<?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-6602643396871171022</id><updated>2011-08-13T09:40:01.973+08:00</updated><category term='break up'/><category term='jinkz'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='break down'/><category term='summer'/><category term='adventure'/><category term='election'/><category term='castro para sayo lang toh :)'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='lovesick'/><category term='lol'/><category term='random'/><category term='ako mismo'/><category term='kewl'/><category term='rants'/><category term='reality check'/><category term='pissed off'/><category term='bored'/><category term='bummed'/><category term='jigo'/><category term='stupid'/><category term='fvck'/><category term='heartache'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>We could forever wait for the fireworks.♥</title><subtitle type='html'>As long as I have my own air to breath, my so-called expedition will be endless. You see, this will be my own movie, my own production number, my own allocution, and my own exposition.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-6393569467516973922</id><published>2010-02-19T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T10:23:23.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M OUT OF HERE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MOVED.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;visit me &lt;a href="http://bejnxed.tumblr.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/6602643396871171022-6393569467516973922?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/6393569467516973922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-out-of-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/6393569467516973922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/6393569467516973922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-out-of-here.html' title='I&apos;M OUT OF HERE'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-3465809359404321934</id><published>2009-12-16T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T20:48:25.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the boy who broke my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Yes you, You did it again. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;YOU FUCKIN' MADE ME CRY ONCE AGAIN. HOW DARE YOU.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;But even if you did, you know (im hoping you do) I still love you. Nothing changed. This space between us at this moment hurts. I miss you. Badly.. I may sound stupid or anything, but if there's one thing I'd like to do in this world again, that would be to experience being hurt because of you. Know why? It's the best feeling every moment you try to cheer me up and how you sincerely apologize for what you've done that made me sad. And that is a great feeling, at least you still care enough to wipe my tears. I could still recall our scene days ago, the way you said sorry, the way you hugged me SO TIGHT, the way you wipe my tears, the way you kissed me. It's just the sweetest thing ever. Maybe, just maybe, I'm not ready to take the chance again. So I pushed you away. Sorry about that. I know you can't promise me anything. But my hope's still here. It's still with me. I know will be okay. I don't know why. I just know it. Maybe because, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;we're suppose to last more than this&lt;/span&gt;. Swear to God, he knows that. I strongly hope, you won't disappoint me this time. &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/6602643396871171022-3465809359404321934?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/3465809359404321934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-boy-who-broke-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/3465809359404321934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/3465809359404321934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-boy-who-broke-my-heart.html' title='To the boy who broke my heart'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-8247670114440687125</id><published>2009-12-16T20:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T20:38:12.925+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovesick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break up'/><title type='text'>Santa he's my only wish this year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;CURRENT STATUS: heart broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Me and boyfriend for supposedly 3 years just broke up. Yeah, I'm officially depressed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Merry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; Christmas to me. Sarcastic, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Well I'm still hoping, we could still be the way we were before and regain the trust lost. The happily in love couple who would do anything in the name of love. The selfish ones, the nosy ones. In short, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;US/jigo/taba &amp;amp; yatot tandem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. I admit, I'm still in pain even at this very moment I'm sharing our story. This blog witnessed it all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;When I was totally happy, in love, mushy, missing him, mad at him, sad because of him and how I used to use this blog to let him know my sentiments I can't manage to speak when he's around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;That's the main reason why I decided to update here after leaving for like 2 months, I suppose. We've been through HELL OF A LOT. FYI, Our relationship is not known by my parents. Yes, I am still not allowed to have a boyfriend, but what can they do? I was in love. Well, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I'M STILL IN LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;There, I'm being emotional again. Spare me viewer. I know you know the feeling. Don't lie. &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/6602643396871171022-8247670114440687125?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/8247670114440687125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/12/santa-hes-my-only-wish-this-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/8247670114440687125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/8247670114440687125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/12/santa-hes-my-only-wish-this-year.html' title='Santa he&apos;s my only wish this year'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-6126744179480605072</id><published>2009-11-03T18:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T18:27:12.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Open Love Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Mhine,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I know for a very short time, we have so many stuff in life that we don’t really understand, for the fact that we never get along together. We have so many discrepancies, so many hesitations, questions and doubt not only for our relationship, but as well as within our self, but no matter what it takes, for this short period of time, I learned to love you so deep, learned to forgive you when you crashed my heart, learned to accept what you’d done, learned to dream about future with you,&lt;b&gt; learned to sacrifice my pride&lt;/b&gt;, learned to smile when I’m sad, to sleep w/ sadness in my heart and hope that tomorrow everything will be alright, to pray that you won't say goodbye, to hope that whatever argument were having, you’re still there, holding on, to wish the impossible thing in life, I learned to feel the true love, but all of those, &lt;b&gt;I never learned how to love you less in every waking day of my life&lt;/b&gt;. Thank you so much for letting me feel those kinds, Happy Monthsary mi love and wish us both a happy life and strong relationship together, more months AND years to come with fulfillment and harmony together. I love you so much and will love you more in every waking day of my life. I am sorry for all the disappointments I'd done.Thank you so much for everything. I love you always.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;PS. I have nothing to do right now and all I can think about is you. So I decided to write a message and post it here for you. I know you’ll have no chance to read it cause I won’t tell you anyway. Haha. You’re not the typical type pf person who’ll browse all day long and look for something &lt;img src="http://www.1millionlovemessages.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_razz.gif" alt=":P" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;, so if ever you’ll come across with this message, maybe my angel told you to check this site. I’m crazy in love with you dear that's why I'm doing this crazy stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;Kthanks. I hope to kiss you soon! :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;♥ jinky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602643396871171022-6126744179480605072?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/6126744179480605072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-open-love-letter.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/6126744179480605072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/6126744179480605072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-open-love-letter.html' title='My Open Love Letter'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-5376581492678107307</id><published>2009-10-26T10:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T10:25:57.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>burrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Realization #1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that he can’t let go of me but it doesn’t mean that he loves me because I can feel that he just can’t because he knows that I am always there when he needed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maagang kabitter-an :)) Oh well. This sembreak's killing me softly. Gosh. Hate to admit this, but I miss school. I miss cramming, I miss my friends, I miss not eating when I have to, I miss eating when I don't need to, I miss being late for my classes, I miss reviewing, I miss going home late and most specially, I MISS MY WEEKLY ALLOWANCE :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's bad. Ugh, BV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Randoms.&lt;br /&gt;Kthnx :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602643396871171022-5376581492678107307?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/5376581492678107307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/10/burrr.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/5376581492678107307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/5376581492678107307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/10/burrr.html' title='burrr'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-7989664877108299657</id><published>2009-10-24T15:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T15:24:44.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tumblr-ing :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just created a tumblr account :)&lt;br /&gt;Though I'll still be using my blogspot account.&lt;br /&gt;Blogs go here while photos and sudden thoughts would go on my new network.&lt;br /&gt;Click and follow me here guys. Swear, I'll follow back ;)&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;\/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bejnxed.tumblr.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BEJNXED&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS.&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/6602643396871171022-7989664877108299657?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/7989664877108299657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/10/tumblr-ing.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/7989664877108299657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/7989664877108299657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/10/tumblr-ing.html' title='tumblr-ing :)'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-2660816750453997314</id><published>2009-10-22T12:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:46:33.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>y=x in the situation; admit it or not.</title><content type='html'>**phone rings**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;him:&lt;/span&gt; Hello. Mhine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;O bakit?&lt;br /&gt;**me hoping, he'll say "Pwede ko pumunta dyan? :D"**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;him:&lt;/span&gt; Uhm.. Di na muna ko makakapagparamdam this next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;Bakit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;him:&lt;/span&gt; May problema kasi dito sa bahay.&lt;br /&gt;me: Anu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;him:&lt;/span&gt; Namatay lolo ko. Ung kapatid ni mommy.&lt;br /&gt;(he calls his lola, "mommy")&lt;br /&gt;(I was dumbfounded)&lt;br /&gt;**silence**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;*sigh Ah. Uhm. Ganon. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;him:&lt;/span&gt; Cenxa na. Iyak ng iyak si mommy kanina pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; So, hindi na din muna tayo magkikita bukas?&lt;br /&gt;(I was suppose to go with him to UPHS to get his final grades)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;him:&lt;/span&gt; Hindi, samahan mo pa din ako. kaso sobrang saglit lang tayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;him:&lt;/span&gt; Cenxa na talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;him:&lt;/span&gt; Cge. Kain ka na lunch. Tapos merienda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;him:&lt;/span&gt;Bye. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;me: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;**he was the first one to put down the phone.**&lt;br /&gt;**busy tone**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I know the situation. He lost someone close to them. I know. I'll pray for him later :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, I don't get the fact that he told me "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hindi muna sya magpaparamdam&lt;/span&gt;" I was like. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bakit?&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;Okay. To cut this blog short. I'm f--n confused with what's happening. It's been my every moment routine to think this way:&lt;br /&gt;Saying "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Di muna ako magpaparamdam, kasi may nangyari&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Di muna kita kelangan ngayon&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correct me if I'm wrong, but this is how I really feel today. And it's not good. I feel like, I'm not the one you need on your every downfall anymore, you'd rather be on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I know, immature. I'm sorry, I just really want to be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;And you deprived me of the chance to be the first to comfort you.&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/6602643396871171022-2660816750453997314?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/2660816750453997314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/10/yx-admit-it-or-not.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/2660816750453997314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/2660816750453997314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/10/yx-admit-it-or-not.html' title='y=x in the situation; admit it or not.'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-5444855042894053462</id><published>2009-10-22T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T12:35:12.060+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>jksajdashdj</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The world is gonna throw us a million reasons why this isn’t gonna work out between us. But I’m armed with the one reason why it will. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-- Boy meets World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602643396871171022-5444855042894053462?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/5444855042894053462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/10/jksajdashdj.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/5444855042894053462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/5444855042894053462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/10/jksajdashdj.html' title='jksajdashdj'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-1189227774252842831</id><published>2009-10-22T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T12:30:59.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTICE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LET'S BE NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HEARD IT LASTS FOREVER. &lt;!--3 &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/6602643396871171022-1189227774252842831?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/1189227774252842831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/10/notice.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/1189227774252842831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/1189227774252842831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/10/notice.html' title='NOTICE.'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-4612522501295667517</id><published>2009-10-14T14:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T14:57:06.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone's mushy :"&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just found a nice short clip on YouTube :) So I decided to post it here in my blog. Here's for everyone. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="366" height="291" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-285d02f683d0754a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D285d02f683d0754a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330116063%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D806D0347E6431D1346247C12C9DE38A222CDAAF7.287791A8AC08ED40DD9E5E9693D3B1AE9D7D7F12%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D285d02f683d0754a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJRe-BFUAXVFYvfssMzPKyVR15Yg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="366" height="291" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D285d02f683d0754a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330116063%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D806D0347E6431D1346247C12C9DE38A222CDAAF7.287791A8AC08ED40DD9E5E9693D3B1AE9D7D7F12%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D285d02f683d0754a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJRe-BFUAXVFYvfssMzPKyVR15Yg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, After i watched this clip, sudden urges came in my mind.. What I mean is, I want love like what's shown on the video :"&gt; I want a MAN, not a boy. I want to meet that CERTAIN SOMEONE, I want to talk to him, I want to fall in love with him, I want to experience everything with him, I am so much willing to cry for him, to fight for him, be with him every f--n second he needs me (even on times he don't), I want to be his shoulder to cry on, I want to fight with him over silly things, It would be great if a kiss will fix us up after I threw tantrums, I want him to miss me, help me with my lessons, cheer me up at my bluest days, treat me for a movie, makes every day with him like our anniversary, I want to hear the cheesiest words from him, laugh at him, blush, smile, and fall in love all over again. I want to be his better half, I want him to be my missing piece. I want him to want and need me, look for me every time I'm not around, long for my kisses, my voice, my anger, my smile, my love. I want us to be imperfect. No to one-sided love. I want us to argue, cry and make each other jealous just to find out It's all worth the pain. I want us to break up every other night just to make-up the very next day. I want him to be my every good night kiss. I want to go to mass with him. Pray. I want God between us. I want to be the owner of those hands which perfectly fit his. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WANT TO BE HIS ONLY GIRL&lt;/span&gt;, I want to be the girl she loves next to his mom, grandmother, sister. And I am certain, And i swear to God, I'll love him back as much as he does for me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; See the best in him even at his worst state. Cheer up for him, laugh at his corniest jokes, make him feel special, cook for his favorite food, plan my dreams with him, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the best part would be fulfilling those dreams with him.&lt;/span&gt; Most importantly, I want to grow old with him. Despite all the circumstances, hurts, doubts, imperfections, tears, I want him and I until the end, NO REGRETS only the best from both of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* the author wishes the &lt;s&gt;guy&lt;/s&gt; man would be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;current&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; MVP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602643396871171022-4612522501295667517?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/4612522501295667517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/10/someones-mushy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/4612522501295667517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/4612522501295667517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/10/someones-mushy.html' title='Someone&apos;s mushy :&quot;&gt;'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-4271992685648577682</id><published>2009-10-10T08:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T08:17:56.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUE LOVE WAITS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Question:&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Why does God demand sexual purity?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;cite style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;God isn’t demanding sexual purity because he’s mean and doesn’t want us to have fun. He created sex and wants you to enjoy it at its best. And His best plan is for sex to be enjoyed in marriage, by one man and one woman who have made a commitment to love each other.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here’s a thought: magsusuot ka ba ng damit na matagal nang hindi nalalabhan or would you prefer yung bagong bili or bagong laba? Siyempre, yung bago!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As with God, He wants us to have the best not second best… ok? Iba si Lord. He loved us so much He died on the cross for us to enjoy purity sa future relationship natin with the opposite sex and especially with Him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;credits to &lt;a href="http://www.tlw.ph/"&gt;TLW&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*This was one of the most sensible entry I've ever read. Think twice teenagers, pleasure isn't happiness. Don't trade your future with just a night of pure pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cake freshly baked from the oven, even how much of the best ingredients, time of preparation and how excited you are to present it to everyone.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU STILL HAVE TO WAIT TO FINISH IT WITH THE ICING.&lt;/span&gt; Or else, you'll just have a complete mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You wouldn't really settle being the second best, right? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARAL MUNA BAGO SARAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, as for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAGPAYAMAN MUNA BAGO SARAP :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602643396871171022-4271992685648577682?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/4271992685648577682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/10/true-love-waits.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/4271992685648577682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/4271992685648577682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/10/true-love-waits.html' title='TRUE LOVE WAITS.'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-5579610161909406602</id><published>2009-09-26T18:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T18:33:52.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The reason why.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Someone once told me that the power in all relationships lies with whoever cares less."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           We always want to be the person being ran after at. Be it numerous phone calls or pleas for attention, in the game of love, we always want to be on the receiving end. We always seek power and control in every relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           I've learned from this movie which I saw only recently that to have control in a relationship one must care less. It was a brilliant idea. Simple, yet can be very effective. But along with this discovery came a sad realization. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           You see it's sad how falling in love is no longer as simple as it used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; In grade school all you had to do was write a letter on stationary and be honest with your feelings. And sure enough you'd find yourself in a relationship where dreams would be made and promises kept. In high school you could try the love letter trick again. But such innocence and sincerity are often ridiculed and laughed at in those times already. And then the quality of the love stories of your life would go downhill from there. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            You become cynical and unimaginative. You lose sincerity, honesty, and romance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You find love but you no longer know the right thing to do with it. You forget how you were when you were only ten years old. You forget how you treated love then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Ask yourself. How did you treat love then? Was it about you? Was it about him? Or was it about the both of you? Was it about winning? Was it about losing? Or was it about being?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          You were never really afraid then. It was going to be just you and him against the world. You were so happy and contented to be just holding his hand. It was all you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          But now things are not as simple anymore. Now you are afraid to commit. Now you are afraid to open up. Now you are afraid to give in. Nothing has changed. You just think this is how being in love should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Well it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;           &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Love isn't about fear. Love isn't about hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          When it comes to love you must always give your all. No reservations. No pathetic attempts to secure your fragile heart. Take a leap! Be the first to call. Be the first to believe in the relationship. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be the first to say I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A happy ending in love will not be served in a silver platter. You have to fight for it, fall for it, and be there for it. So when love comes knocking on your door it's alright not to play it cool. Run at it with a wide smile in your face, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just like when you were a little girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"And he was right. But power isn't happiness. And I think that maybe happiness comes from caring more about people rather than less." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                             -Connor Mead&lt;br /&gt;                                                                             Ghosts of Girlfriends Past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:ms gothic,gothic;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This blog is a campaign to change how people show love nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;If you support this noble cause please sign in the comment box below.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and share this slogan wherever you go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;" &gt;BE THE FIRST TO LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.do"&gt;  source: &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.do"&gt;  jobatose.multiply.com&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602643396871171022-5579610161909406602?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/5579610161909406602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/09/reason-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/5579610161909406602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/5579610161909406602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/09/reason-why.html' title='The reason why.'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-1973539435977430906</id><published>2009-09-18T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T22:09:13.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honestly? I need a break.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A week has passed. And I'm totally broke. x.x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money.. Money.. I. NEED. MORE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;[random thought follows]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;UST WONDERING..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bakit may mga manhid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;DI PA PWEDE MAWALA YUNG MGA TAONG LALAPITAN KA LANG PAG KAILANGAN KA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They say, it's better to give than  to receive. I say, little gratitudes doesn't kill or try not to disappoint the person who almost given it all. Though, most of the time YOU'RE NOT WORTHY. Kahit konti lang. Try mo lang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;MASAKLAP. MASAKLAP TALAGA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;current LSS: Say Anything by Marianas Trench&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I was talking to a dollar sign, anxious.. Scared of what you need. Everybody wants a piece of you, everyone takes the piece of me. That one stings a little. I'm always in the middle. I don't expect but try me, that you will always find me here. This is where I scream from. You can take it all away, and I'll miss. &lt;strong&gt;There's a little bit of you in all this.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;PS. Welcome Christian :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602643396871171022-1973539435977430906?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/1973539435977430906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/09/honestly-i-need-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/1973539435977430906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/1973539435977430906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/09/honestly-i-need-break.html' title='Honestly? I need a break.'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-8157605506878092624</id><published>2009-09-06T10:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T10:10:06.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>Hell week is coming and I. AM. SICK. Still haven't study for my coming examS [Ansci2, Mgt 111, Mgt 101] and I have to do &lt;s&gt;good&lt;/s&gt; great on my Mgt101.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, next next week will be my sissy's birthday and I HAVE to be there yet, I wasn't able to attend our band practice. Sorry sis :( Swear, I'll be present on the next practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need my medicine. Calling John Castro. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'll be finishing my problem set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles for now ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602643396871171022-8157605506878092624?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/8157605506878092624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/8157605506878092624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/8157605506878092624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-2176013014989393855</id><published>2009-08-18T22:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T22:29:35.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fvck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>I KNOW, RIGHT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;OUT OF BOREDOM, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just took the quiz, "How do you see the world?" And here's what I got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;color:green;"  &gt;Your Result:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Logically &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You like to base off your perception of the world by what you know. By logic. You're the type of double check and most likely keep everything real. However there are two types of logical people. (A) those that base off their perception by what they have learned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;(B) those that base off their perception by what they believe in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Because you are a logical thinker instead of going by what you feel you tend to question yourself, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;it's no different from doubting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p   style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Ha! Not that accurate though, but the highlighted parts boomed me. LOL.&lt;/span&gt; *sigh* &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Pumapanget na sa facebook, andami ng *insert sarcasm here* :D Wala, comment ko lang :)) Pero it's okay, the network's applications are totally boredom busters. :P&lt;/span&gt; RANDOM. :D RANTS, BLAH.. Tra La La..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;THANK YOU! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602643396871171022-2176013014989393855?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/2176013014989393855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-know-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/2176013014989393855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/2176013014989393855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-know-right.html' title='I KNOW, RIGHT.'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-8886182436655065303</id><published>2009-08-09T17:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T18:26:19.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boom. Boom. FVCK.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Limit of h(x) as x approaches 2 does not exist. Since the limit of the left side of h(x) as x approaches 2 is not equal to the limit of the right side of h(x) as x approaches 2.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F(x) increases without bound as x approaches a.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prove analytically that if the diagonals f a parallelogram are perpendicular, then the parallelogram is a rhombus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2a is the distance between the vertices of an ellipse centered at (h,k), 2b is the lengthf its minor axis and the distance between the foci is 2c.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If&lt;em&gt;  AC &gt; &lt;/em&gt;0, the graph of the given equation is either an ellipse, a circle, a point, two parallel lines or worse.. after all your efforts of solving.. It could be an EMPTY SET.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, how do you relate this in your everyday life? SH*T.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;MATH 26... I LOVE YOU. TO DEATH. REALLY. HELL-O, HELL WEEK.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602643396871171022-8886182436655065303?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/8886182436655065303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/08/boom-boom-fvck.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/8886182436655065303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/8886182436655065303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/08/boom-boom-fvck.html' title='Boom. Boom. FVCK.'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-6751315113579522145</id><published>2009-07-17T19:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T20:31:12.470+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovesick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><title type='text'>lovesick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;IT'S FRIDAY AND I'M NOT IN LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah right. I just passed by one of my blogger friend's latest post. She talked about TRUST. And i could totally relate. But I swear to God this won't be about that issue. I'll just let my mind and my fingers to do the job. To start with a question, have you ever got the feeling of being taken for granted? Cause I totally do. And I totally suck in compromising at the moment. Suddenly different occurences came flashing back. Another "emo" night. EH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did it again, even when she said.. she got used to it. STILL it's killing her. She got the reason to get mad, he got the pride to stay back and let things pass. Not knowing it is starting to kill the butterflies around. She just want him into her world, he chose to be man-enough-not-to. She exerted effort to see him, he didn't had that little concern to respond on her message. She almost gave it all, he chose not to appreciate. Oh, he said he does appreciate you.. Oh yes, WORDS WORDS.. Words will forever be words.. ONLY WORDS. She wants to go back to reality and wake up on her cosmic world, he keeps on giving her empty pipe dreams. She'll be happy reading sweet and sincere goodnight messages forever, she'll be happy beating her guy in the game of basketball at Tom's world everyday, She'll be forever thankful in spending sleepless nights with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should come with a price though, this girl just got tired recently. I guess, she had enough. This time she wants him to want her. Badly. Miss her, kiss her, hug her. That he would never ever thought of letting her go. Seeing his eternity with this girl would be his lifetime dream. Seeing her smile will be the price, where holding her hand is a treasure, where being in her heart is the best achievement in the whole wide world. That every tear from her eyes kills him. That he wouldn't mind being her knight in shining armor rather than being the tough guy around. Tell her you love her, miss her and appreciate her. Just do her a favor. Mean those words. This time, she need to be needed. For real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602643396871171022-6751315113579522145?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/6751315113579522145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/07/lovesick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/6751315113579522145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/6751315113579522145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/07/lovesick.html' title='lovesick.'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-4550058456025401386</id><published>2009-07-10T21:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:38:12.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bummed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jinkz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality check'/><title type='text'>since RESTAURANT CITY is under maintenance AGAIN..</title><content type='html'>pff pff. PFFFFFt!! :\&lt;br /&gt;got bored.. So I decided to share this entry from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPAEMS "FLAMBEUAUX&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;Well, Some part of it I shall say. But This totally strucked me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Before I went to college, I wish I had known that it didn't matter how late I scheduled my first class, I'd sleep right through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That I could change so much and barely realized it&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;That you can love a lot of people in a lot of different ways.&lt;br /&gt;That college kids throw airplanes too.&lt;br /&gt;That if you wear polyester everyone will ask you why you're so dressed up.&lt;br /&gt;That every clock in the campus shows a different time.&lt;br /&gt;That if you were smart in high school-- so what?&lt;br /&gt;That I would go to a party the night before the final.&lt;br /&gt;THAT YOU CAN KNOW EVERYTHING AND FAIL A TEST.&lt;br /&gt;That you can know nothing and ace a test.&lt;br /&gt;That home is a &lt;s&gt;great&lt;/s&gt; place to visit.&lt;br /&gt;That most of my education is obtained outside of my classes.&lt;br /&gt;That friendship is more than getting drunk together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That I would be one of those people my parents warned me about&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;That when someone wants to 'borrow' something, they mean they want it forever.&lt;br /&gt;That my parents would become so much smarter in the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;That it's possible to be alone even when you are surrounded by your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Bad day. :( Bad night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602643396871171022-4550058456025401386?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/4550058456025401386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/07/since-restaurant-city-is-under.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/4550058456025401386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/4550058456025401386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/07/since-restaurant-city-is-under.html' title='since RESTAURANT CITY is under maintenance AGAIN..'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-3317797674018511571</id><published>2009-07-05T10:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T11:45:51.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jinkz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ako mismo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality check'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><title type='text'>AKO MISMO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AKO MISMO..&lt;br /&gt;DI NA MAGTATAKA KUNG BAKIT GUMAGANDA ANG KALSADA AT MADAMING NAGAGAWANG MGA KANAL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KASI,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's only less than a year bago mag-eleksyon. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ayos. Tama naman di ba? Everyday I am going back and forth from Sta.Rosa to Los Baños, and currently, I noticed andami ng improvements sa mga kalye ngayon. Ung madalas na binabaha, ngayon.. Di na nawalan ng mga nagtatrabaho at mga truck para mawala ung tubig. Hmm. Wow. May pondo na bigla! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw. First time voter next year and I'm effin' excited! Ewan ko ba. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Been back from my hiatus. Hello blogger friends! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602643396871171022-3317797674018511571?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/3317797674018511571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/07/ako-mismo.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/3317797674018511571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/3317797674018511571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/07/ako-mismo.html' title='AKO MISMO.'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-4840262051367345247</id><published>2009-06-26T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T20:20:00.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WILL BE ON HIATUS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;GAHD. INAAMAG NA BLOGSPOT KO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;won't be updating much muna. :\ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;im'ma be back soon, though I'll still be checking my page everyday and read your posts and will &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;TRY&lt;/span&gt; to comment. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Keep in touch guys! ;) Goodluck to all of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&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/6602643396871171022-4840262051367345247?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/4840262051367345247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/06/will-be-on-hiatus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/4840262051367345247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/4840262051367345247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/06/will-be-on-hiatus.html' title='WILL BE ON HIATUS.'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-2002967428818616306</id><published>2009-06-13T11:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T11:55:05.026+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break down'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bummed'/><title type='text'>An "astrologist" overplay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; Once again, i'm not feeling good bout this. :\ My immaturity's killing me. I just can't comprehend on things anymore. I don't know if i'm asking too much or this is what I think I SHOULD deserve. I just fear of not being loved back despite of me-being-always-around. I fear being taken for granted. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to show that I trust him as much as I want to be appreciated and it scares the hell out of me. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What if?&lt;/span&gt;.. Ugh..... (x.x) &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ayoko sya masakal pero gusto ko ma-assure ang sarili ko.&lt;/span&gt; I'm playing selfish here, right? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I want e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g PERFECT. It sucks, I know.. but it's the reality. I want every moment memorable. Though I know girls really are having a hard time understanding the male species. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Girls tend to view every situation deeper.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;While the other kingdom tends to see it as &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;IMMATURITY&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;See? I know what's going on around me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k. enough said. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, mister. There's a bit of you in ALL OF THIS. Check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; my other sites, isn't it sweet? Tell me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; . :( Pero I know you won't spare any f*cking time of yours to see them. You think this just for FULL TIME SOCIALIZING &amp;amp; FLIRTING. Well it's not. I'm sure of it. YOU JUST ALWAYS FAIL TO SEE WHAT I WANT YOU TO SEE :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Readers, sorry for the endless rants of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I miss him being sweet and all. I miss every single minute my phone beeps just to see his messages in it. I miss those late phone calls, I miss smiling because of him, I miss those laughs I make because of his corny jokes, I miss crying on his shoulder, I miss the way he talks to me as if I'm the only thing that matters most, I miss being his only happiness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just miss being the center of his universe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully one morning, I'll wake up being the center of his world again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602643396871171022-2002967428818616306?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/2002967428818616306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/06/astrologist-overplay.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/2002967428818616306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/2002967428818616306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/06/astrologist-overplay.html' title='An &quot;astrologist&quot; overplay.'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-7376117929078306835</id><published>2009-06-08T08:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T08:37:43.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom kills.</title><content type='html'>i got a tag from &lt;u&gt;Kristine :]&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? at my room.&lt;br /&gt;2. Your significant other? in his own world. o.o&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair? black.&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother? at work.&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father? baguio.&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite thing? mi laptop♥&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night? si anu. bwaha ;)&lt;br /&gt;8. Your favorite drink? frappe :)&lt;br /&gt;9. Your dream/goal? graduate ON TIME &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; to be rich ;)&lt;br /&gt;10. What room you are in? family room.&lt;br /&gt;11. Your hobby? sleep, eat and sleep :D&lt;br /&gt;12. Your fear? fear of losing &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in my own house with my dream guy.&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Where were you last night? at my room ;]&lt;br /&gt;15. Something that you aren’t? im not like you :P&lt;br /&gt;16. Muffins? ok lang.&lt;br /&gt;17. Wish list item? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;dSLR&lt;/span&gt;. waaa! and oh! &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;skull&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;candy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;too ;)&lt;br /&gt;18. Where you grew up? sta.rosa&lt;br /&gt;19. Last thing you did? eat :)&lt;br /&gt;20. What are you wearing? tank top, shorts.&lt;br /&gt;21. Your TV? here. :P&lt;br /&gt;22. Your pets? miniature pincher and "aspin" :D&lt;br /&gt;23. Friends? madami sila :D&lt;br /&gt;24. Your life? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;still worth living :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Your mood? tama lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;26. Missing someone? YUP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Your car? :)&lt;br /&gt;28. Something you’re not wearing? earrings.&lt;br /&gt;29. Your favorite store? dept store :P&lt;br /&gt;30. Your favorite color?&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; mint green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. When is the last time you laughed?:)&lt;br /&gt;32. Last time you cried? can't recall.&lt;br /&gt;33. Favorite Thing? mi phone and laptop.&lt;br /&gt;34. One place that I go to over and over? our house.&lt;br /&gt;35. One person who emails me regularly? facebook! haha&lt;br /&gt;36. My favorite place to go eat? greenwich :P&lt;br /&gt;37. One place you would like to go right now? wherever he is. AUN :))&lt;br /&gt;38. One person you think will respond? uhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602643396871171022-7376117929078306835?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/7376117929078306835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/06/boredom-kills.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/7376117929078306835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/7376117929078306835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/06/boredom-kills.html' title='boredom kills.'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-7985281548744652699</id><published>2009-06-04T13:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T13:22:03.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ui. MATH toh.. pwede :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Who says math is just about numbers and graphs? :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Perpendicular lines: &lt;/span&gt;they only meet once and never again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Parallel lines:&lt;/span&gt; they never meet at all but at least they don't hurt each other by leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Asymptotes:&lt;/span&gt; no matter how hard you try to get closer and closer, its just not possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Greatest Integer Function:&lt;/span&gt; no matter how close you get, you'll always end up being brought down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Rays:&lt;/span&gt; It's always just a one sided thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Polynomial Functions:&lt;/span&gt; lahat perfect match maliban sa mga remainder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;f(x) = 1/x:&lt;/span&gt; lahat puwede maliban sa zero, kawawa naman siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Quadratic One-to-one Functions:&lt;/span&gt; kailangang isang side lang pipiliin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Line:&lt;/span&gt; it never ends, downside is that both are looking the opposite ways and never at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Imaginary Numbers:&lt;/span&gt; wag ka ng umasa, di yan maaari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Square Root of Any Negative Number:&lt;/span&gt; parating may i pero yun lang... wala ng you o tayo o we. i lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;(x-1)(x-1) Roots - x = 1 of Multiplicity 2:&lt;/span&gt; Kala mo naman one and only ka pero dalawa pala kayong one and only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Hollow Points:&lt;/span&gt; Akala mo meron, pero pinaasa ka lang pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Limit of sin(1/x) as x approaches 0:&lt;/span&gt; Akala mo tunay, akala mo totoo. 'Yun pala does not exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;f(x) = 1 when x&lt;0;&gt;0:&lt;/span&gt; Akala mo tuloy-tuloy, 'yun pala discontinuous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Zero derivative:&lt;/span&gt; Wala siyang pinagkaiba sa iba mo pang x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;dx:&lt;/span&gt; 'Di mo s'ya ex. Kasi 'di naman s'ya kailanman naging iyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Integration by Substitution:&lt;/span&gt; Akala mo ikaw, pero maiisip mo bigla na 'd u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;L'Hospital's Rule:&lt;/span&gt; Akala mo masayang kasama, pero paulit-ulit ka palang pahihirapan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Infinity to the Zero:&lt;/span&gt; Akala mo tuloy-tuloy lang pero ang totoo, 'di mo na s'ya naiintindihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Graph ng 1 - sin theta:&lt;/span&gt; Akala mo perfect na heart, pero may issue pala sa kalagitnaan ng lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Graph ng 1 + 2cos theta:&lt;/span&gt; Itsura ng puso ko... butas.  ( BENTAAA!:P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Disjoint sets:&lt;/span&gt; Akala mo close na kayo, pero wala man lang pala kayong connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Partial fractions: &lt;/span&gt;Feel mo sobrang tatag mo na, pero madali ka lang palang ma-rip-apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Substitute x: &lt;/span&gt;Papalitan ka lang pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Equation with One Unknown: &lt;/span&gt;'Pag naayos mo na, akala mo okay na lahat, 'yun pala kailangan nang isubstitute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Systems with Two Unknowns:&lt;/span&gt; Akala mo alam mo na 'yung buong kwento, pero may nalimutan ka pa pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Remainder Theorem:&lt;/span&gt; 'Pag napalitan na, remainder ka na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Synthetic Division:&lt;/span&gt; Parang kakabreak lang, bring down ka kaagad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Periodic function:&lt;/span&gt; Sa umpisa, akala mo may pupuntahan, paulit-ulit lang pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Rectangle:&lt;/span&gt; What you are after a heartbreak: your life is a wreck and your emotions are in a tangle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Antiderivative:&lt;/span&gt; Akala mo ikaw na nagpapasaya sa kanya, yun pala may ibang tunay na pumupuno at bumubuo sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Exponent: &lt;/span&gt;Feeling mo masaya ka na kasi nasa taas ka. Yun pala, hindi ikaw yung nag-b-benefit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anu, which math topic suits you best? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602643396871171022-7985281548744652699?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/7985281548744652699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/06/ui-math-toh-pwede.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/7985281548744652699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/7985281548744652699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/06/ui-math-toh-pwede.html' title='ui. MATH toh.. pwede :))'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-7803770555310758735</id><published>2009-06-03T13:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T13:33:17.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[Happy] 17th monthsary mi yatot..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Probably, this would be the best thing I could put for this day-post.. At least, I tried to make it &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;somehow special. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don't want to be sarcastic any longer. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 80px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://dn.daisypath.com/ul5pp8.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ta-dah! pff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;But still, I want to save this day. :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;btw. i love you :* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and hopefully by the end of the day I could greet you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Happy 17th."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602643396871171022-7803770555310758735?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/7803770555310758735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-17th-monthsary-mi-yatot.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/7803770555310758735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/7803770555310758735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-17th-monthsary-mi-yatot.html' title='[Happy] 17th monthsary mi yatot..'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-2012425356281476034</id><published>2009-06-01T09:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T09:25:35.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>summer's overr :| ugh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yey. I returned my second layout since I created my blog ;) It's much better pala :D Now I'm satisfied.  Uhm. June 1.. x.x psshh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342163017805195202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SiMs9fCB58I/AAAAAAAAAEY/OZDqKFI8jvg/s320/vqpjfa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Summer's over. yuck. Not in the mood to go to school again : Ayoooko paaaaa. T___T Still having trouble with my &lt;strong&gt;9 units schedule. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;COUNTDOWN: 1 week to go before my sweetest mental torment mode.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602643396871171022-2012425356281476034?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/2012425356281476034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/06/summers-overr-ugh.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/2012425356281476034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/2012425356281476034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/06/summers-overr-ugh.html' title='summer&apos;s overr :| ugh.'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SiMs9fCB58I/AAAAAAAAAEY/OZDqKFI8jvg/s72-c/vqpjfa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-535042391623250501</id><published>2009-05-28T19:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T19:23:01.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The other side of the story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Guys' RuleAt last a guy has taken the time to write this all downFinally, the guys' side of the story.(I must admit, it's pretty good.) We always hear " the rules" From the female side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here are the rules from the male side.These are our rules!Please note... these are all numbered "1"&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ON PURPOSE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Men are NOT mind readers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Learn to work the toilet seat.You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down.&lt;br /&gt;We need it up, you need it down. &lt;br /&gt;You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Sunday sports. It's like the full moon&lt;br /&gt;or the changing of the tides.&lt;br /&gt;Let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Shopping is NOT a sport.&lt;br /&gt;And no, we are never going to think of it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Crying is blackmail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ask for what you want.&lt;br /&gt;Let us be clear on this one:&lt;br /&gt;Subtle hints do not work!&lt;br /&gt;Strong hints do not work!&lt;br /&gt;Obvious hints do not work!&lt;br /&gt;Just say it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(boom for me. :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Come to us with a problem only if you want help &lt;br /&gt;solving it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That's what we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a Problem.&lt;br /&gt;See a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 Days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you won't dress like the Victoria 's Secret girls, don't Expect us to act&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;like soap opera guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you think you're fat, you probably are.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of them makes you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sad or angry, then we meant the other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You can either ask us to do something&lt;br /&gt;Or tell us how you want it done. Not both.&lt;br /&gt;If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Whenever possible, Please say whatever you have to say during commercials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Christopher Columbus did NOT need directions and neither do we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings.&lt;br /&gt;Peach, for example, is a fruit, not A color .&lt;br /&gt;Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If it itches, it will be scratched.&lt;br /&gt;We do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We will act like nothing's wrong&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides we know you will bring it up again later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, Expect an answer you&lt;br /&gt;don't want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine... Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to &lt;br /&gt;discuss such &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;topics as baseball, the shotgun formation,or golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have enough clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have too many shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am in shape. Round IS a shape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thank you for reading this.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But did you know men really don't mind that? It's like camping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;got this from &lt;a href="http://jaungustus16.multiply.com/"&gt;http://jaungustus16.multiply.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-- So girls :) haha. Chill lang ;) This totally strucked me. bwaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602643396871171022-535042391623250501?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/535042391623250501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/05/other-side-of-story.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/535042391623250501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/535042391623250501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/05/other-side-of-story.html' title='The other side of the story.'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-7834363277055697918</id><published>2009-05-27T18:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T18:48:25.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk168/succubus143/Kim_Bum-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk168/succubus143/Kim_Bum-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Omigo0od.&lt;/u&gt; x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;--&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; I wonder how come chinky eyes never fails to captures my heart.&lt;/span&gt; Haha. Korean invasion is back[?] Whew. I've never been a fan of this Korean blah blahs. Since.. Uh. They became a "click" to filipino viewers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;BUT I guess .. Going gaga over this too-hot-slash-too-cute creature won't hurt :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602643396871171022-7834363277055697918?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/7834363277055697918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/7834363277055697918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/7834363277055697918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='♥'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-177309610199746144</id><published>2009-05-25T19:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:13:01.519+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break down'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bummed'/><title type='text'>taken aback.</title><content type='html'>Not in the mood to blog. Just a bunch of quotable quotes will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Truth is, sometimes you scare the shit out of me. You make me feel as if I'm not alone, yet I know any minute you have the ability to rip that feeling from me. Truth is, I love you &amp;amp; that in itself is scary enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sometimes you have to be silent in order to be heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sad part is, that no matter what goes on this year, when you come running back to me again, you know I'll be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wants to hear this, but sometimes the person that you want the most is the person that you're best without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you make me feel like i'm worth something. even when i feel like i'm not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too often we don't realize what we have until it's gone. Too often we're too stubborn to say, "I'm sorry, I was wrong." Too often it seems we hurt the ones closest to our hearts and we let the most foolish things tear us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I can't breathe. It's like this love I have is suddenly being overpowered by this pain I feel of him not loving me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't hurt, it fucking kills. And knowing that I had you once, oh it gives me chills. I still remember holding you and the way we used to kiss. I wanna feel you like I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A promise is a promise, at least that's whatthey say. Welcome to reality, they're broken everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is my self-inflicted pain. A preposterous diversion. A momentary bliss. My blameworthy experience. My poisonous religion. He is my annoyance, and yet he remains to be my only happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kissed me. He really put his arms around me &amp;amp; kissed me. It went through my body like he had flipped some electrical switch and lit me up. His skin was so warm, and he was suddenly so beautiful &amp;amp; I thought, oh this is what all the hype is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Tell her why she's perfect for you. Pick her up and tickle her until she can barely breathe.She'll scream and fight, but secretly, she'll love it. Protect her and hold her hand when you talk to her. Look at her like she's the only girl you ever want to be with. When she least expects it, pull her in close and kiss her hard. Tell her she looks beautiful. Get her mad, then kiss her. Let her fall asleep in your arms. Call her and give her piggy back rides. Kiss her forehead. Be slow and don't push anything. Make her feel loved and kiss her in the rain and when you fall in love with her, tell her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Don't use excuses. Don't ask why. It's just a breakdown; happens all the time. So get out of my face, don't even try. You wanna help me? Just let me cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602643396871171022-177309610199746144?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/177309610199746144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/05/taken-aback.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/177309610199746144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/177309610199746144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/05/taken-aback.html' title='taken aback.'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-558410291122873324</id><published>2009-05-24T15:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T15:32:38.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys, check this out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;STATEMENT SHIRTS, COUPLE SHIRTS AND PERSONALIZED SHIRTS FOR SALE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;-- High quality shirts at reasonable sizes. You could also have you own and special one-of-a-kind designs :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;see them in this site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dariamae.multiply.com/"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CLICK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&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/6602643396871171022-558410291122873324?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/558410291122873324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/05/guys-check-this-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/558410291122873324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/558410291122873324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/05/guys-check-this-out.html' title='Guys, check this out.'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-7889892012644536672</id><published>2009-05-23T18:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T18:37:34.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kissed and made-up. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was thinking just now about the kind of person I want to be with for the rest of my life. I want someone who can hear me out despite my silence, who can see me beyond all those masks of smiles and laughter and who would understand me even at my worst. Someone who would make me feel that I am too special and therefore worthy to be loved. And lastly, I want someone who won’t get tired of showing me that I am the very reason why he exists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;steal from &lt;a href="http://quotesbox.com/"&gt;quotesbox.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602643396871171022-7889892012644536672?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/7889892012644536672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/05/kissed-and-made-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/7889892012644536672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/7889892012644536672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/05/kissed-and-made-up.html' title='kissed and made-up. :)'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-8645930489089158973</id><published>2009-05-21T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:29:43.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO-PARENTS-DAY1</title><content type='html'>Freedom Day 1 :P&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Parents are out.&lt;/span&gt; Nothing special, ooh. I mean, there is one evident difference for a day. No one will wake you up at 6am, no one demands you to fix your bed ASAP, no one will nag you. ;) Though I barely had a good night sleep on the "first night" due to uneasiness of being left behind at our house with my younger sister. Only the two of us. No companion and all.. I fell asleep at 1am and woke up at 6am. Ugh. Still I have to wake up this early or else, no breakfast for me and my sister. :\ But then to find out that there's nothing for me to cook. T__T So we decided to just buy spa-catsup and &lt;em&gt;lugaw &lt;/em&gt;at the nearby store&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;SOLVED! :D Haha. Even the 'rents are not around.. *clears throat* we STILL cleaned the whole house and put everything in there proper places. 0:) and then, my sister volunteered to cook our lunch and &lt;em&gt;voila! Bistek is served. :)) &lt;/em&gt;Not that bad, though. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1pm, my guy came over and AGAIN, we settled "every" misunderstandings that occured between the two of us.. I cried in front of him, yes.. I really did. For the first time in my life I cried because of a guy. *sniff sniff* Too much emotions filled me over. Words came out of my mouth after sobering and almost asked for a &lt;em&gt;break&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;"Tae ka kasi pinaiyak mo ko.." &lt;/em&gt;I said&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;silence. He stared at me. &lt;em&gt;"I just miss you this much.." &lt;/em&gt;I continued. He then wiped my tears and apologized. I guess it already means &lt;em&gt;we're okay na.. &lt;/em&gt;We made-up. :) After the dramas and everything.. We're okay again. Yey! :)  At 4.30pm he left and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, where was I? :P Haha. So there, my sister and I just lounged around our parents' room keeping the computer and television set on. &lt;em&gt;This is life.&lt;/em&gt; Aaah. :) At 5pm our stomach keeps on sending messages on our brain saying it needs to be "filled up". And because of our extreme "lethargy" at the moment brought upon by the prolonged exposure to the said technologies, we "forgot" to cook our dinner. :P So we've just decided to buy &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Don Rogelio's Pizza&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dan Eric's Ice Cream &lt;/span&gt;with additional &lt;em&gt;mais con yelo&lt;/em&gt; from our lola. Bwaha. :) Yum. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though this day was not bad after all and my sister and I enjoyed without our 'rents at home. I still miss them.. somehow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602643396871171022-8645930489089158973?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/8645930489089158973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-parents-day1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/8645930489089158973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/8645930489089158973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-parents-day1.html' title='NO-PARENTS-DAY1'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-2519271108079687985</id><published>2009-05-21T06:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T06:57:32.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Parents will be out til sunday! :)) hurrah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;-- will be blogging later. have a nice day everyone ;)&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/6602643396871171022-2519271108079687985?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/2519271108079687985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/05/d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/2519271108079687985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/2519271108079687985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/05/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-2879479554389754010</id><published>2009-05-20T10:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:45:12.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REPOST. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Due to my layout limitations.( Fonts were too small :\. but i love it though :P ) I decided to repost this entry. Here's for everyone :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;BITTER KA PA BA OR BETTER KA NA BA??!by: M.C. Duane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatawa talaga ang love.. Lahat ng pwede mong masabi sa kanya, baliktarin mo at totoo pa rin. Ang labo diba? Pero ang linaw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Masaya magmahal. Malungkot magmahal. Di mo naiintindihan pero naiintindihan mo. Walang rason. Maraming rason. Di mo na kaya, pero kaya mo pa rin. Masakit magmahal. Pero okey lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Leche, ano ba talaga?! May kaibigan ako, sabi niya dati "Love is only for stupid people." Nakakatawa kasi loud ang standing niya, pero dumating ang panahon, na-in-love din ang hunghang. At ayun, tanga na siya ngayon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Hindi lang kasi basta baliktaran ang pag-ibig. Lahat ng bagay nababaligtad din niya. Lahat ng malalakas na tao, humihina. Ang mayayabang, nagpapakumbaba. Ang mga walang pakialam, nagiging Mother Theresa. Ang mga henyo, nauubusan ng sagot. Ang malulungkot, sumasaya. Ang matitigas, lumalambot. (At tumitigas din ang mga bagay na madalas nama'y malambot.) &lt;em&gt;LOL for that! :))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatawa talaga. Lalo na kapag dumadating siya sa mga taong ayaw na talaga magmahal. Napansin ko nga eh. Parang kung gusto mo lang ma-in-love ulit, sabihin mo lang ang magic words na "Ayoko na ma-inlove!" biglang WACHA!! Ayan na siya. Nang-aasar. Magpapaasar ka naman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Di ba nakakatawa rin na pagdating sa problema ng ibang tao, ang galing galing mo? Pero 'pag problema mo na yung pinag-uusapan, AYAN NA!! NANGANGAMOTE KA NA!! Nung ikaw ang nagpapayo parang "LOVE DOCTOR" ang dating mo pero pag ikaw na ang may problema sa PAG-IBIG eh hindi mo na alam KUNG PAANO MO GAGAMUTIN ANG NARARAMDAMAN MO... NATURAL!!! Eto ang sasabihin sa inyo ni M.C. DUANE, BAKIT NAKAKITA NA BA KAYO NG DOKTOR NA GUMAMOT NG KANYANG SARILE?? HAHAHA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Parang nawawalan ng saysay lahat ng ipinayo mo dun sa namomroblemang tao Naiisip mong wala namang mali dun sa mga sinabi mo. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pero bakit parang wala ring tama?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Bali-baliktad din ang nasasabi ng mga taong tinamaan ng madugong pana ng pag-ibig. "Ngayon ko lang nalaman ganito pala. Sabi ko na eh!" "Ang sarap mabuhay. Pwede na 'ko mamatay. Now na!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Ang sarap din pagtawanan ng mga taong alam naman nilang masasaktan lang sila eh magpapatihulog pa rin sa bangin ng pag-ibig. Tapos 'pag luray-luray na yung puso nila, siyempre hindi sila yung may kasalanan. Siya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;"Bakit niya 'ko sinaktan?" May kasama pang pagsuntok sa pader yon, at pagbabagsak ng pinto. Hayop talaga. Mauubos ang buong magdamag ko kakasabi ng mga bagay na nakakatawa 'pag pag-ibig na ang pinag-usapan. Ang daming beses ko na kasi siya nakasalubong kaya masasabi ko nang eksperto na'ko PAGPAPAYO.. Pero wala pa rin akong alam N' that's FOREAL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Pero ang pinakanakakatawa sa lahat ay ang katotohanang kapag gusto magpatawa ng pag-ibig, ipusta na mo na lahat ng ari-arian mo PATI NANAY AT TATAY MO IPUSTA MO NA DIN dahil siguradong ikaw ang punchline. Nakakatawa noh?? Nakakaiyak...... LOLS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;credits to ate grace :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://glamorousgracey.multiply.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://glamorousgracey.multiply.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602643396871171022-2879479554389754010?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/2879479554389754010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/05/repost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/2879479554389754010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/2879479554389754010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/05/repost.html' title='REPOST. :)'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-8522052694345200110</id><published>2009-05-19T21:19:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:49:37.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll call it a day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Another typical day to end. :\ Nothing much has happened. Pigged out, sleep.. blah.blah. Still haven't registered for my voter's ID. Haha. Another lie to my mom. For the second time. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;"NO REGISTRATION FORMS YET."&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;And oh, I am STILL waiting for additional subjects this coming semester. Calling &lt;a href="http://systemone.uplb.edu.ph/"&gt;Systemone&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MAAWA.&lt;/span&gt; T____T Don't want to lengthen my stay at your school. &lt;s&gt;MORE&lt;/s&gt; units please.[?] I have to graduate as soon as possible. And having &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;9 units&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(wtf.)&lt;/span&gt; for the next sem won't help me.&lt;br /&gt;:((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Oh Well, I have to bid this blog a goodnight (and to my new links too! :D) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;GOOD NIGHT EVERYONE. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;S&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt;et&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;est &lt;/span&gt;dre&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;ams&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;. . . . (o,o) *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Been worried the whole day. Ugh!. :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;btw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337526307971593010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 52px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/ShKz5c3y8zI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tRqFJV6drKE/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602643396871171022-8522052694345200110?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/8522052694345200110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/05/ill-call-it-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/8522052694345200110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/8522052694345200110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/05/ill-call-it-day.html' title='i&apos;ll call it a day.'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/ShKz5c3y8zI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tRqFJV6drKE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-5227643466506425134</id><published>2009-05-18T16:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T17:30:13.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For you, Mister.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;JUST SO YOU KNOW:..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Every day, I fight back the urge to text you or call you, telling myself&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;if you wanted to talk to me, you would.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And it kills me. Breaks me down every single day hoping, things will get back to the way they were before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, I caught you looking at me. I was talking and you were watching. I don't know if it was a sign when our eyes met, but I miss you. Yeah, i miss you even though we're together. The sad part is, this is becoming a routine. This isn't right.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Maybe my heart speeding up is a little too much for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ugh. And for this, I came to realize that I should be asking God for one thing.. It is the maturity to realize that not all the time you could expect someone to be there for you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;every single minute you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;want them to be around&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;call you in the middle of the night, be with you all the time, kiss you goodnight, keeps your phone line busy, laughs at your corniest jokes, winks at you back,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lets you win over a game of basketball&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wishes you sweet dreams,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;never lets your day end without a single i love you&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;finishes the food for you, lets you listen to your current favorite song even though it keeps on playing over and over again, lets you cry your heart out and the moment you knew he&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;comforts you with a big hug&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kiss your nose, hold your hands while crossing the street, gets mad at you for showing "much skin" with your clothes and most of all hearing the sweetest words when you least expect it. See? I could say this things because this is how we were.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This is how we used to be.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe some things mention still happens. But then, only some. I know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you have the life of your own&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I may be too attached, but trust me that i trust you.. More than you could ever know. I hope this simplest gesture is enough to convince you. I just really miss you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003300;"&gt;PS. iloveyou so much mister.&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/6602643396871171022-5227643466506425134?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/5227643466506425134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-you-mister.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/5227643466506425134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/5227643466506425134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-you-mister.html' title='For you, Mister.'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-8686035997259764068</id><published>2009-05-17T15:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T15:41:54.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i agree. ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Sabi nila, it is not the students fault if they fail in their subjects. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;It is because the year has 365 days and when you take this into consideration:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Sundays and rest days = 52/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Days left: 313&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Summer= 50 days, mahirap mag- aral kapag mainit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Days left: 263&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Sleep, kelangan 8 hours araw araw = 130 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Days left: 141&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Relaxation, kelangan 1hr/ day sabi nila good for health = 15 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Days left: 126&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Food, 3 meals/ snacktime 2 hours estimate, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;dapat chew properly = 30 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Days left: 96&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Chitchat, “as a social animal” sabihin ng 1hr/day ay nakikipagchikahan = 15 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Days left: 81&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Exams = mga 35 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Days left: 46&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Fiestas/ Holidays for rally = 37&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Days left: 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Illness, nagkakasakit ka rin naman minsan let us say 4 days a year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Days left: 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Orgs, syempre may orgs act pa, 4 days para dun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Days left: 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;One day left and that day is your birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;How can you study on that day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Day left: 0&lt;/span&gt;! Wala! None!Saan mo ngayon isisingit ang pag- aaral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003300;"&gt;credits to: quotesbox.blogspot.com :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602643396871171022-8686035997259764068?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/8686035997259764068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-agree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/8686035997259764068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/8686035997259764068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-agree.html' title='i agree. ;)'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-98358676135816688</id><published>2009-05-17T14:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T14:34:10.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>butterflies on my stomach. :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;D*MN YOU GLOBE. nakaen na naman load ko for the nth time. x( i keep on reloading pero next thing i knew, CHECK OP. na naman akooo. ugh. THANK YOU for you 40 "free texts", gamet na gamet talaga sya.. x( now i only have 20 pesos. twenty. pesos. only. on. my. wallet. rar! perfect timing for a love-that's-shaking night. : uhmmm. i'll forgive Globe for the meantime. haha. So, i won't keep ranting.. it would be quite ironic for my blog title. :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*clears throat* after all the drama nights and &lt;s&gt;endless&lt;/s&gt; break-up attempts. WE FINALLY MADE UP! :] attended mass. i kept complaining about my hungry stomach. [?] (ugh! should have taken breakfast. kase naman.. haha) talked bout things that "somehow" matter. x) and went home with a relief.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FINALLY.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;G: Okay, I have a question for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;B: Alright, ask me.[[short pause]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;G: What do you see when you look in my eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;B: You honestly wanna know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;G: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;B: My future.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;HINDI SYA KOooOoRNI. ok reader? :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;done. just want to have a blog post for this day. :) cause i am totally.. really..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&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/6602643396871171022-98358676135816688?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/98358676135816688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/05/butterflies-on-my-stomach-p.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/98358676135816688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/98358676135816688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/05/butterflies-on-my-stomach-p.html' title='butterflies on my stomach. :P'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-4656354893693747855</id><published>2009-05-13T07:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T07:52:24.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't leave me here.. on the edge of my dreams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;This is not what I want.. I'll just let you take over.. and as for me?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;MAYBE I SHOULD LEARN TO LOOSEN MY GRIP&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BIT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;AND LEARN TO CRY A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LITTLE LESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.. it's not helping me. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602643396871171022-4656354893693747855?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/4656354893693747855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-leave-me-here-on-edge-of-my-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/4656354893693747855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/4656354893693747855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-leave-me-here-on-edge-of-my-dreams.html' title='Don&apos;t leave me here.. on the edge of my dreams.'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-1362704028057393126</id><published>2009-05-12T08:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:12:44.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't take these advices. x)</title><content type='html'>These outdated relationship rules are like spam messages:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;FEEL FREE TO IGNORE.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Don't date a bad boy."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- Uh. Everyone says he'll break your heart. But a guy who &lt;strong&gt;bends&lt;/strong&gt; the rules or crack jokes make you blush can be &lt;em&gt;good &lt;/em&gt;for you (as lone as he is not a law-breaking bad boy.) He opens you up for new ideas, which &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;challenges&lt;/span&gt; you to think differently- can strengthen beliefs that are important to you. &lt;strong&gt;(NOTE: A BAD BOY COULD BE A GOOD KISSER :P)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Fighting means you're not right for each other."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- Actually, fighting (in a nonviolent way, of course!) can actually mean that you two are &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;growing&lt;/span&gt; even closer. Arguing is how you learn to ask for what ou want in a relationship - and to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;listen&lt;/span&gt; to what your guy needs. Just make sure you're not fighting the same things over and over. If you both keep rehashing the same arguments, it means NEITHER of you is &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;compromising,&lt;/span&gt; which is a crucial element in any relationship.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"IF THE RELATIONSHIP SEEMS ROCKY, TAKE A BREAK."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- Sure, giving each other some breathing room when you're having problems sounds like a good plan. But sometimes, i mean most of the time.. BREAK is just a pretend way to end the relationship without being gutsy enough to &lt;em&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt; do it. In th long run, that will only lead to confusion: Can you keep in touch? Hook up? See other people? And someone is bound to get hurt. Instead, figure out how you can fix things &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;together.&lt;/span&gt; If you can't, it's &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;time to let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TAKE IT FROM ME :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--Being in a relationship for 16 months seems easy as eating blueberry cheescake from Red Ribbon, but it may be as complicated as choosing the perfect "jeans-to-last-for-a-lifetime" (to buy or not to buy?). But one thing for sure, I have learned: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It won't always be about you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You just have to keep your mouth shut if he needs it and at the same time, you have to speak what's on your mind because that's all he ever wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602643396871171022-1362704028057393126?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/1362704028057393126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-take-these-advices-x.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/1362704028057393126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/1362704028057393126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-take-these-advices-x.html' title='Don&apos;t take these advices. x)'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-43623657282250381</id><published>2009-05-11T19:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T19:23:43.400+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kewl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Bestest of the Best Days so far :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;REASONS WHY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;been able to escape my "summer job" at Southpick Resort, at least for a day. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;reached Los Baños despite of my achy toe. :( haha. my in-grown sucks. FVCK :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;uh. commuted back to Pansol, Calamba. WRONG DESTINATION. x) this was the time i really felt bad for each dough im paying. :( MAHAL NG PAMASAHE!!!! ugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AT LAST, we reached GRAND BAY RESORT. :)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;arrived at the place freakin' hungry yet, fulfilled with the view. haha. MANGHA :)) yey! i was able to see a "new" resort for my senses. ahh :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MAJOR REASON WHY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;SPENT THE WHOLE DAY WITH MY GUY. ooyeah. bitin nga lang. x) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602643396871171022-43623657282250381?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/43623657282250381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/05/bestest-of-best-days-so-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/43623657282250381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/43623657282250381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/05/bestest-of-best-days-so-far.html' title='Bestest of the Best Days so far :)'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-7096266807070274218</id><published>2009-04-11T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:50:44.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>summer. bummed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;been weeks since my last post. pff. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;been busy. been bummed. been busy. been bummed.&lt;/span&gt; wtf. this summer's trying to kill me. : though, i want this worthwhile. i just can't make the most out of each single.. darn.. day. *i scream* i need to learn how to comprehend on things MORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;anyways... i'll be back soon. very soon. &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/6602643396871171022-7096266807070274218?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/7096266807070274218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/04/summer-bummed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/7096266807070274218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/7096266807070274218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/04/summer-bummed.html' title='summer. bummed'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-1474729967314904859</id><published>2009-04-03T17:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T17:56:03.205+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='castro para sayo lang toh :)'/><title type='text'>Hold my hand. We'll make it I swear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;o4o3o9&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; 15TH MONTHSARY MHINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;sarcastic.&lt;/s&gt; uh. somehow. bawi naman. [pondering*] ugh. this is definitely not our day, right? pero okay lang yaan. matagal pa toh :D PROMISE. dami pa chance. i just hope you''re okay at this moment. i really hope you are.. wag ka kasing plastik. x) haha. -- &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;tandaan mu yan. AND i don't want to see you that unhappy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cheer up. sige naaaa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;look. i even posted a blog for you AGAIN. argh. di ko na alam kung panu ka pa icocomfort eh. &lt;u&gt;sincere toh. x)&lt;/u&gt; kalimutan na yan. I'M STILL HERE. Chubi's still here. eh? :)) hahaha. OO NA. AKO NAA MUSHY. :)))) let's just save our day habang may chance pa :) i want this summer worthwhile. okie? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;ok. done :) for the readers. clearly, this entry is for HIM only. nyaha. please, bear with me AGAIN. this is MY blog anyway. ;)&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/6602643396871171022-1474729967314904859?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/1474729967314904859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/04/hold-my-hand-well-make-it-i-swear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/1474729967314904859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/1474729967314904859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/04/hold-my-hand-well-make-it-i-swear.html' title='Hold my hand. We&apos;ll make it I swear.'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-496157540656397574</id><published>2009-03-27T13:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T13:07:55.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitter? or better?.</title><content type='html'>BITTER KA PA BA OR BETTER KA NA BA??!by: M.C. Duane&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatawa talaga ang love.. Lahat ng pwede mong masabi sa kanya, baliktarin mo at totoo pa rin. Ang labo diba? Pero ang linaw.&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masaya magmahal. Malungkot magmahal. Di mo naiintindihan pero naiintindihan mo. Walang rason. Maraming rason. Di mo na kaya, pero kaya mo pa rin. Masakit magmahal. Pero okey lang.&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leche, ano ba talaga?! May kaibigan ako, sabi niya dati "Love is only for stupid people." Nakakatawa kasi loud ang standing niya, pero dumating ang panahon, na-in-love din ang hunghang. At ayun, tanga na siya ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi lang kasi basta baliktaran ang pag-ibig. Lahat ng bagay nababaligtad din niya. Lahat ng malalakas na tao, humihina. Ang mayayabang, nagpapakumbaba. Ang mga walang pakialam, nagiging Mother Theresa. Ang mga henyo, nauubusan ng sagot. Ang malulungkot, sumasaya. Ang matitigas, lumalambot. (At tumitigas din ang mga bagay na madalas nama'y malambot.)&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatawa talaga. Lalo na kapag dumadating siya sa mga taong ayaw na talaga magmahal. Napansin ko nga eh. Parang kung gusto mo lang ma-in-love ulit, sabihin mo lang ang magic words na "Ayoko na ma-inlove!" biglang WACHA!! Ayan na siya. Nang-aasar. Magpapaasar ka naman.&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ba nakakatawa rin na pagdating sa problema ng ibang tao, ang galing galing mo? Pero 'pag problema mo na yung pinag-uusapan, AYAN NA!! NANGANGAMOTE KA NA!! Nung ikaw ang nagpapayo parang "LOVE DOCTOR" ang dating mo pero pag ikaw na ang may problema sa PAG-IBIG eh hindi mo na alam KUNG PAANO MO GAGAMUTIN ANG NARARAMDAMAN MO... NATURAL!!! Eto ang sasabihin sa inyo ni M.C. DUANE, BAKIT NAKAKITA NA BA KAYO NG DOKTOR NA GUMAMOT NG KANYANG SARILE?? HAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang nawawalan ng saysay lahat ng ipinayo mo dun sa namomroblemang tao Naiisip mong wala namang mali dun sa mga sinabi mo. Pero bakit parang wala ring tama?&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bali-baliktad din ang nasasabi ng mga taong tinamaan ng madugong pana ng pag-ibig. "Ngayon ko lang nalaman ganito pala. Sabi ko na eh!" "Ang sarap mabuhay. Pwede na 'ko mamatay. Now na!"&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang sarap din pagtawanan ng mga taong alam naman nilang masasaktan lang sila eh magpapatihulog pa rin sa bangin ng pag-ibig. Tapos 'pag luray-luray na yung puso nila, siyempre hindi sila yung may kasalanan. Siya!&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bakit niya 'ko sinaktan?" May kasama pang pagsuntok sa pader yon, at pagbabagsak ng pinto. Hayop talaga. Mauubos ang buong magdamag ko kakasabi ng mga bagay na nakakatawa 'pag pag-ibig na ang pinag-usapan. Ang daming beses ko na kasi siya nakasalubong kaya masasabi ko nang eksperto na'ko PAGPAPAYO.. Pero wala pa rin akong alam N' that's FOREAL!!!&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero ang pinakanakakatawa sa lahat ay ang katotohanang kapag gusto magpatawa ng pag-ibig, ipusta na mo na lahat ng ari-arian mo PATI NANAY AT TATAY MO IPUSTA MO NA DIN dahil siguradong ikaw ang punchline. Nakakatawa noh?? Nakakaiyak...... LOLS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits to ate grace :) &lt;a href="http://glamorousgracey.multiply.com/"&gt;http://glamorousgracey.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602643396871171022-496157540656397574?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/496157540656397574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/03/bitter-or-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/496157540656397574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/496157540656397574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/03/bitter-or-better.html' title='bitter? or better?.'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-1375592700244711833</id><published>2009-03-26T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:18:21.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I SURVIVED. eh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hurrah! second semester's over :P [eyes.twinkling] (*_*) i took my eng1 departamental exam today. [i TOTALLY hope it'll turn out good.] grrr. bummer it is, i have to take the final exam for my econ11 class on monday. :\ AND I HAVE TO LEAVE HOME AT 5AM coz' the exam will start at exactly 7am. kasi namaaan. 30% from the recit class is too weak(that's the reason why i stopped attending :P) because i know 70% grade from my lecture class is MORE important. &gt;:\ di pala. waaaaa. i PASSED [emphasis here] the 3 long exams. pero.peroo. *sniff* ugh. :\ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; nuf' said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on.. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MORE ABOUT my so-called-SURVIVAL.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i survived the day without thinking bout 'unnecessary" thoughts. waha! alam na :)) i was fully focused on my exam, together with the fact that i WAS feeling es-ay-en-dyi-el-ih kanina. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF YOU DON'T CARE, THEN I DON'T CARE.. WE'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-- Losing Grip. Avril Lavigne&lt;/center&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/6602643396871171022-1375592700244711833?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/1375592700244711833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-survived-eh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/1375592700244711833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/1375592700244711833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-survived-eh.html' title='I SURVIVED. eh?'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-9152233196221932210</id><published>2009-03-25T15:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T15:11:21.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Check.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'D RATHER HAVE NO ONE, THAN BEING WITH SOMEBODY HALF-THERE, HALF MINE.&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/6602643396871171022-9152233196221932210?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/9152233196221932210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/03/reality-check.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/9152233196221932210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/9152233196221932210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/03/reality-check.html' title='Reality Check.'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-7831235713516245137</id><published>2009-03-24T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:55:01.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS THE PART WHERE YOU LEAVE ME..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;itter mode muna ako. ampf. okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today has been not-so-good-until-i-found-something-to-do-ALL-BY-MYSELF. Uh? Actually, not totally all by myself. :P Pero parang ganun na din. : Then, loads of realization crossed the threshold of my mind. IN LESS THAN A DAY, I was able to see who i have become since i entered the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so-called-COMMITMENT.&lt;/span&gt; I don't know, I'm not even sure of what the heck my hand's are typing here.. It's just, my mind dictates. First of all, FOR YOU BOY, [i know, somehow you'll know about this blog post] don't take this negatively.. and for the readers, ugh. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;intindihin nyo na lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Hopefully, you'll get my drift here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When Peter Pan saw Tinkerbell again, after quite sometime, he asked:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Why did you have to go away for so long?" Tinkerbell replied: "You never gave me a &lt;u&gt;REASON&lt;/u&gt; to come back,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; I WAS THERE WHEN YOU NEEDED ME,&lt;/span&gt; but I guess you never showed how important I am to your life, now its different and now we have changed. But I'm still smiling."&lt;br /&gt;Peter then asked. "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinkerbell: "I myself don't know the reason. It's just that now.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IT'S YOUR TURN TO MISS ME.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boom. BOOM! very well said. If only I have this courage.. haha. oh my.. &lt;u&gt;reality check,&lt;/u&gt; &lt;s&gt;sometimes&lt;/s&gt; you have to see yourself in a cosmic world for you to see what's reality to what's not. It's either, you'll expect or see yourself having nothing at all. It's much safer that way. I want this &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; perfect. really. Yet I know, This'll never be. I'm just in the midst of confusion. [i think, it's pretty obvious in this blog post :P] &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;c'mon guys, deal with it&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; IMMATURITY could kill, specially if one expects something good to come out of it.&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eh wala talaga.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;gaarrr. :\ Dunno if his way of dealing with it is to just IGNORE the hell out of me. for me. &lt;em&gt;sakin lang ah. &lt;/em&gt;It's not helping.. It just makes me want to ask for MORE and throw "tantrums" and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;tampo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;attitude. Clingy? pff. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; yes, or is it &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;really a YES? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;waa. waa. waaaaaa. Two person's expectations that doesn't meet, one is immature : one is too much to handle, one is "too busy" : one is trying to be busy, one wants this : one needs that, "been there, done that attitude", &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"i want to be with you forever"&lt;/span&gt; line and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"this forever's not going to be that easy"&lt;/span&gt; spot. Tell me, do you think we're going somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--kewl. Too much grasp in a day. What an achievement. Boo. This won't help. DAMN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602643396871171022-7831235713516245137?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/7831235713516245137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-part-where-you-leave-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/7831235713516245137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/7831235713516245137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-part-where-you-leave-me.html' title='THIS IS THE PART WHERE YOU LEAVE ME..'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-716914913248513710</id><published>2009-03-22T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T09:53:41.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HURRAH! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;oops. i merely forgot :)) haha. March 22.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ERIKA!!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315824058741718674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/ScWZ0SXGfpI/AAAAAAAAADY/mydWQdII5iA/s320/erika.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy. happy. haaaapppyy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/ScWZlc5_6RI/AAAAAAAAADQ/UyLuZFrTCEg/s1600-h/erika.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602643396871171022-716914913248513710?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/716914913248513710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/03/hurrah-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/716914913248513710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/716914913248513710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/03/hurrah-d.html' title='HURRAH! :D'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/ScWZ0SXGfpI/AAAAAAAAADY/mydWQdII5iA/s72-c/erika.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-392440259488784877</id><published>2009-03-22T09:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T09:48:32.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swing swing..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ugh. Sunday.. the day i hate. pff.&lt;/em&gt;  And last night went out bad. &lt;s&gt;blame it on the mood swings.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's part of my nature.&lt;/span&gt;  Get it? People soo close to me understands. :P haha. So i don't have to dole out about it. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For now.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But sometimes i lose it, im out of control slash losing my grip. &lt;u&gt;And for my guy, he needs to deal with it.&lt;/u&gt; I love him and I don't want him feeling the way he's not supposed to feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IM SORRY. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ahhh. random thoughts again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What if.. Why not, Why can't I?.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6602643396871171022-392440259488784877?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/392440259488784877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/03/swing-swing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/392440259488784877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/392440259488784877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/03/swing-swing.html' title='Swing swing..'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-7735679525759292602</id><published>2009-03-21T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T10:03:29.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for YOU, mister..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/ScRECmL-TAI/AAAAAAAAACg/w_eFk6fsb_o/s1600-h/IMG0369A.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315448271605222402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/ScRECmL-TAI/AAAAAAAAACg/w_eFk6fsb_o/s320/IMG0369A.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;woot!&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;haha. hi. :) uh. sabi mu kasi wala ka space dito. aun. soo,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; i decided to post a blog specially for you ;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;hope this could make you feel a lot happier. (fingers.crossed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never thought we could last this long.. mahaba-haba pa toh :) kaya pa ba? hmm. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i just want you to stay as long as you want.&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;let me stay here as long as you need me..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i loveyou and that's the only thing my mind recognizes as what-matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; i swear. i may not have the chance to say these things to you. but i thank you. soo much. you dont know how happy i am to have you ;) [naks. haha. +10pts for mushiness :p] hopefully.. uh.. forever? i somehow have second thoughts about that, what about.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;today i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt; ask me again &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tomorow&lt;/span&gt;. :) and the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;next day&lt;/span&gt;.. and.. the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;next day&lt;/span&gt;? :D haha. :* i'll just keep whispering the same three words..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;marquee direction="right" behavior="alternate"&gt;☻☻☻&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;John Salandanan Castro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;marquee behavior="alternate"&gt;☻☻☻&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;first saw him shooting some hoops in sci-tech hs. XD basketball varsity, nice height, chinky eyes. definitely, my type of guy. c; haha. :)) &lt;i&gt;'masungit nga lang. nakow.&lt;/i&gt; XO' pero first impressions don't really last :) . &lt;i&gt;'mabait naman pala.. kahit papanu.&lt;/i&gt; XD' &lt;b&gt;papable&lt;/b&gt;(yeah. gay lingo. XD) ,habulin ng girls. (pati ng mga bading XD ,peace out. c;)[note: he's obviously &lt;b&gt;TAKEN&lt;/b&gt;. so, back-off (tamaan,sapul XD) ]ö err. madalas &lt;i&gt;bangag&lt;/i&gt; XD i won't forget the time i saw him dancing the soulja boy. :)) (kala mu di ko nakita un ah. ^.^) hmm. matakaw 'DAW'[*noted. ü] sya. wahaha. mahirap lang paniwalaan (yatot. c;) . XD &lt;u&gt;responsible&lt;/u&gt; toh. :) kuya eh. haha. katakot kxe magalit (pero nasa tama naman c;). kawawa si jason dito (palit tau ng kapatid. you like? :D). &lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;(x.x)&lt;/span&gt; waa. hmm. he never runs out of senseful things to say (lab nya logic. :) ), ako lagi nauubusan ng sasabihin pag kausap ko toh eh. :x, at seryoso 'DAW'[*again, noted. ü] sya sa studies. :)) wee. pero, mukhang totoo naman. may pangarap yumaman eh. XD(so, goodluck future engr.castro c;) he takes every circumstances ahead of him lightly, (mature mag-isip) kaya hanga ako dito eh.. 'conservative'.strict( bawal mag-shorts pag kasama sya. T.T pero minsan, &lt;s&gt;lusot&lt;/s&gt;. :D).open-minded.independent.wise.&lt;b&gt;pasensyoso&lt;/b&gt;(s-u-p-e-r ^.^) yep, that's him. c; err. hmm. he may not be the perfect boyfriend, but definitely the best. :) and i soo love this guy.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;--JINKY TO JOHN. &lt;u&gt;commented on friendster last August 14, 2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/ScRGhoC0VAI/AAAAAAAAADI/qVSzbv36V9A/s1600-h/IMG0371A.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315451003702891522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/ScRGhoC0VAI/AAAAAAAAADI/qVSzbv36V9A/s320/IMG0371A.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;PS. this blog is entitled for being oversentimental. :p &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;btw. i wanna grow old with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I think love is a rare thing in the world. If you think you can have it with this girl, then fuck whoever tries to stop you and fuck their rules. Take the risk and do whatever you can do and try not to get caught. If you do get caught, do it again..&lt;/span&gt; -- A Million Little Pieces. James Frey. [credits to aubrey for this :)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602643396871171022-7735679525759292602?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/7735679525759292602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-you-mister.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/7735679525759292602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/7735679525759292602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-you-mister.html' title='for YOU, mister..'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/ScRECmL-TAI/AAAAAAAAACg/w_eFk6fsb_o/s72-c/IMG0369A.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-4948518747354642479</id><published>2009-03-20T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T19:39:14.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something to lark about :))</title><content type='html'>tpos na ba exams mo?&lt;br /&gt;para ako nmn sagutin mo..&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------- --------&lt;br /&gt;ako na magbabayad ng tuition fee mo...&lt;br /&gt;basta pag aralan mo lang na mahalin ako..&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------- --------------&lt;br /&gt;naniniwala ka ba sa love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;o gusto mong dumaan ulit ako?&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------- --------------&lt;br /&gt;" ikaw ba my ari ng crayola,&lt;br /&gt;u gave color to my life kc eh.."&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------- --------------&lt;br /&gt;" may lahi ka bang keyboard?&lt;br /&gt;type kc kita eh.."&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------- --------------&lt;br /&gt;" may sasakyan ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;kc you drive me crazy!"&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------- -----------&lt;br /&gt;"Ano bang height mo?&lt;br /&gt;Pano ka nagkasya sa puso ko?!"&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------- --------------&lt;br /&gt;"May kilala ka bang gumagawa ng relo?&lt;br /&gt;Tumitigil kasi ang oras pag kasama kita!"&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------- --------------&lt;br /&gt;"May alam ka bang mental institute?&lt;br /&gt;Nawawala kasi ako sa sarili pag kasama kita!"&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------- --------------&lt;br /&gt;ur parents must be a greek!&lt;br /&gt;becoz ur a goddess&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------- --------------&lt;br /&gt;gusto mong bilhan kita ng salbabida?&lt;br /&gt;bka kc malunod ka sa pag-ibig ko eh!&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------- --------------&lt;br /&gt;dictionary kaba?&lt;br /&gt;binigyan mo kc ng meaning ang buhay ko eh!&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------- -------------&lt;br /&gt;hindi ka ba nppgod??&lt;br /&gt;takbo ka kc ng takbo sa isip ko eh..&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------- --------------&lt;br /&gt;nasaktan ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;xe anghel kang nahulog sa lupa ehh&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------- -------------&lt;br /&gt;magnanakaw ba ang tatay mo?&lt;br /&gt;xe prng ninakaw nia ang lht ng mga tala sa langit at inilagay sa mga mata mo&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------- --------------&lt;br /&gt;kumakain ka ba ng sugar?&lt;br /&gt;ang tamis xe ng ngiti mo ehh&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------- -----&lt;br /&gt;"Magnet ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;Attracted kasi ako sau!&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------- -------&lt;br /&gt;if im a test....&lt;br /&gt;sasagutin moh ba ako??&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------- -----&lt;br /&gt;gano ba klakas ang vector force mo?&lt;br /&gt;an lakas kc ng hatak mo sa puso ko eh&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------- -----------&lt;br /&gt;i forgot ur name&lt;br /&gt;cn i call u mine?&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------- ------&lt;br /&gt;i lose my #&lt;br /&gt;-cn i get urs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[oi! haha. spotted. wrong grammar. tsk. instant. basted:)) it's LOST dude. LOST.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;ang buhay ko ay parang nksakay sa seesaw&lt;br /&gt;pag wala ka down ako!&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------- -------------&lt;br /&gt;wat if one day yayain kitang mag check-in&lt;br /&gt;Joy sa Jollibee? lilibre mo b ko ha?&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------- --------------&lt;br /&gt;seswertihin ka sa pag ibig ngayon taon....&lt;br /&gt;kung magiging akin ka!&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------- --------------&lt;br /&gt;hoy bukas sisingilin n kita ng renta ha?&lt;br /&gt;ang tagal mo n kc naninirahan sa puso ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[cge na ngaa. benta na :p]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------- -------&lt;br /&gt;kung businessman aq d kita bbentahan ng mura!&lt;br /&gt;kc sayo lang aq magma2hal!!!&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------- ---------------&lt;br /&gt;"excuse me, kumain ka ba ng mais?"&lt;br /&gt;"ang CORNy mo kasi!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[uh. nanliligaw right?]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------- -------&lt;br /&gt;"namamalat na naman ang puso ko.."&lt;br /&gt;sa kasisigaw ng pangalan mo!"&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------- ----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. goodluck for those who intends to use these "pambanat" lines. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--STEAL. posted by eyeshield21.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602643396871171022-4948518747354642479?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/4948518747354642479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/03/something-to-lark-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/4948518747354642479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/4948518747354642479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/03/something-to-lark-about.html' title='something to lark about :))'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-2825774966620909380</id><published>2009-03-20T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T13:44:26.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELL WEEK UPDATE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;boom. exam weeks are over. : im just waiting for the results. T___T *wish wish* &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Looooord. pasado lang, pwede naaaaa."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;err. i &lt;strong&gt;flunked math14 pre-fi&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;em&gt; pero mahatak sana ng exercises ko.&lt;/em&gt; (o.o)' pff. and then, aun. next "failing-grade-prone" subject would be my &lt;strong&gt;econ11&lt;/strong&gt;, next would b &lt;strong&gt;eng1&lt;/strong&gt; and.. uh. &lt;strong&gt;ansci&lt;/strong&gt;? shit. :( so much for my freshman days in UPLB. darn..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602643396871171022-2825774966620909380?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/2825774966620909380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/03/hell-week-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/2825774966620909380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/2825774966620909380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/03/hell-week-update.html' title='HELL WEEK UPDATE.'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-8442874163006584010</id><published>2009-03-14T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:22:17.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a thought..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You see, here’s me… Type A, determined, goal setter/slayer extrodinare that just realized that she’s paralyzed. Never before in my life have I not been able to SEE my future. What I mean is I’m a planner… I’ve planned my life from the moment I struck out on my own. And no, things don’t and didn’t always go the way I planned but despite speedbumps I always made my destination. But over the last few days I’ve just been overwrought with this realization that I’m paralyzed… frozen in time. I can’t see past tomorrow. Everyday is the same… I’ve never ever been like this… It was like hitting a brick wall but not realizing what I’d crashed into until hours, hell months, later. Like a coma… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this feeling! I like to ugh, be in control of my destiny. And I don’t like the fact that I feel like I’ve lost it…. &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/6602643396871171022-8442874163006584010?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/8442874163006584010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/8442874163006584010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/8442874163006584010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-thought.html' title='just a thought..'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-5011618221062158062</id><published>2009-03-14T21:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:07:43.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just want to be alone and that's not always bad. The world can be annoying sometimes and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; I just need to be alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;bullsh*t. haha. sino emo? fvck : i can't comprehend on things anymore. anu ba yaaan. letse lang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602643396871171022-5011618221062158062?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/5011618221062158062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-just-want-to-be-alone-and-thats-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/5011618221062158062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/5011618221062158062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-just-want-to-be-alone-and-thats-not.html' title=''/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-5911782735269819196</id><published>2009-03-13T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T10:25:16.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="ln1"&gt;19 ways to keep a girl&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln1');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="ln2"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="ln3"&gt;1. DON'T FORCE HER TO DO ANYTHING.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="ln4"&gt;[She won't trust you if you do &amp;amp; it'll be awkward]&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="ln5"&gt;2. Grab her hand when you walk next to each other.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln5');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="ln6"&gt;[She always gets butterflies when you do it; it makes her feel like you want her]&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln6');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="ln7"&gt;3. When standing, wrap your arms around her.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln7');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="ln8"&gt;[It makes her feel like you really love her.]&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln8');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="ln9"&gt;4. Cuddle with her.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln9');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="ln10"&gt;[She'll feel like your there for her]&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln10');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="ln11"&gt;5. Hug her from behind&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln11');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="ln12"&gt;[It makes her feel special]&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln12');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="ln13"&gt;6. Write little notes.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln13');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="ln14"&gt;[She smiles. They're cute; The end]&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln14');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="ln15"&gt;7. Compliment her Honestly.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln15');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="ln16"&gt;[No girl likes a liar and no girl likes a person who lies about it when you compliment her]&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln16');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="ln17"&gt;8. When you hug her, hold her in your arms as long as possible.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln17');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="ln18"&gt;[It makes her feel wanted]&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln18');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="ln19"&gt;9. Be super sweet to her. = )&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln19');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="ln20"&gt;[All girls like a super sweet guy]&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln20');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="ln21"&gt;10. Call her at night to wish her sweet dreams.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln21');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="ln22"&gt;[She'll go to bed with a smile]&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln22');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="ln23"&gt;11. Comfort her when she cries.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln23');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="ln24"&gt;[She'll feel like you'll ALWAYS be there for her]&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln24');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="ln25"&gt;12.Wipe away her tears&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln25');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="ln26"&gt;[It'll show you'll always be there]&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln26');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="ln27"&gt;13. Love her with all your heart.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln27');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="ln28"&gt;[Not with your brain... or your ......]&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln28');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="ln29"&gt;14. Pick her up and flirt with her (she'll scream and say put me down but really she loves it).&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln29');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="ln30"&gt;[It's true boys!]&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln30');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="ln31"&gt;15. Be a gentleman (hold the door for her).&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln31');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="ln32"&gt;[Every girl loves a guy who is a gentleman]&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln32');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="ln33"&gt;16. DON'T let your friends talk trash about her, it'll get back 2 her&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln33');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="ln34"&gt;[&amp;amp; it'll make her feel like you aren't really there for her]&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln34');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="ln35"&gt;17. Take her for a long walk at night!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln35');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="ln36"&gt;[She just wants to be alone. &amp;amp; that's not always bad. The world can be annoying sometimes &amp;amp; you just need to be alone.]&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln36');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="ln37"&gt;18. When it's cold outside hold her close&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln37');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="ln38"&gt;[You want her to be happy &amp;amp; she's happy in your arms]&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln38');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="ln39"&gt;19. Draw on or rub her back as she is tryin to rest or sleep&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln39');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="ln40"&gt;[This just feels good!] {not with a pen you idiot, with your finger}&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln40');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; 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my face felt hot,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; and i could tell i was about to start crying..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--worst enemies/best friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602643396871171022-2899318214186372761?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/2899318214186372761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/03/meltdown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/2899318214186372761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/2899318214186372761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/03/meltdown.html' title='MELTDOWN'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-2131727013767382670</id><published>2009-03-09T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T18:30:55.745+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissed off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>another "i-wish-i-could-go-anywhere-i-want" day :|</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONDAY came.. The day i hate.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.........................................................................................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;BOREDOM almost killed me. &lt;strong&gt;I can't leave home. &lt;/strong&gt;MAJOR reason: WALA AKONG PERA. Second: WALA AKONG PUPUNTAHAN. (Sorry SM :'( ) "Second to the MAJOR" reason: I JUST CAN'T. Argh. My beloved parent's won't allow me. T__T &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Good thing&lt;/span&gt;, my sister came home earlier this noon :) I somehow felt a little less bored :P haha. But then, she was busy reviewing for her exams tomorrow. sooo, she locked herself up in her room. AGAIN. NO one to talk too. argh. I admit, i enjoy being home alone IF, and only IF i have something to accomplish. I badly needed a lot of "concentration" woot! :)) hahaha! Ay, hindi.. actually i have something i SHOULD have done today.... and that is to REVIEW for my upcoming examS. tsk tsk. haha. Oh well, i could do it tomorrow :P [hopefully, i won't be that tired.ö] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So un, I spent the whole morning lounging in bed [with my reviewers on my side. JUST in case i felt like reading them 0:)] Why is reviewing became that hard on the first place?! T____T i usED to review for my exams, only the night before. But now? pff. &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;DAYS before, sweetie. &lt;/span&gt;[define. College intricacy] Gusto ko lang magbakasyon naaaa. :0 Okay okay, enough of the complaints. haha. Hmm, but honestly? My day isn't "that bad" at all. The &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;best thing&lt;/span&gt; is, my guy came over my place for a visit :P yey! Pwede na din. ;) We spent time together, soundtrip(uh? with only one song playing again and again :&lt;strong&gt;My Heroine by silverstein&lt;/strong&gt;. tsk. Adik ung nakikinig eh. Favorite daw nya. xc) &lt;em&gt;Kasuya naa&lt;/em&gt; :)) uhh. &lt;em&gt;Buti di nagalit kapatid ko sa ingay xD &lt;/em&gt;Oops. I almost forgot, we have a group reporting tomorrow... :o waaaa. Wala pa ko alam tungkol sa irereport ko. T_T Tough Luck for me. :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;There.. I already shared everything about my &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;senseless&lt;/span&gt; day. :\\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ooh. BTW. Have a nice evening everyone :)&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/6602643396871171022-2131727013767382670?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/2131727013767382670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-i-wish-i-could-go-anywhere-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/2131727013767382670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/2131727013767382670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-i-wish-i-could-go-anywhere-i.html' title='another &quot;i-wish-i-could-go-anywhere-i-want&quot; day :|'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-6120446358226313934</id><published>2009-03-08T12:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T13:12:06.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iRiDESCENT.forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SbNQ6z6bNzI/AAAAAAAAABw/oUdVKq0--A4/s1600-h/PA290188.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SbNQ6h9eTJI/AAAAAAAAABo/SxIT_LWZWh0/s1600-h/PA290100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310677352078789778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SbNQ6h9eTJI/AAAAAAAAABo/SxIT_LWZWh0/s320/PA290100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SbNQ6aLjnYI/AAAAAAAAABg/NO3ElCH--kY/s1600-h/PA180077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310677349990374786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SbNQ6aLjnYI/AAAAAAAAABg/NO3ElCH--kY/s320/PA180077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SbNQ55EGmOI/AAAAAAAAABY/0SRq59q-zeI/s1600-h/1_457845690l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310677341100742882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SbNQ55EGmOI/AAAAAAAAABY/0SRq59q-zeI/s320/1_457845690l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(^-^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SbNQ5Z_yP2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/1xWjPJNy9GA/s1600-h/iridescent.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310677332761132898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SbNQ5Z_yP2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/1xWjPJNy9GA/s320/iridescent.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kewl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SbNQ6z6bNzI/AAAAAAAAABw/oUdVKq0--A4/s1600-h/PA290188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310677356897842994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SbNQ6z6bNzI/AAAAAAAAABw/oUdVKq0--A4/s320/PA290188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bliss is loved. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here are SOME of the shots i love with my bitches :D miss them so much. T.T &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;note: wala akong picture na kumpleto kami. haha! :)) there's always someone missing in action. :P tsk tsk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/6602643396871171022-6120446358226313934?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/6120446358226313934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/03/iridescentforever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/6120446358226313934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/6120446358226313934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/03/iridescentforever.html' title='iRiDESCENT.forever'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SbNQ6h9eTJI/AAAAAAAAABo/SxIT_LWZWh0/s72-c/PA290100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-2618563916456762037</id><published>2009-03-08T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T12:42:37.538+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jigo'/><title type='text'>closest thing to perfect &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SbNMk-ucSyI/AAAAAAAAABI/9dGabya60Gg/s1600-h/ym..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310672583796738850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SbNMk-ucSyI/AAAAAAAAABI/9dGabya60Gg/s320/ym..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SbNKVclJgpI/AAAAAAAAABA/yToebWYVVuw/s1600-h/ym..jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;March 1, 2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;em&gt; share lang. :)) haha. may ma-ipost lang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got the sweetest boyfriend in the whole wide world. :D ( hell yeah, I'M PROUD.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;life won't get any better than this.. :) hopefully, this will be &lt;strong&gt;forever&lt;/strong&gt; OUR love story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602643396871171022-2618563916456762037?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/2618563916456762037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/03/closest-thing-to-perfect-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/2618563916456762037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/2618563916456762037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/03/closest-thing-to-perfect-3.html' title='closest thing to perfect &lt;3'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SbNMk-ucSyI/AAAAAAAAABI/9dGabya60Gg/s72-c/ym..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-3012329470710114952</id><published>2009-03-08T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T12:16:10.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell week, anyone?(PARTii)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;UPLB LAST DAY OF CLASSES: March 23, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;--hurrah! :D 29 is a monday, and i don't have a single class on that day. Too bad for those who have their CWTS class (which is held during mondays :P) That means friday(MARCH 20 '09) will be MY last day (..of classes, ok?) wooot. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MATH14 Pre-final exam: March 16, 2009 -- *gulp*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CROPSCI1 Lecture Final exam: March 20, 2009 -- :) haha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANSCI1 Lecture Final Exam: March 20, 2009-- one LAST absent/ late = excessive absences = 5.0 on my class card. INSTANTLY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ECON11 Final Exam: March 20, 2009 -- hmm. consistent absences on my recit class since the second exam, no recitation grade, goodbye 30% on my total grade. Will this exam save me?? T____T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-- shoot. ayos. ugh. HELL week huh? So much for my "last" day. ampf. stiil, to shift or not to quit? damn. i only got one summer to think of what i &lt;strong&gt;really &lt;/strong&gt;want. and not what my parents want me to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6602643396871171022-3012329470710114952?l=jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/feeds/3012329470710114952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/03/hell-week-anyonepartii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/3012329470710114952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6602643396871171022/posts/default/3012329470710114952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnxo1o3o8.blogspot.com/2009/03/hell-week-anyonepartii.html' title='Hell week, anyone?(PARTii)'/><author><name>JNX♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360555854812644469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmnqgaRFbjU/SmGZf0S1rNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/NXL5BLJSZLM/S220/07172009632.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602643396871171022.post-1967382300897734764</id><published>2009-03-08T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T11:20:14.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fictional Autobio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHA. My first ever blog post here. To start, i decided to post my last project my HUM1 class last semester. We were tasked to create our FICTIONAL autobiography :). I never really knew what my grade was. BUT i bet, it was not that bad. Since i was not asked to take the departamental exam. :P So here it goes. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; “I never knew what brought me here, until somebody led my hand… It seems I hardly had to steer, my course was planned… AND DESTINY, it guides us all”.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-          Ever since the world began, The Survivors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    This song fits me well it is as if the ‘song of my existence’. Sixteen years of endless journey and unknown destination. And as long as I have my own air to breath, my so-called expedition will be endless. You see, this is my own movie, my own production number, my own allocution, and my own exposition. A movie; that cannot be completed without its main casts, and the others. I admit that sometimes, I am not the main character of my own movie, I am sometimes just a face and people tend to unnoticed me. My capabilities and flairs are most of the time concealed. Being the star of my own show does not always mean bliss, I mean, these people surrounding me fails to see the little girl waiting for her turn to be noticed and most importantly, understood.&lt;br /&gt;    April 12, 1992, when I first grasped for air. For sixteen years I live as Jinky Alignay Nablo, daughter of Jhun and Emma Nablo. I live in Santa Rosa Laguna although my life. Having my relatives around is great, specially my Lola whom I love the most. They say, being the eldest daughter is a privilege, for you will be well loved and well attended? We’ll see. I have my only sister Jennilyn who was born on October 25, 1995. She is my very first best friend. Our favorite past time was playing luto-lutuan using different kinds of leaves which can be found at our small garden. I cannot indicate much of my childhood days, except those kilig moments with the “pers lab op my layp” and my cartoon crush Prince Eric of the Little Mermaid, to be particular. I have always dreamt of being a princess as a child. And I must say I am living my cosmic world that time. I enjoyed playing as much as possible, making the most of my free times without home works and kiddy projects to do. Oh, I can also recall the time that my father taught me the different kind of shapes together with their spellings and figures. I can also reminisce the moments with my mom, where she spoon feeds me while I am busy watching my favorite cartoon show. I attained my very first education at Child Formation Center in Santa Rosa, there I have discovered more of myself with the help of my childhood friends who I can’t already remember the names, only faces. Being with my classmates are always like a getting-to-know you process. I’ll know their names, and they’ll know mine. Then that’s it, I have a new friend. A new cute friend. With my new found friends, we only bid goodbyes every time our school service arrives and it is our time to go home because we know the next day, we will see each other and it will be a whole lot fun again. But of course, those goodbyes are not as complicated like what I have now. Because the goodbyes today are the most painful and it adds to the burden that another tomorrow will come.&lt;br /&gt;    I first entered the portals of Canossa Santa Rosa for my elementary education,  as a youngster, I didn’t had a hard time coping up with my new school and found it easy to adapt. Because I knew that time, getting-to-know-you process will occur. And again, I gained new cute friends. Grade two, when I first encountered infatuation with a boy whom I found cute. ONLY that time. I also met Vanni, my second best friend. (FYI. My sister is still my first best friend) we shared so much things in common, as a matter of fact, people thought that we were siblings because we were said to look alike each other. My elementary days went so fast that I didn’t realize that I was about to graduate elementary. And was already molded to enter high school, the so-called-happiest-part-ever. I graduated March 24, 2004 and received an award for being an active dance club member and winning first place in a group dance contest. (I haven’t mentioned that I love dancing those times.) Dancing is really my passion and I have brought this in my high school getaway. My first year being a freshman is quite awkward, first day of class was a mess. I had a very hard time looking for my classroom, and remembering faces this was due to the fact that the hallway was earsplitting and crowded by my co-freshmen who were as anxious as I am with the new environment. An environment of maturity where changes will take place and new memories will be formed. St. John the Baptist was my first section in high school, there I met new classmates whom I’ve never met personally before, only acquaintances. New faces and new teachers, including my adviser Mrs. Molina. She was definitely nice pretty and totally cheerful. Here in high school the getting-to-know-you process is so much different. Because here, you have to ask the name and introduce yourself as well before you befriend them. But that is still conditional, because you can’t just be with them easily; they have to like you first. That taught me my first lesson in high school: You can’t have a friend in an instant in high school. So for my first year survival kit, I still kept in touch with my grade six friends that unfortunately, belong to different sections in our batch. But sooner, we learned to detached ourselves as well and mingled with our own classmates, and we were not proven wrong. Yes, we had the chance to meet new friends but I never expected that this will mean goodbyes, because as we meet new friends, there will always come a time that you’ll forget the old ones. And that’s for my second lesson in high school: New friends come, Old friends go… In mathematical equation, gaining friends are inversely proportional for keeping the old ones. So that’s it, I gained new bundle of friends, funny thing is, they are not my classmates, they still came from different sections. But I swear this is a good thing, because it gave me the opportunity to meet different students from the other class and be friends with them as well. Still, I and my friends are so young at heart that we enjoyed too much hanging around and decided to give our group a name, PUNKSTERS.  I haven’t mention that Vanni is still with me at those times. So our so called group was maintained, until one day we were called at the guidance office without any known reasons in the mind. That was the first time that I was called, thoughts keeps running on my mind. Have I’ve been caught cheating? Do I have a failing grade? Did one my teachers complained about my behavior?  To make the scenario worst, the very time I stepped at the conference room, our high school PRINCIPAL and the school DIRECTRESS was sitting in front of me. Waaaa! What does this mean?!! Will I get kicked out of school today?! OMG! Goodbye high school… goodbye prom… goodbye cute seniors guys… But then again, relief came for me. My friends arrived. Like what is expected, they are also clueless for the reason why we are here at the four corners of the conference room together with the superiors of our school. Moment of truth, we are asked to sit down and the first question was… Where were you last night? Why did you steal one of our computers in the laboratory?! That’s it; all of you are OUT in this school!! Oooops. Wrong thought, the directress was the first to speak, “Do you know why you guys are here? You are all freshmen am i right?” so we responded, “YES, but we don’t have any idea about this encounter.” Now, it was the principal who spoke. “You are all friends here if I am not mistaken? We learned about your group… And we were not that happy about it.” In my mind: “HUH?! What’s wrong with that? Duh?” But of course, I cannot speak those words to the HIGH AND MIGHTY women in front of us, unless I want to be kicked out of this school. So I just responded with confoundedness. And so are my friends. They got the message, that we were definitely naïve about this. “You call your group PUNKSTERS? What does that mean?”Our principal asked. “Uhm... We meant ‘cool’ for that ma’am” We responded. “You are punks?” she asked again. “No ma’am, we just felt like calling ourselves that way.” That was our reply. “Okay, I’ll be going straight to the point, we were disappointed when we knew about this, I mean, I know that you are good friends here, BUT giving your group a name makes it TOO LIMITED for others. That means, other students will be discouraged to be with you. Because they know that you have formed a group exclusive for you guys ONLY. Did you get my point? Or you want us to call your parents as well?”“ NO! That will be the last we’ll be asking you ma’am.. We understand. So we’ll stop this PUNKSTER thingy. We just want to play it cool that’s why we decided to give our group a name. We never knew that it’s against the school rule.” I responded. “It’s not against the school premises, we just want you guys to mingle with other students around and not to limit yourself with the friends you already have. Give others the chance to know you better, that’s what Canossians are for.” The directress answered. And that was the last thing I can remember about that day. Funny right? It was only then when I realized that we were called over a senseless matter. Of course we can befriend other students around. Having a name for our group doesn’t give us the exclusivity. And, hello?! This is a free country; we can do whatever we want in our circle of friendship. High School number three: DON’T ever give your group a name, UNLESS you want words of foolishness come out from the superiors mouth.&lt;br /&gt;    Done. That’s the best thing I could remember in my freshmen days. Well, all in all, I just found it so typical, nothing so special. It just revolved around me and my friends.&lt;br /&gt;    Second year came, I belong to St. Joan of Arc class, under a new teacher Ms. Umali. First of class is nothing new. Unfortunately, I was the only one separated in our group, they all belong to the same class. Damn, why me?! Why only me?!! I was left with no choice, but to enjoy my second year with a new set of classmates, with no one to talk to but my past classmates who are also in the same section with me. We had a week without normal classes yet. We spent the whole week introducing ourselves to our new teachers for our every subject. Then, election of officers came. Things went smoothly, since somehow we know each other that well. And we already have the prospect for our future officers, someone who are responsible, tough on rules, disciplined, and of course, deserving. So the election started, nomination commenced. WAIT! One innocent human being from the class just nominated me as the class president! Haven’t I just noticed that the officers SHOULD be responsible? Tough on rules? DISCIPLINED?? And DESERVING??? This can’t be. Gosh. AND to make this scenario far fetched, I won the election. Okay, I have no choice, I accepted the responsibility slash CHALLENGE. Oh, God, JUST help me. PLEASE. Leading this unknown group of species is a new thing for me. I really don’t know how. Even though being an officer is not contemporary for me, I was once a treasurer and vice president during my early years. But I felt this will be poles apart. Being the authority second to my adviser, and attending every student council meetings won’t be easy. And  that’s already proven. It really is NOT easy. But I enjoyed it as well, I loved the attention. With the thought that I was the most responsible person in the class, I have things under my control. And THAT is a GOOD thing.&lt;br /&gt;    It was also my second year when I was requested by my best friend, Vanni to join her band. Yes, a BAND, which is totally not my cup of tea. You see, i don’t have a single idea about playing musical instruments and produce LOUD music that not once in my life attracted my ears. My parents won’t allow me in the first place. So I said “no”, but my best friend insisted. She wants me to play the keyboard. “What?!? All I know is those simple do re mi on the keys... Yes, we do have piano at home, but I never laid a single finger on those keys…”, “We badly need you, and I trust you. I know you can do it. I know someone who can teach you...” said my best friend. “Let me think about it. I don’t want to bring shame in your group.” I replied. Days passed, of thinking about my best friend’s offer, I gave in. “Why not try something new right now?” I said to myself. I tried to learn piano, researched every chords, memorized and practiced. Until one by one I am getting the every technique needed. Then I played with the group. The first trial was not that bad. I am starting to love it somehow. I continued practicing, those sleepless nights became countless. I just discovered my new love now. “I guess you’re ready. We’ll be joining the interdisciplinary contest which will be held one week from now.” My best friend said. “A WEEK FROM NOW?! You’re kidding me... I’m still at step one. I don’t think I’m that ready to perform… ” I responded. “We already registered for the band competition, there’s no turning back. You can do it.” from that moment, those words kept playing on my head. A feeling of ill at ease was felt. “I don’t think I could do this.” I said.  I was totally doubtful of myself and that was my problem. But as days passed of endless practicing, improvement was starting to get visible. From being a total stranger to the new field I entered, now I could play it well.  The interdisciplinary contest came, we played well. At least for us, we did. But we lost.&lt;br /&gt;     Third year of high school, my most awaited year. The perfect chance to live my teenage year to the fullest! Again I was nominated to be the class president. And it felt so good, I felt like being the superior in our room for the second time. It was also in this year where I encountered my very first teenage love affair. I was with this guy for LESS than 3 weeks who courted me in more than a year. That was so much for my first love affair. Well it was my choice. Yet, I felt so guilty for playing with someone else’s heart. Even though I didn’t, I just felt like I did. My junior year was filled with hit and miss encounters. I experienced, being reprimanded in front of the class by my adviser for not doing my responsibilities well as a class officer, GOD! She even objected my capability as a class leader! And what is she doing?! She was not there when the class needs her supervision. As a matter of fact, our class never liked her. I just wished that the ground below where I am seated would just swallow me whole! I never asked for that duty. And besides, my grades are already not doing well that time, should I still be giving my FULL attention in her beloved class? But then, I got so affected, that I cried hidden.&lt;br /&gt;    Back to my heart issues that time. So there’s this new guy from the other school who did played his game so well. I was tricked! OMG! My first severe heartbreak! How could I let that horrid guy break my little fragile heart?! High school lesson number four: Don’t be a dumper, so you won’t be a dumpee. Reality check, KARMA really exists. BUT I moved on.&lt;br /&gt;    My first time to experience my Junior-Senior turnover ceremony held on February 16, 2007 at our school auditorium gave more meaning to my third year life. It was a totally a blast despite the fact that we are only wearing jeans and blouse due to the SIMPLICITY of the Canossians they want to portray. It was not that bad at all. It was my most ‘kilig’ night.  I got the opportunity to dance with several guys from our batch. So I raved the night away, with my chuck Taylor. High school lesson number five: A prom is so much different from a turnover ceremony. AND you can actually dance in soft music with jeans and shirt.&lt;br /&gt;    Our junior year is about to end, and since, me and may classmates have already formed the kind of bond we will cherish until our last days, we have decided to have a year ender swimming. Even though, only a few of us joined the swimming, indeed it was worth remembering, together with the fact that I first had the taste of alcohol. High school lesson number six: Unexpected things happen in an exclusive for junior high school getaway.&lt;br /&gt;    Okay, so AGAIN one year had passed, I am already a graduating student, a senior in our school. Pressure is getting stronger. As a graduating student, projects and obligations are getting tougher. This is where the real battle begins; this already have control on my future. I took the UPCAT review the summer before, so I guess I am quite ready for the entrance exam of my PARENTS’ dream school for me. UPCAT will take place in less than two months after the first day of classes; I was not totally enthusiastic about it. UP has never been in my dream list that time. I was only thinking of how to make my last year in high school a blast. I belong to St. Therese class handled by a new teacher Ms. Constantino, who I may say is a very jolly person. She is also my trigonometry teacher, damn. She’s definitely got what it takes to be a teacher. She is so good. She simplified the lessons I never sympathized in my junior year. She made studying trigonometry easy. To think that we have two math subjects, Trigo and introduction to College Algebra, if not for her, I’ll define my last year as HELL. Balancing my studies and my extra curricular activity (my band) is a very challenging thing to do. It was also in my fourth year I have experienced different emotional stages, I’ve been reckless, but I am not a rebel for any cause. I experienced emotional heartbreaks, rejections and failures. That was the time when I said to myself that, NOTHING COMPARES THAN BEING A CHILD. ‘Cause for sure, I will ALWAYS be secured. NO one could hurt me. But I got used to it. I learned to cope up with changes, and loved every piece of me as well. I relished my senior year with my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;     Still, our band is not admitting defeats; we continued joining band competitions in and out our school. The usual hard works were doubled, from going home late and getting scolded every night by my parents, even the risk of my grades being affected brought by the fact that I need to balance everything.&lt;br /&gt;    INTERDISCIPLINARY CONTEST CAME…&lt;br /&gt;     We performed at our very best, and this time. With God’s glory, we won. For the very first time and made it to the finals. Great magnitude of hope ablaze upon us. I felt overwhelmed, and became more confident to play again. But now our band got only 2 weeks to practice before the real battle come.&lt;br /&gt;     We decided to play “Bongga ka ‘day” (for the theme), “Till they take my heart away” (also for the theme) and “My heart” by Paramore as our choice of song. Besides from practicing with the band, I practice on my own. Playing with my piano and singing with it as well (even though I am not opportune to sing well). Until the last night before our presentation, I barely had a good sleep, brought by the twitchy feeling. Judgment day came; we took the risk of not attending our first subject of the same day just to have our final practice before the competition which will be held in the afternoon. The moment of truth came; we played in front of the school crowd, including the faculties, fellow students, nuns, alumni, and in front of our parents. I overcome my anxiety and played well. I went down the stage fulfilled and with total bliss on my face. That was the greatest feeling ever! The winners are about to be announced, me and my band waited in eagerness, but alas! We didn’t make it. After the announcement of the band winners, special awardees were being declared, from the best drummer, vocalist, bassist, lead guitarist, rhythm, and when it was the moment that the best keyboardist winner is about to be said, not a little thought came in my mind that I will be the one. BUT I was wrong. “And the best keyboardist came from the iridescent band, Jinky Nablo…” the crowd cheered, my band became ecstatic. I just defeated the well know keyboardist of my alma mater! That since the very first day I am trying to learn play the keyboard, he was already playing for interschool band competitions and acquired awards for being the best keyboardist. In short, he was my greatest adversary during the whole contest proper. And with just less than a minute, I defeated him. Definitely my finest hour. I am totally dumb founded. This was unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;    So I made my mark…&lt;br /&gt;    After six months of waiting the UPCAT results were released. I PASSED THE ENTRANCE EXAM!! Again, this was not included in my dream list. But I have no choice, my parents made their decision; I’ll enter UPLB for college and have Agribusiness Management as my course. AGRICULTURE? Farming? Rice? Poultry? What will my future be?! God, please bear with me. That’s the kind of thought which lingers on my mind for countless nights after I saw my name posted on the university’s website next to those unknown species name. My friends knew about this, and they’re Uhm, happy about it. Saying I am so lucky, that UP will be my school for the next four years of my student life. What makes UP so special? Damn. But then slowly, I am becoming ecstatic for it. It will be my biggest chance to be INDEPENDENT. Yey! Forget about the school’s name, it’s a matter of ENJOYMENT. Better make myself ready.&lt;br /&gt;     HEART TO HEART TALK…&lt;br /&gt;     “Sis, kami na nung varsity ng SciTech…” I said to Erika, my so-called-“SIS” in our band, being the youngest child in her family, makes her like a little sister for me too. She was bolt from blue when those words came out my mind. “How come it happened so fast?”She replied with complete amazement. “It just happened, may ‘spark’ eh…” oops, WRONG ANSWER, add 5 points for mushiness. “You just met him 2 months ago, what’s with the rush?”She immediately asked. “I just felt like I fell in love with him so easy. He’s somewhat special, and it’s been a year before my last relationship. So I took the risk of having myself a boyfriend this time. I badly need inspiration. And at least I already have someone who I can call mine.” I replied.  (OMG! Is that even acceptable?! What a lame answer) I said to myself. High school lesson number seven: Having a boyfriend before leaving High school is a MUST. You can’t totally blame me. As a matter of fact, I’m still committed to him until these days. And so he is to me. We’ve been together for nine months now. From January 3, 2008 up to the present. They say keeping a relationship in college will be tough, but I am not feeling that way. AS OF NOW. The hard part is just maintaining the communication and it is a matter of trust and LOYALTY. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;    High school fact: You can never finish high school without experiencing collapses and overthrows. Actually, this happens on the last few months before graduation comes. During this period, nice teachers are slowly becoming my so-called-monsters. They will give you requirements that you never expected.  Deadline? A month after they have announced it. This is what I have experienced in my English and physics subject, they have required us to make a scientific paper about certain experiments on how to control global warming, and for that, we have decided to play with charcoal making. During group meetings, we have so many plans on mind. We even vision ourselves having the best project in the whole fourth year batch. Two weeks and a half passed, nothing was made. NOT a single page. OMG!! The deadline’s getting sooner! CRAM!!!  What to do?! What to do????!!! Good thing computers were invented. Technique for an easy project: COPY-PASTE. We passed the papers on time. Our teacher returned it the week before. NOTED: PLAGIARISM (Hey, we don’t have single idea about it those time). Okay. It’s better than not having a grade.&lt;br /&gt;    So the commencement exercise came, March 23, 2008. It was our last chance to bid goodbyes to our alma mater. It was NOT easy I admit, and I actually cried after the ceremony, I don’t feel like going away from the arms of the school that nourished me for ten years of my life. And my friends? We will be going to different colleges and universities. Will I ever see them again?&lt;br /&gt;    “Sorry if I’ve never been the best friend you deserve… I just wish that you’ll never forget me. And just so you know, you’ll always be my ‘BEZ’ I’ll miss you…” those where the exact words I heard from Vanni, it brought tears to my eyes. Memories flashbacked, deceptions were excluded, only joys and success with her. I wish I could stop the time. I’ll miss her too. High school lesson number eight: Goodbyes in high school is so much painful than in elementary.&lt;br /&gt;I am going into an unknown future.&lt;br /&gt;But still I am all here,&lt;br /&gt;And while there’s life,&lt;br /&gt;There is hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    A new chapter of life was about to be explored, I entered UPLB for college, without any back up plans. Will I survive? Will I be able to handle the label ISKOLAR NG BAYAN next to my name? I decided not to be in a dormitory for college, I’d rather go back and fourth in Los Baños everyday than homesick attacks which I have felt for two weeks after my parents left me at my tita’s house.&lt;br /&gt;    It was June 16, 2008. Our first day of class, I met my block mates. BS ABM-ST5, this will be my new group now. Completely different from Punksters, Tymcast and IRIDESCENT. Just in our block section I met different personalities, different personas form different places. Then, I met my new friends Aubrey and Benrich. The coolest in the group. We enjoyed so many things in common. We love hanging out and eating. I also met Christian, the big guy from the other block section but of the same course. Truly, college is cool. I am in total control of my time. But college does not always mean bliss; actually, I flunked more than two exams as a starter. They say it is only part of coping up. But I am hoping for a change. I will pursue my study here in Los Baños. I promised my parents that I will be worth it. I will be worth their money. I will graduate in time.&lt;br /&gt;    Despite of hectic schedules, conflicts and requirements to be finished, I still manage to keep in touch with my high school friends who entered La Salle Taft, College of St. Benilde, UST and Malayan for college. Surely, I miss them a lot. I still hang out at their place during my free time.&lt;br /&gt;    College brought me independence, although sleepless nights became countless, efforts should be doubled, and STRESS entered my lifestyle I am starting to like it as well.&lt;br /&gt;    I am continuously hoping for changes that the next day will be better. From being a little girl and portraying my life as a fairy tale, from being the star of my own movie to being INDEPENDENT. I became more mature and adventurous. Now, the semester is about to end. My destiny is still conveying me in an unknown destination. &lt;em&gt;And for my college lesson number one: LESSON LEARNED IN HIGH SCHOOL SHOULD BE FOREVER HARKED BACKED TO. And it will always be with you. 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