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college'/><title type='text'>Changed</title><content type='html'>I'm going to use another blog. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://azzyl.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://azzyl.wordpress.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/33940052-458430019570600743?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/458430019570600743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=458430019570600743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/458430019570600743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;NINETEEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's my 19th!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yehey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hope the lucky number 9, would help me achieve what I want to achieve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wish that I'll be more productive (sums up everything)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I feel happy today even though I spend the whole day in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I felt contented by hearing people's greetings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"...sa ating pangarap; haharapin natin"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;_tcj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-6925849934180772107?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/6925849934180772107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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term='quote'/><title type='text'>I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Even &lt;/span&gt;the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; fall&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt; sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even the &lt;b&gt;wrong&lt;/b&gt; words seem to rhyme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Out of the doubt that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; fills &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;my mind&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; find, &lt;i&gt;you and I collide.&lt;/i&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:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;------------------&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It's his song. I want to hear it again :] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;One of the voices that I admire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Masabi ko lang talaga na ang GALING GALING niya masaya na ako! GUSTO ko nang sabihin sa kanyaaa! Magaling siya at gusto ko ang boses niya. I really really admire him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&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:verdana;"&gt;May problema talaga ako pag nag-admire ng tao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kung makatingin ako e... HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ilang beses ko na rin siyang tinitigan tas nahuhuli niya ako pero tinititigan ko pa rin. HAHA. Sana na gets na niya na gusto ko siya. HAHA. Okay na ako dun. Basta basta basta. Galing kasing kumanta. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&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:verdana;"&gt;Ang liit kaya ng mundo. Dati bihira ko siyang makita, as in! Pero ngayon, in unlikely places, there he is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&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:verdana;"&gt;Kahit na naninigarilyo siya, ( bakit kasi naninigarilyo pa :| ) haha. Kaya ko naman siyang patigilin eee. HAHA. Joke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&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:verdana;"&gt;Ewan ko ba, lakas rin ng tama ng mukha niya sa akin e. Ang bait ng itsura, how will I put this.... uhm... handsome much ? haha&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:verdana;"&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:verdana;"&gt;I will really be honored to hear him sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&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:verdana;"&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:verdana;"&gt;Ayt. End. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;_tcj suki desu. &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/33940052-6184524823232829158?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/6184524823232829158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=6184524823232829158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/6184524823232829158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/6184524823232829158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2009/08/i.html' title='I'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-6800486634566742553</id><published>2009-08-08T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T21:39:11.259+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'>Admire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(17, 17, 17); font-size: 24px; line-height: 13px; "&gt;The secret of happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; line-height: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(17, 17, 17); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; is to admire without desiring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:6;color:#111111;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 24px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:6;color:#111111;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 24px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;Admire. Appreciate. Applaud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;Love.  Like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;Express. Verbalize. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:6;color:#111111;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 24px; line-height: 13px;"&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/33940052-6800486634566742553?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/6800486634566742553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=6800486634566742553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/6800486634566742553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/6800486634566742553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2009/08/admire.html' title='Admire'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-3106253002576428821</id><published>2009-08-05T10:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T11:26:40.181+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cory Aquino'/><title type='text'>Cory Aquino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/Snj68HQa4rI/AAAAAAAAAE4/IiG9mO-ZtYg/s1600-h/cory_aquino1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/Snj68HQa4rI/AAAAAAAAAE4/IiG9mO-ZtYg/s200/cory_aquino1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366314866658960050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How can someone be of a good heart, to offer herself to a country, I've always thought of as hopeless. How can she hold on to the thought that Filipino's can step up despite of all corruptions. How can she fearlessly fight for democracy, without any hesitations nor second thoughts. It is a big nation -- it was easy to give up, but that was never a part of her options.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"In her leaving, Cory is more present to us than she has ever been before. In her passing, Cory is more alive to us than she has ever been before"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Conrado de Quiros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hope her death opened the ears of those politicians, that they may be influenced by her outmost love for the country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/33940052-3106253002576428821?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/3106253002576428821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=3106253002576428821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/3106253002576428821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/3106253002576428821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2009/08/cory-aquino.html' title='Cory Aquino'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/Snj68HQa4rI/AAAAAAAAAE4/IiG9mO-ZtYg/s72-c/cory_aquino1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-5460126387425745758</id><published>2009-07-30T19:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T19:12:30.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second year college'/><title type='text'>Words of a thousand more unspoken words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Somehow. Eventually. Believe. Trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;YAY. I just realized how lovely these words are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;When I was in high school, I love the words --- tranquil and serenity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;At this point, these underrated words are the one's that I love. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Parang, if you're lost just think:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Somehow, you'll find a way. Eventually, you'll get there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Trust me, believe in yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sarap pakinggan pag may problema ka. hahaah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kulang pala ng "hardwork" in between. hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Oyea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;End. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now I know how to comfort myself :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-5460126387425745758?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/5460126387425745758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=5460126387425745758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/5460126387425745758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/5460126387425745758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2009/07/words-of-thousand-more-unspoken-words.html' title='Words of a thousand more unspoken words'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-119775299739728368</id><published>2009-07-28T21:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:55:09.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second year college'/><title type='text'>Be Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm not really taking all things seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Studying ? I suck at doing that. When I'm not motivated, I'm not. HAHA. So I need to break the habit and work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You can't really solve riddles unless you have a backbone -- knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now, I can see how important AnaPhy is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Let me repeat those days and I'll do better. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just got my Summer Grades. Still the same. 2.00. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm getting nervous this semester. I'm not doing well.  Seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pero putek, salita ako ng salita na hindi ako nag-aaral ng mabuti pero wala akong ginagawa. PARANG tanga lang. HAHA. Inggit tuloy ako sa iba. Sisipag mag-aral. Tatalino pa :] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ayon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Tamad tamad ko. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Tamad tamad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Tamad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Tama..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ta....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;T....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*poof*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh Yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-119775299739728368?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/119775299739728368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=119775299739728368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/119775299739728368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/119775299739728368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2009/07/be-gone.html' title='Be Gone'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-8929001903248454097</id><published>2009-07-24T20:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T21:47:17.807+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second year college'/><title type='text'>CHN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;I've never experienced a week in college wherein right after I put my bags down, eat dinner and brush my teeth, I'll sleep. As early as 9:30pm I'm already asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first community exposure last Wednesday. The day's adventure started at the moment me and my classmates met up in Santolan Station. The raging heat of the sun took all the energy away as we were figuring out how and where we were going to get our transportation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dtinteracts.com/canned/55501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 81px; height: 92px;" src="http://www.dtinteracts.com/canned/55501.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arriving at the site, we were first asked to sign-in at the "STAFF HOUSE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The staff house. It is  a house wherein 90 students can fit, just like how 5 pieces of sardines fit in a can. You'll leave your shoes outside, and inhale all the carbon dioxide inside. Wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the fun and happiness goes on!&lt;br /&gt;We rode a jeep from 4B to Purok Sumulong. We counted houses, walked, counted houses, bought some drinks, counted houses, saw the oasis donation, counted houses, complained... and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday end then Thusrday followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same scene&lt;br /&gt;The only difference is that we recounted houses and conducted interviews.&lt;br /&gt;My partner and I was able to interview 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of 10 adults, only 1 finished college and 1 wasn't able to study at all.&lt;br /&gt;5 out of 10 works.&lt;br /&gt;Out of 10 teenagers, 1 is already a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll see different faces -- representatives of the general crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, that's it. Community Health Nursing, part one :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-8929001903248454097?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/8929001903248454097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=8929001903248454097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/8929001903248454097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/8929001903248454097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2009/07/chn.html' title='CHN'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-5699923525883955736</id><published>2009-07-15T20:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T19:16:37.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second year college'/><title type='text'>Interesting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&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/33940052-5699923525883955736?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/5699923525883955736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=5699923525883955736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/5699923525883955736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/5699923525883955736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2009/07/interesting.html' title='Interesting.'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-1890785631716986055</id><published>2009-07-11T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T20:26:48.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Good Times Manila</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://goodtimesmanila.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A humorous blog about politicians, actors, actresses and manila in general.&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be one of my favorite blogger :3&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/33940052-1890785631716986055?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/1890785631716986055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=1890785631716986055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/1890785631716986055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/1890785631716986055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-times-manila.html' title='Good Times Manila'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-5623645670293409582</id><published>2009-07-11T17:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T17:14:41.764+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What could be worse than your dad getting mad at your birthday as your mom continuously nags you about your fucked up life? Well I don't really know. Ask my brother. He's been through a lot of disgusting events throughout his life. He has done ridiculous things -- I don't know why he does it and he never told about it. I don't completely understand him. As for my parents, I don't know, they have been saying things that may happen in the future. They worry about their freaking future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't blame them. It's normal.&lt;br /&gt;This makes me wish even more that it's 2012!&lt;br /&gt;Get a job. Step out of the house. Buy a house and live there alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want to go abroad, but for the sake of my parents; well fine, I'll be liking the deal. I'll be away and I can support them effectively at the same time. It's really the RIGHT time that me and my brother step out of the house. We are "old enough" as my parents say. Kung may trabaho lang talaga kuya ko, siguro hindi nag-aalburoto mga magulang namin. May kasalanan din naman si kuya -- MARAMI -- pero hanggang ngayon ewan -- hindi ko pa rin maintindihan. Hindi talaga sila magkakasundo! May "factor" kasi kaya malakas loob nilang pareho na mag-away... nakakaasar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really really really want 2012 to come! :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-5623645670293409582?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/5623645670293409582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=5623645670293409582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/5623645670293409582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/5623645670293409582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2009/07/fight.html' title='Fight'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-4847335291383354227</id><published>2009-07-07T18:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T19:12:37.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horse in the year of the Ox</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I was curious of what Horses have in the year of the Ox. Surprisingly, most of the Relationship parts had already passed by my thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shine.yahoo.com/astrology/chinese/horse/yearly-overview/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Horse Relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It would be wise to take caution in your relations. In order for the Horse to have success with personal relations in the year of the Ox, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pay attention to the needs of those around you and listen.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hesitate before expressing what is on your mind to spare the feelings of others&lt;/span&gt;. At times,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; you may be so preoccupied with your own activities that you forget the needs of those around you.&lt;/span&gt; Step outside of your own world &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to take care of the ones you love.&lt;/span&gt; The single Horse may have trouble this year finding a meaningful, long lasting relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hehe. I know I've been here that's why I was surprised. I find it funny because I've realized these even before reading about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Horse Overview&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;The Horse may have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;challenging year ahead&lt;/span&gt;. You may&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; become frustrated with the lack of progress&lt;/span&gt; in your career, but you will have to be patient to see the results of your hard work. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beware of your energy levels, as you tend to swing in accordance to your success. You will have to work hard to steer yourself out of ruts with healthy activities and other projects that keep you active.&lt;/span&gt; Take comfort in your loved ones and friends who will provide support for you in times of need. Be open to try new things and heed the advice of others in the year of the Ox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Alright. Done here. Just shared stuffs.&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/33940052-4847335291383354227?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/4847335291383354227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=4847335291383354227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/4847335291383354227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/4847335291383354227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2009/07/horse-in-year-of-ox.html' title='Horse in the year of the Ox'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-6661038345706139025</id><published>2009-07-04T20:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T21:06:47.840+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realization'/><title type='text'>Young Adults</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Today, I encountered two familiar people differentiated by their stories. One is pregnant and is about to deliver a baby and the other who worked for 4 years and now, she'll be studying college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The former is a kind of person that seems to go with the flow. As her high school classmate, I've known her for being imaginative and creative in her own unique way. She's good at writing and I commend her for that. In terms o values, she seems to know where she stands. There's just this turning point in her life wherein, it could have ruined her but -- what I saw awhile ago is a soon to be HAPPY mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although she always smile in front of us, we do not have any clue on how she coped up and totally accepted that sudden responsibility. I'm not really in the right position to question her; though I'm really curious. Nevertheless, I believe that she'll be able to grow more and more independent. She's not the type of person who will sulk and let everything fall apart -- I believe that she will do her best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latter is a childhood friend and a neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;She worked in Miriam College as a vendor when I was still in high school. Yeah I can see that smile in her face. She's tells me that it's hard, but she still smiles. Now I can't believe why people are so optimistic despite of the hardships they are taking. If that was me I will really really feel bad that I am in the state of FALLING and FAILING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will be taking up accounting and she'll be sending herself to school. Work in the day, study in the afternoon. I learned about this when she borrowed a book from me. She tells me that she really have no books, and she even didn't buy herself a uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate hardships.&lt;br /&gt;Why are there people who experience hardships. Sometimes, it frustrates me when people suddenly talks about heart breaking stories -- I don't know what to react because I CAN'T DO ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father began to tell about his college life again. He knows the pain she's undergoing. But I do not. I can't fully understand -- but I feel sad about the thought, about the things my father have experienced and the possibilities she'll experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proves to me that I still have a lot to learn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;The best thing about the future is that it comes one day at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Abraham Lincoln &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;The distinction between the past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/33940052-6661038345706139025?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/6661038345706139025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=6661038345706139025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/6661038345706139025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/6661038345706139025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2009/07/young-adults.html' title='Young Adults'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-6883706096473858684</id><published>2009-06-30T19:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T19:48:48.687+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second year college'/><title type='text'>Slumber</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;A lot of people are tired around here, but I'm not sure they're ready to lie down, stretch out and fall asleep.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;- Jim Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Everybody have been tired, somehow. May it be, because they have loads of work to do in school? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Got that deadline for the papers in work? Tired from washing soiled clothes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Or perhaps tired from hearing the nags of your mom? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Drained. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Exhausted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Distressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;At the moment you reach home, you want to hit the bed and no one can pull you out for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="http://homepage.mac.com/cparada/GML/Nyx.html"&gt;the goddess of sleep&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;just awarded you some rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Oh the pillow, upon snuggling that soft, downy, fluffy pillow; as it touches your delicate skin, you'll feel the rushing blood as it gradually slows down -- relaxes, as it gently flows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Drawing a smile in your face, provoking your arms to hold on tighter as you feel the serenity, tranquil sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Just a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It won't hurt even just for a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;To entertain the slumber, you have long desired. &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/33940052-6883706096473858684?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/6883706096473858684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=6883706096473858684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/6883706096473858684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/6883706096473858684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2009/06/slumber.html' title='Slumber'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-6982247243233894049</id><published>2009-06-27T20:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:09:10.179+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hasinto'/><title type='text'>The Adventures of Hasinto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/SkYn6UHV8BI/AAAAAAAAAEo/fvHofnetsv4/s1600-h/sadhasinto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 358px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/SkYn6UHV8BI/AAAAAAAAAEo/fvHofnetsv4/s400/sadhasinto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352009089961816082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-6982247243233894049?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/6982247243233894049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=6982247243233894049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/6982247243233894049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/6982247243233894049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2009/06/adventures-of-hasinto.html' title='The Adventures of Hasinto'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/SkYn6UHV8BI/AAAAAAAAAEo/fvHofnetsv4/s72-c/sadhasinto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-1248777191284854441</id><published>2009-06-26T05:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T07:09:09.085+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Ayt  - Sponge Cola feat. Gary V.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had the chance to view MTV yesterday, and I learned about "Ayt" a new song from Sponge Cola together with Gary V. I just felt proud that there is still a band in the Philippines that produces songs that makes you want to dance. Way to go Sponge Cola!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cv3QsznfC8Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cv3QsznfC8Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Umawit Ka Kasabay Ng Musika"&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/33940052-1248777191284854441?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/1248777191284854441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=1248777191284854441' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/1248777191284854441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/1248777191284854441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2009/06/ayt-sponge-cola-feat-gary-v.html' title='Ayt  - Sponge Cola feat. Gary V.'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-5202379899428565221</id><published>2009-06-23T11:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:47:46.635+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Blog Fix</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have this feeling that my entries are getting messy. That they don't make sense at all. Must post more!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I also miss the times wherein I groom my layout. Now I can't do it anymore. Ever since I moved to blogspot, I can't figure out the codes and in addition, I lost my interest :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll think I'll type about swine flu later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this post thaat I have made back then: &lt;a href="http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2006/09/roman-time.html"&gt;Roman Time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-5202379899428565221?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/5202379899428565221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=5202379899428565221' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/5202379899428565221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/5202379899428565221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-fix.html' title='Blog Fix'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-2550757481604267431</id><published>2009-06-10T20:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T16:33:45.491+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second year college'/><title type='text'>Entering the second level</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In no less than four days, I will be going back to the usual things I have been doing for the past 11 months of my life -- studying in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still I am not sure if I'm doing the right decision.&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want to burden myself with decision making, so I without thinking about whatnot's, I just enrolled myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether I like this or not -- I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;But I have enrolled so nonetheless, there is nothing else to do but comply with what I have paid for. Instead of thinking about another course at this moment, I will try to consider school as work already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'll treat it as if they are going to pay me.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that this mindset would help me excel as it will benefit my future decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-2550757481604267431?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/2550757481604267431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=2550757481604267431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/2550757481604267431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/2550757481604267431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2009/06/entering-second-level.html' title='Entering the second level'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-8741497813649864009</id><published>2009-05-24T23:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T16:34:04.770+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Asa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas gusto ko pa yung dati, na kung saan wala akong alam. Ang nais ko lang ay magpakasaya. BAKIT ganito na ngayon? Tipong kailangan ko nang masdan ang LAHAT ng tao at tingnan kung ano ang kanilang ginagawa dahil takot ako -- na baka ako na pala ang pinaguusapan nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakikita ko naman e. Nakakaramdam naman ako. WALA akong naging malapit na kaibigan. WALA. Pero tuloy pa rin ako. Pag nawala kasi sa akin ito, kulang na rin ang buhay ko. Nasanay na ako e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para silang bata na dinadaan sa pagpaparinig ang mga bagay bagay.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko na nga pinapansin e. BAKIT ? AYAW nila sa akin e. Anong magagawa ko ? Pagpipilitan ko ang sarili ko ? E hindi na nga nila ako gusto e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung ito ang mensaheng gusto nilang maramdaman ko, sige lang. Manakit pa kayo.&lt;br /&gt;Insensitibo kasi kayo e. Puro kayo bulungan.&lt;br /&gt;Buti nga ako hindi pa ako napupuno. Napagbigyan ko na kayo a, uulitin niyo pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya ko na siguro kayong awayin, dahil KILALA ko na kayo. Medyo alam ko na ang ugali niyo at kahit SIGAWAN niyo ako, hindi ako matatakot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akala ko, aalagaan pa rin ako. HINDI e. Iiwanan lang ako.&lt;br /&gt;Mas gusto ko talaga yung dati, mararamdaman mong inaalagaan ka -- at nagiging ehemplo sila. NGAYON ? HA. Asa. Kung ayaw nila sa iyo, AYAW nila sa iyo. Dedma. Para ka lang bulang malapit nang pumutok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SILA na pala ang ipinalit niyo.&lt;br /&gt;Galing naman.&lt;br /&gt;IKAW ang sisisihin ko kung bakit naging ganito. Feelingero kasi, FEELING MAGALING hindi naman. Akala mo kung sino kang baguhan ka. Wala silang tinuro sa aking maging UNPROFESSIONAL tulad mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inaalis niyo kami -- DAHIL kami, HINDI NA BATA. Dahil kami NAGIISIP NA. AT NARAMDAMAN NIYO YUN DIBA ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takot kayo sa mga TANONG namin. Sa mga OPINYON at SUGGESTION namin.&lt;br /&gt;Ayaw niyo na ng mga yon diba ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAYA kukuha kayo ng mga INOSENTE.&lt;br /&gt;Ano, at gagaguhin niyo sila ?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamumulat din yan.&lt;br /&gt;Manloloko kayo e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero bago sila MADAMAY&lt;br /&gt;May gagawin muna kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAYA KAYO.&lt;br /&gt;Tumino na kayo.&lt;br /&gt;Dahil kung hindi....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-8741497813649864009?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/8741497813649864009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=8741497813649864009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/8741497813649864009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/8741497813649864009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2009/05/asa.html' title='Asa.'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-2062033246783390871</id><published>2009-04-23T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:30:15.435+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UERM.first year'/><title type='text'>Classes This Summer</title><content type='html'>Get up at 5.&lt;br /&gt;Go to school at 7 or 6:30.&lt;br /&gt;Spend the whole day in school up to 4 or 6.&lt;br /&gt;Do home works from 7 to 10.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep exactly at 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I have been doing these past days. I hardly believe that I have put up a study habit. Once I'm stressed out, I use the computer or shout at whoever is in this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would it become of me. HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-2062033246783390871?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/2062033246783390871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=2062033246783390871' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/2062033246783390871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/2062033246783390871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2009/04/classes-this-summer.html' title='Classes This Summer'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-5649212463071572658</id><published>2009-04-13T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:32:13.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-5649212463071572658?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/5649212463071572658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=5649212463071572658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/5649212463071572658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/5649212463071572658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-205724709232761145</id><published>2009-04-10T20:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:52:57.671+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choir'/><title type='text'>Acceptance</title><content type='html'>To be able to advance from something, you must accept that you are on the lowest level. It is hard to accept that you are one of the lowest, because you don't want people to say that you are nothing. However, today I realized that acceptance is a big thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can tell that you have accepted something, but yourself.&lt;br /&gt;It took me 3 years before this day came. Before I decided to be serious about this organization. My participation and presence is not important compared to how I perform. If our group haven't undergone such problems, I may not realize this one -- because I have a LOT of people to rely on -- while I hide myself from performing better. They do the work, I make a lazy bum out of myself. I do try their advice, but that's it. I do not keep it in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really grow slowly and whenever there isn't any factor that will provoke me, I do not think for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is one of the turning points in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I am glad I found it. I hope I will be able to express myself more when the right time comes, (insert random issue issue issue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what's up with my summer this year.&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold on to this curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this person, he knows a little bit of everything and he study something when he wishes to. Things that I think is "boring". But he still does it and puts his efforts in it. The same goes for this younger lady. I don't know why they put in much effort on those kinds of things -- small ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it seems boring, I realized that it will be cool at times. You only have one life, and to spend it in front of the computer the whole day? Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will come a time that I will leave this desk and live the outside life. I will not be able to post on forums, but I will be able to talk to different kinds of people. I will not be able to watch a funny video on youtube, but I will be able to watch a hilarious scene right in front of my eyes. I may not be able to write everyday, but everyday, I will be able to tell it to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottomline? BE HAPPY THAT I AM IN FRONT OF THIS DESK RIGHT NOW! Because there will come a time, that I will really -- miss it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-205724709232761145?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/205724709232761145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=205724709232761145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/205724709232761145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/205724709232761145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2009/04/acceptance.html' title='Acceptance'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-3382041070343759179</id><published>2009-04-08T09:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T09:22:31.251+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choir'/><title type='text'>My Anger</title><content type='html'>Last night, I was almost angry.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to become angry and answer back at other people, but if it is my mom or dad or brother, I can freely answer back because I know that they will forgive me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if it is with the case of other people? I have a lot of patience and I don't know how to tell what I really feel. I tend to become more quiet. All I can do to release my anger is to talk to another person who feels the same. Good thing I have some good laughs as well, I kind of forgot my anger. Thank God. I was able to clear my mind that I shall not make what I felt a bigger issue. There would be a right time where I can criticize constructively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it goes well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-3382041070343759179?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/3382041070343759179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=3382041070343759179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/3382041070343759179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/3382041070343759179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-anger.html' title='My Anger'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-4126411594763052080</id><published>2009-03-18T20:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:46:13.017+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Entrusted Lives</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Being entrusted with someone's life is really a big deal. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.tomalicious.com/home/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;view=article&amp;amp;id=522:voice-toma-interview-on-voice-official-site&amp;amp;catid=30:news&amp;amp;Itemid=70"&gt;Ishizue Ryosuke&lt;/a&gt;, Voice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds funny, but I might say that line in the future. I'm far away from the goal I am reaching for. However, the lessons we are having, I guess I am getting the point. From the simple philosophies we are studying, it struck me why we study such. Philosophy is really hard to understand, but if you think about "why" you are studying it, perhaps it will help us answer future questions. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the quote, it was delivered when they were talking about a person who died.&lt;br /&gt;In our last lesson in Philosophy, it talked about death. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"In order to appreciate life, we must understand death"&lt;br /&gt;Just like appreciating food, when you are hungry. So the thought of dying we will be thinking "Before I die I want to..." and because of that, we find ourselves focusing on our goal -- enjoying life. Later on verbalizing "Now, I can die" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life is really a tough game&lt;br /&gt;And yes, we MAKE our lives.&lt;br /&gt;We shall struggle if we must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It HAPPENS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-4126411594763052080?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/4126411594763052080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=4126411594763052080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/4126411594763052080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/4126411594763052080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2009/03/entrusted-lives.html' title='Entrusted Lives'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-6690528188421175059</id><published>2009-03-14T20:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T20:43:13.275+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>iKaw Ang naipinTa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/SbumP76J6NI/AAAAAAAAADo/hd9jgIJcBMU/s1600-h/handdrawing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313022978123491538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/SbumP76J6NI/AAAAAAAAADo/hd9jgIJcBMU/s200/handdrawing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nagsimula akong gumuhit,&lt;br /&gt;isang taong may katamtamang taas at hugis ng katawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iginuhit ko ang kanyang mga mata&lt;br /&gt;na kung saan, kitang kita ang sinseridad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iginuhit kong nakangiti, kanyang mga labi&lt;br /&gt;taglay ang kasiyahang hindi napapawi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iginuhit ko ang kanyang mga kamay,&lt;br /&gt;bukas palad, handang tumulong kaninuman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iginuhit ko ang kanyang mga paa,&lt;br /&gt;handang tahakin ang mga paglalakbay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iginuhit ko ang kanyang puso&lt;br /&gt;bakas ang kabutihan&lt;br /&gt;isang maalalahanin, mapagmahal at mapagbigay na indibidwal&lt;br /&gt;pusong handang harapin, mga susubok sa kanyang katatagan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nang aking tiningnan ang kabuuan ng naipinta,&lt;br /&gt;napunta sa aking isipan&lt;br /&gt;ang alaala ng isang kaibigan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------Poem for Filipino.&lt;br /&gt;Topic: A Classmate. I picked Kat :)&lt;br /&gt;It was really hard formulating this one.&lt;br /&gt;The traits I mentioned were common. Though I can explain it, if they'll ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-6690528188421175059?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/6690528188421175059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=6690528188421175059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/6690528188421175059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/6690528188421175059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2009/03/ikaw-ang-naipinta.html' title='iKaw Ang naipinTa'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/SbumP76J6NI/AAAAAAAAADo/hd9jgIJcBMU/s72-c/handdrawing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-6931981636884633801</id><published>2009-03-14T17:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T17:50:20.109+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish list'/><title type='text'>Small Laptops</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/Sbt8xMwWA8I/AAAAAAAAADY/FH2VpPOlrnw/s1600-h/5847-IMG9727s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312977370093061058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/Sbt8xMwWA8I/AAAAAAAAADY/FH2VpPOlrnw/s200/5847-IMG9727s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://eeepc.asus.com/global/products.html?n=0"&gt;Asus EEE PC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eee stands for Easy to Learn, Easy to work and Easy to play.&lt;br /&gt;I think that this 7 inches laptop (Eee 710) would be pretty cool to own. Given it's size, it is handy and light. This is suitable for people who have type written works to do. Having 4-8 GB isn't that bad considering that it is small. I'm not sure if the internet connection is fast. Our PC at home is Asus, so I am pretty sure that it has a good quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I prefer a using CPU's, a laptop can be brought anywhere. And if you have to cram, there's a reliable little buddy you can count on to. I am also thinking that the things that I do, or save would be having more privacy! I can create writings without worrying if my brother will read it. I can also have an offline blog, and then later on type it. I am not a fan of writing down on notebooks, this would be giving me a chance to write more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I will be targetting this one.&lt;br /&gt;I never am serious about saving up, but I guess this will be the first. I have already saved about a thousand. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This costs 14,900 online.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how much it is on stores. I'd better check it up tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other Eee models, but their GB is higher and the price will also hike. The 8GB is 14.900php and the 2GB is 7,500php.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I do not find it at any stores, I'll buy &lt;a href="http://www.laptopking.com.ph/controller.do"&gt;online&lt;/a&gt;. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/Sbt9THibpfI/AAAAAAAAADg/KxJREW0GuT4/s1600-h/neovivid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312977952808084978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 38px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/Sbt9THibpfI/AAAAAAAAADg/KxJREW0GuT4/s200/neovivid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is also another one that I am eyeing. The Neo Vivid Series. Never heard of the brand before, but I like the colors that they offer. They have RED / YELLOW ! It costs 18,000 up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the features, frankly I do not understand what it means. So I need someone to explain it to me. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodluck to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;a href="http://www.netbooks.ph/forums"&gt;Netbook Forums (PH) Link&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/33940052-6931981636884633801?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/6931981636884633801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=6931981636884633801' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/6931981636884633801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/6931981636884633801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2009/03/small-laptops.html' title='Small Laptops'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/Sbt8xMwWA8I/AAAAAAAAADY/FH2VpPOlrnw/s72-c/5847-IMG9727s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-7241039833520383307</id><published>2009-03-14T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T00:21:12.391+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UERM.first year'/><title type='text'>Isang Hinahangaang Guro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/SbqH3uB82rI/AAAAAAAAADQ/5zu_IILJv64/s1600-h/teacher.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312708101755689650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/SbqH3uB82rI/AAAAAAAAADQ/5zu_IILJv64/s200/teacher.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nagkaroon kami ng proyekto sa Pilipino na kung saan, gagawa ng &lt;a href="http://bsn1aluzon.multiply.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; ang mga grupo. Araw-araw, lahat kami ay &lt;strong&gt;hinihikayat na magsulat ng kahit ano&lt;/strong&gt;. Mula sa mga jokes, nabasa, nabalitaan, naiisip, paglalahad ng opinyon. Lahat! Kahit ano. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nakakatuwang isipin dahil, masaya pala ang magkaroon ng isang blog na maraming nagsusulat. Sampu kami sa grupo, at iba-iba ang iniisip namin. &lt;strong&gt;Kahit hindi ka na tumingin sa ibang mag blogs, makakabasa ka ng iba't ibang storya.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isa pang nakikita kong kagandahan nito ay ang mga natuklasan ko na ang mga tahimik sa klase, kapag nagsulat ng mga tula, &lt;strong&gt;madadala ka sa kanilang mga salita&lt;/strong&gt;. Akala ko dati, hindi mahilig magsulat ang mga estudyante. Subalit noong nagkaroon ng proyektong ganito, LAHAT pala ng mga estudyante ay may sari-sariling nais ipamungkahi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kung sana, ang proyektong ito ay nagtagal ng buong semester, mas marami kaming maibabahagi at maipapabasa. Mas matututo kami kung paano mag-sulat, kung paano magkwento at magkomento sa mga mensaheng ipinapahayag ng aming mga kagrupo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pinasasalamatan ko ang aming guro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siya ang isang guro na hindi nawawalan ng "pakulo". Tuwing sesyon ng Pilipino, natutuwa ako sapagkat alam kong mayroon kaming gagawing bago. Bagong laro, bagong hamon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mayroon kasi kaming apat na grupo sa isang klase. Nagkokompetensya makakuha ng puntos. Pataasan ng grado, pababaan (pinaka mataas sa mga mabababa ay 100 puntos, 75 sumunod...), pabilisan at syempre paglalaban ng mga ideya at strategy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ngayong magtatapos na ang semester, wala na kaming Pilipino. Nagpaalam na rin ang aming guro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Subalit, sa mga klase na ibinahagi niya sa amin, lubos akong nagpapasalamat sapagkat napasaya niya ako, kahit unang araw ng linggo pa iyon (tuwing lunes).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hindi lang mga leksyon sa eskwela ang tinuro niya, kundi kung paano kami makisama. Iba ang kinabibilangan kong grupo noong prelims. Nalipat ako noong midterms sapagkat nagkaroon ng "twist". Pipili kung sinong tao ang gustong ilipat. E nalipat ako. Ayaw ko ng mga bago kong ka-grupo. Ngunit naisip ko na kung PALAGI kong sasabihin sa sarili ko na ayaw ko sila, walang mangyayari. Hindi ako makakapagtrabaho ng maigi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa kabilang dako, sa isang grupo maliban sa pakikisama idagdag pa natin ang mag-isip kasama ang isang grupo. Kung paano namin inaabot ang mataas na grado upang hindi namin mapahiya ang grupo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mahalaga ang isang grupo.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ka mabubuhay, kung wala kang katulong sa buhay.&lt;br /&gt;Darating ang araw na kailangan mong magtanong -- kahit ayaw mo :)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Salamat G. Wilbert! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-7241039833520383307?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/7241039833520383307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=7241039833520383307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/7241039833520383307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/7241039833520383307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2009/03/isang-hinahangaang-guro.html' title='Isang Hinahangaang Guro'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/SbqH3uB82rI/AAAAAAAAADQ/5zu_IILJv64/s72-c/teacher.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-3525109129524557494</id><published>2009-03-02T19:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T00:24:11.765+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='point of views'/><title type='text'>The Beggar</title><content type='html'>I am thinking about lots of things.&lt;br /&gt;About, how I can see things the way I saw them before this happened.&lt;br /&gt;It saddens me, to see time pass by. All I can do is, lay down and be fed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;At this state, my legs cannot move, my arms are numb. Every person in this hospital treats me as a child. I can't help but be angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That car that hit me?&lt;br /&gt;They never found it. Evidences? No one really cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this incident I always walk by the ally, the streets and the roads.&lt;br /&gt;No accident or near accidents happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then this?&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;br /&gt;Just once in my life and I f***'n ended up like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How unfair could it be? What wrong have I done?&lt;br /&gt;I have always prayed to YOU yet you did not even answer my call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT ME.&lt;br /&gt;Someone you abandoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live my life walking in the streets, sleeping under the overpass, acted like a pig getting food from trash bags, begged for coins. I felt the worst stage of hunger, thirst, loneliness, envy and the urge of just STEALING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU left me ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;This must not be happening if YOU did not leave me...&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one I got yet you let my limbs be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL NEVER GO BACK TO WHO I WAS&lt;br /&gt;IT IS BETTER TO DIE THAN TO SUFFER MORE THAN WHAT I HAVE BEEN SUFFERING&lt;br /&gt;TAKE MY LIFE AWAY FROM THIS MISERY I NO LONGE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;End Of Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The man died.&lt;br /&gt;Poor him. He thought that his body is more important than his faith.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I felt like writing. This is a point of view of a beggar that got hit by a car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-3525109129524557494?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/3525109129524557494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=3525109129524557494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/3525109129524557494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/3525109129524557494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2009/03/unfortunate.html' title='The Beggar'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-2512951012089884691</id><published>2009-02-21T22:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T23:24:51.696+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Ano ang pakiramdam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 270px; HEIGHT: 192px" height="299" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i5/8th_nemesis/IMG_3717.jpg" width="348" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ano ang pakiramdam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nang may hinihintay na tawag sa telepono&lt;br /&gt;Na iniisip kung hinahanap-hanap ang tinig mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ano ang pakiramdam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nang paglalakad, na parang dalawa lang ang tao sa mundo&lt;br /&gt;At siya ay para lamang sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ano ang pakiramdam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nang may tumatakbo sa sigaw mo ng tulong&lt;br /&gt;At gagawin niya lahat upang kapahamakan ay lumayo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ano ang pakiramdam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na sabihin ang lahat lahat&lt;br /&gt;Mula sa mga hindi kanais-nais na karanasan&lt;br /&gt;Maging ang mga makapagdamdaming tagpuan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ano ang pakiramdam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na mag-antay&lt;br /&gt;Na mag-alala&lt;br /&gt;At mawalan ng pasensya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ano ang pakiramdam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na masaktan.&lt;br /&gt;Mabigo.&lt;br /&gt;Umasa ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ano ang pakiramdam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na mawalan ng aantayin&lt;br /&gt;Mawalan ng sasabihan&lt;br /&gt;At mawalan ng akala mo'y iyong tagapagligtas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ano ang pakiramdam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ng magmahal&lt;br /&gt;Na mawalan ng minamahal&lt;br /&gt;At magbakasakaling, ika'y babalikan? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Picture = my hand lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-2512951012089884691?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/2512951012089884691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=2512951012089884691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/2512951012089884691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/2512951012089884691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2009/02/ano-ang-pakiramdam.html' title='Ano ang pakiramdam'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-7978493172393771916</id><published>2009-02-15T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:23:34.334+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UERM.first year'/><title type='text'>Grado</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Today I wonder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;What is my grade?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-7978493172393771916?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/7978493172393771916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=7978493172393771916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/7978493172393771916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/7978493172393771916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2009/02/grado.html' title='Grado'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-8388408652583784562</id><published>2009-02-11T17:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T17:55:07.371+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UERM.first year'/><title type='text'>Sorting</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Things that I want?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Watch&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to places&lt;br /&gt;3. Use the internet&lt;br /&gt;4. Capture images&lt;br /&gt;5. Do favors for others (omg yes. sometimes I find it amusing to do a favor -- because a favor has a certain goal lol. but i decline if I can't or that favor is just too weird )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In terms of studying?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Going to school&lt;br /&gt;2. Fun teachers&lt;br /&gt;3. Interesting lectures&lt;br /&gt;4. Stating opinions&lt;br /&gt;5. Some mind games that stimulates one's interest haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things that I do not like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Repetition of things&lt;br /&gt;2. Routine-like process of ADL (activities of daily living)&lt;br /&gt;3. Boredom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In terms of studying?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be serious at studying&lt;br /&gt;2. Getting low grades or failing&lt;br /&gt;3. Being jealous of others&lt;br /&gt;4. Being lazy&lt;br /&gt;5. Being irresponsible HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Sorting things out. Identifying what I like and dislike .&lt;br /&gt;If I continue with my course, hmm...&lt;br /&gt;Well... I can't really tell.&lt;br /&gt;I will just frustrate myself and burden myself if I think because -- it IS NOT here. Future? I cannot see what is in it. I only imagine. But can I make it happen? HAHA. I'm just going to live my life one day at a time and see -- what I have to do to make each day, non-repetitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of March would be the time to think if I will pursue or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 2013, there won't be graduates from my course.&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that it would be in demand again?&lt;br /&gt;Or could it be that ALL of us would be employed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-8388408652583784562?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/8388408652583784562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=8388408652583784562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/8388408652583784562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/8388408652583784562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2009/02/sorting.html' title='Sorting'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-6091326032060746096</id><published>2009-02-05T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:41:09.332+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UERM.first year'/><title type='text'>Social Dancing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 151px; HEIGHT: 163px" height="161" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i5/8th_nemesis/Tango-Show-forStoryofTango.jpg" width="240" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, all of the sections performed various social dances -- from Tango to Rumba, Cha-Cha to Boogie and even Waltz, Jazz and six more. Honestly, this event has given me the chance to appreciate social dancing. I have experienced how to work on a stage, even if the production only lasted a few minutes. I remembered our High School and Grade School productions, but this one was different because we have danced on stage and acted on stage. We moved, played with the lighting, verbalized some lines and eventually, act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get fascinated at things I want to do it.&lt;br /&gt;However there is only one direction that I have to take to be able to enhance my skills and learn that focus to the fullest. A little bit of everything is nice, but a being a professional at something is better.&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/33940052-6091326032060746096?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/6091326032060746096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=6091326032060746096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/6091326032060746096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/6091326032060746096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2009/02/social-dancing.html' title='Social Dancing'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-6870719542231119</id><published>2009-01-29T17:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:11:47.492+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'>Opportunity</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Let me ask you something. If someone &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;prays &lt;/span&gt;for patience, you think God&lt;br /&gt;gives them patience? Or does he give them the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to be patient? If he&lt;br /&gt;prayed for courage, does God give him courage, or does he give him opportunities&lt;br /&gt;to be courageous? If someone prayed for the family to be closer, do you think&lt;br /&gt;God zaps them with warm fuzzy feelings, or does he give them opportunities to&lt;br /&gt;love each other? " &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- God from the movie, Evan almighty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-6870719542231119?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/6870719542231119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=6870719542231119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/6870719542231119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/6870719542231119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2009/01/evan-almighty.html' title='Opportunity'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-8411630698597175208</id><published>2009-01-29T15:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T15:16:36.129+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='american idol'/><title type='text'>American Idol 8</title><content type='html'>New season of American Idol! Here's a video of some contestants who passed.&lt;br /&gt;I like the FIRST and the LAST ladies. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/epwZxpiBqw8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/epwZxpiBqw8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-8411630698597175208?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/8411630698597175208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=8411630698597175208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/8411630698597175208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/8411630698597175208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2009/01/american-idol-8.html' title='American Idol 8'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-3790580947140808520</id><published>2009-01-25T17:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T17:29:18.265+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Junkie</title><content type='html'>NEW layout.&lt;br /&gt;Aw.&lt;br /&gt;Not the best one.&lt;br /&gt;But It will stay here for a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hart*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-3790580947140808520?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/3790580947140808520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=3790580947140808520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/3790580947140808520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/3790580947140808520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2009/01/junkie.html' title='Junkie'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-6174532643557541710</id><published>2009-01-21T17:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T18:18:00.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NCP Brutekon</title><content type='html'>Whew. I thank all the people that helped me in my NCP: Kat, Yang, John plus Kenneth and Cullen especially Kuya Ty! Out of 40 people only 5 of us "got" it.&lt;br /&gt;Demn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, being able to pass wasn't the reason for the adrenaline rush I have experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmate asked me to place her work on my filecase -- so that it will not be crampled. However, during our class -- she was late. So I decided to pass her paper along with the class paper. UNFORTUNATELY. Unfortunately, I knew that he will check it but a.) I assumed she will arrive at 5-10mins time b.) that nothing will happen. Guess what, when he was checking her paper -- he told the class. "Where is she?" so the class answered that they do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a snap -- he tore it apart.&lt;br /&gt;In front of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was terribly shocked.&lt;br /&gt;The questions: was it my fault? OMG. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only submitted it because it was with me. But I did not voiced out when he asked where she was. I was nervous and I lost the words to say. Upon seeing her paper torned -- *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw my classmate, outside the room. I RUSHED towards her without any hesitation. I told her what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your paper was torned"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But wait! I will talk to sir, you can reprint your work, I will accompany you and I will be the one to pay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;=_="&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;WHEW.&lt;br /&gt;Sir accepted her paper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, THAT was something. I will never let anything like that happen. I feel stupid. Being able to pass did not sink in to me because of that incident.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-6174532643557541710?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/6174532643557541710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=6174532643557541710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/6174532643557541710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/6174532643557541710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2009/01/ncp-brutekon.html' title='NCP Brutekon'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-6509801239590288748</id><published>2009-01-20T17:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:50:17.607+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UERM.first year'/><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tired.&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/33940052-6509801239590288748?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/6509801239590288748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=6509801239590288748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/6509801239590288748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/6509801239590288748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_20.html' title='.'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-5279137422925479879</id><published>2009-01-18T00:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T01:52:53.840+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realization'/><title type='text'>Kuy</title><content type='html'>Okay. So natapos na ang usapan. Teka, sa tingin ko HINDI pa tapos.&lt;br /&gt;Pilipino kasi e, mahilig sa tsismis. Pero sa akin TAPOS na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun na yon. Kung ano mang sunod na mangyari, tingnan nalang natin. Syempre hindi ako makapagsasabi kung ano ang maaaring mangyari dahil WALA pa ako dun e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will just give myself a hard time, assuming and thinking about something that is not presented in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meeting, these two persons approached me. I was sad because they suddenly blurted out that "Hey, I'm leaving the choir" That really shocked me and frustrate me because I do not want them to leave. They are two persons whom I looked up to. One of the first few faces I was intoduced to in the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However when we were walking back, I cannot ignore the thought of them -- using me. Well that is my opinion. Because of the lines "Can you show it to me" In addition, he looked desperate when he suggested that I, renew my multiply password just to view something. THAT is suspicious. I asked myself "Is he using the fact that I admire him?" Perhaps he thought that I would -- fall in the same pit twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank him for the compliments he gave, those were sweet enough to make me fall. But showing such desperation? It lead me to disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WORDS can really BUY a person &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF the heart processess the words BEFORE the mind.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned my lesson.&lt;br /&gt;NEVER talk TOO much.&lt;br /&gt;My name was called out a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;I felt nervous -- but I realized it was my role to get involved. So yeah, bring it. But I am no longer entertaining it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot always hide from such problems, nor can I distant myself.&lt;br /&gt;But I can allow myself to think rationally.&lt;br /&gt;I have my opinions and it all came from my thoughts. If there are misunderstandings, I may be the one who is wrong or perhaps the one who is right. But the real point here is that -- I have something in mind. I might have been hearing lots of comments and leaned on each side, but hell -- I CAN always change my mind. Why shouldn't I change my mind. I haven't mastered seeing the righteous one in one sitting anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emotions are used sparingly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facts are always right. Unless it came from facts that are proven wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry" is not a closed statement, rather an open one. Thus, entails explanation&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S ALL WORK at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry but the connection and relationship that I have established seems to have been torned. Yes, you are still my brothers -- but there is something missing. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When you turned your back so easily...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess --&lt;strong&gt; "Kuya" is just a label.&lt;/strong&gt; Not a sign of friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did I lost someone?&lt;br /&gt;I guess not.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never had someone anyway.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't feel anything.&lt;br /&gt;That is my last cry -- noticed it lasted easily?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-5279137422925479879?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/5279137422925479879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=5279137422925479879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/5279137422925479879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/5279137422925479879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2009/01/kuy.html' title='Kuy'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-7568873744432236879</id><published>2009-01-16T20:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T14:36:25.734+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>The rest is still unwritten</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I felt blessed for I was fortunate than some percent of the people's population. Today, I am more fortunate since I am still partaking in this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A past classmate of mine died. She was break dancing, and fell on her chest. She could not breath so she was rushed to the hospital. Two days later, she passed away. It was fast. Imagine the greatest depression happening in just 48 hours. I can't imagine the struggle she was experiencing, and how her family stayed beside her filled with fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, we can never really say when our candles will be blown.&lt;br /&gt;She was a great person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet her stay was worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am proud of who she was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;**PS The song "Unwritten" was the piece she conducted during the song festival. Truly, that the rest is still unwritten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-7568873744432236879?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/7568873744432236879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=7568873744432236879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/7568873744432236879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/7568873744432236879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2009/01/besa.html' title='The rest is still unwritten'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-314705685194253136</id><published>2009-01-15T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:38:00.810+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realization'/><title type='text'>Salamat!</title><content type='html'>Kanina may isang batang nagbebenta ng bananaque. Tinanong niya ako, "Ate bananaque" syempre umiling ako at alam kong, hindi ko iyon gusto. Pero tinawag siya ng tatay ko. Tinanong niya kung magkano. Dose raw. Bumili naman ang tatay ko. E ang tatay ko, mahilig makipag kwentuhan, sabi niya "Dapat sa susunod sampu nalang yan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang sinagot naman ng bata "Sampu po kasi talaga ito. Dinadagdagan ko lang ng dos para pambaon ko mamaya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tama nga naman diba, tax.&lt;br /&gt;Naisip ko lang, ang galing niya. Mas magaling siya sa akin. Alam niyo kung bakit? Kasi siya ang bata bata pa niya dumidiskarte na sa buhay. E ako, tatamad tamad kahit nasa harapan ko na ang lahat. Dami dami kong inaalala, wala pa iyon sa tindi ng inaalala ng iba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Naisip ko lang na MAGPASALAMAT ngayon sa lahat ng meron ako.&lt;br /&gt;At nais ko sanang matutong maging KONTENTO sa mga bagay na meron ako :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-314705685194253136?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/314705685194253136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=314705685194253136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/314705685194253136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/314705685194253136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2009/01/salamat.html' title='Salamat!'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-7999832465792266496</id><published>2009-01-13T19:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T19:52:10.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UERM.first year'/><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>College Stress.&lt;br /&gt;AAACCCKK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not VERY serious about this course.&lt;br /&gt;Should I ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm immature about studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-7999832465792266496?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/7999832465792266496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=7999832465792266496' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/7999832465792266496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/7999832465792266496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-4793592376593846918</id><published>2009-01-05T20:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:18:54.573+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online game'/><title type='text'>Crazy Kart</title><content type='html'>There is a new Level Up! game entitled: &lt;a href="http://crazykart.levelupgames.ph/ckgrandprix.html"&gt;Crazy Kart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a massive multi-player online roleplaying game (MMORPG) wherein players are to RACE with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think of it as an ordinary racing game -- dashing, speeding up and bumping one another. However in addition to that idea, Crazy Kart offers other in game obstacles that will make it harder for you to maneuver. Players can throw missles at one another, electrify someone or even just throwing a banana peel on the road!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For me, the graphics of this game is suited for someone who just got home -- tired, stressed, and just want to see something HAPPY : - D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are different maps in which you can race. Each maps has its own uniqueness thus, your race would never be the same. In addition, in certain levels new maps are opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, remember the movie "Tokyo Drift"? Well drifting is something to be learned here! Every player might find new tricks to efficiently drive through their opponents in order to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Really, it is not your old school racing ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0cBZLPpr2Jc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0cBZLPpr2Jc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See you in game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&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/33940052-4793592376593846918?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/4793592376593846918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=4793592376593846918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/4793592376593846918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/4793592376593846918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2009/01/crazy-kart.html' title='Crazy Kart'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-3103891731218016842</id><published>2009-01-04T20:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:54:07.279+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first year college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UERM.first year'/><title type='text'>The Start -- i mean -- The Continuation</title><content type='html'>Hello! First of all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the new year greetings. I am sorry if I wasn't able to greet you all on that day. But don't worry! 2009 won't last a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that we will all overcome whatever circumstances we are about to handle.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is just &lt;a href="http://hussle8.multiply.com/reviews/item/4"&gt;for now&lt;/a&gt; (oh no! avenue q song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, I really thought of writing because -- I do not feel well. Perhaps I am irritated by the fact that school starts tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ang daming pinagawa noong bakasyon :( Pero nung simula lang ng bakasyon ko siya ginawa. Gumawa ako ng mga speech para sa return demonstration at inayos ko ang mga notes ko sa H.Bio Pagkatapos noon, sinubukan kong i-memorya lahat ng mga sinulat kong notes at ang mga kinompose kong speeches. PERO hindi ko magawang imemorya dahil nakatatak sa isip ko "ang haba!" o kaya "ang hirap!" o kaya "nakakainis...wag na nga!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kaya kung ako ang tatanungin, hindi ko talaga lubusang ikinasaya ang bakasyon dahil hindi ko ito lubusang naramdaman. Salamat nalang sa mga pahanon na umalis kami nang bahay at namasyal. Okay na ako. Kahit pagharap ko nga sa kompyuter hindi siya gaanong epektibo dahil inaalis ko lang sa isip ko na may KAILANGAN pa akong gawin. Imbis na gawin ang mga gawain, dinadaan ko nalang sa laro (&lt;a href="http://www.elitecabal.com/"&gt;cabal online&lt;/a&gt; o yea!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mood swings! Grabe. Masyado ako kung mag-isip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pati problema sa choir napaisip ako. Pero kung tutuusin -- madaling solusyonan, ginagawan lang ng mga isyung hindi dapat. Nandito ang tuldok ---- guguhitan pa ng linya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hay nako!&lt;br /&gt;Basta.&lt;br /&gt;NEW YEAR NA!&lt;br /&gt;Kaya gusto ko na rin namang LUMAKI. Maging MATURE sa mga bagay bagay. Hindi ko kailangang hukayin ang mga ayaw ipahukay. Kung ano ang nasaharap ko iyon ang gagawin ko. Kung ano ang nasa-isip ko sige sasabihin ko na. Natuto na ako at matututo pa ako. Magtatrabaho na ako bilang officer ninyo. Hindi ko na ipagkakaila o ikahihiya. Sorry nung unang panahon na hindi ako gumawa kaagad. Puwes, ito na. Nagising na ako. Kahit sabi nila na "ikaw lang naman walang kasalanan" hindi naman nila naisip na ang walang ginagawa -- ay hindi maganda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di bale.&lt;br /&gt;MAAAYOS ANG LAHAT. Kung gusto nilang umayos, aayos. Kung gusto nilang lumalim pa, sige. Palalimin nila. Makikinig lang naman kami e -- at magpapakahirap na maging rasyonal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAHA. Tawa nalang :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;May tamang oras diyan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;KAPAG binigay ang tamang oras GAMITIN. Huwag lang tingnan dahil hindi na babalik ang tamang oras na iyan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kung may maiwan man... siguraduhing masasabi sa susunod, kung pagpapalain kang meron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ayan ang mga natutunan ko, bago magtapos ang nakaraang taon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kaya ang NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTION KO ay gagawin ko ang lahat ng iaatas sa akin at mga kailangan kong gawin. Pagiisipan ko ang kurso ko (leche) At mag-iisip na ako bilang isang 'adult'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Goodbye 08! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You left me climbing from the ground.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;*emo much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-3103891731218016842?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/3103891731218016842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=3103891731218016842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/3103891731218016842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/3103891731218016842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2009/01/start-i-mean-continuation.html' title='The Start -- i mean -- The Continuation'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-7945515639599173056</id><published>2009-01-01T11:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T11:45:13.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"The&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; optimist&lt;/span&gt; stays up late at midnight to see the new year &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pessimist&lt;/span&gt; stays up late to&lt;br /&gt;make sure the old year &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;leaves&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- Bill Vaughn&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its really LIFE. Its up to us how we will face and enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;We can't really make a perfect plan -- but we can aim for our goals.&lt;br /&gt;There will be some shit on the floor that we shall not step on.&lt;br /&gt;But if we got carried away by walking on the road;&lt;br /&gt;accidentally stepping on a shit…&lt;br /&gt;…then go home -- wash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s really just common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/strong&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/33940052-7945515639599173056?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/7945515639599173056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=7945515639599173056' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/7945515639599173056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/7945515639599173056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-1161236355841709571</id><published>2008-12-29T12:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T12:43:48.553+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'>Strength</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To know who you are really like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and acknowledge it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a positive thinking of enjoying yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;isn't that what true strength is ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;-Tamaki from Ouran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-1161236355841709571?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/1161236355841709571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=1161236355841709571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/1161236355841709571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/1161236355841709571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/12/strength.html' title='Strength'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-275300055552899828</id><published>2008-12-27T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T23:55:16.308+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Challenges to come</title><content type='html'>What a year ender for 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;■ There are lots of things happening aroud my neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;It is really shocking to be part of the groups officers. I mean, I know the issues and I need to keep it away from the members. Once the members are informed they will do abrupt actions and you never know when they will hurt each other. I need to keep myself unbiased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday I was informed. And WOW that was a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I just pray everything will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to strain myself as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;■ Schoolworks. I studied until the 24th. And now I lost the urge to study D: There are many things to memorize! I am telling you, I hate memorizing. But I got to believe in myself or else my grades will hate me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;■ I heard about a news about a boastful politician, shouting his position as he beats up a 54-year-old man and his 14-year-old son. Just read his daughter's story&lt;a href="http://vicissitude-decidido.blogspot.com/2008/12/world-is-fucked-up.html"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;. Lastly, I knew a young person who just got pregnant. Instead of analyzing and giving out opinions, I just said "okay" We are not that close anyway, she just GMed it for formality sake. Good thing she accepted it. Responsible young woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;■ END the year. Hope everything will be fine in the next&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-275300055552899828?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/275300055552899828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=275300055552899828' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/275300055552899828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/275300055552899828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/12/challenges-to-come.html' title='Challenges to come'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-3159993745477347106</id><published>2008-12-23T21:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T22:12:17.248+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Brave Story</title><content type='html'>I, once again, wondered of what anime to watch. I decided to pick out a movie, something I can finish in one sitting. So I came across this anime called: &lt;a href="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i5/8th_nemesis/BraveStoryPoster3.jpg"&gt;Brave Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i5/8th_nemesis/BraveStoryPoster3.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title isn't something that pleases the ear.&lt;br /&gt;However, the saying "Do not judge the book by its cover" applies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a story of a ten year old boy, wanting to reunite his parents and regain the happiness he shares with them. Along the way, he meets another boy, who's past at first remained unknown. They both travelled in a dimension, a place where their wish could come true. Moving on different paths, they challenged themselves to collect the necessary gems that would help them to see the Goddess of Fortune for their wish to come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some striking words that are spoken. Plus, the ending left me with an "aw" in mind. It is not one of those long endings where characters become very sentimental. It was a great ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me of &lt;a href="http://www.onlineghibli.com/"&gt;Studio Ghibli&lt;/a&gt; films in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want some time killers, this would be a good movie to watch! It was based on a game: &lt;a href="http://www.bravestorynewtraveler.com/"&gt;Brave Story: New Traveler&lt;/a&gt; so perhaps you would want to play the game, after seeing this epic film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-3159993745477347106?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/3159993745477347106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=3159993745477347106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/3159993745477347106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/3159993745477347106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/12/brave-story.html' title='Brave Story'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-2511674885160826464</id><published>2008-12-21T16:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T16:45:26.971+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first year college'/><title type='text'>Not so Christmassy</title><content type='html'>Start of the Christmas Break!&lt;br /&gt;But it's not so Christmassy I say :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of things to do for school, and a little time for the things I want to do! I find it a little unfair to be experiencing this kind of vacation. I should be spending my time, fancy-ing things up (and by that I mean buying stuff lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy other students who will spend their vacations without anything in mind. Whilst me, I would be memorizing 4 chapters for our Human Biology class and I will be practicing for our return demonstration (that would include bed bath, bed making, perineal care and back massage).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not see any reason why I am sacrificing. I do not even know why I am in this course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh out loud, but whatever frustrations will enter my mind, the thought of JUST finishing this vocation comes by; and I do not disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be done, after 4 years. And I will be promising myself to do whatever I want as I make some money! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-2511674885160826464?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/2511674885160826464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=2511674885160826464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/2511674885160826464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/2511674885160826464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-so-christmassy.html' title='Not so Christmassy'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-6409413008383254586</id><published>2008-12-06T13:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T18:36:08.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Nodame Cantabile</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i5/8th_nemesis/3.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was just looking for a &lt;a href="http://www.crunchyroll.com/library/Nodame_Cantabile"&gt;random anime&lt;/a&gt;, something with a concept that is somehow unique. Something new that I haven't seen and worth it to watch. I pass by the title "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nodame_Cantabile"&gt;Nodame Cantabile&lt;/a&gt;" With it's short description about it being "funny" and as it revolves around "music" I gave it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure do, it does revolve around music. When you enter the college of arts it is really difficult because you need to be one of the best in order to get an income. In the anime, I'm guessing that the major questions was: Where does passion lead you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Notabe Cantabile" is an anime filled with the passion towards the art of music. It is a struggle to be one of the bests. If it weren't because of the HILARIOUS scenes, it might be burried into seriousness. Thanks to the humor, it wasn't dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the concertos they played &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9skTn_VQZ7E"&gt;"Mozart Oboe Concerto in C Major"&lt;/a&gt; really caught my attention. And the other one was when Chiaki and Nodame played "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yE2zxGrBje4"&gt;Elgar&lt;/a&gt;". It was a great opportunity to listen to music such as these :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't much of the mushy scenes.&lt;br /&gt;And I can say that the ending was s-w-e-e-e-e-e-t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i5/8th_nemesis/NodameCantabile-embrace.png" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why not try this anime? If you're up to some laughs and music all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-6409413008383254586?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/6409413008383254586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=6409413008383254586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/6409413008383254586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/6409413008383254586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/12/nodame-cantabile.html' title='Nodame Cantabile'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-5583976369059314991</id><published>2008-11-28T17:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T17:27:54.030+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first year college'/><title type='text'>Return Demonstration</title><content type='html'>We are experiencing the new curriculum. The lessons that the second year took last semester are the ones that we are taking now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just finished the return demonstration (orals and demonstrating) of vital signs -- how to get blood pressure, pulse etc. Also, familiarizing oneself with the proper things to say when assessing a patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are just damn starting.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm letting my guards down for a while. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-5583976369059314991?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/5583976369059314991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=5583976369059314991' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/5583976369059314991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/5583976369059314991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/11/return-demonstration.html' title='Return Demonstration'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-482923196248397167</id><published>2008-11-26T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:18:07.524+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first year college'/><title type='text'>[Ellipses]</title><content type='html'>I don't really understand myself completely! Why do I have sudden mood swings &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;Today I hate the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or am I just stressed, tired and sick of the monotony. I hate spending the whole day sitting down, analyzing memorizing and thinking about things . I don't even know why I freakin' bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAAAH.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-482923196248397167?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/482923196248397167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=482923196248397167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/482923196248397167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/482923196248397167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/11/elipses.html' title='[Ellipses]'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-5205586895784886413</id><published>2008-11-25T19:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T21:54:09.478+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first year college'/><title type='text'>A day with "A"</title><content type='html'>It's such a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;great feeling&lt;/span&gt; when you just sit down and wait for you mind to settle until you finally want to say a word. When you are not bothered by how silent your friends are, you'll hardly notice that after some time, you're telling what you want, what you feel and what you think exactly that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You learn to give space and not to hurry your friends and yourself about a topic you want to share. So what if you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;share&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Silence"&gt;silence&lt;/a&gt;? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZXDY8WVTlnI"&gt;relaxed&lt;/a&gt; after I hang out with my &lt;a href="http://tabulas.com/~kaktus"&gt;Paula&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://janelleyu.tl.my/"&gt;Janelle&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://tsinelasparin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lora&lt;/a&gt;. I am so glad I felt it again today, with &lt;a href="http://katkatmarie.multiply.com/"&gt;Kat&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://maguizajohnroyce.multiply.com/"&gt;John&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://yangstaa.multiply.com/"&gt;Yang&lt;/a&gt;. I knew it would happen again, but it was surprising that I am with different people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then they are good friends"&lt;br /&gt;My mom said. And I agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are. I'm quite lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"If you don't understand my&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;silence&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;you'll never understand my&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; words&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not close to them whatsoever. But it is the moment that we shared that I treasured. After our PE class, we tried to do our &lt;a href="http://chestofbooks.com/health/natural-cure/Henry-Lindlahr/Nature-Cure/The-Five-Stages-of-Inflammation.html"&gt;homework&lt;/a&gt; in the library, but we failed. haha. But it is a good time that we have talked and shared random thoughts. After sometime, we &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;walked &lt;/span&gt;around the school. When one of us wants to go that way, sure! When I pointed out the window and got attracted by the scenery, for one second I noticed that we are there, looking down, talking about what we see. When they saw a room that captured their curiousity, we peeked through the broken knob and wonder -- "what the heck does this smell like dogs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO ANYTHING goes!&lt;br /&gt;We give each other a chance.&lt;br /&gt;We don't really bother the time and don't really bother were we are or worry about the rules. It is something new, and we are open to it. It's very relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that I'm not the only person who watches cartoons at night, thinks about death when inside the washroom in the morning or think about life in general when were alone in our rooms at night. We do share common things. I'm guessing I'm in the right place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them when we were about to go home that I was relaxed. They were too! I felt really happy. I never thought I would find friends, after being somewhat lost last semester. I'm really really grateful! I might even cry when we are not classmates anymore :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to find the right people. You'll really be passing a curved road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Kat&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;John&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yang&lt;/span&gt; for this day.&lt;/span&gt; (your names must not be forgotten D; haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-5205586895784886413?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/5205586895784886413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=5205586895784886413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/5205586895784886413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/5205586895784886413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-such-great-feeling-when-you-just.html' title='A day with &quot;A&quot;'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-851859995766605870</id><published>2008-11-23T18:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T20:06:19.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>November Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i5/8th_nemesis/bolt01.jpg" align="center" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a picture from an upcoming movie, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/disney.go.com/disneypictures/bolt"&gt;Bolt&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It is a story about a dog who starred in a movie. He believed that he has super powers! But in reality, he doesn't. So he runs around, boastful and yet confused why can't he use his super powers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What interest me, aside from the graphics, is the story itself. Just like Cars and Rattatouile, this seems to be a movie with another story to tell. And it seems to be relaxing when you watch movies like this. I am also interested in the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pigeons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They seemed to be stupid in the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aDWPsoKQoOs"&gt;trailer&lt;/a&gt;. Makes them look funny :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i5/8th_nemesis/twilight1.jpg" align="left" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another movie that I am quite interested at (yes, just quite) is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twilightthemovie.com/"&gt;Twilight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I have read the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.imdb.com/title/tt1099212"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt; and it would be nice to see the movie. I like the fight scenes and how they chased Bella. What I don't like is too much love love. I mean, well... for me it looks like obsession of Bella and Edward to each other :P Moderation can be tolerated :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This two movies will air at the same time. 26th of November.&lt;br /&gt;I love to see both of them!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got to start saving some money to be able to view these :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY november movie VIEWING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/p&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/33940052-851859995766605870?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/851859995766605870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=851859995766605870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/851859995766605870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/851859995766605870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/11/november-movies.html' title='November Movies'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-3345751216619949134</id><published>2008-11-21T19:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T19:28:39.032+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first year college'/><title type='text'>General Psychology</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak when you are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;angry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you will &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;make&lt;/span&gt; the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;best &lt;/span&gt;speech you will ever regret.&lt;br /&gt;- Ambrose Bierce &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got a low score on General Psychology. I clicked the X button at once when I saw the freakin' &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2.75. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's even lower than my Chemistry (which was the one that is damn confusing). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;/end the rant : &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are currently studying Vital Signs. I need more practice on how to get Blood Pressure! Though I'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; happy everytime I hear a pulse. HAHA. We will be having return demonstration next week @_@ Must work really hard for the shining shimmering &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I better not stress myself upon seeing bad grades. I am allowing myself to blame myself though -- for a couple of minutes. Then recuperate and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;try&lt;/span&gt; not to fail again :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*do I sound optimistic. or not. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-3345751216619949134?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/3345751216619949134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=3345751216619949134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/3345751216619949134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/3345751216619949134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/11/general-psychology.html' title='General Psychology'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-3632402671071924196</id><published>2008-11-18T17:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T10:56:54.907+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Dry throat</title><content type='html'>I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;I got colds.&lt;br /&gt;It starts with sore throat then results to runny nose. After that, your throat will dry up and you'll get coughs. I experience this kind of virus everytime. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why did I waste a senseless post ?&lt;br /&gt;Well to keep track of my "sick schedule"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my labels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to log that I got sick last semester, that was around... acctually i forgot. lol. Basta I got sick. Sakitin ako e. T_T Pero ang wirdo kasi wala akong lagnat. Severe cough lang nga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-3632402671071924196?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/3632402671071924196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=3632402671071924196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/3632402671071924196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/3632402671071924196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/11/dry-throat.html' title='Dry throat'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-6663596088691931856</id><published>2008-11-09T00:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T00:56:03.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Lovelies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Are you one of us?" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i5/8th_nemesis/IMG-1746_e.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I spend today in Quezon City Circle! Together with Paula, Lora and Janelle! It was so much fun seeing their faces and hearing their stories. Taking pictures was the highlight for it took half of our time. Salamat sa araw na ito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was relaxing. We were free to do what we want. It was not that sunny nor did it rain hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this happening was a "break" from school, well before going back to school. It gave me the energy I needed. HAHA! &lt;strong&gt;No smoking. No drinking. JUST nature AND friends! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will be looking forward for this happening again ;)&lt;br /&gt;'Till the next random stories, bike ride and snapshots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;G a m b a t t e !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i5/8th_nemesis/IMG-1766.jpg" border="1" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i5/8th_nemesis/IMG-1846.jpg" border="1" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i5/8th_nemesis/IMG-1740.jpg" border="1" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i5/8th_nemesis/IMG-1767.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-6663596088691931856?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/6663596088691931856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=6663596088691931856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/6663596088691931856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/6663596088691931856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/11/lovelies.html' title='Lovelies'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-1775944179043970576</id><published>2008-11-04T16:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T16:52:46.558+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first year college'/><title type='text'>Second Semester</title><content type='html'>Enrollment for the second semester is over.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting in line isn't the fun part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sections were up, and the schedule was as well.&lt;br /&gt;Every Tuesday and Thursday I'll be having half days. Guess they did that for us to have a reasonable amount of time to review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now belong to section I-A&lt;br /&gt;But I really love H.&lt;br /&gt;So we'll get along together more often. During breaks of course! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;G a m b a t t e&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-1775944179043970576?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/1775944179043970576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=1775944179043970576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/1775944179043970576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/1775944179043970576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/11/second-semester.html' title='Second Semester'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-7309256694421756666</id><published>2008-10-25T09:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T10:30:38.592+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first year college'/><title type='text'>The first semester's break</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i5/8th_nemesis/IMG_1826.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday was the last day of our semester.&lt;br /&gt;Truly, the best days are always towards the end. Or things were just planned, to leave a mark that isn't hard for us to remember. We were relaxed and we are free to do what we want. Time has given us the opportunity to somehow, know each other more. I guess there's just endless possibilities with last minutes :) &lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i5/8th_nemesis/IMG_1834_e.jpg" border="1" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i5/8th_nemesis/IMG_1815_e.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i5/8th_nemesis/IMG_1756_e.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had dinner with the Nursing Ensemble. At first I don't know why I will go with them. I haven't been going to practice and I guess I'm close to quitting. Well maybe I went just to have a great time. And I did :) Though it was not possible without the people around: new faces I have known (ate gela and adeng, and kuya jamil) and the familiar ones I got to know more. I was thinking that the night was running fast, especially when we chased them -- since we stopped by and took some pictures. Until we road the boat. It was slow, and riding it at night ? It was the best! I got the feeling of being relaxed after one day of laughter, play and cheering. It's really nice to stay quiet at times :) I want it to happen again, with my friends. haha. And by the way, I felt like a child :D &lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i5/8th_nemesis/IMG_1994_e.jpg" border="1" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i5/8th_nemesis/IMG_1971.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a happening though, when one of the pedal boat broke. Side by side (well you can take it literally, one on the right, the other on the left and at the back, look at the first picture above this paragraph) we guide them back to the riverside. You can pull out a lot of stories during that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss these kinds of times! Really.&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to think about anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart knowing that it ended :(&lt;br /&gt;It's like going back to reality and facing all the worries, problems and future. I don't want to give a SPACE for those things. haha. I want to escape them and enjoy life. I'm kind of tired solving them and thinking about those. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a break is a break.&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;strong&gt;does&lt;/strong&gt; end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/33940052-7309256694421756666?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/7309256694421756666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=7309256694421756666' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/7309256694421756666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/7309256694421756666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-semesters-break.html' title='The first semester&apos;s break'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-3223931742788900730</id><published>2008-10-18T02:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T12:45:23.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'>Talent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"i like shows where somebody isn't a professional, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;has a talent, isn't aware of it, has a normal job &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then you see something else..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Simon Cowell (commenting on Paul Potts)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-3223931742788900730?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/3223931742788900730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=3223931742788900730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/3223931742788900730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/3223931742788900730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/10/striking.html' title='Talent'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-1310026606287438328</id><published>2008-10-04T18:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T20:40:06.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first year college'/><title type='text'>Section H</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Ilagay ang kamay sa bibig" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i5/8th_nemesis/IMG_1206.jpg" align="left" border="1" /&gt; Wow. It IS fun to be involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a long day because of &lt;a href="http://www.gawadkalinga.org/"&gt;Gawad Kalinga&lt;/a&gt;. I woke up without thinking anything, but I'll do what I got to do. And since this will be JUST for TODAY, I thought: Why not enjoy everything that happens? And suprisingly, I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the GK site, "Don Pepe". It's a small place, that where less fortunate people live. First, we helped the carpenters transfer the "sand" that they are going to use to build the third flook of the, rather small GK house. We formed a line, zigzagging in the staircase as we pass the sack to one person to another. It was dusty and dirty. After we were finished, we were relieved "Yay tapos na!" was the common comment each has given. We were also proud of ourselves that we were able to help them :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Cute" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i5/8th_nemesis/IMG_1218.jpg" align="right" border="1" /&gt;We had lunch at the families in the place. Two persons in one house. We were 39 so there were about 19 houses . Monique and I were partners. We were assigned to a family that consists of 4 children and their mother. Three other kids from the neighbor joined in. We had a little chat, but most of the time was used up by taking pictures and watching using the mini-television of Monique in her cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids were grabbing our things, yet we let them hold it for a while. Frankly, I was nervous they might break it or something -- It's hard for me to let other people hold that camera, HAHA. It's driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, they invited us to play 10-20, a game in which you use a garter or rubberbands and jump jump jump! They were very good at it! Those flexible puny kids. They have their muscles worked out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at around 12:00, we had our program. Together with Jobby, Kenneth, John and Kat, we teached the kids a song. "Humayo't Ihayag" Jobby and John does not know the song but I was surprised even though they did not know it, they still have the will to help Kenneth and me. So we teached them the song! Then Kat entered in the picture, volunteering herself because she knows the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Classmates" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i5/8th_nemesis/IMG_1327.jpg" align="left" border="1" /&gt; I was really surprised because of these people's cooperation. And we formulated steps -- Kenneth and I did not know that we need ACTIONS. So, since it was still at the end -- we did not just STAND there and stare, we made actions. On the spot and it turned out just fine! They just don't know how pleased I am with their sense of responsibility. Some people would just stand there and say "sorry" even though there is still something that you call: Last Minute (though it is not advisable for it is addicting D: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also commend CAREN for being there, open to everyone and trusting everyone to do their part. And that trust she gave wasn't wasted -- people seemed to KNOW they have SOMETHING to do and they THINK to be able to perform the certain task. If they know for themselves that they CAN'T do it ALONE, there are other people, a LOT of people willing to help them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Gawad Kalinga" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i5/8th_nemesis/IMG_1200.jpg" align="right" border="1" /&gt;I have grown to like this section even more.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered that I disliked them, but something changed my mind when I saw them sitting in the Chemistry lab, studying -- helping each other out. When I saw how they do group works and skits. And now, adding up to the reasons why I should KEEP them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed to be a part of Section H.&lt;br /&gt;This will be a highlighted chapter of my college life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Year. First Sem.&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU for the experience.&lt;br /&gt;No books can tell me these.&lt;br /&gt;No other set of people but YOU.&lt;br /&gt;I have just come across your path, yet you gave me presents as I leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still have 2 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;And it will be a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cheers to my beloved!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos Link: &lt;a href="http://lamislyza.multiply.com/photos"&gt;NSTP multiply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. Then it rained. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then we got soaked. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our pants all wet &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;EDIT:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thus my horoscope was right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right now you are surrounded by people who play a vital role in helping you succeed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Detail&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now you are surrounded by so many people that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;you might feel a bit claustrophobic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -- but these people really are looking out for you, so why don't you rely on them a little bit more than you have been? They will play a vital role in helping to turn your dismal outlook into a more positive one. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Not only will they help you see the glass as half full, they will help you figure out a way to fill it even higher! So reach out and ask for help -- even if you don't think you need it, you could use some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-1310026606287438328?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/1310026606287438328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=1310026606287438328' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/1310026606287438328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/1310026606287438328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/10/section-h.html' title='Section H'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-8152094763575435615</id><published>2008-10-02T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T21:59:35.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first year college'/><title type='text'>Consensation</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Concentration makes the rhythm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Concentration, now begins!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think I'm starting to like learning.&lt;br /&gt;A friend said &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"I study not to get high grades, but to learn a lot of things"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a better way of thinking, rather than pushing oneself hard to get to the top. I think that my interest is enough to keep me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like my motivation increased by around 35%&lt;br /&gt;][_, (()) ][_,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Now let's continue enjoying life and see what else comes around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-8152094763575435615?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/8152094763575435615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=8152094763575435615' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/8152094763575435615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/8152094763575435615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/10/consensation.html' title='Consensation'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-7159785788887785741</id><published>2008-09-30T18:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T18:39:22.221+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first year college'/><title type='text'>When classes are out</title><content type='html'>No classes tomorrow! Happy happy joy joy.&lt;br /&gt;Things I want plan to do when there is no classes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Watch series (House and Detective School Q)&lt;br /&gt;2. Make a layout for my blog, and multiply.&lt;br /&gt;3. Play online games.&lt;br /&gt;4. Spend a lot of time with my parents/family.&lt;br /&gt;5. Doodle.&lt;br /&gt;6. Read interesting articles or books.&lt;br /&gt;7. Watch TV! (I never watched TV nowadays T_T)&lt;br /&gt;8. Go to malls.&lt;br /&gt;9. Write.&lt;br /&gt;10. Help in house works. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, there will only be tomorrow for no classes. But I'll make it AS IF it was a week &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-7159785788887785741?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/7159785788887785741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=7159785788887785741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/7159785788887785741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/7159785788887785741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-classes-are-out.html' title='When classes are out'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-7668228844479106778</id><published>2008-09-21T22:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:53:21.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choir'/><title type='text'>Just GO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When life seems so tough, go on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When things go wrong, move on! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bear in mind that God gave you the strength to persevere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Not to surrender&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things just come unexpected, don't they? Though there will be a point, wherein He will give you hints. However, you'll never undestand unless, it is there right in front of your face -- and you can't say no. Not because there's no other choice, but because there's a little strenght burried, overpowering. I can't really explain, how things are at that moment. All I can say that it is a twist. In just a snap, I was involved. All I did was listen and speak in my mind. They see me as a quiet one. I know they never believed in me and I do not care. I will not do random things to get their attention, I don't need to show off. And yet, some [tried to] believe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Blessing din yan"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe I can't see where this is leading. And I think I don't need to know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If I know too much, I might overplan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I guess, this is where I will grow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll let myself grow for sure :]&lt;/div&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/33940052-7668228844479106778?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/7668228844479106778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=7668228844479106778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/7668228844479106778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/7668228844479106778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-go.html' title='Just GO'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-1233148310943233805</id><published>2008-09-11T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T20:18:36.209+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UERM.first year'/><title type='text'>You got the whole world in YOUR hands</title><content type='html'>My Chemistry and Math grades is higher! *Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;All the rest went down though. HAHA. *Boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having fun watching the rest of the class. I realized that some of them are good writers (Alan and Victor) and they are good actors too! They make the class fun in small ways, especially when there are skits or plays. They are the "light of the show" :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it's funny to see everyone studying during breaks nowadays. Is it because, now is the FINAL term? I wonder. HAHA. Actually, I find it funny when I grabbed my chemistry handouts last night, and reviewed the last lesson. I barely do that! I only study when the test is THERE. Maybe... well YES I want higher grades. I was aiming for Dean's List. But when I grew lazy, everything else went lazy! Lazy scores.. hahaha. Deym. I'll try to do my best this time and let's see... HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always the opposite of FUN right?&lt;br /&gt;Fun People. Annoying People.&lt;br /&gt;The annoying one's are the perfectionists (sorry). But I feel annoyed. They always SAY that they will eventually FAIL but they do not. They often get -1 or -2 or even perfect! Why don't they TRUST themselves? Everybody AROUND them thinks they are smart. Why don't they just accept the fact? It's annoying. They can smile  or even say "thank you" when we say they are smart. Why do they keep on denying! The hell... HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell them anything.&lt;br /&gt;I might experience EXTREME nosebleeding if I tell it in front of them. Why? Because they will be identifying the fallacies in my statements, the grammar in my language and the like :)) LOL. Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone GOOD LUCK in all the things you are having right now! That you may succeed in the test or exam that you'll have or practicals. I hope you'll do your best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel it isn't your day -- go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;MAKE IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-1233148310943233805?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/1233148310943233805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=1233148310943233805' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/1233148310943233805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/1233148310943233805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-got-whole-world-in-your-hands.html' title='You got the whole world in YOUR hands'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-971679027485750317</id><published>2008-09-07T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T20:20:28.463+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UERM.first year'/><title type='text'>Colors makes you smile</title><content type='html'>Colors! It really makes me happy! The right combination of the hues and all those artsy things around it. The drawing. Simple things put together to make such a moving scene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It relaxes me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for people who does layouts such as these!&lt;br /&gt;And it made me think about my course once again, for it is entitle "Science Box"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all titles. HAHA! I think this layout will stick in here for a while (even though it's full of copyrights D;) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how's my mood ? Regarding school - I cannot really explain. I try talk to different people, and I think I'm not sticking to just one group these past days. I think I haven't found very good friends, but just a couple of people to hang out with. And, I haven't found what I really want in this course. I don't really have something to aim. It's only my conscience that keeps me running so that I can pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's going to happen after I finish this part of my life --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder O_o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-971679027485750317?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/971679027485750317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=971679027485750317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/971679027485750317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/971679027485750317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/09/colors-makes-you-smile.html' title='Colors makes you smile'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-3317599280043464427</id><published>2008-08-27T21:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T21:47:01.118+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UERM.first year'/><title type='text'>Surrender</title><content type='html'>Dear Lord,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask for your guidance, in every choice I make. For all the responsibilities I will be holding, and for all the challenges that will arrive, give me the strength to face what you have planned. Guide me, through the words that I will say, that I may chose them right and to motivate the people around me. As for myself, I ask for rest and peace of mind, that I may have a a clear vision and aim for the right path. I may not understand everything, or anything at all --- but I will face them all, for I know it is Your will. I may have a hard time, or worse scenario's that I can ever imagine, but I believe that You're just filling in the hole in me, that I cannot learn, unless I fall down on my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onti nalang talaga. Ayoko na! Mahina akong tao...&lt;br /&gt;Peste...&lt;br /&gt;Ito na ata yung tinatawag nila, or yung sinasabi, na sa "hardest" moments mo, sa KANYA ka lang hihingi ng tulong.&lt;br /&gt;Mahirap sabihin sa iba. Bakit ? Dahil sa sarili mo pa nga lang, hindi mo na maipaliwanag.&lt;br /&gt;Onti nalang talaga! Patong patong. Peste talaga!&lt;br /&gt;Ang hirap abutin ng mga bagay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LECHE. HAHA. Masyado lang ba akong seryoso ngayong mga araw na ito ? Tinotopak o ano ? Dati naman wala akong pakialam kahit anong mangyari a ? Bakit anong nangyari sa akin! Peste talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana bukas.... tapos na ito.&lt;br /&gt;Feel ko nga ang babaw lang niya...&lt;br /&gt;Or sobrang maraming mababaw, mabigat na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta!&lt;br /&gt;Kakayanin ko ito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana.&lt;br /&gt;Lintek.&lt;br /&gt;Bwiset talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;help me cry. JOKE.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Ayoko ngang umiyak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-3317599280043464427?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/3317599280043464427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=3317599280043464427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/3317599280043464427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/3317599280043464427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/08/surrender.html' title='Surrender'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-4262107845624263318</id><published>2008-08-25T19:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T19:41:31.669+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ikuta toma'/><title type='text'>Maou</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img177.imageshack.us/img177/2583/79315707co5.jpg" border="1" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Starring: Ikuta Toma!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Let's support the actor.&lt;br /&gt;Because of his role as "Nakatsu" in Hana Kimi, he earned a slot in another Japanese Drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a funny character to a serious, detective type series -- you will realize that he can do anything :D HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want him to do a romantic drama. I wonder how he will look like :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More power, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;IKUTA TOMA!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-4262107845624263318?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/4262107845624263318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=4262107845624263318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/4262107845624263318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/4262107845624263318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/08/maou.html' title='Maou'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-9045904142534133532</id><published>2008-08-22T15:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T15:45:49.239+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Time. Move. What to do.</title><content type='html'>Maybe it is time that I take things, the way I should take them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is in front of me, I just need to make the first step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my school at first -- I think it as a lowly class school. Probably because of the fact that I know a lot of people went to known universities, so I get envious. But at this moment, there are a lot of people that I see, pursuing to get high grades. The competition in this feild is obviously high and they are taking it seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I did not get the chance to grasp reality right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now things are becoming clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go on a straight path, look at what I really need right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A step at a time as they say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really LOVE my course. But I need to get through it. I cannot see what GOd want's me to do... or I cannot see clearly what &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; want... I'm just placing the blame on others... hahaha. A fallacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still be positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I do not belong here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is that what I just think ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is not a reason for me to put everything into waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to MOVE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-9045904142534133532?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/9045904142534133532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=9045904142534133532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/9045904142534133532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/9045904142534133532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-move-what-to-do.html' title='Time. Move. What to do.'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-4982072771807312953</id><published>2008-08-10T01:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T01:21:34.534+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Idle</title><content type='html'>"..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of times where in I go blank. I don't decide right away, I can't think clearly of what I want. Nevertheless I get through things, I just need t decide one by one. Though most of the time, I don't really decide, It's just...there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting random as usual.&lt;br /&gt;I want to experience a lot of new things. I want everyday to be a different one, not some routine followed. It's just going to be dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been challenged. My introvertedness overpowered again.&lt;br /&gt;Its my weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I'm getting bored with my school. I just need SOMETHING new. I don't have any inspirations and I miss my friends. I get out of place at times. Though I can't tell it to anybody. As if they care right? HAHA. Even though they care, I don't want them to pity on me. It's wrong. If they are considering me as a friend, they won't flirt when I am around. AHAHA. I have been some kind of unreal to them... things will get worse if I open up. I just have to live life like this for a little longer. They will not undersand me. It's not that I don't want them to, I just DON'T feel comfortable. There's nothing wrong with it right? :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G o o d D a y&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-4982072771807312953?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/4982072771807312953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=4982072771807312953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/4982072771807312953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/4982072771807312953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/08/idle.html' title='Idle'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-60047219011522886</id><published>2008-08-06T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T21:16:40.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ensemble'/><title type='text'>LETSE</title><content type='html'>One of my weakness in singing is being tested by the instructor. As the instructor let you sing the notes one by one, I get off tune. It is because I get nervous. I don't know why, but I believe that there are things you can't remove from youself. The effort can be seen (well I most certainly try to), but the characteristics stays for some reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Psychology, they talk about hormones or certain liquids (i don't know what its called) in the brain that measures one's capacity of happiness, depression etc. I guess there is also something that stimulates one's nervousness -- and once it is activated, it is hard to recuperate. Well maybe the stimulator in my body is triggered easily, that is why I have the tendency to feel nervous and I think the only way to contradict it is: Courage -- a characteristic acquired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I encountered something like this, I cried. But not in front of people. I felt down, who wouldright ? But today, I did have the courage to think about things and tolerate the words and... well let's say... humiliation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our instructod told us that we must not be shy about performing, because we are performers. It made me think about ... I know that I am not the best one, but I place my effort because I like what I am doing. However if he uses words that are harsh and thinks that we will ALWAYS be courageous enough to face it, he's wrong. There maybe times that we'll be brave enough and let those things pass, but there will come a time that we will not be able to handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.&lt;br /&gt;Paimportante naman sa buhay e. Wala ngang grade ito e. Masama ba kasing kumanta dahil gusto mo lang. E kung ayaw pala niyang mahirapang magturo, e bat niya pa kami ipinasa? Ano, DAHIL wala na silang ibang mahatak na mapagtiyatagaan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yek. Nagtagalog. And balbal kasi kung tagalog. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, mahirap talaga pag kinakabahan... HALATA sa boses. Unang mahahalata ang pagkakaba sa boses. Kaya hirap ako. Ang kaso, kahit isang libong advices pa ang ibigay sa akin, wala silang magagawa dahil AKO ang kinakabahan at ang boses ko ang nanginginig. Ako lang ang magpapakalma sa sarili ko at ako lang ang makakapagdiretso sa boses ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.&lt;br /&gt;Palalampasin ko ito.&lt;br /&gt;Tapos na itong issue sa buhay ko pagkatapos kong i-post ang blog na ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ng First Semester... ayoko na.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-60047219011522886?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/60047219011522886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=60047219011522886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/60047219011522886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/60047219011522886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/08/letse.html' title='LETSE'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-544855158939010328</id><published>2008-07-31T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T22:37:36.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Them</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Leo:&lt;/strong&gt; You will get what you want more quickly if you speak honestly and from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Explanation:&lt;/strong&gt; Try not to edit what you say too much, today -- to anyone. You shouldn't say everything that comes to mind, but you should be more open. You will get what you want much quicker if you speak honestly and from the heart. Whether you are in the business situation, at school, or cuddling with your sweetie, you need to be frank and even a little bit vulnerable. People can tell when you're being genuine, and it goes a long way toward making a really significant connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fancy horoscopes nowadays. Why ? I don't know. Sometimes it does not refer to my daily experiences but sometimes it does. Like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Speak honestly and from the heart"&lt;br /&gt;"Try not to edit what you say too much"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends in N1-H (2 of them) confronted me. About this and that. They said that I looked like  I don't like them that I try to ignore them. I told them "No that's not true". Though it is slightly true. I don't want to be with them because I feel out of place. I don't like their study habits and I don't like most of their approaches. I feel so wrong with them. But what can I do ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was complaining about her grade awhile ago and I told her to go home and study and not go somewhere else after school. It sounded harsh but, it is the truth. She petty on simple things. Kind of annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again.&lt;br /&gt;I shall bear with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my HS friends.&lt;br /&gt;They are the best. We have this connection and same sense of humor and likes and dislikes. And if we don't know something about a thing that interests one of us, we will be eager t0 know what is it and say how horrible it is... or how great it is. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;Memories. Friends. HUHUHUHUHUHU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tabihan niyo ako ngayong gabi sa aking pagtulog! HAHAHaH labo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-544855158939010328?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/544855158939010328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=544855158939010328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/544855158939010328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/544855158939010328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/07/them.html' title='Them'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-8878183316498179200</id><published>2008-07-22T20:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T20:42:39.472+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choir'/><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Love is like playing the piano. First you must play by the rules, then you must forget the rules and play from the heart"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This quote does not just apply to love, but to other aspects in life such as one's passion towards music, sports, drama, painting, writing and so on. Everything starts with the "boring" part. In this case, the basics. The first few steps that does nothing but repetitive actions and non-stop memorization. However, we must always remember that without taking the first step, we can't go on to the next. And without taking any steps, we will not be reaching the top. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forget the rules and play from the heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This really struck me. It refreshes my soul. It is provoking me to be more in love with music. I want to learn how to play the piano. It is a regret I was not able to learn it when I was a child. I did not have any &lt;strong&gt;passion&lt;/strong&gt; back then. Now I have found it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well I have a lot of "likes". Specially having a "team". But I am not able to find one :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have my ensemble HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;u&gt;S t a y S t r o n g&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-8878183316498179200?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/8878183316498179200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=8878183316498179200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/8878183316498179200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/8878183316498179200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/07/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-6369690192569242648</id><published>2008-07-11T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T22:29:28.148+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first year college'/><title type='text'>Buhay. Paikot ikot.</title><content type='html'>Life.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I spend time to remember it, write about it and later on read it? Why don't I just enjoy, endulge and look at the present?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe...&lt;br /&gt;Just because!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Just a some thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I think the Ensemble in our school is more disciplined than that of the choir here in Barangka. But the teacher in the Ensemble is harsh, very harsh. But he does help us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I will stay or not. The schedule is hectic, it's so weird. I want to GET high grades I tell you. Chemistry is REALLY hard. I hate it. But I will study it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need it to pass.&lt;br /&gt;Damn. TO many "it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a nutshell:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enjoy life before life, enjoys you. -lyza (wahaaha)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In tagalog "Magpakasaya ka na sa buhay, bago sayo magpapakasaya ang buhay"&lt;br /&gt;It's like, have fun, before life could actually PLAY with you. It may twist or turn at the most unexpected moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-6369690192569242648?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/6369690192569242648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=6369690192569242648' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/6369690192569242648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/6369690192569242648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/07/buhay-paikot-ikot.html' title='Buhay. Paikot ikot.'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-8982765850768457603</id><published>2008-07-07T20:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T21:19:22.721+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first year college'/><title type='text'>Raise the roof</title><content type='html'>I am aiming this high *points at roof*&lt;br /&gt;Or is it better to say that, I like to aim that high or dream that high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I only get this high *1/2 of the whole*&lt;br /&gt;I get frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;I need to push myself more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to take this seriously, for the sake of something new HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;The conflict is within me, not anyone else. It is based on what I do, not sombody else. If something bad arises, no one would be hurt but myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid to fail!&lt;br /&gt;They really remove students -- even if the failing subject is just 2 units.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;Horoscope - Leo&lt;br /&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;br /&gt;You should adhere to more conservative ideas. &lt;strong&gt;Be aware that people may be lying.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;In Detail&lt;br /&gt;You should adhere to more conservative ideas today. Play things safe, and don't be too generous with too many people, even the ones you think deserve your generosity. &lt;strong&gt;You might think you have a lot of time and resources right now, but give things a second glance this afternoon -- you'll notice that you really can't afford to spread things around too much.&lt;/strong&gt; Forget about your idea to take someone out to lunch, and trim back your budget for that friend's birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It struck me.&lt;br /&gt;1.) I have been doing people favors.&lt;br /&gt;2.) I joined a new group at school. Practice &lt;strong&gt;time overlaps&lt;/strong&gt; with my choir in our parish. It sucks! I hold a responsibility at our choir (parish) yet I don't want to reject the new group.&lt;br /&gt;3.) I learned that someone's LYING, big time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-8982765850768457603?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/8982765850768457603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=8982765850768457603' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/8982765850768457603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/8982765850768457603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/07/raise-roof.html' title='Raise the roof'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-2674881719051778353</id><published>2008-07-06T11:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T11:36:32.235+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>UAAP and Ensemble</title><content type='html'>Saturday Morning.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 5:00, my head was acheing.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about the ensemble (singing group/choir) at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at 8:00, I recieved a message that I have passed.&lt;br /&gt;I could not believe it! I was thinking it was a wrong send note.&lt;br /&gt;But fortunately, it isn't for he texted me 3! AHAHA. I am grateful that Kenneth and Trisha also made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went to Araneta to watch UAAP. UST vs. UE.&lt;br /&gt;UE won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not go to the first practice, because of the UAAP. I felt sad, and... forget about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Babawi ako" I told myself. I really wanted to be there (ensemble) and it was the first day. I was not able to experience it. *sigh sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was able to experience Araneta for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;And the pay was worth it for we won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted a team, so I thought about what the players feel when the pressure is on. How do they cope up with time and teamwork. It must really be challenging *hmm hmm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Good day everyone&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-2674881719051778353?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/2674881719051778353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=2674881719051778353' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/2674881719051778353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/2674881719051778353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/07/uaap-and-ensemble.html' title='UAAP and Ensemble'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-1016968167071763818</id><published>2008-07-05T06:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T12:10:18.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='audition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Auditioned</title><content type='html'>My week was wrapped up yesterday (Friday). Many things had happened.&lt;br /&gt;I auditioned to the UERM Ensemble. I don't know why I was there at first, but now I am SO eager to be part of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth and I talked about what the person who gave an audition told to us. And damn, it's so alike! And later on, we found out the next 3 were told the same things! Damn. HAHA. At first I was kind of proud, because he was saying good things like "You have a good quality... if you will allow us to train you.." And then I learned that they received the same comments! HAHA. Was he kidding us ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or we have a hunch that we will be "trainees" first and then, after some time, they will remove us one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAh. DAMN that.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to expect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the happy part here, we were able to talk to the president! He's good looking. Damn! HAHA. I like him. And he now knows our name haha (kilig HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remembered, when he was talking to us in the hallway (Trisha, Kenneth and I), Kenneth was denying that he was the one who texted Tyron. But when Tyron sat down in front of us, and was about to tell something, he pointed at Kenneth's nameplate. "Ikaw yon"(it was you) AHAHA. Kenneth was caught! And he felt so ashamed, I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looked like retards at first because we were shy! I was shy, because of Tyron. HAHA. We really looked so clumsy and, that proved that we were amateurs XD We would go to corners, and when they approach us, we would go to the other corner XD We we're so weird. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;This was my very first audition.&lt;br /&gt;I never auditioned before. I mean in singing. GOSH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to BE a part of them.&lt;br /&gt;I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I have many goals. I want a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;1. be part of the list list (you know... high grades XD)&lt;br /&gt;2. IMPROVE singing. Study musical pieces....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 2 a lot? Well the number isn't, but the things engraved in those numbers are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;G a m b a t t e&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-1016968167071763818?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/1016968167071763818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=1016968167071763818' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/1016968167071763818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/1016968167071763818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/07/auditioned.html' title='Auditioned'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-696475126145667705</id><published>2008-06-28T18:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T18:20:10.395+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>Things</title><content type='html'>Christel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES:01. Each blogger starts with ten random facts/habits about himself/herself.02. Bloggers tagged need to write ten things and post the rules.03. At the end of the blog, you need to choose ten people you're going to tag and list their names.04. Don't forget to comment to their site that they're tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't know how to ride a bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't know how to cover my books with plastic.&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't want to die, in a ship or boat, or even on a plane crash.&lt;br /&gt;4. I kiss my dogs, on their lips (LMAO. What are you thinking?)&lt;br /&gt;5. I want different kinds of gaming platforms. I never had ONE since my parents thinks those are distractions.&lt;br /&gt;6. I like staying up late at night, hanging out with neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;7. I like observing people, watching their randomness, specially when they look funny.&lt;br /&gt;8. I imagine things, and laugh by myself, but I share my imagination to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;9. I like to have a team, and learn from the people in it.&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm not getting enough excersise, since last month. I ceased stretching. LMAO. Lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize, but I don't know who to tag.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-696475126145667705?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/696475126145667705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=696475126145667705' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/696475126145667705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/696475126145667705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/06/things.html' title='Things'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-3763327642604907760</id><published>2008-06-20T17:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T17:48:59.021+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Over the 1st week</title><content type='html'>O goodness... first week over.&lt;br /&gt;I think I learned a LOT of things, in life. Like going home alone. Talking to other people, wihout any hesitation. Though I'm still the usual quiet person around -- Kailangan ko lang maging maangas, o mas magandang sabihin, palalakasin ang loob. And then everything else will follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must learn to go with the flow. Not to take things that serious, unless it is my books. I mean, I sould really calm myself and not to be nervous in front of people... nothings wrong with me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if possible, I really want to be bonded with my class.&lt;br /&gt;My classmates are nice, everybody is approachable. You can ask anyone if you need help and I am loving it. You can sit beside anyone and talk to them about random things. LOL. But I haven't find a friend. Lots of acquaintances but no friends. Well there is this girl, who seem to be like me "quiet-but-manyak-inside-with-some-sense-at-times"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we will click. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-3763327642604907760?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/3763327642604907760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=3763327642604907760' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/3763327642604907760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/3763327642604907760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/06/over-1st-week.html' title='Over the 1st week'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-8508443620351546890</id><published>2008-06-18T20:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T21:10:49.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>A senior</title><content type='html'>I was surprised when tita Maan called our house the other day. She gave me a fourth year studen'ts house number and told me to call him. But I declined. She then told me to wait for his text. I did not expect. I did not believe. Why would someone care to text me for no reason? But he did text me eventually. I could not believe it. I felt shy and I do not know what to say. I had thoughts that he isn't someone who is approchable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was proven wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I asked for his Y!M (yesterday) to be able to get in touch only when he goes online. Because I think texting would not be effective. But then he asked how's my day in Recto, and with that we began to talk. He told me some funny stuffs -- like cheating is in. He told me that his room is messed up and he can't find his notes in chemistry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;" I could sahre you my notes kaso...&lt;br /&gt;ang ayos ng room ko... pag hinanap ko,&lt;br /&gt;magugulo ko na :p "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the thing I appreciated, is that he is good at encouraging and convincing. He said these lines as our conversation went on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Aim for DL!&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't think, just STUDY but have fun.&lt;br /&gt;3. When you're stressed, vent out. When you're lost, pray. When you're lonely, look for your mommy (lol)&lt;br /&gt;4. Take a step at a time&lt;br /&gt;5. Wag ka matakot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was really moved by the short conversation we had. He is someone who will not hesitate to push a person to reach the top. You can't really say "I can't do it" when you talk to him because he speaks with conviction and know that he already believes in you. He's SO encouraging. What more if I meet him ? Just. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will not be afraid to reach out to him, whenever I have questions, or just some bits of curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I realized that 4 years of studying, and experience might as well enable a person to motivate a new comer, and say things that are inspiring. I like the way he talks. He's not that completely serious for he gives out jokes, but he also talks with wisdom (lol). If only I will be able to HAVE a guy like him, I would really be satisfied!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess he's a blessing in disguise afterall. I am proud I was able to meet him -- well, proud I was reffered to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel that I will not get lost. I have an inspiration who will lead me. I guess God's will for me has been whisphered to him, and he will deliver it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am GRATEFUL. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-8508443620351546890?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/8508443620351546890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=8508443620351546890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/8508443620351546890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/8508443620351546890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/06/senior.html' title='A senior'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-6792035277794272759</id><published>2008-06-17T18:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T19:18:16.402+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Upperclassmen</title><content type='html'>Hi there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that there are many nice people in UERM. I mean, upperclass men are approachable, and sometimes they are the one who opens up random talks. Well I guess it was my lucky day, to feel comfortable around people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encountered 2 second year students today. The first one, accompanied me to CAS building HAHA! Yeah, she passed by CAS to be able to show me the way. The second one, my classmate and I were walking down the stairs and then he said: "Break niyo?" and that started a little conversation. That guy was Rye I guess.. he performed during the orientation. I remembered his face. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they have given me a reason, not to think badly about upperclassmen. When I was in high school, when we were first years, people judged us right away. So we judged lowerclassmen as well. LOL. However, this is a different place now, people seem to be nicer. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Tita also got my number and gave it to a senior. She said "Wait for his text" I was surprised, he really texted me, and he seem to be nice. Now I have someone to talk to about school :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired. I felt drained. I guess it is because the school is far.&lt;br /&gt;O well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-6792035277794272759?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/6792035277794272759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=6792035277794272759' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/6792035277794272759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/6792035277794272759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/06/upperclassmen.html' title='Upperclassmen'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-2517896703372165811</id><published>2008-06-16T19:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T20:05:14.521+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>First Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;First day ng school! Hindi ako nag-expect o na-excite. Parang wala lang talaga. Tutal, pakiramdam ko walang kaabang abang. Siguro nandyan na rin yung, hindi ko talaga gusto yung school ? Sa kadahilanang ang tingin ko sa lugar e magulo. HAHA. Di nga... walang canteen na malaki. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yung class ko naman, ang awkward nung una. Sobra. May kilala lang akong isa, nakilala ko sa orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AY! Nawala wala pa ko sa lugar. Pero lakad ko, nagmamarunong! Kunwari, hindi nawawala! AHAHA! Yung tipong, ayaw mapahiya? HAHA. Pero tinext ko naman si Hazel. Andun na daw siya... blah blah tapos wrong room pala sila! AHAHA. Nauna pa ako! AHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Ginulat nga kami ng Logic teacher namin at pinaboto kami kaagad ng class president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E may tatlong lalake sa likod, binulong nung isa sa isa "Uy boto mo siya" reply naman ng sinabihan, "Sige. Uy ano uli pangalan mo?" ayon. Sinulat niya yung pangalan nung nominado sa white board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erik Sondesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hindi hindi!" sabi nung binoboto nila, mali daw spelling. Lumapit siya sa board tapos sinulat name niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erikson de Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BENTA talaga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mukha namang kwela at extroverted si Mr. President. Mukha din namang gagawa ng mga tungkulin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung lunch time, naki-extra ako sa dorm ni Monique. Para lang akong tanga, sabi ko sa kanya "Sama ako sayo" E kasi uuwi siya! E si Hazel umuwi din! Edi kay Monique nalang ako nagpilit sumama! Tutal mas malapit! Ang nomad ko sobra... kakahiya pero di ko na inisip yon HAHA! Sorry Monique!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 12:00 pumunta na kami sa room namin. Andun na yung iba naming kaklase. So usap usap&lt;br /&gt;Tapos --- natawa ako sa naisip nilang pangalan for the batch "Kurimaw". Tapos may nagsabi, "Hindi na element?". Hirit naman ni Allan, "Element yun, Earth. TAE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang gago pero benta!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos si Erikson daw yung 'Trademark' ng class kasi, may taong sumilip sa pintuan, nung mukha ni Erikson "Ayun pala o! Dito tayo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayon. Okay na ko. Nagkwento lang.&lt;br /&gt;UE main kami bukas, apat na subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHemistry 1:00-5:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laspag na kaming lahat pag-uwi.&lt;br /&gt;Goodluck sa unipormeng puti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Nga pala, per batch may batch name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth: Oasis (water)&lt;br /&gt;Third:Aeolus (space)&lt;br /&gt;Second: Altairs (air)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-2517896703372165811?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/2517896703372165811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=2517896703372165811' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/2517896703372165811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/2517896703372165811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-day.html' title='First Day!'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-8470126107319728082</id><published>2008-06-11T16:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T16:46:24.213+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always blog, when I am sick. I don't know, just to count how many times I get sick every year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look during &lt;a href="http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2007/06/end-of-summer.html"&gt;June 10, 2007&lt;/a&gt; (last year) I also blogged about being sick! I mean, do I have this fever cycle, every second week of June, I get sick? AHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;Our first day in college would be next week, so I hope that this will be the last time I get sick. I do not want any interruptions during school days. And they said that if a student gets sick often, well they have to let the student go. Well my new school got a lot of threats to its students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not feel comfortable about my new school. It's quite crowded and, hot. I do not like places like those because I feel that I will not be able to grasp any air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O well. I hope I can handle this...&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching a new anime series, True Tears. I don't know what's it about, but it is categorized as romance. LOL. I'll give it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;G e t w e l l s o o n&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-8470126107319728082?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/8470126107319728082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=8470126107319728082' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/8470126107319728082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/8470126107319728082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/06/hi-i-always-blog-when-i-am-sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-3924237415182946875</id><published>2008-06-02T07:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T14:12:21.166+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>What!?</title><content type='html'>Even writing down my feelings seems to be not helpful!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it. My last post was a mess. It isn't clear at all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: i deleted that post btw. AHAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-3924237415182946875?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/3924237415182946875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=3924237415182946875' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/3924237415182946875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/3924237415182946875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/06/what.html' title='What!?'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-1430611380320767958</id><published>2008-05-29T15:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T16:12:25.556+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UERM.first year'/><title type='text'>Kolehiyo</title><content type='html'>Greetings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to get my schedule for this year. It is quite new, for we will have subjects that will run from 8:00 in the morning until 12:00. And that is only one subject. I was also shocked when I saw that I will have Chemistry from 1:00-6:30p.m. It will really be something, unusual. By just looking at it, I can feel how much energy will be consumed. But this is my course so, I guess whatever --- it's nursing by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing it will not be 5 years as I keep hearing in the news. We will just have summer classes. I don't really care at this point because it isn't summer yet and... well I haven't been tortured so far so... I don't really know how to react on that issue. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, our school (UERM) is separated from UE main. There will be times wherein we have to commute from UE - UERM or UERM - UE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really excited or frustrated. I am leaning to, I don't care -- I'll just do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not plan to fail, because they said that if a student fails one subject (during 1st and 2nd year), that student will be kicked out. I don't plan to be kicked out of a school with a good curriculum. [ NAKS hahahaa! Kala mo kung sinong di bumabagsak e :)) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-1430611380320767958?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/1430611380320767958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=1430611380320767958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/1430611380320767958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/1430611380320767958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/05/kolehiyo.html' title='Kolehiyo'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-5636310403690957826</id><published>2008-05-23T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:38:41.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new7wonder'/><title type='text'>Underground River</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/SDbPMiMV3MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ja91p5Yt3oY/s1600-h/3_145fnt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203574233717136578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/SDbPMiMV3MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ja91p5Yt3oY/s200/3_145fnt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is an online votation going on for the new 7 wonders of the world. Palawan's Underground River, isn't that surprising to be part of the hundreds of places to be accredited as a potential wonder. The river had never been altered. Its walls and ceiling has been made by nature itself. Stalactites and stalagmites formed into different shapes, and some resembles figures such as "The Holy Family", "Cats" and "Sharon Stone" (Shy maiden). Truly, the Underground river in Palawan is one of the best masterpieces mother nature has to offer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If we want to save anything, we first neet to truly appreciate it" - &lt;em&gt;Bernard Weber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vote for &lt;a href="http://http://www.new7wonders.com/nature/en/nominees/asia/c/PuertoPrincesa/"&gt;"The Subterrenean River" &lt;/a&gt;as one of the New 7 Wonders. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-5636310403690957826?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/5636310403690957826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=5636310403690957826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/5636310403690957826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/5636310403690957826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/05/underground-river.html' title='Underground River'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/SDbPMiMV3MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ja91p5Yt3oY/s72-c/3_145fnt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-5545254987011511079</id><published>2008-05-20T18:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T18:44:52.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='may 2008'/><title type='text'>May 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i5/8th_nemesis/IMG_0440.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilocos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i5/8th_nemesis/IMG_0391.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baybay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i5/8th_nemesis/IMG_0408.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still in "Baybay"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i5/8th_nemesis/IMG_0575.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baguio (Little Flower)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i5/8th_nemesis/IMG_0388.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilocos, sun rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i5/8th_nemesis/IMG_0469.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilocos (i still hate my brother)&lt;br /&gt;(he filled my USB with sex videos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i5/8th_nemesis/IMG_0423.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seashell, sea shell on the seashore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;We stayed for only for a day in Ilocos because my mom just lifted up some prayers for her beloved parents and payed taxes. For the next three days we stayed in Baguio with my cousins. I'll upload all the pictures in multiply, when I get the time. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-5545254987011511079?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/5545254987011511079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=5545254987011511079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/5545254987011511079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/5545254987011511079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-2008.html' title='May 2008'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-5666271591970632197</id><published>2008-05-05T19:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T19:48:13.017+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Out of the box</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://arwenita.deviantart.com/art/Kitty-in-a-Box-16559996" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img80.imageshack.us/img80/9173/kittyinaboxbyarwenitasn8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;"To seek God by rituals is to get the ritual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and lose God in the process, for he hides behind it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most of the time, we get to stick our heads to the things we have been taught. We keep these things in mind, do it every day or every time the urge calls. However, when we are asked "Why" we do such things, we would roll our eyes and think "Because everybody else does..." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now the essence and purpose of the values behind it, fades away. It gives us a dim glow of what really should enlighten us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;So take some time, and do not be afraid to step out of the box -- inhale what you got to inhale, because you do not need to do things that your heart doesn't understand. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good day lovelies. &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/33940052-5666271591970632197?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/5666271591970632197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=5666271591970632197' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/5666271591970632197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/5666271591970632197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/05/out-of-box.html' title='Out of the box'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-2403432475771818956</id><published>2008-05-03T16:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T14:40:39.356+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project runway'/><title type='text'>Christian Siriano</title><content type='html'>Good day to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having no computer at home, makes you crave for it! Especially when you want to blog something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/1633/galleryimagesepisode05pea2.jpg" align="left" /&gt; SO.&lt;br /&gt;Have you been watching Project Runway 4? Well I do. They have announced the winner and it was the 'fierce' &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/christiansiriano"&gt;Christian Siriano&lt;/a&gt; who won. He's the youngest of all the competitors and yet, age did not matter. Honestly, I like his works and everytime, he gives it his all. Plus points for his attitude and confidence. He may sound to be so proud of himself at times, but it's just him. Without that sense of self-esteem it would not be him. I think that the decision is really tight, &lt;a href="http://ramikashou.com/"&gt;Rami &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://jillianlewisny.com/"&gt;Jillian'&lt;/a&gt;s works were also gorgeous. I guess they won't be going home without companies wanting for their works. I think they are starting a whole new chapter in their life, thanks to the exposure Project Runway has given them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;Guess that, since I am at home and stucked with nothing but television, I get to watch these fancy shows of fashion and the like. It's funny but, it's giving me the inspiration I need and respect for fashion -- I mean, it's not just about having a creative mind, but being passionate and inspired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-2403432475771818956?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/2403432475771818956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=2403432475771818956' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/2403432475771818956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/2403432475771818956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/05/christian-siriano.html' title='Christian Siriano'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-6982748168096016858</id><published>2008-04-29T09:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T09:27:25.203+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>There you go</title><content type='html'>I enrolled already and I'm taking up nursing. I don't know if I will like my school or the people in it, I don't care. The reason I did not get Mass Comm, because I am sick with my old school, that's the only choice. In UERM, it will be a new place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One whole year would be spend on UE main, it would be far from home and closer to snatchers, pollution and above ordinary temperature. I want to join a club (if there is any), pursue badminton perhaps. LOL. So I can burn some fats each week. If not, school paper maybe? I already know someone who is in it. She's a sophomore by next year, LOL connections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really predict what the hell would happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still thinking on how to get money at the moment....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Still no computer at home D; sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-6982748168096016858?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/6982748168096016858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=6982748168096016858' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/6982748168096016858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/6982748168096016858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/04/there-you-go.html' title='There you go'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-2255273223505898742</id><published>2008-04-27T12:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T12:56:39.514+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Talked</title><content type='html'>I have talked to my brother, the other night. Frankly I can't really remember that much, I was like blogging verbally, and too bad there isn't any 'autosave' After I yelled at him and the like, I calmed down and forgot about half of it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as far as I can remember, I told him that what frustrates me is that it has been a week and still he did not  stand up and take the responsibility. By that I mean, he did not went and approach my parents and say sorry. I also told him that he should have controlled his emotions or even think about the consequences. I told him that if there is something behind what he has done, I mean why he really did that, what urge he felt for doing that -- he have to tell everything. However, he said that nobody will listen. "E hindi ka naman nagsasalita e!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that he does not speak up that he does not even try. "There's no need." Well I guess he is angry, and that anger must be released and I told him that one night we will all sit down and let him do the talk. I told him that during that night it would only be him to do the talking while I try my best to keep my parents quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also told him that what I notice about our parents is that they misunderstood him at many points for the fact that he does not explain himself. They may have commit a lot of faults here but he to must admit his. He can't completely blame them for not trusting him, he has done a lot of things in the past and have given lots of chances that he did break. My parents have grown to be precautious and it is because of his doings. He must know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family needs to listen to one another.&lt;br /&gt;My parents did a lot of talking.&lt;br /&gt;My brother haven't done anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I enter? HAHA. Well my parents, since then does not allow me to listen to their problems. They would shoo me away, specially during my grade school times --- they would shoo me away. They thought I am a kid not to be able to understand HAHA. Ow well, this moment isn't about me, it's about my brother so I can't really tell about myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-2255273223505898742?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/2255273223505898742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=2255273223505898742' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/2255273223505898742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/2255273223505898742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/04/talked.html' title='Talked'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-5946865251596584312</id><published>2008-04-21T19:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T18:12:00.319+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>L to the C to the D</title><content type='html'>Been out for a while! And no I do not mean that I have been out of town, enjoying summer. No. what I mean is that I have been out of sight in my blog. There have been problems inside our home. Family problems: Misunderstandings, jealousy, misinterpretations, unwillingness to let the other side speak up, prejudicial thoughts. Pile them all together, emotional breakdown of one member -- or all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother sold our LCD monitor. It's about 14k. Why did he do that? Well first, he told mom that he wants to take the CPU out to his friends house. I don't know exactly why, but my mom said no. Next, together with my mom and dad, we went out to enroll myself. But before leaving, my dad placed the CPU inside their room so that he will not be able to bring it out, in case something in his mind twitch and the evil will be unleased. Just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when we got home the LCD was gone and my dad was so angry.&lt;br /&gt;My brother texted my mom telling that it was stolen because he placed it near the window of his friend's house, and by the time he look back, it was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame. Lame. Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so obvious that he was making the "someone-stole-it" story so perfect that my mom will not question it. Then later on after some (well a lot) of censored conversations, he gave up and told that yes, he sold it. He said he got frustrated because they placed the CPU inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, his reasoning is quite childish. He should not have let into his emotions and just do that. He also sold my father's cellphone by the way. I guess he has a lot of crap inside his head. He did all of this because he wanted revenge. I guess he could really go this far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot help him. Nor does my parents, for the fact that he won't speak up. I can never imagine a problem being solved that only one side takes some effort. Must be mutual -- to make it easier.&lt;br /&gt;Well it can be one sided effort but, if it is for him, I might disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling annoyed right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing this entry in an internet shop. And my mom is looking right now! I'm feeling uncomfortable. Good thing I set the font to smallest and good thing she does not have a good eyesight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sorry blogmates, I'll drop by your sites next time I go online. Take care of yourselfves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-5946865251596584312?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/5946865251596584312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=5946865251596584312' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/5946865251596584312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/5946865251596584312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/04/l-to-c-to-d.html' title='L to the C to the D'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-3390155845682492856</id><published>2008-04-09T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T22:04:08.600+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Eldest Son</title><content type='html'>If I am able to choose my gender and family position in life, I would like to be a guy and be the eldest. Then I want to have about 2 younger siblings -- a boy and a girl, perhaps twins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought about the traits of a guy. Well a guy is physically stronger than a girl (specially when he trains for some sport or martial art) and he would be able to protect people around him. Being the eldest will give him the confidence to take into action whenever someone is in need. He will be responsible for his siblings and also protect them at all cost. He may be able to inspire them at times when they need it. HAHA. But he perhaps he will also be silly and will be able to crack jokes. He can also fancy on you know "things" that fancy men. But it will not affect his way of treating to girls -- he will still be gentle and be himself most probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was just wondering if I wasn't a girl, will this be my personality type? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;This is just a character/personality in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe a something that I am looking forward for a brother, which I don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think the opposite sex is better...  haha.&lt;br /&gt;Joke.&lt;br /&gt;Sure they have flaws.&lt;br /&gt;What I am thinking are characters. Mere characters whom I haven't met.  If ever someone is like this, someone who I can call "kuya" then damn I can stop thinking about "what if" I was one. I will just enjoy the love that elder brother give me. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-3390155845682492856?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/3390155845682492856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=3390155845682492856' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/3390155845682492856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/3390155845682492856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/04/eldest-son.html' title='Eldest Son'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-5193842136420146050</id><published>2008-04-07T11:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T11:44:14.656+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online quizzes'/><title type='text'>Intelligent Loner</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.quizilla.com/C/cozmicstar/1102887423_igentloner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/cozmicstar/1102887423_igentloner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're like me! The intelligent loner. You're shy at times but friendly, and you are never weak and always independent. You are incredibly intelligent (wise beyond your years) and have a talent for many things (sports, music, art). You have a kind and warm personality and &lt;strong&gt;enjoy the simple things&lt;/strong&gt;. Like hanging out with friends and watching movies at home. But you're sometimes quiet nature makes you a bit of an &lt;strong&gt;outcast and a mystery to people&lt;/strong&gt;. No matter how pretty you are or smart or athletic, &lt;strong&gt;you just can't seem to break into the crowd and be noticed&lt;/strong&gt;. Don't worry, try to be more outgoing and speak out when you have more to say. &lt;strong&gt;Don't hide behind your books and sports and computer&lt;/strong&gt;, get out there and get noticed. You also have deep desires in life and feel vunerable and alone at times. Don't feel sad either, What helps me to express feelings and dreams that I can't say to people, is &lt;strong&gt;through my writting&lt;/strong&gt;. Maybe you should try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Got this quiz from &lt;a href="http://janelle.yaa.to/"&gt;Janelle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just funny because last night, I went to the party of my friend -- people in there were of different ages. I only got 1 friend around (well somehow, a close friend) whom I am comfortable with. And I only dance if he dances LOL. I want him to teach me, but when others tend to tease me "uyy sumasayaw na" (because I never dance) I would stare at them and laugh -- then later on stop. I think I am someone who can show others the real me only if they are close to me -- and this group of people ? I know just little bit of them, I need something (the retreat with them or outing) to know them. LOL I really have a hard time with this kind of personality -- shy person shy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;enjoy the simple things - &lt;/em&gt;haha true hahahah very simple things like white things falling from trees then i'll catch it (looks like the one in fairy tales haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;outcast and a mystery to people &lt;/em&gt;- I like it when I watch people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you just can't seem to break into the crowd and be noticed - &lt;/em&gt;when they start noticing, it's time to stop :'( haha unless they are my friends -- then go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't hide behind your books and sports and computer &lt;/em&gt;- I do like all of these, I would rather play a sport with random people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;through my writting&lt;/em&gt; - express self through writing, I have been doing that but I only let random people read and of course, my friends. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/users/cozmicstar/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20girl%20are%20you?"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-5193842136420146050?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/5193842136420146050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=5193842136420146050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/5193842136420146050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/5193842136420146050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/04/intelligent-loner.html' title='Intelligent Loner'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-758931031084578483</id><published>2008-04-03T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T23:11:54.450+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realization'/><title type='text'>Just toss a coin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What will you do when faced with two choices?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just toss a coin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It works, not because it settles the question for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But while the coin is in the air,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You suddenly know what you're &lt;strong&gt;hoping&lt;/strong&gt; for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Did it made you laugh? Nod? It makes sense doesn't it.&lt;br /&gt;This one helped me and made me realize, I shouldn't really bother about the things I am facing now, one should really weigh more even if you can't explain it. The explanation could always follow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was also asking my mom, regarding which one she prefers, she insists and does not answer. But I also insist that she shall answer -- but I was thinking of what I really want inside my mind. So there was no point of continuing the conversation :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not know "why" at this point. But I can not just be stucked here and be frustrated about it. I can feel that I am interested in it, so why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer to "why" will come at the right time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-758931031084578483?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/758931031084578483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=758931031084578483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/758931031084578483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/758931031084578483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-toss-coin.html' title='Just toss a coin'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-3692648004938551927</id><published>2008-03-31T21:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T08:18:37.267+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mole'/><title type='text'>Moles</title><content type='html'>I really get interested in things that are out of the blue. Last time in my post, I told about how much I got interested in Aura's of people, and now, I'm going to tell you that I am interested in moles. Interesting huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janelle and I were chatting and the topic suddenly came up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;Janelle: pati nga rin ung nunal or marks s body minsan, may meaning ata&lt;br /&gt;Janelle: pero di ako sure&lt;br /&gt;Lyza : nunal ? hmmm tingin nga ko sa google haha&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like that.&lt;br /&gt;I searched in google and looked at the meaning of the some moles that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A mole above the eyebrow indicates that there is wealth luck in your life, but you will need to earn it and work harder than most people. All the income you make must be carefully kept as there are people who are jealous of you who might attempt to sweet talk you into parting with your wealth. Be wary of those who try to interest you in get-rich-quick schemes. If you have a mole here, it is advisable not to be too trusting of others. Follow your instincts and be cautious. And never allow other people to control your finances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mole on the ear: You have a high IQ, and you are both brain smart and street smart. You have a highly-developed &lt;strong&gt;survival instinct&lt;/strong&gt; (haha para naman akong hayop) and will lead a meaningful and long life. You will be active until a very old age and will have friends and family around you till the very end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. People with a mole on foot are easy going and laid back. They need to exercise to stay healthy. (You know what, I did not have this mole until it just came out during 3rd year. Seriously! Maybe one can change fate. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Upper arm(left) Born into a quality situation, this lady will grow into one of life's campaigners seeking justice, human rights and fairness for all. Bestowed with a bubbly, lovely personality she makes friends easily but, nevertheless, has to work hard to achieve her aims of success and recognition especially in the "causes" she undertakes. However, despite initial problems of sponsorships, she will become the darling of several wealthy patrons. &lt;strong&gt;It is doubtful if this girl will marry&lt;/strong&gt; (oh dear lord. i think i want to marry haha!)although she will have meaningful relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There.&lt;br /&gt;It would be fun if you read about your moles, and it would also be up to you if you will believe/agree on it. HAHA. I think some of it are convincing enough to be true hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Source: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kamranmian.blogspot.com/2006/06/meaning-of-moles-on-your-body.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; -body &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kamranmian.blogspot.com/2006/06/meaning-of-moles-on-your-face.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; - face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Other related sources: &lt;a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20080308080233AAOV5rW"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt; - Yahoo Answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-3692648004938551927?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/3692648004938551927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=3692648004938551927' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/3692648004938551927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/3692648004938551927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/03/moles.html' title='Moles'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-5545103299470511546</id><published>2008-03-29T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T00:50:47.461+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aura'/><title type='text'>Aura</title><content type='html'>I met a new person today -- he's a priest! Well I don't really know his identity, but he caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was talking to Ate Trese, as I was observing he touched her throat and checked it out -- it's some kind of "thing" perhaps when you will be able to see something ? It's like palmistry but -- not exactly. I asked "What's he doing" (well in tagalog). She answered but I did not understand, the priest then sat beside me. And then out of nowhere, the conversation began to be about dogs, he thought I was interested in his dogs. The other guy, joked about the priest being an albularyo. HAHA (this guy resembles Bettina, my classmate, and I guess they are of the same personality he talks a lot so you won't really be bored, quite interesting lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, the priest was talking about Levitation, how they levitate a person. I said "Weh?" I did not realize that it was kind of impolite haha, as if we were close. I wasn't believing him so I did not bother at first. But when he said Alkaline yadda yadda -- he said it's not something spiritual, it is something that is scientific. I would love to see it. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then -- I'm not quite sure how it ended up that he was talking about aura's and meditation. I told him that I wanted to see aura's and I have been interested in that subject for a while now (when I took tickle.com's test about aura I began to be interested) He said he can see aura's. I asked if it was natural, but he said he gained it through meditation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a chance to "feel" my aura. He let me push the middle of my palm and all the fingetips in my right hand -- then he moved his hand in circular motion above my palm. Asked if it is cold or warm -- and it was warm. There was something that differs it from "friction" because there is some kind of "flow" as I felt it. He did not rub my hands by the way, you might know the static thing you can do with your hands -- it's not that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me when if my birthday was January or February. I said August -- he muttered something like "Ah, that's one of the month where people get interested..." I told him I want to see aura's and his reaction was like "No" Well for the fact that I'm 17, he said that I am young, but that is the time where people becomes interested. Maybe it would be a hard process, but damn, wouldn't it be cool if you will be able to see people's aura's and know what they feel or get a glimpse of their personality? I really felt excited while talking to him. I did not even know who he is HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gifted with those abilities but I know one can learn it xD Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation we had was just short and he got to leave. Before I went with my choirmates he asked my name so I said "Lyza" and then he gave his which was "Leo" so he's father Leo to start with. HAHA. Leo = august? I wonder... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will meet again tomorrow, but I do not feel like talking to him anymore. I think I got so obssessed at that time and, the after effect (of feeling weird) is not really good. HAHA. I better control myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;This choir thing, I get to meet different people. Just today that "bettina" like guy and I got a chance to talk for a while -- well I have seen him so many times for he has been singing his solo's. But he does not really know me so it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really someone who will start a conversation, specially if the crowd isn't my friends. I would rather listen and look at each people. If I have an idea then I might as well share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-5545103299470511546?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/5545103299470511546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=5545103299470511546' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/5545103299470511546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/5545103299470511546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/03/aura.html' title='Aura'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33940052.post-99780610742068140</id><published>2008-03-26T16:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T16:47:58.423+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior year'/><title type='text'>YES</title><content type='html'>YLC :: You look as if we are forcing you to sing! Is that what you're feeling? Do you feel forced?&lt;br /&gt;Our Batch :: YEEESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't she expecting that answer?&lt;br /&gt;If she is not, well I think she fas found some straight forward students who does not care. The result? Barely anyone sang during the real mass. Haven't they predicted it? They were expecting too much. If we are not able to give them that much, it would be nothing in our conscience. One month of practice? What the hell? We almost dry up because of the heat of the sun. They are irresonable. I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33940052-99780610742068140?l=words-2-say.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/feeds/99780610742068140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33940052&amp;postID=99780610742068140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/99780610742068140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33940052/posts/default/99780610742068140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-2-say.blogspot.com/2008/03/yes.html' title='YES'/><author><name>L</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RmZjKLJgjn4/TLrH1NaTLAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CxzNa6pZ9M4/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
