. Nahahawa tuloy ako sa ka-conyo-han nya. Ang nakakainis pa dun, he’s calling the Filipinos natives. Why? Isn’t he a Filipino? He’s speaking the language that his so-called masa speaks, so why criticize them? Why is he so bitter about his maid, and his old driver? Kawawa naman yung driver nya. Ang sama nya. Kainis. He’s so mayabang. Sobrang swerte na nga nya dahil rich kid siya, pero why say bad stuff about the people who are not so well-off? Anyway, that’s his opinion. Too bad. His spirit’s already burning far beneath the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I already got Limewire!! Haha.. so far I’ve downloaded 30+ songs, and I’m planning to burn them in a cd. Wala lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinoy Big Brother teen edition. I think its cool.&lt;br /&gt;Mikee- I like him coz he’s smart. But he looks a bit underweight and needs to get a feeding program from the government for about 3 months. Hehe. Joke lang. But really, the thing that makes him cute is the fact that he’s matalino. Good thing he likes Kim. I heart them both.&lt;br /&gt;Fred- Reg and Rachelle both like him. Maybe because he’s a disciplinarian and I don’t think my reason makes sense. Hehe. Dunno their reason. But he looks good.&lt;br /&gt;Matt- don’t like his looks but I like his humor. And his United Nations family.&lt;br /&gt;Bam- hes so funny. If im inside the pbb house, we would easily get along. But sometimes, his humor gets overboard.&lt;br /&gt;Aldred- don’t remember anything about him. I think he’s the cook (?) and the valedictorian. Oh, yeah, and he’s the one who cried because he didn’t have any stories to share.&lt;br /&gt;Gerald- got pissed off by his kayabangan. Kainis yung sinabi nya na sinusundan siya palagi ng girls. Is he gwapo? Yes, but his kayabangan would turn everybody off.&lt;br /&gt;(Umpisa pa lang naman, so mejo magiiba-iba pa naman yan as time goes by)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, sa girls naman..&lt;br /&gt;Kim- I like her coz shes cute. And her voice reminds me of someone, I just dont remember who. But she’s so likeable.&lt;br /&gt;Nina- shes the sosy girl. And it shows. But I think shes mabait naman. The only thing that I dont like about her is that shes saying na they cant put the ends together because they are financially unstable. Why study in assumption when you cant pay your house?? Hello?? Reality check. There are other schools in makati that are good enough yet not as expensive as in assumption.&lt;br /&gt;Clare-I like her humor and her accent. Cass, is that you?&lt;br /&gt;Mikki- shes astig, but is she tibash? Ewan lang ha..&lt;br /&gt;Olyn- haha. She’s cute. And funny. I like her.&lt;br /&gt;Jamilla- the teenage mom. She looks good.&lt;br /&gt;Ayan na assessment ko sa lahat ng tao sa pbb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change topic…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yung medical/dental chuvaness sa up. Kainis. Pagkatapos ko magpa medical ng private, may medical pa rin dun. Sana hindi na lang sila pumayag na mag private no! kainis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change topic ulet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite song at the moment is You Are The One by Serenity. Wala lang. the lyrics are good, plus the melody. Wow. Pang kilig talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loooove friendster and y!m. They help me keep in touch with my friends during summer. Kaya lang, hello.. mga friends jan, mag online naman kayo sa y!m no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so bored!!! Kainis.. I don’t have anything to do!&lt;br /&gt;Morning: I wake up at 10 am. Then I eat my breakfast while watching tv. Then Ill surf the net for a while. Then ill eat lunch. Then I’ll watch tv again. Then I sleep to gain another millimeter of height. Then at 4 pm I wake up to watch SWSL. Then ill eat merienda. Then Ill surf the net and download some songs. Then ill eat dinner. Then ill wash the dishes (finally a household chore!) thenill watch tv then I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring diba? Grabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s it for now. Have to go.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-114602891355687275?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/114602891355687275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=114602891355687275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114602891355687275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114602891355687275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/04/hay.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-114571433722932242</id><published>2006-04-22T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T21:58:57.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang daming bagay.. haay..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just finished my pre enlistment.. and after a lot of changes, I finally got the schedule that I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to look for someone na pwedeng maging kaklase ko, pero unfortunately, dalawa pa lang ang nakikita ko.&lt;br /&gt;Si jay, actually, lumipat lang ako. *before I continue, baka kung ano-ano na naman ang pinag-iiisip nyo ha, kaya nga im here to explain why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I transferred sa kasaysayan para may classmate naman ako. Siyempre, you grab the opportunity na, kumuha ka na ng subject at  section na may kilala ka. Kaya ayun, lumipat ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos sa pe, pinapalipat din ako, kaso hindi ko naman Makita yung sinasabi nyang 2-3, kaya napunta ako sa 7-9 ata, Wednesday. Kaklase ko naman dun si reg. ayun. 2 na ang klasmeyt ko, pero hindi pa sure yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then dun sa BC, radio and tv un, si anna k at dave naman. Yun ang last subject ko for the week. Yun na dina ng pinaka late, 4 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay..lahat ng taong nakakachat ko, puro yuna ng pinaguusapan namin. Pre enlistment. I got thinking, kung ganito kagulo ang pre enlistment, what more kung yung enrollment na talaga? Hay.. kagulo. Sana lahat ng subject na napili ko, makuha ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College na.. grabe.. parang kelan lang…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read my entries sa diary ko. Hindi dito sa blog ha, sa diary as in yung ako yung nagsulat. Napansin ko, tungkol yun sa isang tao. Nagulat ako, ganun pala ako magka-crush. Hindi ko alam. At hindi nyo rin malalaman kung pano dahil hindi ko sasabihin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;break-ups..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anong dahilan at parang lahat ng kakilala ko na may gf/bf ay nagb-break?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At anong dahilan at ang mga kabarkada ko ay nagkaka-develop-an?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anong nangyayari sa mundong ito? Does this mean na naiiwanan na ako?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.. wala lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May nagsabi nga sa akin.. “si tricia del rosario, hindi nagka boyfriend nung high school?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one word: yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, who cares? I don’t need a boyfriend. I don’t think it’s necessary. Magulo na nga ang high school life ko, bibigyan mo pa ko ng love life? Hello??&lt;br /&gt;Isa pa, kung may nanligaw man, I turn them down kaagad. Kasi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)    ayoko ng boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;2)    naiinis ako sa mga nagp-pda sa harap ko na hindi ko kilala.. masakit sa mata&lt;br /&gt;3)    tinatarayan ko kaagad&lt;br /&gt;4)    ayoko ng pagmumukha nila&lt;br /&gt;5)    naiinis ako sa ugali nila&lt;br /&gt;6)    wala akong panahon sa kanila&lt;br /&gt;7)    tinatamad ako, kasi kailangan pang itext, sagutin ang tawag at kung ano-ano pa.. nakakatamad yan. Mas gusto ko, matulog na lang.&lt;br /&gt;8)    bawal pa. ayaw ng tatay at nanay ko. Nagpapanting ang tenga nila sa salitang “boyfriend”&lt;br /&gt;9)    masaya pa ako ng single ako.&lt;br /&gt;10)magastos ang mga date.. wala akong pera&lt;br /&gt;11)hindi rin ako pinapayagan lumabas.. sobra&lt;br /&gt;12)16 pa lang ako.. hindi pa kailangan mag rush&lt;br /&gt;13)nagiinit ang ulo ko sa mga magboyfriend na hindi bagay sa isa’t isa&lt;br /&gt;14)nagr-rate ako ng mag boyfriend at ayokong I rate ang sarili ko&lt;br /&gt;15) sakit lang ng ulo ang boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;16)hindi makakain, makatulog at kung ano-ano pa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kung hindi kayo sang ayon sa pinaglalalagay ko, please feel free to comment. Isa pa, kung mali man yan, wala kang pake.. blog ko to. Gusto mo gumawa ka rin ng ganito, pero pinapaalala ko sayo, pag gumawa ka nito, wala kang originality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay.. kung natutuwa ako habang nire-reminisce ang high school days ko, mas masaya naman mag reminisce ng elementary life ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grade 1. Sa Francisco school ako. Actually, wala akong pakialam kung saan ako mag aaral dati ng grade 1. dati, akala ko isa lang ang school sa mundo. Haha.. iba talaga mag isip ang bata. Hehe.. ano ba ang magandang memory ko sa grade 1? Ayun, yung niloko ko yung classmate ko. Sabi ko, princess sa ibang bansa yung pinsan ko. Haha.. naniwala naman! Ewan ba, masyadong gullible ang mga bata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grade 2. Sa FS pa rin. Wala akong masyadong memorable moments dito, except nung nagbigay ng letter yung isa kong classmate dati sa akin. Here’s how it goes:&lt;br /&gt;Tricia, crush mo ba si Kenneth? Kung oo, para mo na ring sinaktan ang puso ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha!! Sobrang sumakit talaga yung tiyan ko sa katatawa nung mabasa ko yun. At hanggang ngayon, hindi ko mapigilang ngumiti pag naaalala ko yun. Hehe.. pamatay talaga ako..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grade 3. ito na. the best school. Ang LRPMES. Dito talaga ako nagging happy (no offense meant sa mga school ko) kasi dito ko nameet yung mga friends ko na hanggang ngayon, ka close ko pa.&lt;br /&gt;Sila Vonn, Jay, Cza, Irish at marami pa.&lt;br /&gt;Nung first day ko dun, kasabay ko yung pinsan ko, si Jojo. Pero after a few days, siya may barkada na, ako wala pa. Kaya ayun, naiwan ako mag isa. Pero naka meet naman ako ng new friends eh.&lt;br /&gt;Happy talaga ang elem days. Sa susunod na yung iba.. ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-114571433722932242?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/114571433722932242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=114571433722932242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114571433722932242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114571433722932242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/04/ang-daming-bagay-haay.html' title='ang daming bagay.. haay..'/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-114560736464458380</id><published>2006-04-21T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T16:16:04.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa mga partners in crime ko- RACHELLE &amp; REGINA</title><content type='html'>At sa inyo, mga partners in crime ko, walang makaktalo sa inyo!! Grabe, the best tayo. Solid ang friendship natin! Kaya mahal na mahal ko kayo eh. Wala kayong katulad!!! The Best! Haha!! Wala akong masabi sa inyo. Thank you na lang, kasi lagi kayong nanjan. Kahit dati mas madalas akong kasama nung iba, nanjan pa rin kayo para sumalo sa akin. Hindi lang bestfriends ang tingin ko sa inyo, mga sisters na! grabe. *hinga muna* Hinding hindi ko kayo ipagpapalit kahit kanino o sa kahit ano. Labshu!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-114560736464458380?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/114560736464458380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=114560736464458380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114560736464458380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114560736464458380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/04/sa-mga-partners-in-crime-ko-rachelle.html' title='Sa mga partners in crime ko- RACHELLE &amp; REGINA'/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-114560731056593991</id><published>2006-04-21T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T16:15:10.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>para sa dalawang taong mahal na mahal ko</title><content type='html'>sa inyo, sana happy kayo. And sorry din kung na walkout-an ko kayo. Tsaka hindi ako masyadong nakasama sa inyo nung outing. Kasi, hello? Halata naman. San ko naman ilulugar ang sarili ko sa inyo? Eh siyempre, may mga bagay na kayo lang ang dapat nakakaalam. Tska, tingin ko it’s rude kung lagi akong nakadikit sa inyo. Tska, nao-op na rin ako minsan. Minsan, hindi ko alam kung ano pang sasabihin ko sa inyo, kung anong iku-kwento ko. Kasi minsan, kung ano yung iku-kuwento ko, alam nyo na. Tsaka nakakailang, yung nag k-kwento ako, tapos ang sobrang close nyo. Feeling ko tuloy ang layo ko na sa inyo. Hindi ko alam kung bakit ko naiisip to. Naiintindihan ko naman yun eh, siyempre, namiss nyo ang isa’t isa. May mga bagay bagay na hindi ko pwedeng sabihin. Kaya ayun na lang. Sorry. Sana maintindihan nyo. Bati na tayo ha? Labshu!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-114560731056593991?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/114560731056593991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=114560731056593991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114560731056593991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114560731056593991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/04/para-sa-dalawang-taong-mahal-na-mahal.html' title='para sa dalawang taong mahal na mahal ko'/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-114560723659788268</id><published>2006-04-21T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T16:13:56.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang tunay naming dahilan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the real reason kung bakit kami nagtampo nung last day na nung outing. (kami: Regina, Rachelle, me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung nagkita-kita na kami sa Watsons, nandun na silang lahat. Pagdating namin, bigla na lang kaming tinalikuran, tapos, dumiretso na kami pauwi. Hindi man lang kami kinausap, kahit nung nagtanong kami. Nakakainis yun ha! Good mood pa naman kami dahil nakakatawa yung pinanood namin, tapos bigla na lang kaming tatalikuran.&lt;br /&gt;Isa pa, I won’t mention any name na, na op kami sa kanila. (kanila: referring to the people na I won’t mention na) Kasi nga, parang wala kami nun. Sabi pa naman ni Joyce, dun sa outing, magbo-bonding kami. Tapos, ayun, 3 lang kaming nakapag-bond talaga. Sila, nag bond sila ng sarili nila. Pero, siyempre, naintindihan naman naming yun eh. Siyempre, namiss namin ang isa’t isa eh. Pero, sana next time, isali nyo naman kami. Hood din naman kami, tska barkada naman tayo. Wag ganun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-114560723659788268?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/114560723659788268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=114560723659788268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114560723659788268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114560723659788268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/04/ang-tunay-naming-dahilan.html' title='Ang tunay naming dahilan'/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-114560713226489990</id><published>2006-04-21T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T16:12:12.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing ng HOOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hay hay hay.. ano ang nangyari ng mga nakaraang araw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was a bit boring. It’s Holy Week, so we had to stay at home and just be quiet. I read some magazines that my lola sent us over and over again.. then read some books. Our computer was infected, so I am computer-less for about 5 days. It’s ok, since I’m not that addicted to internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the day that I have been waiting for came. The Hood outing!! So this is what happened during our two-day stay at the Heritage Villa, Saluysoy Bulacan. Well first, let me tell you about the place. Joyce’s family owns the resort, and they let us stay there overnight. It’s smaller than the usual resorts that we know, but it’s beautiful and cozy. It’s a great place to bond with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 17&lt;br /&gt;8:20am- I arrived at McDo playplace where me and my friends are supposed to meet. This is also the place where our service will pick us up and take us to the resort. When I arrived, Joyce, Rachel, Isa and Regina are already there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*at this point my nose is starting to bleed, so I need to switch to my TagLish mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of minutes, more Hood members came. And after a couple of hours, our service came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey! Dumaan kami sa NLEX. They gave us this newspaper telling the drivers na bawal ang mainit ang ulo sa Expressway. I read the “newspaper”, kaso some people are talking to me, so I need to look at them. By that time we were at the middle of NLEX, so we’re a bit fast. One question: bawal ba magtapon sa NLEX? Hehe.. kasi yung newspaper na hawak ko, lumipad palabas. (I was seating by the “door” of the service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a bit lost along the way, nalito din kasi si Boyz (joyce), kahit pa ilang beses na siyang nakapunta dun. So after a lot of asking (and after a lot of ooohhs and aaahhs at every house that we we’re passing, ‘cause they are so big and nice) we arrived at Heritage. We met Uncle, and Japoy. We rested for a while and then we went to SM Marilao. We had to buy our food for the night and for the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, nung mga time na yun, habang namimili kami, I got pissed off by somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went home and ate lunch. Then we talked and talked. And then after a couple of hours, Pristine and Rachel went swimming. And then after that we joined them. We had so much fun while swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag stop lang kami mag swim nung malapit nang mag gabi kasi we had to cook our dinner. Uncle then opened the karaoke machine, and we had a great time singing at the top of our lungs. Hehe.. Then after we ate our dinner na. The we went swimming again, hanggang 12 mn ata un. Then sabi ni uncle kailangan na namin matulog. Francis and Dave slept dun sa parang tree house (pero wala naman sa tree yun) tapos dun kami sa attic nung house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, did I mention that some of my friends got a bit “cozy” during our stay? Well, we understand, but sometimes, nao-op na kami. Anyway, it doesn’t matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*before pala nun, katabi ko si anna k nung natulog kami. Tapos nung mga 3 ng madaling araw, nagising ako kasi may kumakagat sa akin. Kinagat ako ng mga langgam!! Grabe, ang sakit nung mga kagat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagising kami ng mga 6 para mag breakfast. Then kami nila Regina, Rachelle, Dave, Anna k, Francis and Joyce nasa may treehouse. We decided na magpunta sa SM Marilao para maglibot sandali bago kami umuwi. Pero because of some reasons, Rachelle, Regina and I decided na mauna na kami dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa SM, nagpunta kami sa sinehan. Balak kasi namin manood ng movie. We ended up watching d’ Lucky Ones. It was really a funny movie! Kaso, nakakawalang gana tumawa ng malakas, kasi konti lang ang tao, tapos kami lang ang tumatawa. Pero ang mas nakakatawa, ang ticket namin dun lang sa baba, pero pumunta kami dun sa taas. Mas maganda kasi ang view dun. Hehe.. dun pa kami sa gitna.. yehey..&lt;br /&gt; After that, tinext ako ni Anna , magkita daw kami sa Watsons. After nun umuwi na kami. Tapos, konting swimming lang, then umuwi na kami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-114560713226489990?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/114560713226489990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=114560713226489990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114560713226489990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114560713226489990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/04/outing-ng-hood.html' title='Outing ng HOOD'/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-114545393656839827</id><published>2006-04-19T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T21:38:56.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes! Nagawa ko ang blog ko!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;nakakatuwa naman..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;naayos ko ang blog ko..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;naabutan ko kanina si mami (jenny) sa ym.. tinanong ko kung pano gumawa.. at tinuruan nya ko..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mami.. tenkyu sa patience mo sakin kanina..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aylabyu!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bukas na lang ulet!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tell you more tomorrow!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;see yah! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-114545393656839827?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/114545393656839827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=114545393656839827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114545393656839827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114545393656839827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/04/yes-nagawa-ko-ang-blog-ko.html' title='Yes! Nagawa ko ang blog ko!!!'/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-114441578602288303</id><published>2006-04-07T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T21:06:12.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;art of letting go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Put away the pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Put away the memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I put over and over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Through my tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I've held them till I'm blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;They kept my hope alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;As if somehow that I'd keep you here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Once you believed in a love forever more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;How do you leave it in a drawer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Now here it comes, the hardest part of all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Unchain my heart that's holding on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;How do I start to live my life alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Guess I'm just learning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Learning the art of letting go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Try to say it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Say the word goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;But each time it catches in my throat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Your still here in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;And I can't set you free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So I hold on to what I wanted most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Maybe someday we'll be friend's forever more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Wish I could open up that door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Now here it comes, the hardest part of all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Unchain my heart that's holding on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;How do I start to live my life alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Guess I'm just learning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Learning the art of letting go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Watching us fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;What can I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;But try to make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;the pain of one more day without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Where do I start, to live my life alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I guess I'm learning, only learning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Learning the art of letting go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--last post for today.. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-114441578602288303?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/114441578602288303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=114441578602288303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114441578602288303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114441578602288303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/04/art-of-letting-go-put-away-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-114441562056371822</id><published>2006-04-07T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T21:08:06.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;whew.. ang tagal ko hndi nakapag post!! baket??!!! kasi nag friendster ako nang nag friendster. kasi tuwing magbubukas ako, palaging may message o kaya testi. kaya nape-preoccupy ako nung mga bagay na yun. anyway.. hay graduate na ako..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabe, parang hindi ako makapaniwala.. parang kelan lang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember the first time i set foot on quesci.. maraming tao.. puro strangers, wla akong kakilala.. then i met my first friend.&lt;br /&gt;first year.. first ..filipino week presentation..&lt;br /&gt;..carol fest..&lt;br /&gt;..foundation day.. na kasabay ng pagsali ko sa cheering squad ng freshmen..&lt;br /&gt;..math week..&lt;br /&gt;hay.. dito ko nameet ang mga friends ko for life..&lt;br /&gt;.. at dito ko rin na experience ang makipag away sa teacher na sobrang unreaonable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second year&lt;br /&gt;dito ko na meet ang first and second barkada ko..&lt;br /&gt;ang &lt;strong&gt;**&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;- bawal sabihin at &lt;strong&gt;eLGee&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;- kung ano ang meaning, well, bawal din sabihin.&lt;br /&gt;ang mga forever friends ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third year&lt;br /&gt;dito ko na meet ang super bestfriend, sobrang bestfriend at napakabestfriend ko. ang dami no?? &lt;strong&gt;GCs&lt;/strong&gt;!! labyu!! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;ayan.. dito rin , naging top 1 ako ng class.. dito rin ako naka 97 sa math, at 96 sa physics. sayang lang at hindi na un naulit ngayong fourth year.. pero ok lang, line of 9 ang mga grades ko, except sa research..(grr!)&lt;br /&gt;dito rin kami nag champion sa basketball.. grabe, hehe.. exciting yun. ano pa?? first time ko makarating ng up dahil sa research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourth year&lt;br /&gt;the best barkada!!! &lt;strong&gt;the hood&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;ang year kung kelan meron talagang "cheating arrangement".. totoo!! talagang naka arrange.. at walang pumapalya, except nung si epal na banday ang nag bantay sa amin.. naglist pa ng mga nakita daw nyang nagcheat.. haayy..wla namang nahuli, dahil mababait kami..&lt;br /&gt;pero, wala talagang tatalo kay sir toledo- ang aming mahal na adviser- pag nagbantay si sir toledo tuwing perio, kapag sinabi na niya na "&lt;strong&gt;sabi sa inyo, bata pa kayo eh!&lt;/strong&gt;" dalawa lang ibig sabihin nyan-may nakita siyang nangongopya &lt;strong&gt;at&lt;/strong&gt; pwede nang magkopyahan. kahit saang test, sabihin mo lang sa mga taong nakapaligid sayo "&lt;strong&gt;pst.. # _"&lt;/strong&gt; ibibigay ang sagot sa iyo. naalala ko, nung perio nung first quarter, kitang kita mo sa lahat ng parts ng klasrum, nagkokopyahan ang lahat. at teacher namin?? wala, nakatingin sa labas. at walang laglagan. united ang darwin 4 pagdating dyan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay, lagot na ko nito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da best ang 4th yr.. grabe.. kung bakit, basta. isa sa reason ang hood.. ang saya saya ng hood. ang mga taong hindi ko ine-expect na makikilala ko at makakausap, naging bestfriends ko pa. nakakamiss sila, grabe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hood!! i mishu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salamat sa mga bestfriends ko:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anna k&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rachelle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;regina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dianne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;daben&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clawe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ate jacy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joyce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zoe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;francis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;isa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rachel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anna g&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nadine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oneil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jezzy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rowell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cynthia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;katz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jowie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nyssa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mik&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at sa lahat ng nakalimutan ko, sorry.. pero thank you sa mga moments natin together.. i love you all very much!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kita kits tayo sa college!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quesci, thank you sa pagkupkop sa akin at sa aking mga friends. hndi ko makakalimutan lahat ng moments ko sa loob nito. dahil dito, i am where i am today. thank you. sobra.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-114441562056371822?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/114441562056371822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=114441562056371822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114441562056371822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114441562056371822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/04/whew.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-114441274568630809</id><published>2006-04-07T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T21:10:39.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Waw.. tgal bago ako makapagupdate. Kasi, hndi masyadong “kakaiba” ang mga pangayayari sa buhay (naks!) ko. Anyway, this is what happened for the past 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;March 24- Nothing much happened. We went to pizza hut for lunch. Kasi reg has to check if her mom’s credit card still works. And it did. But we didn’t do all this lamon stuff, kasi nga we’re still not sure if the card works, and we’re sort of short of cash. So we just ordered a pizza. And iced tea. Then we continued our pangt-trip dun sa pizza hut. We think the waiter that served us was kinda pissed off kasi ayaw na nya kami pansinin after we’ve paid. After that. We rang the bell. We’re satisfied anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Then there’s this dinner. The dinner that was supposed to be for us and our parents, not our teachers. Wow. We paid for them. But because anna k, anna g and I had this bonding session at the soccer field, we missed the first part of the dinner. When we got back I saw that they had this karaoke machine and it was available for everyone. And you can sing for free!! Goodness. We finished our food and the picture-taking and then we sang. We almost never let go of the mic, if not for hazel announcing that we could get our up confirmation slip at the guidance office. Sayang. After that, we sort of went around the school to do some ghost-hunting, though we didn’t find any. We just saw some sweet moments.&lt;br /&gt;After we dropped rachelle off the bus station, we decided to go home. And guess whom we saw inside the bus? Cza and Jay! I was really stunned to see them. We talked on the way home, and Jay even paid for my trike fare. Haha.. one word-thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 31- Graduation. Nothing happened. Its sooooo boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 3- kuhanan ng card. I got my card, got depressed by my grades. (I passed anyway!) and then we went to bk to eat lunch. We had to go to up dil because rachelle has to submit her confirmation letter. Then nag foodtrip na kami. Tapos nanood ng tao sa sunken. Haay.. ang mga feeling talaga. Pinagtripan tuloy namin! Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;Then nung tapos na kami kumain, bumaba na kami. Si rachelle, ayaw bumaba kasi naka heels daw siya. Tapos inalalayan sya ni joy. Kaso , maharot kami kaya ayun. Something unexpected happened. Rachelle, I’ll tell it na, natawa ka naman din eh! Hehe. Nadapa sya. Oo, si rachelle. Pero I think it wasn’t that hard kasi grass. Pero nasira ung sandals nya. And we had to fix it right away. Good thing, when I fumbled inside my bag, I had this pins. Ayun, naayos naman. Pero nagpunta na rin kami kila reg para kumuha ng slippers. And para humiram na rin ng books. Tapos umuwi na ko. Kapagod ang araw na to. My feets hurts-grabe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-114441274568630809?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/114441274568630809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=114441274568630809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114441274568630809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114441274568630809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/04/waw.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-114250055242475530</id><published>2006-03-16T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T17:15:52.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;in the states, people think of blondes as if they were the dumbest people alive. so, they came up with blonde jokes. i would like to share some of these blonde jokes, not because i believe that they are really dumb, but because i find these jokes funny. if you are a blonde and insulted by these jokes, please change the word blonde to whatever noun or adjective that you wish, but please, exclude the word Tricia. thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;--Two blondes were driving along a road by a wheat field when they saw a blonde in the middle of the field rowing a row boat.The driver blonde turned to her friend and said "You know - it's blondes like that that give us a bad name!"To this, the other blonde replies "I know it, and if I knew how to swim, I'd go out there and drown her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--A blonde who got a fishing rod for her birthday decided to go ice fishing to make good use of her gift. Early the next morning, she got all her gear together and headed out to the ice.When she reached her final destination, she cut a large hole in the ice and dipped the rod in. Then suddenly she heard a voice that said: "There are no fish in there".So she moves to another spot and cuts another hole, but then the same voice spoke again and told her there were no fish in there.So she moves again, and the voice tells her there are no fish in there. So she looks up and sees an irritated man staring down at her."How do you know there are no fish there?" asks the blonde.So the man cooly says "Well first of all, this is a hockey rink, and second of all, you're going to have to pay for those holes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--There once was a blonde who was very tired of blonde jokes and insults directed at her intelligence.So, she cut and dyed her hair, got a make-over, got in her car, and began driving around in the country.Suddenly, she came to a herd of sheep in the road. She stopped her car and went over to the shepherd who was tending to them."If I can guess the exact number of sheep here, will you let me have one?" she asked.The shepherd, thinking this was a pretty safe bet, agreed."You have 171 sheep," said the blonde in triumph.Surprised, the shepherd told her to pick out a sheep of her choice.She looked around for a while and finally found one that she really liked.She picked it up and was petting it when the shepherd walked over to her and asked, "if I can guess your real hair color, will you give me my sheep back?"The blonde thought it was only fair to let him try. "You're a blonde! Now give me back my dog."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--A brunette and a blonde are walking along in a park one morning.Suddenly, the brunette notices a dead bird. "Awww, look at the dead birdie," she says sadly.The blonde stops, looks up into the sky, and says, "Where? Where?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--A dumb blonde was standing in front of a soda machine outside of a local store. After putting in sixty cents, a root beer pops out of the machine. She set it on the ground, puts sixty more cents into the machine, and pushes another button; suddenly, a coke comes out the machine!She continued to do this until a man waiting to use the machine became impatient. "Excuse me, can I get my soda and then you can go back to whatever stupid thing you are doing?"The blonde turns around and says, "Yeah right! I'm not giving up this machine while I'm still winning!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--A blonde was recently fired from an M&amp;M factory for throwing away Ws and peeling the shells on the candies. Therefore, she needed a new job to support herself. After going around town asking if anyone needed work done, she found a man who needed a painter."I'm here for the paint job," she said."Alright," said the man. "Here is the paint and your brush. I want you to paint my porch behind the house."The blonde immediately went to work painting. Within an hour, she was done and decided to put on a second coating.After she finished, she returned to the man for her pay. She said with satisfaction, "I not only completed the job, but I even put on two coats of paint! By the way, that isn't a porsche out back. It's a new BMW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ok.. next post na ung iba..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-114250055242475530?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/114250055242475530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=114250055242475530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114250055242475530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114250055242475530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/03/in-states-people-think-of-blondes-as.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-114242155076792273</id><published>2006-03-15T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T21:11:43.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ang saya ng araw na to.. well, mejo boring nga lang.. kasi wala naman kami maxadong ginawa sa skul.. actually &lt;strong&gt;wala&lt;/strong&gt; talaga kaming ginaw sa skul. tumambay lang kami sa gazebo, pinagusapan ang outing ng da hood. sa planning stage pa lang, excited na ko. pano pa kaya dun sa mismong araw na? kaso, malaki ang problema.. hindi pa ako pinapayagan. kailangan ko pang i email ang papa ko, na miles away ang layo mula dito sa kinauupuan ko, para magpaalam. sa kanya kasi ang huling desisyon. kung ano ang sagot nya, un din ang sagot ko, pero xempre kung hindi ko magustuhan ung sagot nya, konting pilit pa... hehe.. ayun. sa bulacan ang outing namin. at ang assigned sa aking food? sandwich. mawala man sa menu o hindi, hindi na nila un mararamdaman. sana ta laga.. payagan ako. tutal, apat na taon din akong naghirap, panahon na para magpakasaya. pagkatapos naman nito, apat na taon uli ng hirap. apat na taon na maaari pang madagdagan kung itutuloy ko ang planong maging isang magaling, sikat at magandang doktor (xempre pang epal na lang ung maganda, kasi maganda na ako eh) &lt;em&gt;sana talaga payagan ako&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinauwi na kami ng mga 3&lt;?&gt; ata un.. nanlibre si niña sa mcdo, kaya nagbonding pa kami nina anna k, regina at niña doon. andami naming napagusapan! grabe! ganun ang mga masaya kausap. ung isang topic napupunta sa ibat ibang subtopics. haha. ang mga napagusapan namin: ung mga koreanovela na gusto namin; tapos ung mga music videos ni vic zhou. tapos ung ibat ibang kissing scene, tulad nung kila jessie at justin na walang kalatuy-latoy at walang spark, parang hindi sila in love sa isat isa; ung kila sanchai at dao ming si na halos ayaw ko nang panoorin sa sobrang grabe; ung kila samsoon at cyrus na hindi ko maxadong na enjoy dahil nakayakap si samsoon sa leeg ni cyrus at natatakpan ang mga mukha nila; at iba pa na hindi maganda kaya hindi ko na tinandaan.&lt;br /&gt;pinagusapan din namin ang lovapalooza, pero dahil hindi naman kami in love sa kasalukuyan at wala naman kaming pakialam sa mga taong nagpa tv para lang maghalikan, hindi na namin tinapos ang usapan, lumipat na kami sa iba.&lt;br /&gt;napagusapan namin ang ibat ibang bagay tungkol sa mga pamilya namin, pati ang mga trabaho ng mga tatay namin nadamay. pati nga ung gf ng kuya ni niña na itago na lang natin sa pangalang "inday" nadamay sa usapan namin.&lt;br /&gt;mejo natagalan talaga kami sa mcdo kasi hinihintay ni regina ung ka meet nya para din sa kimsamsoon nya na cd. sana nakuha nya. para mahiram ko na. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;paguwi ko sa bahay, nandun si mommy (hindi sya ang mama ko,tita ko siya, naksanayan ko lang na mami ang itawag sa kanya) nagkkwento tungkol sa isang estudyante na hindi ggraduate sa taong ito. hay. pano ba naman, pasado nga, akala ko naman, 85,83, un pala &lt;strong&gt;77&lt;/strong&gt;! potek! tapos nagco-complain pa xa, 'may &lt;strong&gt;81 &lt;/strong&gt;nga sa card e, dapat grumaduate un!' haha! nagulat ako. pero narealize ko rin, public pala un. ang passing &lt;strong&gt;75&lt;/strong&gt;. kaya aun, ipaglalaban daw ang karapatan. (paalala: hindi ko po pinsan ung nagco-complain, kaklase ng pinsan ko. pero alam ko, mas malala dun ang pinsan ko. pero wag ka, ggraduate ng elem ang pinsan ko ngaung 2006.)&lt;br /&gt;aun. sabi ni lala magpapaturo daw xa. perio kasi nya bukas. sabi ko, wag na xa mag aral. pero gc eh! gusto mamaintain ang kanyang &lt;em&gt;honor&lt;/em&gt; kaya sabi ko sige mamaya, pag gulong ng palad na. tapos nag net ako. pagtingin ko sa likod ko, tulog na! naghihilik pa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero gising na xa ngaun, kaya kailangan ko nang umalis at ire-review ko pa tong kumag na to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-114242155076792273?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/114242155076792273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=114242155076792273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114242155076792273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114242155076792273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/03/ang-saya-ng-araw-na-to.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-114241965043353185</id><published>2006-03-15T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T21:12:15.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;haay.. heto ako, naggagala sa internet.. oo, literal na naggagala ako.. kahit anong site pu2ntahan ko talaga, basta kahit anong pumasok sa isip ko. nanjan ung nagtake ako ng mensa test, oo nga pala, ang mensa ay samahan ng mga taong henyo kung saan kailangan mong dumaan sa isang &lt;em&gt;supervised&lt;/em&gt; test at kung maabot mo ang 98% ng test ay maaari ka nang maging myembro. kanina, parang sample lang ung kinuha ko, hindi pa talaga un official. kailangan sagutan ang test sa loob ng 30 mins. e ako, as usual, nasa nature na ng isang xientian ang pag shotgun, kaya ayun, shinotgun ko ang mga tanong na hindi ko alam ang sagot. sa una, xempre, bagsakers, 2 out of 30. pero nung sineryoso ko na, 20 put of 30. aba, malaki daw ang tsansa ko na pumasa at maging isang myembro ng mensa. (known members of mensa: sir lorenzo &amp;amp; mica papa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pabalik balik ako sa friendster.. hindi ko alam kung bakit. kasi naghahanap ako ng surveys. may sakit kasi si miles (get well soon!!), sa kanya galing ung mga surveys ko dati. tska naghahanap din ako ng mga kakilala ko dati. pag wala nang magawa, alis na ako ulet sa fster.&lt;br /&gt;punta naman ako sa blog ko. tinging kung may bagong tag. ang latest, galing kay tricia. ako yun. kaya alis ako ulet.&lt;br /&gt;punta sa yahoo.. search..search results.. click.. bagong site.. tingin..tingin..tingin.. mabo-bore.. alis&lt;br /&gt;punta ulit sa blog ko. punta sa links. click ung links. punta sa ibang blog. pag nagustuhan ko ung mga nakalagay sa blog nila, nagta-tag ako. pag hindi, tingin sa links nila at hanap ng may kwentang blog... mabo-bore ako ulet. alis na..&lt;br /&gt;sign in sa ym.. hanap ng online... punta sa chatrum.. sa us para walang pilipino..&lt;br /&gt;ako&gt;hei&lt;br /&gt;siya&gt;hi.. asl pls&lt;br /&gt;ako&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;siya&gt;talaga? ako taga baguio..&lt;br /&gt;shakness.. lumayo na nga para walang kababayan, pero ano to? baguio? sang lupalop ng mundo meron pang baguio? shax talaga...&lt;br /&gt;sign out na sa ym..&lt;br /&gt;punta sa site ng up.. tingin tingin.. wala lang.. alis na ulet..&lt;br /&gt;punta ulit sa friendster.. tingin ng profile ng mga tao.. wala na magawa.. alis na..&lt;br /&gt;punta sa blogger.. type ng entry sa blog.. at ito na un.. dito na magsisimula ang totoong kwento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-114241965043353185?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/114241965043353185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=114241965043353185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114241965043353185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114241965043353185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/03/haay.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-114231775766587547</id><published>2006-03-14T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T21:13:39.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;masyadong matagal bago ako nakapost dito ha! pano, wla nmn maxadong magandang pangayayari..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nag achievement test lang kami, aun.. o sige nga, anong interesting dun? sige nga? sige nga?! sabihin mo!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buti pa, chapter 4 na lang tau. mejo natagalan din no, bgo ako nakapag post ng chapter 4. heto ang mga dahilan:&lt;br /&gt;1)tinatamad ako&lt;br /&gt;2) ginawa ko pa ang bukbuking project namin sa astro&lt;br /&gt;3)wala akong maisip na mgandang punchlines recently&lt;br /&gt;4) teka, may punchlines ba sa kwento ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eto na nga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tantananantanan!*&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chapter 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nag leave sa trabaho si moy moy. marami daw xang kailangang ausin sa buhay nya. kaya aun, naiwan si toni, balisa at walang kibo sa pagkawala ni moymoy. xempre, para may appearance na naman siya, dumating si potpot.&lt;br /&gt;pot&gt;oi.. musta? o, sino hinahanap mo at nagkakandahaba na yang leeg mo?&lt;br /&gt;toni&gt;(nagkakandahaba ang leeg) si moy.. shh! wag ka maingay! baka may makarinig!&lt;br /&gt;pot&gt;sira! teka, musta ung bisyo mo?&lt;br /&gt;toni&gt; ok naman.. bisyo pa rin..&lt;br /&gt;pot&gt; hay naku, di bale, isang buwan na lang naman diba?&lt;br /&gt;toni&gt; oo, isang buwan na lang.&lt;br /&gt;Lingid sa kaalaman nila, nakikinig pala ang isa nilang kasamahan sa trabaho, na pangalanan na lang nating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;officem8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabi ni officem8 sa kanila&lt;br /&gt;officem8&gt; oi toni, ano yang bisyo mo ha?&lt;br /&gt;toni&gt; oi, ikaw pala, wag ka maingay ha?&lt;br /&gt;officem8&gt; oo.. ako pa..&lt;br /&gt;toni&gt; *bulong..bulong..bulong..*&lt;br /&gt;officem8&gt; ANO?! HUWATT??!! un ang bisyo mo?&lt;br /&gt;toni&gt; oo.. wag ka ngang maingay! baka may makarinig sayo!&lt;br /&gt;officem8&gt; wlang makakarinig sa akin, tau lng ang characters dito eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayun.. simula noon, tatlo na silang nakakaalam ng bisyo ni toni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagkalipas ng ilang araw..&lt;br /&gt;toni&gt; lalalalalalala..&lt;br /&gt;pot&gt; oi!&lt;br /&gt;toni&gt; o ikaw pala!&lt;br /&gt;pot&gt; aba, mukang masaya ka ngaun ha!&lt;br /&gt;toni&gt; oo nman.. pot.. wala na akong bisyo!!!&lt;br /&gt;pot&gt; weh.. hindi nga!&lt;br /&gt;toni&gt; oo nga! pramis! wahahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;pot&gt; bat ganon? ung pagtawa mo parang pang may bisyo pa rin?&lt;br /&gt;toni&gt; waha.. ganyan tlaga sa umpisa.. mawawala din to eventually.&lt;br /&gt;pot&gt;congrats!&lt;br /&gt;officem8&gt; congrats!&lt;br /&gt;wla lang, napadaan lang si officem8 para may part xa sa final episode. tama, final episode na. ano pang ik-kwento ko, e wala nang bisyo si toni?pero wag kau magalala, season 1 palang yan. at pag may season 1, siguradong may season 2. kaya may bago na uling series, next week pa dahil matagal ang usapan tungkol sa storyline at kung sino ang magdi-direk. nagkaproblema rin sa producers at may kaunting (kaunti lang naman) problema sa publicity. dapat talaga bukas ang release pero dahil showing pa rin ang close to you, na delay ito at malamang ay sa susunod na linggo na lang. sige, hanggang sa muli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pahabol*&lt;br /&gt;wala na talaga si moymoy sa final episode.. pero sa susunod na season, baka mag special appearance xa dun. may bago na ring karir si toni, pati si potpot. kay officem8.. a.. ewan.. bahala na ang management sa kanya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-114231775766587547?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-114205610949211792</id><published>2006-03-11T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T13:48:29.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;haha.. i recieved a new testi from a friend.. shax sobrang windang ako..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;anyway, wla lng mya ko na i post ung chapter 4 ha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-114205610949211792?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/114205610949211792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=114205610949211792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114205610949211792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114205610949211792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/03/haha_10.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-114183066047686399</id><published>2006-03-08T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T21:14:33.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;haha.. eto na ang chpter 3!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may special project ang tatlo, namely, toni potpot moymoy, kaya natagalan sila. kaso, sa sobrang pasaway nitong si potpot, naasar tuloy ang boss nila kaya nagstay muna siya at ipinaulit sa kanya ang buong gawain. kaya pinauna na niya sina moymoy at toni (shax!)&lt;br /&gt;tapos, habang pauwi, wala sa kani-kanilang sarili sina moy moy at toni. si moy, hindi ko alam ang iniisip. siyempre, isip nya un eh, hindi akin. ung kay toni, naiisip niya, 'nakakainis, pano ko ngaun titigilan ang bisyo ko?' ...pano ko nalaman? hehe.. &lt;em&gt;Girls get it&lt;/em&gt;! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. nakapagusap pa naman sila ng matino, kahit minsan hindi nagmi-meet ang thoughts nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pag uwi ni toni sa bahay ang nasabi nya.. "ayoko pa itigil ang bisyo. Mahirap kasi. Masakit sa katawan, pero kakayanin.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*paalala..&lt;br /&gt;ang bisyo ni toni ay hindi cocaine, shabu o ano mang pinagbabawal na gamot. alam kong masama sa bata ang mga ganun, lalo na sa matatanda. Ito po ay isang variable (read: pampalit sa mga bagay na unknown o mga bagay na ayaw mong ipaalam). parang pang fill-in-the-blanks. ganun. pinapaalala ko lang kasi baka hulihin ako ng pulis, sabihin nag-eencourage pa ako mag bisyo ang mga kabataan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-114183066047686399?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/114183066047686399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=114183066047686399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114183066047686399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114183066047686399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/03/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-114182895679241238</id><published>2006-03-08T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T21:15:13.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;haaayyyy... ang gulo ng blog ko. anyway..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kanina, nagpunta dito sila tito edick at tita mau, kasama si madison, ung pinsan ko.&lt;br /&gt;hay.. saya tlga ng family semi-reunions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, ano ba ang nangyari kanina?&lt;br /&gt;nag cat kami.. last na un. actually wala masyadong maganda nangyari kanina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya ayun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ay oo nga pala! pasado ako sa chem.. akala namin ni anna k kukuha pa kami ng quiz e, un pla hindi na kailangan. kaya kami nina zoe at francis, ksama si anna k, nag stay muna kami sa field, tapos, aba! hindi natakot! nag pusoy dos sa gitan ng field!! haha..&lt;br /&gt;tapos lumipat kami sa gazebo... tapos nagkwentuhan kami tungkol sa elem days namen. haha.. ang saya mag reminisce.. back to the good ol' days when we were still young and innocent.. with nothing in mind but fun and games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos nanood ako ng sam soon..&lt;br /&gt;waahh!!! ang gwapo ni cyrus!! ang gwapo talaga! haha!!! lalo na nung nakatingin siya kay samsoon.. ahhhhh!!! ang gwapo.. siguro kung ako si sam soon, i won't resist the temptation at all.. aaahh... he's so cute. oo &lt;strong&gt;in love na ako sa kanya&lt;/strong&gt;. oo totoo yan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-114182895679241238?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/114182895679241238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=114182895679241238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114182895679241238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114182895679241238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/03/haaayyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-114174814573199514</id><published>2006-03-07T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T21:15:48.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;hay.. eto tuloy ko na ung kwento ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chapter 2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nag bigay ng advise si potpot kay toni.. (eto na, isa na sa mga bida si potpot!!)&lt;br /&gt;ang sabi nya:&lt;br /&gt;pot2x&gt;toni, tigilan mo na yan&lt;br /&gt;toni&gt;ha? ung alin?&lt;br /&gt;pot2&gt;ung alam mo na.. ung bisyo mo&lt;br /&gt;toni&gt;e.. prang mahirap ata un a!&lt;br /&gt;pot2&gt;hindi.. u just have to learn the art of letting go..&lt;br /&gt;toni&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mapagisip2 ni toni na tama na nga, nakasasama sa baga, atay, puso, bituka, utak, mata, ilong, paa, tuhod, balikat, ulo, etc...in short, nakakasama sa katawan at sa buo mong pagkatao ang bisyo.&lt;br /&gt;nung gabing yun, natulog si toni na buo ang pasya. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ayoko na sa bisyo..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang kaso, pagkagising nya kinabukasan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toni&gt; gud morning!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang ganda ng panaginip ni toni. kung tungkol saan, hindi ko rin alam. una, dahil kanyang panaginip un, at pangalawa, malamang tulog ako nung mga oras na un at nananaginip ng sarili kong panaginip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;balik tau sa kwento..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naisip ni toni na ayaw pa niya. palilipasin nya muna ang isang buwan bago nya tuluyang alisin sa kanyang sistema ang salot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaso, ang isang buwan, mukhang mae-extend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagdating ni toni sa trabaho, nakita nya si moy moy. nagkwentuhan sila, at lumapit pa si moy sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moy2&gt;hi!&lt;br /&gt;toni&gt;hi!(ngiti..ngiti..ngiti..)&lt;br /&gt;moy&gt; oi ano pinapagawa ni boss?&lt;br /&gt;toni&gt; ha? hindi ko alam e, kadarating ko lang din..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay.. sabi ni toni sa sarili, pano ko magagawang kalimutan ang bisyo, ito mismo ang lumalapit sa akin? pesteng mga pusher yan! grr...&lt;br /&gt;kahit saan magpunta si toni, naaalala at nakikita nya ang bisyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya ayun, malapit nang matapos ang araw, mabisyo pa rin si toni. buti na lang, nandun ang kaibigan nyang si potpot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pot2&gt;ano? akala ko ba..&lt;br /&gt;toni&gt; di ko pa kaya..&lt;br /&gt;pot2&gt;ano nangyayari sayo, bat mukha kang malungkot?&lt;br /&gt;toni&gt; ewan.. withdrawal syndrome ata..&lt;br /&gt;pot2&gt; sige.. basta pag di mo kaya, tawagan mo ko ha, ako mismo maghahatid sau sa rehab.. im just a phone call away!&lt;br /&gt;toni&gt; salamat ha.. andami mo nang natulong sakin.. hindi ba sobra na ung ikaw pa ang maghatid sa akin?&lt;br /&gt;pot2&gt;ok lng un.. basta gumaling ka lang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yung chapter 3, bukas na lang. tulog na yata silang tatlo eh, kaya walang kwento. unless gusto nyong gisingin ko pa sila..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayoko nga! matutulog pa ko no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-114174814573199514?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/114174814573199514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=114174814573199514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114174814573199514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114174814573199514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/03/hay.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-114165953286954155</id><published>2006-03-06T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T21:16:38.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;nakakainis talaga si sam!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kwento muna ako tungkol sa journey nina moymoy, toni at potpot...&lt;br /&gt;ito ang series na pwede nyong abangan sa blog ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kanina kasi sa mall kasama ni moymoy si toni tska si potpot. tpos maraming tao. kaya ayun, muntik nang mahulog si toni, kaya sabi ni moymoy, dito ka na lang toni. (oo nga pala, babae si toni, lalaki sina potpot at moymoy) tapos may dumaan sa likod ni toni. inakbayan tuloy ni moy si toni. si pot naman, wala.. extra.. hehe.. hinde, mamaya malalaman nyo kung bakit may pot jan, at kung bakit pot ang pangalan nya. tapos si toni, hindi maabot ung something sa taas. kaya si moy, nakakapit na lang kay toni. (kinikilig na ba kayo??!! ako, hindi pa eh.. teka..) tapos, pagkatapos ng 2 minuto, nagpaalam na si toni. hindi niya matiis, gusto nya sabihin kay moy: "moy, bitawan mo nga ako! kung mahulog naman ako, hindi mo naman ako masasalo diba?". pero sa mga oras na un, ninanamnam pa ni toni ang mga sandali na nakaakbay si moy sa kanya. tsaka, sabihin man nya, alam niya na hindi maiintindihan ni moymoy ang mga nangyayari. habang naglalakad si toni palayo, kakaiba ang ngiti ni pot sa kanya (gusto ko lang po i-clear, hindi po masamang tao si pot.. basta nga.. malalaman nyo rin kung bakit.. hindi rin po siya manyak at wala siyang pagnanasa kay toni.. kaibigan lang po ang turing nila sa isat isa)&lt;br /&gt;(ayan.. eto na ang part ni potpot)&lt;br /&gt;kinausap ni potpot si toni kinabukasan...&lt;br /&gt;ayun.. bukas pa eh! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*this is a fiction. kung may parehas mang kwento, sorry po. kung wala, di masaya! hehe.. god bless.. peace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-114165953286954155?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/114165953286954155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=114165953286954155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114165953286954155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114165953286954155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/03/nakakainis-talaga-si-sam-kwento-muna.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-114165830677592546</id><published>2006-03-06T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T23:18:26.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;hahahaha!!! ang saya saya ng araw ko!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9am&lt;/strong&gt;-ngkaroon ng talk galing sa gabriela. gabriela.. samahan ng mga feminist. hindi ako nkinig masaydo. mejo lng. mejo lng kc nandun ung teacher ko nung grade 4. nakakahiya naman kung makita nya ko na nakikipagkwentuhan lang. anyway, meron nmn akong naintindihan. yung tungkol sa mga rally nila. ayun. andami naming napagusapan ni regina. siguro kasi &lt;em&gt;sobrang&lt;/em&gt; bored na kami. tulad nung sa mga pinapa-pin nila sa amin. naisipan naming gumawa ng spoof sa mga iyon. bestseller tlga ung:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"itigil ang karahasan sa kababaihan"--dadagdagan namin. gagawin naming ganito:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Itigil ang karahasan sa kababaihan, simulan ang karahasan sa kalalakihan!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;--woohoo!!!.. (ayan na si bonifacio!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;eto pa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"yes to gender equality" --dadagdagan din namin yan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes to gender equality, isulong ang karapatan naming manlalake!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes to gender equality, kalahating babae, kalahating lalake!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes to gender equality, may karapatan din kaming manligaw!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;--haha.. ang desperate namin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hindi ko na ilalagay ang mga sumunod.. sobrang pantasya na yun, baka hindi nyo ma-gets. basta, involved dun ang mga lalake sa koreanovelas. at ang intensiyon naming.. basta. sa amin na lang ni regina un.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1pm&lt;/strong&gt;-may talk (diba pwedeng scream?) naman tungkol sa ROTC o (hindi ko pla alm ibig sabihin nun!). Nakakatakot. baka kasi bigla akong barilin nung opisyal dun sa conference. Tapos si clawe, ang kulit. akala ko nga tututukan na siya nung isang officer e. kasi jinowktaym lang nya ung mga tanong. (kahit kami, joke lng ung cel at phone #s.) ayun. sinabi lang nila na masaya daw sa rotc, ung iba sa sponsor(?) ay akala gf ng mga cadets, nagaassemble sila ng m-16 sa loob ng 5 segundo... marami pa. Nakakatuwa ang mga sinasabi.. ni ana k. hindi ako nakinig maxado. kasi nga hindi naman talaga ako interesado sa pagiging isang sundalo. Maski sa cat, napipilitan lang ako. kung hindi lang required, hindi ako aattend. ayoko matusta sa ilalim ng araw. pero sabi nga ng alter-ego ko sa akin, baka sakaling may mapulot akong kahit kaunting disiplina pag nag cat ako. salamat sa mga Ccpt namen, meron akong natutunan kahit papano. Sir,unity,sir! (oi.. pengeng merits!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.45pm&lt;/strong&gt;-hindi ko sigurado ung time. basta alam ko pagkatapos ng rotc talk pinapunta ang bravo platoon sa may flagpole na napunta sa square bench. pagdating namin dun, nagagalit si faith.  basta.. amin na lang yun. (sir, military secrecy, sir!!) ayun. tapos sabi ni malana dun daw kami sa canteen magtest. habang nagtetest kami, nagbibigay sila ng sagot. pati kami, nagkokpyahan na(sana walang makabasang teacher!) ayun. tapos bukas magdadala kami ng pagkain. ayun lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.15pm&lt;/strong&gt;-nagpunta kami ng mcdo. nagkwentuhan lang kami. nakakahiya nga dahil hindi naman kami bumili ng pagkain. napatambay lang kami. kasi nga! wala lang. ayun. nagka spill out-an na ng secrets. secret na rin namin un!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4pm&lt;/strong&gt;-practice kami for reader's theatre. asar! baki ba kasi maging si tita pa ang role ko?bakit kasi kailangan pa may role ako?! kailangan pa ng pesteng damdamin sa bawat salitang lalabas sa bibig mo. tapos kailangan pa ng facial expression.. hindi pa ba sapat ang ganda ko? (hehe.. yabang ko..) anyway, last na naman yun. ok na rin. at least, naka participate ako sa isang contest sa skul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.50pm&lt;/strong&gt;-nakapila na kami sa labas ng skul para manood ng play na god. ang haba ng pila. may sumisigaw na "stampede! stampede!". tapos nangha-harass kami ng mga taong singit, este, gusto palang sumingit. kaulad ni clawe. akala nya ha! hehe.. pagpasok namin, standing room only na lang. wala na eh. masyadong on time ang mga freshies. kami, patriotic. filipino time. nung nanood kami, sabi ni clawe sabay daw kami umuwi. tumango lang ako. play na.. ang ganda ng costumes! parang hindi pinagkagastusan! kaso, potek! wala akong marinig! walang sounds! para akong nanonood ng silent movie! tapos mejo lumakas kasi mic pala ung mga nakasabit du sa stage. mic na hindi gumagana! pero mejo nagandahan ako sa palabas kasi nakakatuwa si Mica, tsaka si Rachel. Ang galing talaga nila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.15pm&lt;/strong&gt;-tapos na ang play. pabkahatid ni daben kay rachelle bumalik siya para sabay din daw kami. nung uwian na, hinintay na namin si clawe. nagbilang ako, countdown from 60 to 1. pero naburo na kami sa kakahintay.. umabot na sa negative ang bilang ko.. wala pa rin! kaya ayun.. nakakahiya naman kila anna k at nina kung hihintayin pa namin si clawe. kaya ayun, umalis na kami. hindi na namin hinintay ang paimportanteng kumag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pag uwi ko, sa sobrang tuwa ko sa mga pangayayari, hinangin ung contact lens ko. sumakay ako sa trycicle na nakasara ang kaliwang mata. pag silip ko sa kaliwang mata ko, malabo! naku, naisip ko, nawawala ata ung contacts ko! kaya ayun.. paguwi ko hinanap ko kung nakasingit lang sa mata ko ung lens ko.. naiiyak na nga ako kasi baka mawala, bibili nanaman ako ng bago. haha!! ang bait ni lord! nandun nga sa gilid. kinuha ko na. tinanggal ko pati sa kanan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*hay.. sobrang bait talaga ni god!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-114165830677592546?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/114165830677592546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=114165830677592546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114165830677592546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114165830677592546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/03/hahahaha-ang-saya-saya-ng-araw-ko-9am.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-114156701062071561</id><published>2006-03-05T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T21:17:17.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kahapon.. saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nanood lng ako ng tv..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nanood ako ng:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lovely Day&lt;/strong&gt;--no comment.. ay meron pla. wLa n akong mpanood na iba. kaya ayun, na stuck ako sa panonood ng kwento tungkol sa panginip nina bea at gab. may isang story nga pla dun, 2ngkol sa paintball. naalala ko nung ngpaintball kmi sa ek ksma ung papa ko tska ung lolo ko at mga tito ko. at naalala ko rin, nung mga oras na un, nilalamig pa ko dahil pagabi na, at dalawang beses akong natapatan nung fountain sa rio grande. ang lamig. grabe. kaya ayun.. habang mainit ang bakbakan sa battle field, nandun ako s base nmin, nanginginig sa ginaw. pero hindi ko alam kung tsamba lng un o ang galing ko lang talaga. &lt;em&gt;nakalipat ako sa kabilang base&lt;/em&gt;. yun nga lang.. nung ubos na yung bala ko. ung mga kakampi ko, dinedepensahan pa ung base nmin. ako, wala.. spectator na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amazing Race 9&lt;/strong&gt;-this is a foreign program, so i have to speak english.. there are 11 teams with 2 members each. i am literally laughing my head off because of the "codenames" used in the show. the "einstein couple"-because the 2 of them are nerds. they really are. they are so..so..so weird!! "ken and barbie"-they are dating.. named barbie and ken cause the girl is blonde and they are pretty good looking. the eliminated team in that episode was the team of two gays.. coz they had a hard time putting the parts of a motorcycle together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sassy Girl Chun Hyang&lt;/strong&gt;--korean to. gustuhin ko man, hindi ako marunong magkorean. anyeong haseyo lng at kamsahamnida lang ang alam ko. ay may saranghe pa pala. pero kahit na. Tagalized naman to, pagbigyan nyo na ko. nakakakilig si marvin. Grabe. kahit nililibak na siya ng nanay ko, ok lang. Nakakainis si Czarina, gusto ko siya sabunutan, ingudngod yung mukha nya sa mga kalsada ng korea. Pero anong magagawa ko. isa pa, palabas lang yun. Si Xander.. potek. pano ba naging artista yun? Malinaw ba ang mga mata ng nakadiscover dun? bat baku-bako ang mukha? bagay nga siyang kontrabida. ang pangit nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wedding&lt;/strong&gt;-ito ung bago sa abs. tinignan ko lang, kasi nacu-cutan ako kay jang na ra. bat ganun ang mukha ni ryu si won? parang nakadrugs. ang payat! baket? hindi nmn ganun ang itsura nya dati ha?! &lt;feeling&gt;anyway, nakakatawa ang palabas dahil sa ka-kikay-an ni Sena &lt;jang&gt;. kaya pinanood ko rin xa ngaun. (Linggo po ngaun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*trivia:tumawag si daben habang nanonood ako. pinababa ko ang telepono. baket? dahil pinapanood ko nang sabay sabay ang chunhyang, amazing race at wedding. oo.. simultaneous yang tatlo. kung pano ko nagawa, sa akin na lang yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Game knb?&lt;/strong&gt;-sandali lng. kasi kumakain kmi ng lunch nung mga panahon na yun. natatawa ako sa mga ginawa ng mga magicians. hehe.. walang pumalpak sa magic. sa patawa, marami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little Big Star&lt;/strong&gt;--pagkagising ko, patapos na ang etk. LBS na. haha.. ito ang pinakaaabangan ko tuwing saturdays. kasi makikita ko na ung bf ko. si papa sam. haha. kaya lang, naghahanap pa pala sila ng wild card. kaya ayun, hindi kakanta si papa sam. Pero sa huli, pinresent na yung mga finalists. aaaahhhh!!! &lt;tili&gt;&lt;tili&gt;&lt;tili&gt;!! aaaa!! si papa sam!!! hahahaha!! ang gwapo mo! wala kang katulad! bakit mas matanda ako sau? baket?! di bale, age doesn't matter. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pinoy pop superstar&lt;/strong&gt;-nakakimbyerna ang damit ni regine velasquez. bat ba pagsusuot ng plunging at ballgown ang trip nya? wala nmn xang boobs, at baka pag nilagyan mo ng apoy ang ilalim ng gown nya, baka lumipad na xa tulad ng hot air balloon. anyway. isa lang masasabi ko. WALANG KWENTA ANG MGA CONTESTANTS. buti pa si aicelle. GO AICELLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bitoy's funniest home videos&lt;/strong&gt;-haha. isa lang din masasabi ko. NAKAKATAWA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;binibining pilipinas&lt;/strong&gt;-bat ganun. sabi nga ni mama, hindi daw pang contest ang mga mukha nila. pero it's so much better than ms. earth 2005. kasi nman.. sa ms. earth, sinong matutuwa kung mag drain ka ng pool at doon i present ang mga finalist na nakaswimsuit, tapos parang nang aakit ang mga pose. anong kinalaman nun sa kalikasan? anyway.. hindi ko natapos ang bb pinas. naiinis kasi ako. balak kong sumali, kaso, hindi ko maabot ang required na height. 5'4. asar. e ano nman kung petite ako? maganda naman! &lt;hehe..&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kailangan ko'y ikaw&lt;/strong&gt;-napanood ko na to, kaya hindi ko na pinagtuunan to ng pansin. naiinis ako sa mukha ni robin padilla. ang dumi. diba kailangan ng tao ang maligo? kahit maputi sya, ang dumi ng itsura nya. tapos nandun pa si regine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*in fairness to regine, napanood ko kanina yung honey, nasa langit na ba ako. ang ganda nya dun. tapos nakakatawa pa sila ni janno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last hirit na: nakakainis si rachelle ann go. parang nasapian simula nung magparetoke ng ilong. ang arte mag ingles, parang nakalulon ng webster's dictionary. asar! anong kinalaman ng ilong sa pagsasalita? nakakagulo ng isip. buti pa si sarah, kahit minsan jologs manamit, ok lang. hindi maarte, nakakatawa pa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-114156701062071561?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/114156701062071561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=114156701062071561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114156701062071561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114156701062071561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/03/kahapon.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-114140216231604500</id><published>2006-03-03T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T21:20:33.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hay nako.. si daben.. nagma-malfunction ang thyroid gland..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is not an ordinary day for me..&lt;br /&gt;kainis..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Division Achievement Test&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakainis! pumasok ako ng 6:30 am.. para xempre wag ma late..&lt;br /&gt;pag akyat ko sa rum.. hala! asan na ang mga chairs nmen? bkit prang dinaanan ng ipo ipo? ganito pla ng itsura ng rum nmen kpg wlng chairs.. ang dumi.. sino bang cleaners? ewan.. wla nmn ata. tksa isa pa, may cleaners nga, e asan ang walis?! ewan ba. pag tuesday (cleaner ako nun) khit gusto ko magwalis hindi ko mgwa kc missing in action ung mga walis nmin. tpos pagdating ko mahahamon na kagad si anna k ng pusoy. haha.. xempre, papipiliin mo ko, magwalis o magpusoy, xempre mag laro na! sino ba may gusto mging janitress ng klasrum gamit ang kamay? anyway, balik tayo sa DAT&lt;br /&gt;sabi ng mga tao sa paligid ko.. &lt;em&gt;"oi, kylngan dw ng lapis.. my lapis k b&lt;/em&gt;?".. kainis!! wla pa nman akong lapis! habang nahihintay ng kasabay, bumaba ako. natutulig ako sa mga tanong ng mga tao. "my lapis ka?" "peram pencil""my extra pencil ka?""borrow pencil""borrow lapis". waahh..!! wla p nmn ako mxado kkilala nung mga oras na yun. sabi nga nila: mga 'strangers' sa paningin&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. ayun n nga. umakyat ako ulit. dumating si daben, naghhanda pra sa b-day ng crush (joke lang!) nyang si batas. Tapos sunod2 na. cla boto, lara, clawe.. nagdatingan n cla. tpos c zoe. magh-hi p lng ako ang bungad n skin "kylngan b ng lapis?" ... grrr!! kaya ayun, sa ayaw ko't sa gusto, kylngan nming bumaba para lang mkabili ng lapis sa canteen. (ksbay n nmin si anna k nun) at pagbaba namin, hindi ko ine-expect ang mga sumunod na nagyari.. to quote kuya:&lt;strong&gt; WALANG LAPIS SA CANTEEN&lt;/strong&gt;!!! ayun.. wala. so anong ginawa namin? Naghanap kami. oo.. at sa mga oras na un, kapiling ng aking c2, at nga close friends, nag wish ako n sana, kung wla akong mapulot n lapis n kklat kalat, sana may mahulog from d skies. kaso wala.&lt;br /&gt;pero meron plng ibang bagay na binigay si god. si nadine at yssa. sila ang mga god-sent angels nmin ni zoe. meron silang lapis. oo MERON. waha.. ang saya.&lt;br /&gt;so.. 7:30 na. trenta minutos din ang ginugol nmin sa paghhanap ng pesteng lapis. pag akyat nmin pumasok na kami sa rum. dun ko nakita ang isang bagay na hindi ko alam kung miinis ako o hindi. sa lapis na nahiram ko. . ampotek!.. BAWAL MAGKAMALI!! oo.. dahil flat na ang pambura nya. meron pang maliit.. pero kylngan ko png kagatin ang dulo ng lapis kung gusto kong pagbigyan ang sarili kong magkamali.. kaya ayun, nagwish nnman ako na sana mag milagro. at tinupad ni god ang hiling ko.&lt;br /&gt;Pumasok ung isang teacher n nkakaloko ung mukha, sabi nga ni regina. at nakakaloko din ung sinabi nya&lt;br /&gt;"YOU MAY USE BALLPENS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsaka ko naalala.. hindi nga pala lapis ang ginagamit sa Achievement Test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*and once again.. i'm betrayed by my common sense*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-114140216231604500?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/114140216231604500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=114140216231604500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114140216231604500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114140216231604500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/03/hay-nako.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-114128482215516687</id><published>2006-03-02T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T21:20:58.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;waha..&lt;br /&gt;im so addicted to surveys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and blogs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haay.. it's so hard to put evrything dats bin running insyd my mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw my crush's crush knina s mcdo.. waahh..!! it just felt so bad.. i don't even know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;im so confused at this moment.. i don't know wat to do first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sleep&lt;br /&gt;-study for the national achievement test tomorrow--&gt;(do i really have to? wahh.. nat'l achvment tests kills me. i haven't achieved anything.. wat would i do tomorrow?! darn.. darn darn darn..)&lt;br /&gt;-text my friends (they're busy.. and im busy)&lt;br /&gt;-read some books (im too tired to read.. besides i don't see any book worth reading..)&lt;br /&gt;-eat (im still full.. unless i wanna throw up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat do i want to get as a reward? my dad asked me a while ago.. haayy.. it's so hard to ask for ONE thing when you want MORE.. but i have to be reasonable and practical at the same time.. honestly, i don't need anything for now.. im contented with just net surfing and chatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the big question every person in love asks: y do u like sum1 hu already likes sum1 else?&lt;br /&gt;if i am brave enough i would ask him this question. y do u like her??? y not meee??!!! hehe.. (stresstabs!!!)&lt;br /&gt;i can't stop him.. that's love.. and dat's lyf..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate people hu asks for testimonials (in friendster) and then when u check out their acct you won't find your testi anywhere. wer did my testi go? i spent 10-15 mins, thinking of something nice to say about you, stopping myself from putting curse words to make you more likeable.. and then they erase it????!!!! wat d hell r dey thinking?&lt;br /&gt;(attention: vonn and jay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dats all.. peace out..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god bless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-114128482215516687?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/114128482215516687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=114128482215516687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114128482215516687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114128482215516687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/03/waha.html' title=''/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-114111319835230476</id><published>2006-02-28T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T21:21:33.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>upcat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;waahh!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;pasado ako sa UP!!!! First choice!!!!! waaahhhh!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;im so happy.. being one of the few who were chosen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;wow.. taga up na ko.. grabe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i can't believe it.. buti na lang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;congratsdin s mga ka hood ko, pasado tayo!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;mga friends ko.. pasado tayo!!! hahahaha!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;haha.. ano ngaun ang sinabi ng mga epaL kong tito at tita? hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in your face!!!!! bwahahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ang yayabang nyo ha! akala nyo! hehe... ngaun taga up na ko.. hahaha!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe... sorry for that rudeness.. kasi naman.. yung ibang relatives namin, dini-discriminate kami kasi di daw namin sila ka-'level'... weeehhhh...!!!! in your face! kung yang pinsan ko pina recon nyo lang sa isang university jan, well.. i passed.. read it? i PASSED!!! hehe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sige tama na.. when i die, my spirit would be burning in hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sorry Lord!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-114111319835230476?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/114111319835230476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=114111319835230476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114111319835230476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114111319835230476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/02/upcat.html' title='upcat'/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-114111282689362919</id><published>2006-02-28T15:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T15:47:06.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prom night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;hello!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;im back.. and this time it's easier to write dahil nga dito na ko sa house nagb blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway.. tapos na ang js prom namin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;ang alam ko, proms are supposed to be a magical night, pero bkit ganun? parang ang layo nun sa magical? pero at least mas masaya siya kesa last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;ang aga namin pumunta, dapat may award ang mga early birds.. hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't know, but there's no magic for me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-114111282689362919?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/114111282689362919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=114111282689362919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114111282689362919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114111282689362919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/02/prom-night.html' title='prom night'/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-114111207127388733</id><published>2006-02-28T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T15:34:31.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-114111207127388733?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/114111207127388733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=114111207127388733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114111207127388733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/114111207127388733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/02/haha.html' title='haha!!!'/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-114086818371000852</id><published>2006-02-25T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T19:49:43.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sa wakas!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;sa wakas!! nakita ko na ang form ko sa ust!!! at pumasa ako!! yahoo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, wala na akong time para mag update ng blog. super busy kasi eh. ayun. next time na lang yung mga kwento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-114086818371000852?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-113914338752814498</id><published>2006-02-05T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T20:43:48.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>message from a small voice to the big world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;feeling happy? good for you! coz there are lots of people around there feeling devastated.. and yet you've got a chance to smile for at least a minute. god.. some people are really lucky...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;lots of people died yesterday coz of that wowowee anniversary party.. hundreds of people mourned.. including all the people around the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;have you thanked god for all the blessings he has given you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;have you thought about your pleasures in life and realized that not all of us can experience it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;have you thought about what you wanted to be, what you want to achieve and what you really desire?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;have you read the quote "share your blessings" and did what it exactly says?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;start sharing.. start praying.. start thanking god..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;coz you'll never know when he'll take back his precious gift.. your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;** hey.. i don't wanna die yet!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-113914338752814498?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/113914338752814498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=113914338752814498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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malalaman kung nakapasa ako? pambihira talaga!!!! hindi ko talaga matandaan yung no. hindi ko pa matandaan kung nasaan yung folder ko, oi patulong naman kung sino ang mga psychics dyan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;its a bad day for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-113854074303096275?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/113854074303096275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=113854074303096275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/113854074303096275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/113854074303096275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2006/01/waaahhh-asan-na.html' title='waaahhh!!! asan na???!!!'/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-113558842292364545</id><published>2005-12-26T16:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T17:13:42.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss my friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bkit pg my n ch chat gus2 nila kuhanin ung mga no ng mga tao? o kya ung friendster acct?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i just find it weird..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wla lng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i spent christmas wid my family s nova.. nandun lhat ng cuz ko.. cla denise, derick, mikee &amp; daniel. tska ung mga tito &amp;amp; tita ko. its so simple.. but i know dat christmas doesn't mean spending too much on everything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway happy din ako pg uwi dhil nandito na ang bestfriends ko since birth n sina hannah and pau.. and their little sis dianne.. tgal nmin d nagkita lhat. and we miss each other so much.. hay.. hapiness...  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;sana rin mag reunion n kmi ng mga klasmeyts ko dti nung elem.. nmimis ko n clang lhat. dpat nung 17 ang reu nmin pro dhil busy lhat, hndi n n2loy.. most probably s b day ko n kmi mg reu... waahh!! gusto ko n mkita ung mga frends ko.. kc ngkita kmi nung wake ng father ng isang klasmeyt nmn.. and its not a good tym to celebrate.. kya hndi fun. hay sana tlga ma2loy n.... at sana rin my money p ko nun pra s fud... anyone hu wants to donate??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;god bless u all and advance happy new year!!!! ----- tricia  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-113558842292364545?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/113558842292364545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=113558842292364545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/113558842292364545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/113558842292364545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-miss-my-friends_26.html' title='i miss my friends'/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-113558841578381484</id><published>2005-12-26T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T17:13:35.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss my friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bkit pg my n ch chat gus2 nila kuhanin ung mga no ng mga tao? o kya ung friendster acct?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i just find it weird..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wla lng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i spent christmas wid my family s nova.. nandun lhat ng cuz ko.. cla denise, derick, mikee &amp; daniel. tska ung mga tito &amp;amp; tita ko. its so simple.. but i know dat christmas doesn't mean spending too much on everything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway happy din ako pg uwi dhil nandito na ang bestfriends ko since birth n sina hannah and pau.. and their little sis dianne.. tgal nmin d nagkita lhat. and we miss each other so much.. hay.. hapiness...  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;sana rin mag reunion n kmi ng mga klasmeyts ko dti nung elem.. nmimis ko n clang lhat. dpat nung 17 ang reu nmin pro dhil busy lhat, hndi n n2loy.. most probably s b day ko n kmi mg reu... waahh!! gusto ko n mkita ung mga frends ko.. kc ngkita kmi nung wake ng father ng isang klasmeyt nmn.. and its not a good tym to celebrate.. kya hndi fun. hay sana tlga ma2loy n.... at sana rin my money p ko nun pra s fud... anyone hu wants to donate??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;god bless u all and advance happy new year!!!! ----- tricia  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-113558841578381484?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/113558841578381484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=113558841578381484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/113558841578381484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/113558841578381484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-miss-my-friends.html' title='i miss my friends'/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19995890.post-113550109340174542</id><published>2005-12-25T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T16:58:13.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sana pasukan na!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;nkita nyo b c vonn s game knb? hehe.. syang lng nhrangan xa nung jeremy.. pro ok lng un vonn, exposure dn un.. mlay mo mkita k ni mr. m, kuhanin k for goin bulilit..hehe.. joke lng..:).. balato nmn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana tlga pasukan n... nmimiss ko n ang mga frends ko.. pro xempre ms nmimiss ko ung "crush" ko dun s skul. hehe.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;ay nku.. hndi ko tlga ssbihin s mga frends ko kung sino un.. kc ang lkas mng asar nung mga un e. nadala nko dti, nung cnbi ko s knila kung sino ung crush ko... kc grabe ung gnwa nila.. hay.. ayoko nang maalala..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-113550109340174542?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/113550109340174542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=113550109340174542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/113550109340174542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/113550109340174542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/2005/12/sana-pasukan-na.html' title='sana pasukan na!!'/><author><name>tRiCiA</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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ko... ang boring tlga... *suicidal*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops!! mga frends, nver kong ggwin un no! ano ko hilo? ttpusin ko ang life ko? wg n.. wla p ung results s upcat eh.. hehe... kylngan mkpasa p ko dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naiinis tlga ko s mga tao n ngbbsa ng mga tn type ko. grr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19995890-113550055142772274?l=muscaborealis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muscaborealis.blogspot.com/feeds/113550055142772274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19995890&amp;postID=113550055142772274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19995890/posts/default/113550055142772274'/><link rel='self' 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