<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:55:33.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Licster</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>miss_rockista_iya15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013608792329573364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527.post-114593618855203658</id><published>2006-04-24T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:50:24.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BYE LICSTER</title><content type='html'>Elow! I changed my URL, hope you guys could drop by! Sana andyn pa rin kayo tulad ng pagbisita nyo dito! It's just a click away:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mp3p.blogspot.com"&gt;http://mp3p.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;See you guys there! Different theme na to! Kita-kits! MWah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18665527-114593618855203658?l=licster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/feeds/114593618855203658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18665527&amp;postID=114593618855203658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/114593618855203658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/114593618855203658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/2006/04/bye-licster.html' title='BYE LICSTER'/><author><name>miss_rockista_iya15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013608792329573364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527.post-114567139138223090</id><published>2006-04-21T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:50:24.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Busy Bee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's too busy. All gettin' down their own business. Same here. I got the job sa government. I work for the Vice Mayor of our city. Taga-linis ng office, taga-answer ng phone at typing jobs is my specialty. I earn P150 per day. That's what's keeping my nose off the monitor right now. Sorry guys...I'm really thankful to some of you who still care to drop by! I really appreciate it...specially &lt;strong&gt;Athena&lt;/strong&gt;, thank you so much sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiesta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be eating to the max at Brgy. Man-it, one of our local barangays here in Passi City. I'm really excited about eating oysters and green shells at Shelley's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Borge got Bored&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got bored texting with Borge. Ang babaw kasi ng mga topics namin at ang mga gusto niya sa isang textmate. He only wants those cute and pretty girls. I know I might not be &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; pretty, pero malalim ako pag-kausap. May matututunan ka talaga sa akin and you'll enjoy my quirkiness, kaya di ka talaga mabo-bore. Ako, I admit na he's very intelligent. Pero pinaramdam niya sa akin na he's too good for me, goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I texted Claessan (yung nagbigay sakin ng textmate), sinabi ko na ayoko nang magtext sa friend niya kasi ayaw din nun sakin. Sabi ko alang Chemistry pagnaguusap kami. Di ko na feel yung sincerity niya sa kada text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoying my last days in Taekwondo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad told me na di na raw ako maglalaro ng TKD sa college. Kasi nga college na ako. I needed to prioritize things--that includes eliminating my taekwondo madness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time nalang ako magkukwento tungkol sa experiences ko as a Taekwondo Jin for a Year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18665527-114567139138223090?l=licster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/feeds/114567139138223090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18665527&amp;postID=114567139138223090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/114567139138223090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/114567139138223090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/2006/04/summer-madness.html' title='Summer Madness'/><author><name>miss_rockista_iya15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013608792329573364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527.post-114481451033670721</id><published>2006-04-11T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:50:24.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Week News</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Holy Week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Week ngayon, post una ako before Holy Thurs comes...let us share our sorrows sa pagkamatay ng ating Panginoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worry Wart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit of a worry wart right now. I'll be taking my aptitude test on the 19th! I hope I pass in WVSU--since it's the 5th top university in SEA. Well other universities might be better. But WVSU provides me with confidence that I could finish my college course. Kasi mura lang tuition fee! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laundry Prob&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laundry work has never been this...easy! Hehe...kidding! Hard syempre! kasi di ako naHasa sa paglalaba. I only wash undies. But maongs? Heavy! I need it for college...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's Up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so frustrated when our trip to our classmate's house was postponed! Waah! I'm really dissapointed when we had to move it to another day...Passi City is just a small place. So, my classmates and I could meet up for a trip that easy. Kanina was our very first "Watermelon Party" at JM's house! Sayang! hmf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Textmates?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Textmate #1:&lt;/strong&gt; Borge. Yeah Well he's a fishGuy (Picsean hunk). I'm a Virgo...complex feelings talaga kami. We were not like peanut butter and jelly. We just don't make up a good treat on our conversations. It feels boring already...hope there was something that could add &lt;em&gt;gana&lt;/em&gt; to our talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At speaking Of the dev! Nagtext siya! Nainis lang talaga ako minsan kung nagiging isang tanong, isang sagot yung conversation. Hmfness! And by the way, he dedicated a song to me..."Staring at the Sun" daw, by the roosters. I saw the message of the song. I think the message was, the girl really hurt the poor guys feelings...and I DID NOT! I never meant to hurt him in any way! I don't know, but I really didn't want to hurt his feelings unconciously, promise! Ooh dear, &lt;em&gt;naputol pa yung unlimited ko!&lt;/em&gt; Gosh, this is hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Textmate #2:&lt;/strong&gt; JBL. He's not the wrestler of course. Atik siya! *(iya's vocabulary: Atik-means show off kasama na dun yung pagsisinungaling niya just to impress us girls!) Nakakadiri yun! Lam niyo ba guys? He asked me kung nakipagSEX na ako?! Duh? Sabi pa niya, punta daw siya sa school namin para makipagmeet sakin. And if he finds me H.O.T., he'll ask me to have sex with him! GOSH! Oh my...grabe! Ang Hangin at ang bastos! God, bakit meron pang mga ganon sa mundong ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Textmate #3:&lt;/strong&gt; Claessan. He's my close friend's BF. He's way cooler than the previous textmates. Even though he's attached he's really flexible at making friends with other people. Kasi naman, yung friend ko na si Cresilda (GF niya) hindi selosa. And that's a good thing. Si Claessan yung parang brother ko sa Text. Kapag naiinis ako sa iba kong mga textmates, sa kanya ko sinasabi lahat...swerte sila talaga ni Cresilda sa isa't isa...haay nakakainggit relationship nila! Boto talaga ako sa kanila. Prang fan na nga ako e! hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18665527-114481451033670721?l=licster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/feeds/114481451033670721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18665527&amp;postID=114481451033670721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/114481451033670721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/114481451033670721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/2006/04/holy-week-news.html' title='Holy Week News'/><author><name>miss_rockista_iya15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013608792329573364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527.post-114431235126188211</id><published>2006-04-06T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:50:24.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Get Dainty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer spells...cleanliness! I'm gonna be doing my chores at home...my goals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chore and Summer Activities Control&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Clean the "Bahay Banal"...it's a sacred place and we're lucky to have it built beside our home.&lt;br /&gt;2. Jog, exercise and uh, jog!...I started the Jog just this morning with Angel. Hope tuloy tuloy na!&lt;br /&gt;3. Meet a friend...I texted this guy and he's 17. He's pretty smart you know. I wanna meet him in person.&lt;br /&gt;4. Grab Gold in my last 2 tournaments...I've got 2 tournaments to go before I I step on college for good!&lt;br /&gt;5. Quit goofing around my Grandpa's House!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer Fling?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not what you think it is...just don't give it a negative approach. Remember what I said on my  &lt;strong&gt;Chore and Summer Activities Control&lt;/strong&gt; list number 3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd get a really intellegent textmate. I don't believe in textmates actually (it's too fake). No offense but that's what I really believe...not until yesterday. He's really smart! I mean...he talks as if he knows the "talking". I'm glad I get to text him. Right now, honestly I miss texting him. He's at the beach partying with his peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I texted him? His kaberks, Claessan ( my classmate's BF), gave me his number. I thought the guy was a liar. I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My textmate's name was "Borge". Uncommon but surely heard of it before. The way he texts&lt;br /&gt;gives me the pain on my ass! I mean he's so smart, and he wasn't afraid to contradict my opinions without sounding rude and a know-it-all of course! I mean nakakahanga yun for a guy! He carries our conversation pretty well! At kagabi, we almost didn't stop texting (considering that it was already 12am!). I was running out of load kasi. So I had to cut the conversation, and he ended it up with a..."ryt nw i'm luking 4ward to knwng u bter...ciao, nyt!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea on what he might think of me. Just as long as it's not too embarassing. yeah me too..damn how I wanted to talk to him in person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;text addiction to the MAX! Tata for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18665527-114431235126188211?l=licster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/feeds/114431235126188211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18665527&amp;postID=114431235126188211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/114431235126188211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/114431235126188211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/2006/04/summers-here.html' title='Summer&apos;s Here!'/><author><name>miss_rockista_iya15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013608792329573364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527.post-114412099069444239</id><published>2006-04-03T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:50:24.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>Yeah! Graduate na ako! Just last Saturday! Guys! Sorry (for the second time around) for the late update...I'm not busy anymore. I just laugh myself out...coz I'm through with high school! Glad I got out! Ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm buying a new CP today (my Lolo gave the money to me) and guess what? I got the chance to enroll taking up my chosen course! Saya di ba? At first they wouldn't let me take up IT (Information Technology)...but now, Yippee! No more Nursing! Ahaha! My Lolo told me he's gonna pay the tuition fee and he guarantees it. All I can give him are my high grades!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Johanna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the generous offer sa layout. It's okay if it's not made yet. It's just that nahihiya lang talaga ako dahil namomroblema ka pa dahil sa photoshop. Di ba sabi mo dun di pa siya gumagana? I'll pray for it...ehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fights are over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now Miss-Goody-Goody! Ahaha! I'd make sure that I don't step on anyone and vice versa. It'll just trigger the fight. Since I discovered something (which is a secret) that's life changing, I won't be having problems related to fear or worse...war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss you guys!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ain't a lie! I really did miss you guys! Sorry if I didn't have time for bloghops! I'm really sorry! Promise you this peeps...I'm making it a point to visit your bloghomes when I'm online. Okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18665527-114412099069444239?l=licster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/feeds/114412099069444239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18665527&amp;postID=114412099069444239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/114412099069444239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/114412099069444239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/2006/04/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>miss_rockista_iya15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013608792329573364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527.post-114336346841866146</id><published>2006-03-26T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:50:24.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quite Busy</title><content type='html'>I'm quite busy right now...sorry guys for the VERY late update! Anyways, random stories muna ako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quick Fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zalvin and I had a quick fight! Good thing naayos namin before kami grumaduate! Alam niyo kung ano yung dahilan? Well, it's a sort of misunderstanding sa isang test. So happened na hindi kami nagpatalo sa pag-sasagot sa taecher namin sa Social Studies! Hehe...pero siya yung naunang lumapit...parang walang nangyari! Sabi niya "&lt;em&gt;Nins, tapos na ba ang test?&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;F.Y.I: Our petty fight lasted for 5 days ONLY...at least!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Results&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results are to be presented tomorrow! kinakabahan ako...the principal sent a letter to my parents, informing them to report to the principal's office tomorrow...[&lt;em&gt;no guys, di ako nakipag-away ano?!&lt;/em&gt;]. It's about the deliberation results, may award daw ako. 'Di ko pa alam kung ano...hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why the late Update?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, I've got news! May bago akong tambayan: PinayTalk.net. The atmosphere's great! Girls and Boy buds! Promise you won't regret...&lt;br /&gt;Another reason why I didn't update is BUSY lang talaga ako sa school. Not school work but busy sa kakalaro ng Two Dips (Iya's dictionary: Two Dips-isang laro na inimbento lang at itinuro sa mga kaklase ko). Parang habulan kasi yun...basta, mahirap i-explain yung laro pero masaya kasi lahat kaming mag-kaklase ay naglaro at nanood din yung Department Coordinator namin! Nasisiyahan siya sa laro namin! Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tampuhan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad and I had a tampuhan dahil...nakalimutan ko na kung pano kami nag-away...di kami nagkikibuan for 4 days na...until ngayon. (mukhang napapasubo ako sa mga away ngayon a?) No, it's just because of my childish ways. Ganoon talaga ako pag kaharap ko na Dad ko. Para akong bata. Panganay among the three kids...yung ugali ko talaga pang BUNSO! Totoo! Yung bunso namin parang big brother ko kasi mahilig siyang mag-bigay ng advices na kala niyo na kung sinong matanda! Ahaha! Natutuwa talaga ako sa kanya at sa second-born naming kapatid kasi, parang eldest namin siya. Tawag ko sa kanya "Manong" e. "Father" rin tinatawag ko sa kanya, kasi pinasok siya ng Dad ko sa seminary! Ahaha, di naman magpapari yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay sana maayos namin ng Dad yan. Ako kasi yung closest sa kanya...siya yung nagbigay ng Nickname ko na "Winky"-galing din yun sa name niya e. Parang junior niya. Dami na akong pangalan dahil sa kanya, merong "Ikay, Kikay, Winkikay, Kiks, Hopia"...haaay nakakamiss siyang kausapin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun lang muna for now..okai? Miss ko na rin kayo Bloggers! Promise! Di madaling di maka-update ha?! Lalo na't andyan pa rin kayo! Missed you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18665527-114336346841866146?l=licster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/feeds/114336346841866146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18665527&amp;postID=114336346841866146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/114336346841866146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/114336346841866146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/2006/03/quite-busy.html' title='Quite Busy'/><author><name>miss_rockista_iya15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013608792329573364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527.post-114268547265536933</id><published>2006-03-18T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:50:24.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sentimental flaws</title><content type='html'>I'm a bit sentimental right now. Got nothing to do. I dunno how to fill in the needs of my happiness, I'm just a bit obscure at this very moment. Confused like an idiot stuck in a city full of the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever people say, I do accept. I'm a happy-go-lucky chic, well at te same time, a bit problematic (on second thought, you call that happy-go-lucky?). You might get confused with my personality, well me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was stuck at home. Nothing to do but dream the day away. I wasn't pretty sure about what I wanted in the future. Too much dreaming consumed most of my time. I was thinking about my future job, family, home and husband. I thought of silly thoughts like a little girl would. Little girls could always think of the impossible, because they have a lot of time to do the things they wanted and there was also more time for them to action on their dreams. Little did they know that they were dreaming of the unreachable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read my Candymagazine (Jan-Feb 2006 ish) and flipped the pages to the "Mission Maker". I'm still young (16), and I've got a lot of action to make, I read until I fell asleep. It was a fine siesta for me. I dreamt about somebody, really younger than I was. He was a chic-boy for sure, because I knew him. He was a friend of mine, a close friend of mine. In my dream, he was really close to me. Really special too. But in real life, I don't even know, what I was to him? (a friend, a foe, a special someone or just plain &lt;em&gt;ate&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly my Dad came and asked me what was up with me staying all day in the living room all 6 straight hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life stresses me so much, that it has been my routine to visit and update my blog and my blogistas. Very hopeful for some of the comments coming in. They put a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that dream, I haven't talked to some of my friends, like Angel or any of my classmates. I just hate talking to people right now. It's like I'm out of the mood to do so. So I let it all out on this post. I'm just not up for the foodFest in the Plaza and I'm a bit worried that Angel must've been texting where I was. But nevermind, I might as well apologize tomorrow when I see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my decision to stay at home and get out after. I just don't want to see my close friends again, going out with their suitors. (You know that I never get fine suitors). All those who liked me were a bunch of liars. (&lt;em&gt;ang babaw ng mga personality nila&lt;/em&gt;). I'm a virgo, and virgins are perfectionist (forgive me if i was). As I was saying I was just bummed with the fact that I never get fine suitors...well at least they're not players. And last night, I saw my friends with people whom I awas not familiar with. They were my close friends and I could not believe it, that one of them started flinging with somebody else--her ex saw them--eouch!. (an early summer fling).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is indeed that stressful, poor guy. He never got a perfect girl for him. That was okay, coz he had that perfect girl for him even just for a sec of his life. Oh I wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'd have a love life like that? I wouldn't want to love at all...If I would, not like that--forced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind if I shift to a new topic? It's about well me. Who else? (joking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my sentimental flaws. Moments that break and moments that take my time. I always tend to shift my mind to different possibilities. Deviating the mind and the heart. I'm a bit serious right now...got nothing to do but think, dream without action for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to fade away for a while and invent a whole new me, but just couldn't. Like from the easy chic to the hectic chic...why do I wanna do this? Bacause I don't want to get sick of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as time passes, I never get to see the changes that I wanted. And I learned one thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can never run away from yourself...at the end of the day, it still finds you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18665527-114268547265536933?l=licster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/feeds/114268547265536933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18665527&amp;postID=114268547265536933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/114268547265536933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/114268547265536933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/2006/03/sentimental-flaws.html' title='sentimental flaws'/><author><name>miss_rockista_iya15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013608792329573364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527.post-114250097186105377</id><published>2006-03-16T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:50:24.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estorya ng Pagkainis</title><content type='html'>Enjoy reading these ahem (&lt;em&gt;walang kwentang kwento&lt;/em&gt;) stories of non-stop irritation: &lt;em&gt;Pasensya na nga pala kayo...just wanna share all the "poot" right now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music-inis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a bit irritated &lt;em&gt;nung sinabi ng isang classmate ko one time na "Ano bang klaseng kanta yan, nakakainis pakinggan!". Opo, tama po yung sinabi ko, naiinis dahil sa isang kanta ng &lt;/em&gt;Pupil. I listened to it &lt;em&gt;ng paulit-ulit because I loved it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story goes this way, today's a free-day for us seniors. Each one of us has some business to accomplish. We had separate computers with different melodies for the user's ears. I went to Pupil's site and kept on repeating the song "Nasaan Ka?" because it was a free-view on the site. Then suddenly my KSP friends kept on throwing awful words on air, nagpaparinig ba? (just to make me stop listening to Pupil's single). It so happened that their speaker wasn't working and mine does, so I listen to whatever tune I'd like to listen. It was none of their business anyway, and each of us has something to dig ourselves into, so why bother each other's business?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them said: "Ano bang klaseng kanta yan, nakakainis pakinggan..." (in a soft voice of corz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't hold back what I felt coz I was a Pupil Loyalist. I really got hurt and I knew that it was their intention to make me stop listening to that song. They could always request me to change the song. So then I answered back: "&lt;em&gt;Asan? kung sasabihin mo lang na panget yung sound e di sana pinalitan ko nalang ng maayos.&lt;/em&gt;", then they replied, "&lt;em&gt;ah wala yun, kalimutan mo nalang". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So ayun, I still ended up stoping my "Nasaan Ka?" addiction. &lt;/em&gt;I still respect them, so I gave it to them, expecting that I could get mine from them. I changed it to their favorite song nalang so para wala nang away. Okay lang kung yung gusto lang nila yung masusunod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience is always a virtue. I'm just letting out my inis as of now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Research Madness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naawa ako kay Jane. His thesis partner was nowhere to be found. Tomorrow's the final printing of our thesis...doomed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&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/18665527-114250097186105377?l=licster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/feeds/114250097186105377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18665527&amp;postID=114250097186105377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/114250097186105377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/114250097186105377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/2006/03/estorya-ng-pagkainis.html' title='Estorya ng Pagkainis'/><author><name>miss_rockista_iya15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013608792329573364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527.post-114248133642073087</id><published>2006-03-15T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:50:24.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Especially for Johanna</title><content type='html'>Hi Johanna! O, here's your VIP message. I enclosed some pics of Ely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;para dun sa gagamitin mo para sa layout...thank &lt;/span&gt;you so much for volunteering nagagawa ng layout ko ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Site Layout descriptions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Color:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Blue, Pale Blue, sky Blue, Powder Blue (di loko lang to--basta any shade ng Blue basta light) and White, you could pick any color if you want sis, magaling ka naman sa color combinations e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*All navigations on the left side naman para maiba...hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Title: ??? hmmm..."Ely's Pride" nalang siguro...^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*header: Eto na pala yung pics para sa pwedeng ilagay sa header, ikaw na pumili  ng gagamitin mong pics ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.tinypic.com/riyn8k.jpg" alt="Image hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.tinypic.com/riyouf.jpg" alt="Image hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.tinypic.com/riyvjc.jpg" alt="Image hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.tinypic.com/riyw48.jpg" alt="Image hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.tinypic.com/riyw7p.jpg" alt="Image hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.tinypic.com/riywd3.jpg" alt="Image hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.tinypic.com/riywk4.jpg" alt="Image hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.tinypic.com/riywqx.jpg" alt="Image hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw na pumili...^_^&lt;br /&gt;Eto nga pala choices ko sa ilalagay na linya sa header kow...kung meron ka mas magandang line mula sa songs ng e-heads pwede rin sis...^_^&lt;br /&gt;"Life is a Piece of Fruitcake" or "Ito ay Para sa mga Masa" or "Magkahawak ang Ating Kamay na Walang Kamalay-Malay!" or "Buksan Mo aking Mata, 'di Mo ba Nakikita?" or "Minsan Tayo ay Naging Tunay, Na Magkaibigan" or any song na sa tingin mo maganda para sa header. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You could always ask me sa mga kulang dito ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18665527-114248133642073087?l=licster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/feeds/114248133642073087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18665527&amp;postID=114248133642073087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/114248133642073087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/114248133642073087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/2006/03/especially-for-johanna.html' title='Especially for Johanna'/><author><name>miss_rockista_iya15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013608792329573364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.tinypic.com/riyn8k_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527.post-114222370177267105</id><published>2006-03-12T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:50:24.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Komiks at Karera</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;The Deliberation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachers are deleberating the distinguised graduates...I'm a bit nervous &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;sa results&lt;/span&gt;. Sure do hope, I grab the medal, for instant-free-tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Janine's story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janine is one of my taekwondo mates here in Passi. She's currently admitted to the Hospital for her recovery. She sunk deeply into her emotions &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;at linagnat ng biglaan&lt;/span&gt;. She lost last week in the tournament, and now she's suffering from depression plus the fever. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Nag-away daw sila nung ate niya. Na-frustrate daw siya nung sinabihan siya ng ate niya na "Sayang at pumunta pa ako dito para lang mapanood ka! Pinahiya mo ako sa harap ng mga kaklase ko! Nakakahiya ka! Nakita ko pa kung paano ka niya [nung kalaban] pinatumba!"&lt;/span&gt;. Ouch &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;ansakit nga! &lt;/span&gt;Now tell me, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;sinong hindi lalagnatin niyan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we [Angel, Shelley and I], went to our local hospital to check if she was okay. She was supposed to play for the regionals then palaro comes after. She has to play! &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Sayang yung pera na maibibigay niya sa family niya.&lt;/span&gt; (and mind you...Janine's just 12 years old) &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Kapos daw sila sabi ng Mama niya. Kulang pa daw pera nila sa pambayad sa ospital. Kaya kukunin nlng sana nila yung pan-allowance ni Janine dun sa office ng Division Superintendent. Sana gumaling na siya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Komiks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Zalvin and my classmates are upto something again. Reading a vintage comic book. I think Zalvin's got 4 editions. So they read and read and read. They're planning to sell it for P10K whoa! that's a lot of money. Yes! There are a lot of comic-addicts who'd die for comics! Zalvin's comics were no ordinay issues. It features the death of hundreds of superheroes...including spideyman (aawwch!). I wonder where the hell he got that? He's gonna earn thousands if he sets those comics for bidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Research Unlimited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now, my thesis isn't edited! Oooh! How I wish it'll all end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Miss You Nika!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nika? &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;San kna ba? Sana matapos na yung pag-construct mo ng webbie mo pra nmn I could comment sa site mo...visit ka dito okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;This exam will drive me NATs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;omorrow's our NAT exam. I haven't prepared for once! EEEk! &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Bahala na nga!&lt;/span&gt; MY classmates are more laxed than ever. They felt like it was the time of their lives! At least the teachers were busy even for a short moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Career Talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents and I had a career talk just this morning. There were four campuses which I picked. UPV, JBLCF, WVSU and CPU. It was the 1st time my parents and I got together for a very SERIOUS matter...duh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Anticipation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna graduate with a medal! Now, who doesn't want to?&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18665527-114222370177267105?l=licster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/feeds/114222370177267105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18665527&amp;postID=114222370177267105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/114222370177267105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/114222370177267105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/2006/03/komiks-at-karera.html' title='Komiks at Karera'/><author><name>miss_rockista_iya15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013608792329573364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527.post-114205313120106090</id><published>2006-03-10T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:50:24.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Boring Day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider this day, a major boring day. Just a few hours ago, I parted with my classmates. WE ate Batchoy at Ems, drank coke and took a few pandesal bites and immediately went different ways. &lt;em&gt;Wala lang, ala lang talaga akong maisulat e. Kasi nabobore ako.&lt;/em&gt; God, I'm so sick of boredom. Angel's not practicing TKD today, Zero balance &lt;em&gt;pa ako,&lt;/em&gt; all are but unlimited. Oh I just wanna sleep! But sleeping leads me to more depressions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my crush is here in the cafe. I didn't care much. After what I knew about him, why should I care? Right now, I'm trying to figure out the right school for me. I've passed a lot of schools here in Iloilo, but I'm still not satisfied. I couldn't go for JBLCF (a maritime school--yes &lt;em&gt;puro pambarko dito&lt;/em&gt;) just for Taekwondo. I am uncertain with my career there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Victor will arrive any minute now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Medal&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmates told me that I might get the medal for "Athlete of the Year". WEll I guess so...I was the most active athlete who represented our school in the SSC Department. So I'm looking after that medal. &lt;em&gt;Sayang yun, &lt;/em&gt;I might grab the scholarship at CPU. Instant free-tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I was supposed to get a medal but, some of the faculty argued about it and decided to give the medal to my closest friend in HS. That really made me cry. Imagine, they took you off a medal. This year, I hope and pray that it doesn't happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bunsong Kapatid&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to get close to my best bunsong boy buddy in Taekwondo. He's got lots of friends in school but nobody knows how much special he is to me as a friend. He's funny, he makes me and Angel laugh a lot. That's why we wanted to get close to him all the time. I do hope he practices today. It could take off my lonesome mask right now. He's the funnniest member of the group. Actually, &lt;em&gt;the-pinaka-chick-boy pa!&lt;/em&gt; Yeah he's really the coolest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18665527-114205313120106090?l=licster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/feeds/114205313120106090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18665527&amp;postID=114205313120106090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/114205313120106090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/114205313120106090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-bored.html' title='I&apos;m Bored'/><author><name>miss_rockista_iya15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013608792329573364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527.post-114180866683199645</id><published>2006-03-08T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:50:24.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nangyari na...so ano pa?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Research Proposal almost done&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hayy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; salamat! &lt;/em&gt;Our research paper is almost done! I've worked for it for months! And now...we're done! I could post agian weee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Marfen's Birthday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Marfen's birthday, she's now 17! Lucky her, she's got a year before her debut. Lucky her (again!) that their thesis is now O.V.E.R..&lt;em&gt; Muntik nga pala na-reject yung study nila. Due to wrong statistical tools used.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jamming Time!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to jam with Zalvin once again! WE sang our all-time fave tunes from the "Eraserheads"! "Nasaan Ka" &lt;em&gt;pa pala by Pupil &lt;/em&gt;still, may taste pa rin ng eraserheads. I missed Murdah (my guitar)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;This can't be?!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, oo nga pala, ung tungkol sa crush ko dun sa last post ko...may "&lt;em&gt;anak" &lt;/em&gt;na pala yun. O 'di ba dinaan ko lang sa biro. Pero totoo...bale wala lang sakin yung 3 years kong pagkagusto sa kanya. Tapos, malalaman ko lang pala na...&lt;em&gt;may naanakan siya? &lt;/em&gt;People could laugh at me, &lt;em&gt;tanong siguro kayo kung bakit medyo 'di ako nag-rereact...no it's not what you think na bale-wala lang yun sakin. &lt;/em&gt;I am shocked, I just don't wanna express it much. &lt;em&gt;Ayokong umiyak. Besides, lalake lang yun. He's just 17, tapos, may anak na. Ala Jason ng Pinoy Big Bro. di ba?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ayoko lang isipin ng tao na napaka-&lt;/em&gt;stupid &lt;em&gt;kong pumili ng guy.&lt;/em&gt; I didn't expect what my classmates knew. I didn't care that much. Pero he said pa &lt;em&gt;daw..."Kung anak ko man yun, ala akong paki-alam".&lt;/em&gt; If I was the girl, "babasagin ko talaga ulo niya". Kahit pa hindi ako yung naanakan niya, parang babasagin ko na talaga ulo niya. He had PMS! Then there goes the &lt;em&gt;bunga of the PMSing. Then ayaw niya panagutan. I don't mind if I lose him, 'coz I never had him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe that's all for today. I'm going to sing my blues away I guess. No I'm not that frustrated. Mabuti nalang 'di ko siya official na BF ('lam ko naman na 'di mangyayari yun). Ang bilis kasi ng mga pangyayari, sasabihin ko pa sana dito sa post ko kung bakit I like him. Pero 'wag nlng, it's no use naman e. Nasira na siya sa mga mata ko. SO maybe that's it. Mixed emotions pa kasi ako ngayon e. Comment nalang kayo tungkol dito, ayaw ko pa kasing magbunyag ng iba pang issues e. Ingat kayo, kapwa bloggers! At mag-ingat sa illegal recruiters! (joke!) Mag-iingat lang sa mga lalake o babaeng hahangaan niyo, baka fake yan tulad nung sakin...[frown]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Quizzes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;a title="Take this quiz at Quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=57&amp;url=http://quizilla.com/users/Hermione499/quizzes/%7EWhat%20type%20of%20affection%20do%20your%20eyes%20hold%3F%28Gorgeous%20ANIME%20pictures%21%21%21%29%7E"&gt;~What type of affection do your eyes hold?(Gorgeous ANIME pictures!!!)~&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="HASH(0x8c3aa50)" src="http://images.quizilla.com/H/HE/HER/Hermione499/1141451525__illust_11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;The affection in your eyes is&lt;br /&gt;Sadness!!!&lt;br /&gt;You tend to mope around&lt;br /&gt;with your head down! You usually seem to have&lt;br /&gt;a worried look on your face, meaning you are&lt;br /&gt;waiting for something dreadful to happen, or&lt;br /&gt;it has already happened! Sometimes you wonder&lt;br /&gt;why you are like the way you are, and you&lt;br /&gt;mostly want to change how you are, but it is&lt;br /&gt;to difficult to erase the past! You usually&lt;br /&gt;like to look at out a window, and imagine&lt;br /&gt;yourself as those happy kids playing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;a title="Take this quiz at Quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=57&amp;amp;url=http://quizilla.com/users/Popie333Moshassa/quizzes/What%20element%2C%20and%20personality%20are%20you%3F%3F((detailed%20results))%20~*%5EWith%20anime%20pics%20of%20course%20%5E-%5E%20%5E___%5E%5E*~"&gt;What element, and personality are you??((detailed results)) ~*^With anime pics of course ^-^ ^___^^*~&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="HASH(0x8c35904)" src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PO/POP/Popie333Moshassa/1141538436_ondandblue.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are wind.&lt;/em&gt; You seem to be the leader and very&lt;br /&gt;outspoken. You try to be nice, but sometimes&lt;br /&gt;get so mad you could create a tornado!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seems to follow you and listen to&lt;br /&gt;you, and sometimes you can seem like you boss&lt;br /&gt;people around a lot. Just take the time and&lt;br /&gt;think about other people. You seem to love&lt;br /&gt;to control the people around you, and&lt;br /&gt;probally intiminate people without even&lt;br /&gt;realizing it. You do have your friends but&lt;br /&gt;some people might not like you, plus you seem&lt;br /&gt;to hold grudges a lot. But al l in all, you&lt;br /&gt;seem very nice, just a little intiminating at&lt;br /&gt;times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a title="Quiz, Horoscope, Flash Games, Poems - Quizilla!" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=56&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18665527-114180866683199645?l=licster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/feeds/114180866683199645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18665527&amp;postID=114180866683199645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/114180866683199645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/114180866683199645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/2006/03/nangyari-naso-ano-pa.html' title='Nangyari na...so ano pa?'/><author><name>miss_rockista_iya15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013608792329573364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527.post-114147292315906745</id><published>2006-03-04T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:50:24.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passed the UPCAT--Won Silver sa Tournament</title><content type='html'>Double event &lt;em&gt;ako!&lt;/em&gt; Waa! I heard that the UPCAT passers will earn credit from the school. There are only eight of us who passed and my God I happen to be one of them. It's not that our school produces dumb-heads but, there are only about 24-30 students out of 4000 in the population who wanted to try the UPCAT. From the group, come to think of it, they're smart...smarter than I was. I admit it, I'm too lazy in burning the midnight oil. That's why I got out of the top 10 in class. I was busy with other things...I'me refering to TAEKWONDO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;This sport drives me nuts! Even though me and my instructor would have misunderstandings, I still love playing the sport! It's like I'm married to it! Whoa &lt;em&gt;nasobrahan ata!&lt;/em&gt; But true! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just a while ago...&lt;strong&gt;I won silver in the Mayor's CUP Regional New-Faces Taekwondo Championship.&lt;em&gt; Even though I was this () close to GOLD.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  It was okay...I still won against other teams. (Tell no one, I haven't practiced for 3 weeks--due to my research paper which is due tomorrow.) I'm so happy! Doble saya! &lt;strong&gt;Passed the UPCAT and another blessing came...GOD was indeed merciful! &lt;em&gt;Kaya &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;first thing in the morning...our instructor prepared this mass for us...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our streamers will be hung shortly. And I'm so happy tlga...I have my streamer in Taekwondo and the UPCAT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So much blessing...but there's one more blessing that I'm always waiting for..."&lt;strong&gt;the recovery of my brother...&lt;/strong&gt;" It was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;confirmed...my brother has typhoid fever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. sana gumaling na siya...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As of now, I kept dreaming about my crush. I had this DISEASE since 2nd year! I really admire him. He's collage now. Come to think of it, I'll be enrolling in the same collage where he's at! But too bad, I wouldn't want him...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why? 'COz we have the same family names! But we're not closely related.&lt;em&gt; Pero diba masama yun?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Nakonsensya ako tuloy.&lt;/em&gt; But it wasn't my fault that I fell for him...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll tell you guys more about him on my next post. I'm really quite busy right now. &lt;em&gt;Pinahabol ko lang to just to let you guys know bout what's happening ngayon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good luck nga pala sa mga mag-cocollage ha? Sabay tayo!&lt;/em&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/18665527-114147292315906745?l=licster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/feeds/114147292315906745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18665527&amp;postID=114147292315906745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/114147292315906745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/114147292315906745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/2006/03/passed-upcat-won-silver-sa-tournament.html' title='Passed the UPCAT--Won Silver sa Tournament'/><author><name>miss_rockista_iya15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013608792329573364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527.post-114137406616971810</id><published>2006-03-03T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:50:23.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I passed the UPCAT</title><content type='html'>Yes! I passed the UPCAT at last! &lt;em&gt;Dito na yung mga results!&lt;/em&gt; Wahahaha! BS Biology's the course that I passed &lt;em&gt;sa campus ng UPVisayas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've got no plans&lt;/em&gt; of enrolling &lt;em&gt;sa UP. Pero okay lang...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Short&lt;/em&gt; Post lang po 'to kasi I've got nothing to say pa naman...medyo tinamaan pa ng dinamita sa utak hanggang ngayon sa sobrang pag-aaral...BOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18665527-114137406616971810?l=licster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/feeds/114137406616971810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18665527&amp;postID=114137406616971810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/114137406616971810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/114137406616971810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-passed-upcat.html' title='I passed the UPCAT'/><author><name>miss_rockista_iya15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013608792329573364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527.post-114112561376141425</id><published>2006-02-28T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:50:21.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Problem</title><content type='html'>My brother was taken to the hospital hours ago. Glad that my friends were there. My research paper isn't done yet and our Oral Defense is fast approaching. I don't feel like posting right now. But I'm doing it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother has been suffering from a fever, a week &lt;em&gt;na&lt;/em&gt;. So hard for me to cope with all the work in school and yet I've got other probs to take care of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he's okay...even though I always call him a brat...but he's still my bro.&lt;br /&gt;My parents went to Iloilo to have him hospitalized. There's no one left at home but me and my parents and brother are an hour away from me. So I had to do the &lt;em&gt;dating gawi&lt;/em&gt;...go to my Lolo's house and stay there until my brother gets well. I hope he does ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to face another competetion this saturday, the "1st Chavez-Palmares CUP--Regional Age Taekwondo Championship". But it seems that I don't feel the need of competing. My brother is suffering from a fever, my exams are fast approaching, and so is my research oral defense and I haven't practiced for 3 straight weeks because of the busy sched in school! Big problem &lt;em&gt;'to para sakin&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do? Any advice from my fellow bloggers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18665527-114112561376141425?l=licster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/feeds/114112561376141425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18665527&amp;postID=114112561376141425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/114112561376141425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/114112561376141425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/2006/02/big-problem.html' title='Big Problem'/><author><name>miss_rockista_iya15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013608792329573364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527.post-114095843464471471</id><published>2006-02-26T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:50:21.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mocking Plastics t-wo My Real Classmates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is a continuation of the Mocking Plastics post&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After moments of stillness of emotions, my classmates and I decided to break the silence... (&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:&lt;/strong&gt; This post is a continuation of my prevous post "Mocking Plastics")&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our Recollection was scheculed last saturday, right after the postponed "Oral Defense" of our Thesis. I was anxious about that day. In fact, I was haunted the whole week by my hallucinations. My imaginations ran wild. I know that the retreat session might end up not-so-very-nice...well, I was wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After long but stiking lectures from a seminarian from Negros, we eagerly went to the place where all the fight and misunderstandings happened, our very own classroom. We decided to continue with a Open Forum with all my classmates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, the Mocking Plastics whom I talked about in my last post were present. I didn't feel any tension at all. Not because I thought I was on the right side, but because I was ready to be judged, true or not true, it's easy to tell what's true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I could not even believe that Regie Ann, whom my &lt;em&gt;Nanay-nanayan&lt;/em&gt; in our room told me about (Regie Ann hates me &lt;em&gt;daw&lt;/em&gt; ever since, my Nanay-nanayan told me) , said sorry for me for all her mistakes. I knew she had short-comings sometimes and I realized that it was time for me to be patient with her weaknesses. I wasn't rude and selfish, I just didn't understand her that time, and she didn't appreciate me either. So it was a &lt;strong&gt;bit&lt;/strong&gt; of a mess. Confusing as it is, let's proceed with the forum. When it was my turn to speak, I told them every word that I wanted them to realize. First I didn't name the persons involved with my issue, I was scared that I might hurt them, and they might hurt me too. But gladly we talked about it with patience and maturity (because we're not the same ol' kids anymore--the worst kids in high school as the teachers perceived). My problems with the Mocking Plastics were solved. They said &lt;strong&gt;"SORRY"&lt;/strong&gt;, and I quickly accepted the apology. I explained to them, the words that I have practiced in front of the mirror...and it worked! Corz, a successful reconcilation with my friends wouldn't be possible without prayer. I prayed every night just to get my nerves eased! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I apologized too, even though if I didn't do anything to them, but you know, &lt;em&gt;kasama na 'dun yung irritations nila.&lt;/em&gt; Maybe I might have not noticed them, irritated &lt;em&gt;na pala with my openess to the class&lt;/em&gt;. But it was okay. &lt;em&gt;Mas mabigat yung kasalanan nila sa 'kin&lt;/em&gt; and I didn't have the right to ignore them and so I easily forgave them. I promised the plastics-turned-friends that I wouldn't do anything that might humiliate them, I'm going to double my time in studying. They promised me that they wouldn't throw their mean and unreasonable comments on me again (especially if it's a bit personal and physical).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After the reconcilation, guess what?! We went to the &lt;strong&gt;Talabahan, &lt;/strong&gt;we call oysters as &lt;em&gt;talaba.&lt;/em&gt; Really a nice treat for the newly-reconciled &lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i1.tinypic.com/oknc0o.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! We ate talaba the rest of the day! Yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What I've learned? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. That it's not so hard to say sorry, if it really comes from the heart. &lt;/strong&gt;If we really mean "sorry", it simply means that we accept our mistakes, READ: WHOLE-HEARTEDLY &lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i1.tinypic.com/okncxu.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! If it feels hard to say sorry to a friend that hurt you so bad, and so did she, maybe it's time to learn how to &lt;strong&gt;EAT PRIDE&lt;/strong&gt;. It's not that delicious but once you've swallowed it, believe me you'll never regret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. How important friendship is! It's a gift!&lt;/strong&gt; Friends are gifts, not curses. We tend to feel that they are a nuisance but mind you, you won't be you without them. They drive us weak to the bones with their pranks and backbites but, you know what? They're defense mechanisms, which means they backbite because they lack outlets of their emotions. Got it? Outlet-&lt;em&gt;kung saan pinapalabasan ng galit, disappointment and sadness&lt;/em&gt;. That's why pests exist. What we should do? Not keep our mouths shut, tell them. Know the right approach, timing. Just like in Taekwondo (the sport I'm in), I can't hit the armour of my opponent if I don't posses calmness, timing and aggresiveness. Be aggressive in a positive way and go get your friends back. BUT...there's a BIG BUT! There are circumstances wherein we can't fix everything, we're just human beings! So sometimes there are words that should be left unsaid (as I've said and stated: it depends on the circumstance).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hope that &lt;em&gt;my kapwa &lt;/em&gt;blogistas learned something from my simple post. I just want to share my innermost thoughts on the latest issues of my life. After all, that's what friends and blogs are for...outlets.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18665527-114095843464471471?l=licster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/feeds/114095843464471471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18665527&amp;postID=114095843464471471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/114095843464471471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/114095843464471471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/2006/02/mocking-plastics-t-wo-my-real.html' title='Mocking Plastics t-wo My Real Classmates'/><author><name>miss_rockista_iya15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013608792329573364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1.tinypic.com/oknc0o_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527.post-114034840742690409</id><published>2006-02-19T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:50:21.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mocking Plastics</title><content type='html'>It's a sad story. Until now, some of my classmates failed to accept me...as simply being me. It's so sad to think of it. We are about to graduate...say 3-5 weeks from now...but still our relationship runs cold. Don't I have the right to be happy and confident and to feel acceted?&lt;br /&gt;Dear Fellow bloggers I hate to say this but I'm about to reveal a little something about the habitat in which I live in. I am a soul of this cruel world trying to find my niche. Only a few understands, and my life has never been uncomplicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;So how do I find my place? My story in school has never lived a happy ending. Much of my personality was changed because of a few circumstances that I have faced. (actually much of it wasn't purely my fault)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I am not alone. Jane has always been by my side since my first intimidators in high school. I was hurt during my sophie year because they called my "Tomato Face" behind my back and act as my allies in front of me. Jane was running for Validictorian supposedly, but some situations blocked her goal. She stopped cheating because she promised God that she has to. After all college life will seem more knotty than the usual high school years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme introduce to you the finest the most plastic-est friends that I've ever had...I called them, the Mocking Plastics. Since they mock people off their feet, spread mean rumors about innocent people, plus they are anti-ugly-looking people. Now who's worse than that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plastic #1:&lt;/strong&gt; The Megalomainiac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Known for:&lt;/strong&gt; Claiming that he's the greatest creature alive. This Plastic friend of mine is of course, one of my classmates. He would boast about his grades, which actually cheated from a ahem...friendly and kind neighbor. He senses everyone's mistakes, acting as if he's perfect. Judges the &lt;em&gt;mabaho&lt;/em&gt;, looks down on the stupidest classmate, laughs at the unpretty and steals other people's BF-as they say &lt;em&gt;ika-nga nila&lt;/em&gt;. (What?! I'm innocent?! You may not get it but that's exactly that exact thing that he's doing, got it? Just as my classmates have commented). Certified Synthetic Plastic! or CSP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plastic #2:&lt;/strong&gt; The TR to belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Known for:&lt;/strong&gt; what else? Trying Hard to belong. Yes, he is popular. He's known for his silly pranks of telling our classmates (who's busy making their assignment &lt;em&gt;este &lt;/em&gt;schoolwork) that our subject teacher is coming well in fact she's away and make them panic about it. He's a natural leader, a kind friend too. I've known him for so long as being fair and he posseses good judgement...but more of his negative traits "now" have over-ruled my belief about his personality. He likes being in the "IN". He tries to hard and too much that he forgets that he steps on his other friends too. He's with The Megalomaniac. Since the Megalomaniac is so influential to everyone, he would do mean things with his so-called friend! So mean that he forgot that I was the first person he knew in High School 'coz we're both transferees from other schools and it was our first time in the SSC program. (If one of my classmates have read this, don't ever think about telling this TR friend that I'm talking about please...and if MR. TR himself reads this, all I have to say is..."I've heard what you've said about me, behind my back and I am so frustrated of our friendship that has all been a lie for so many times.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plastic #3:&lt;/strong&gt; The Pop Chics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Known for: &lt;/strong&gt;being popular...or on second thought? Are they? They're not two, not three but about not less than five girls who claim themselves admired by countless persons. While me? Very well-liked by constant people, my friends, family and my fellow taekwondo jins (thank you very much.) These Chics are the "IN" &lt;em&gt;din...daw?&lt;/em&gt; They walk on the campus feeling seniors (in fact they are, but what I mean is mature-minded). Some studs from the other section would murmur behind these chic's backs whenever they would pass by. I can't blame them, I mean these Pop Chics (a.k.a. one of my classmates too) feel that they are always given importance, the fame and the respect. Like my TR to belong and Megalomaniac Plastic friend, they judge too. The way I dance, I act, I comb my hair, I fix my things, I recite in class, sing, rap, kick, talk, and LOOK are almost being criticized! They search for the perfect classmate. Bearing the beauty, humor, personality, brains and over-all impact (the whole package) are some of their qualifications. Pretty hard to pass aye? Looks like they're searching for a candidate for the Ms. Universe for that matter. I guess in that case, I didn't pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not what you people thnk. I'm not dumb, I'm just lazy. I'm not ugly, I just don't feel pretty, I'm not a proud pig, I'm just being myself. I'm not OA, I'm just good at expressing myself...lastly, I'm not mean like them...I'm just telling the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be with these people once I graduate in High School and I'm sure they're happy not having me around. At least no one to whine about every morning because I sweat to much...but FYI: "It just proves that I'm normal, 'coz normal people sweat, and who wouldn't sweat walking on a hilltop?" (FYI din: our school is on top of a hill...really wide hill). They lowered my self-esteem and my perception of myself. I hope I'd get over it once and for all. Make peace with them, get a grip to the real world (collage), let go of the past and invent a new me. Then my high school terrors are all over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18665527-114034840742690409?l=licster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/feeds/114034840742690409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18665527&amp;postID=114034840742690409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/114034840742690409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/114034840742690409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/2006/02/mocking-plastics.html' title='Mocking Plastics'/><author><name>miss_rockista_iya15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013608792329573364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527.post-113991700669552853</id><published>2006-02-14T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:50:21.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Val's Day Everyone!</title><content type='html'>I got these presents from my dear friends! Try visiting their cute sites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;This one's from &lt;a href="www.cky2k3.blogspot.com"&gt;Sis Chynes&lt;/a&gt;. Happy Valentine's Girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Chynes" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b218/Iyanasha/valentine.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;And I got a present from Hip Blogger &lt;a href="www.threedayroadtrip.blogspot.com"&gt;Yvan!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Yvan" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b218/Iyanasha/gift_valentines.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;...and a really cute personalized present from &lt;a href="http://delusionalessence.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kumiko&lt;/a&gt;! Thanks sis! I didn't expect a personalized gift from you! Thank you! Love yah! Hey BTW, nice new layout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b218/Iyanasha/iyaV.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't thank you enough guys! Happy Valentine's Day everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18665527-113991700669552853?l=licster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/feeds/113991700669552853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18665527&amp;postID=113991700669552853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113991700669552853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113991700669552853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-vals-day-everyone.html' title='Happy Val&apos;s Day Everyone!'/><author><name>miss_rockista_iya15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013608792329573364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527.post-113948603160582662</id><published>2006-02-09T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:50:21.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories Before the Fiesta</title><content type='html'>Just decided to post..&lt;em&gt;walang magawa e.&lt;/em&gt; I haev weird experiences &lt;em&gt;'di pa dumadating yung pista dito&lt;/em&gt;. Mind if I share some?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tindera ng Sabungan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wasn't that thrilled that I was ordered &lt;em&gt;na maging bantay nung &lt;/em&gt;store&lt;em&gt; sa sabungan namin. Mahal talaga ang mga bilihin pag may sabong dito sa Passi.&lt;/em&gt; I had a little fun playing &lt;em&gt;Tindera&lt;/em&gt;. Saying &lt;em&gt;"Ano po yung sa inyo?"&lt;/em&gt; and exchanging pennies! I was with Angel. And we were supposed to be going out with my taekwondo friends &lt;em&gt;para pumuntang perya. &lt;/em&gt;But my Dad insisted me to stay and guard the stockpile of cigars and softdrinks. We sold coke for P15 and beer for P25! &lt;em&gt;'Di ba ang mahal naman?!&lt;/em&gt; But Dad said it was the rule of the cockfight store owners.&lt;br /&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;It was a fine experience. I saw dead chickens&lt;em&gt; nga lang, tinatahi pa yung mga sugat. Kawawa naman&lt;/em&gt;. I hate bloods! &lt;em&gt;Tinignan namin ni Angel yung nasa cockpit! &lt;/em&gt;It was her first time na makapanood ng actual na sabong. I grew up with the chickens. Our house was just 3-5 steps away from the sabungan that's why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voices &lt;em&gt;sa Gabi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I had this weird feeling about the quiteness of the night. Something was really telling me that I should get somebody by my side that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the past few weeks, Angel was complaining that she saw something &lt;em&gt;dun sa may sabungan. &lt;/em&gt;It was a lady in white...&lt;em&gt;bata pa ata&lt;/em&gt;. Waaaaah! I told her that there are roaming spirits in our place. But I never saw or felt one ever since...since last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I went home at about 10pm. &lt;em&gt;Nanggaling ako sa perya. Sumakay kami nung Horror Train at linait pa nga ng mga kasama ko yung mga nagpapanggap na aswang&lt;/em&gt;. And it was hilarious! &lt;em&gt;Kasi napikon sila&lt;/em&gt;. Yeah I know they shouldn't have done that. I went home, quite sleepy. I watched PBB celeb Edition. I changed to my pajamas. It was about 11:30pm that night when I felt scared. I transfered to my Dad...&lt;em&gt;dun sa room namin. Dun kasi siya natulog.&lt;/em&gt; I was surrounded by pillows. Confident that No one could come near me and that no one would disturb my beauty sleep. Then suddenly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There were voices...&lt;em&gt;umiiyak sila.&lt;/em&gt; I felt the chill! They were about my brother's age. &lt;em&gt;Tapos parang nag-aaway sila.&lt;/em&gt; Then I covered my ears. I could not believe it! I mean I never felt such fright before. I never experienced it &lt;em&gt;naman e.&lt;/em&gt; Still I could hear the noise. &lt;em&gt;Sabi ko "Ano ba 'to! Matutulog na ako! Please leave me alone!".&lt;/em&gt; I put my hands together and began praying 3 I believe in God's, 3 Our Father's, 3 Hail Mary's and 3 Glory Be's. Then it left me for a while. &lt;em&gt;Bumalik ulit! Ang gulo! &lt;/em&gt;I wrapped myself &lt;em&gt;sa comforter! &lt;/em&gt;Then began tapping my Dad's shoulder. I said &lt;em&gt;"Daddy, narinig mo yun?" nagising yung Dad ko&lt;/em&gt;. He said, "&lt;em&gt;Yung alin? Wala naman akong naririnig kundi puro tunog ng fan ah?". Sabi ko, "Hindi, meron talagang umiiyak! Daddy, hindi ako makatulog. Bata, umiiyak siya! Mukhang dalawa o tatlo sila. Basta maraming voices! Nag-aaway!".&lt;/em&gt; Dad told me to pray. So I slept with both hands held together tightly--praying really hard so that whaterver it is out there would let me sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then at about 3am I woke up again. I felt something kasi. Then suddenly I felt wet! My Dad took the Holy Water and showered me! Then I slowly closed my eyes. After that, I slept tightly, leaving me with no worries or troubles. Certain that no one would bug me again. My Dad was praying pala habang natutulog ako. Naaawa nga ako sa kaya kasi 'di siya nakatulog ng mahimbing dahil sa mga wake up calls ko. He was praying the whole night.&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/18665527-113948603160582662?l=licster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/feeds/113948603160582662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18665527&amp;postID=113948603160582662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113948603160582662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113948603160582662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/2006/02/stories-before-fiesta.html' title='Stories Before the Fiesta'/><author><name>miss_rockista_iya15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013608792329573364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527.post-113930420805357106</id><published>2006-02-07T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:50:21.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Fiesta:Short post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More on The TOwn Fiesta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our town fiesta is fastly approaching. Still no preparations ahead. It's gonna be on the 9th. Food Trip to the max! My classmates have planned our trail to our food trip. First stop maybe on Cresilda's then to MikMik's, Regie's, Zalvin's and my Lolo's house! Wee! Tomorrow's Bord's Birthday (he's one of my Taekwondo pals--the kid is my Uncle...youngest uncle so far!) and we're gonna be enjoying food! more food! They've invented this oreo cookie desert i wonder what they call it..."YUckie" &lt;em&gt;ata&lt;/em&gt;. They told me Tata Villaruel's coming! The SIAM star is coming tonight &lt;em&gt;daw.&lt;/em&gt; Well she's from Iloilo so she has to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm about to spend 5 days enjoyinng NO CLASS sessions with my classmates! It's gonna be the Town Fiesta! Wee! I'm pretty excited. The Lechon, the very traditional lechon! ahahaha! nasobrahan lang! Truth is, I just love life without classes! Hehe...Hope I'd havemuch time roaming around the Perya. I'm an ordinary teen. I love hanging out sa mga crowded places..but sometimes...I hate the crowd. They get me dizzy. They told me we're related with the fiesta Queen...but nah! When I was still a little girl (like about, 5 or so), they told me I'll be the next fame Fiesta Queen...after my Lola Letty. She was a gorgeous innocent looking queen of her times. Well I wanna be just like her. But it seems that ayaw ko na. I ain't as pretty as my Lola...ain't as rich as she is. She has lots of fans. True beauty. My cousin would love to be Queen in the next 10 years! Well, magpapaganda muna ako! Ahaha kulang pa daw e. MAsyado akong minamaliit. I told them...sila nalang. I can't be what I'm not. I'm not inggit with the prom queens, beauty queens or any kinds of queens for God's sake! Basta alam ko I live not to be a Fiesta Queen...or maybe it's just not for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll be missing Blogging! Maybe...because I lack budget for now. And I'll be a bit gone for a while to enjoy all those food! hehehe! Time toprctice for the demo tomorrow in TKD. Sir Victor is rging red again...yikes! catch up with you guys about our fiesta soon! mwaz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18665527-113930420805357106?l=licster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/feeds/113930420805357106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18665527&amp;postID=113930420805357106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113930420805357106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113930420805357106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/2006/02/on-fiestashort-post.html' title='On the Fiesta:Short post'/><author><name>miss_rockista_iya15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013608792329573364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527.post-113851284763315937</id><published>2006-01-28T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:50:21.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinagyang Gold Medalist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/1052/1600/mon_axekick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/1052/320/mon_axekick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Wee! I won yesterday at the "1st Dinagyang Taekwondo Invitational Tournament". I am so happy! I thanked GOD I won GOLD &lt;img alt="Image hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i1.tinypic.com/msyb8k.gif" /&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; I could not believe it! I was playing the Junior Women-Bantam Weight category. But you have to know what happened even before the real fight began. (the pic on the left side isn't me, it's one of my idols'-Monsour del Rosario's pics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday, we had our student's day in school. I played the guitar on stage for the first time in front of hoards of people. I got a lot mistakes, but in the end Jane won the title. I was just tasked to play a song for her talent. She sang &lt;em&gt;kasi&lt;/em&gt;. Then, I was supposed to go home, but I decided to stopover at Angel's. I saw Sir Victor there (he's our Taekwondo instructor) with the TKD kids. Angel was sitting with Djanua (they're my TKD pals). They looked at me with disappointment. They told me something that I would never like. I thought I knew what it was...but I was wrong. Sir Victor had a conversation with my co-athletes and guess what he told them? &lt;img alt="Image hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i1.tinypic.com/mw4pi8.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You know what? Where's Niña? She's been practicing for months. One of the longest players in the club. Yet, I saw no improvements. Totally the pits. I guess she's not the "Warrior" type." -in other words...a L.O.S.E.R &lt;img alt="Image hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i1.tinypic.com/mw4nbs.gif" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that hurts. &lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;&lt;img src="http://content3.bigoo.ws/content/smile/miscellaneous/smile_21.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I don't feel the need for playing anymore, since the day after friday is saturday, and saturday is tournament day. It lowered my self esteem. &lt;img alt="Image hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i1.tinypic.com/mw4nj6.gif" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nawalan ako ng ganang mag-praktis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I almost cried in front of him. Imagine, he said those words behind my back! I took me a night to recover, at least half of the pain. &lt;img alt="Image hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i1.tinypic.com/mw4qiv.png" /&gt; I'm an emotional teen. I cry over sad ads on TV and would tale off my hankie every heartbreaking movie. So would I not emote to what he said? I respect him as an instructor, so I don't have the right to nag him back. I swore &lt;em&gt;na ipapakain ko sa kanya ang mga sinabi niya!&lt;/em&gt; I was that mad! I couln't control my feelings that I went to my room, took Murdah, my guitar, off its case and start to strum my tears away. I played the song &lt;strong&gt;"Pagsubok" revived by Kitchie Nadal&lt;/strong&gt;. Then the feeling just won't leave. How can you resist what he said? I got so mad. I couldn't control my feelings, that I dropped down and cried. I cried and cried. Until my parents got worried. My Mom knew what happened. She told my Dad and felt bad for me too. They felt my frustration and led me in front of the altar to pray for tomorrow's event: "The 1st Dinagyang Taekwondo Invitational Tournament".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, first thing in the morning, my Dad woke me up at around 4:30 am. &lt;img alt="Image hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i1.tinypic.com/mw4pb4.gif" /&gt; I got dressed and ate my breakfast too early in the morning. Then my &lt;strong&gt;Dad said we'll go to church to hear the first mass&lt;/strong&gt;. I prayed and prayed and prayed, not only for me but also for Angel. I wanted her to win against Christine (a player from Sta. Barbara).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom and Dad wished me luck before I jumped off to our team transportation service. I can still hear what my Sir Victor said playing on my head over and over again! I couldn't think of anything worse than that (Well except losing). &lt;em&gt;'Di kami nagpapansisnan sa loob ng sasakyan. Wala lang...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just wasn't ready to talk to him after he said those words behind my back.&lt;/strong&gt; We arrived &lt;em&gt;sa venue&lt;/em&gt;, in Gaisano Iloilo, I bought Candymag ate french fries (which is bawal), and immediately changed to my TKD uniform or &lt;em&gt;DoBuk&lt;/em&gt; is what we call it as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fight was "fight #136". &lt;em&gt;Matagal pa. Nagtipid pa ako ng pera. &lt;/em&gt;I spent P28 for lunch! Kaya mo yun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So nung tinawag na nung Emcee yung&lt;/em&gt; pangalan ko. I was in red armor. My opponent was from Antique, Iloilo. Her name was Angeli, and everyone around us were on her side, except for the Passinhons whose on the left side. Shouting their heads out! "Go Niña, go Niña!" Wow, first round score 1-1, second, 1-1 again! Ooh Gosh! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nagalit pa si Sir. &lt;img alt="Image hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i1.tinypic.com/mw5b91.gif" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I just imagined that I wasn't galit with him. I listened to every word he says. He's the boss, he knows. I was off to a "Sudden-death" match! Angel said her knees felt weak, because she knew that I had never been to a sudden death match. One who hits the armor first wins. I thought about what Sir Victor said and &lt;strong&gt;Kicked Kicked Kicked!&lt;/strong&gt; Until the jurors heard the bang of my opponent's armor. &lt;strong&gt;I won! Whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second round went well too, even though my enemy hit my "groin" twice! Ouch! She was a beginner. Pretty good performance for a newbie! I hope she was okay. I won against her too. First round score, 0-2 (I was two), 1-3 (I was three). I yelled to loud. Some of the Sta. Barbara Jins cheered for me. Except Mark I think. Didn't see him cheering. But it was okay. Deadma...Don't care 'bout him naman e. He might just make me feel bad about myself. I'm not really sure why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I proved to my instructor that he was wrong, that I was a &lt;strong&gt;WARRIOR&lt;/strong&gt;. That I could tell him that my practice pays off. That he doesn't waste his time on me. Then then just now, we were rewarded by &lt;strong&gt;100 squat thrusts and a yell&lt;/strong&gt;. He scolded us for being late and for not bowing. &lt;em&gt;Hiyang Hiya kami.&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just grateful that I wouldn't be out of place when I'm with the "Browns" (family name nila Angel, Honey at Bords). They were all medalists, GOLD medalist to be exact. God gave me confidence by bringing me a special gift...and that was my very first gold medal.&lt;img alt="Image hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i1.tinypic.com/mw5bh1.png"/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18665527-113851284763315937?l=licster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/feeds/113851284763315937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18665527&amp;postID=113851284763315937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113851284763315937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113851284763315937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/2006/01/dinagyang-gold-medalist.html' title='Dinagyang Gold Medalist'/><author><name>miss_rockista_iya15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013608792329573364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1.tinypic.com/msyb8k_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527.post-113850769530629976</id><published>2006-01-28T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:50:20.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Question Answered!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Name:      patz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life and Love Problems?      i hate my ex-bestfriend. why? coz she didnt keep any of her words. she said that she'll never leave me but she did. can you imagine? she let go of me..and it makes me sad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Patz, Iya here! I understand you. And if I was to be frustrated by my BESTfriend, I'd feel bad about it. But you know what? Everything happens for a reason (I know it's a cliche), there must be some BIG reason why she left you. Uhm may I ask you sis? How long have you been together as BESTFRIENDS? The longer the relationship the more clued-up you are about her. And you may identify whatever reason she has why she left you. Is it a boy? Some sort of misunderstanding? Another question pa Sis Patz, did she transfer to another school, place, somewhere out of your sight (I mean the literal meaning of leaving you), or she left you behind (I mean she forgot about you, &lt;em&gt;iniiwasan ka niya &lt;/em&gt;and act as if ayaw ka na niya maging BestF)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she transferred to another place far away from you, Sis it's time to realize that it's a test. God challenges your friendship. Don't let "Distance" mess up your friendship. Talk to her/him online, send her/him letters (the usual advice). Technology advances, you'll never know it could take you back to her. Besides I knew a lot of my friends whose gone far away from me. We're still close. And Everytime each one returns, I gained lots of loots! Heehee. but forget about it, what matters is you've had your time. Give yourselves time to miss each other. Too much of something is too awful, bad for your friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...if the case is betrayal, then that's too hard to handle. You're confused, should you forgive her, after lying to our face, telling you unkept promises? You're only human you can't just forgive and forget everything in a blink of an eye. Give yourself time to reflect on "YOU" for a while. That means without her. Think of every moment both of you have shared, then after, ask yourself...should I just let go of her/him, despite her/him letting go of me? Same thing goes for boyfriends. If yes, then it's time to move on. If NO, tell he/him how hard it is without him. It's not that you beg that she/he comes back but you'll just have to show to her/him how "SAYANG&lt;em&gt;" naman kung magkakalimutan nalang kayo&lt;/em&gt;. If she/he refuses to come back, then theres nothing more that you can do but to accept it. After all you've tried your best shot in telling him/her the truth. More will come. &lt;em&gt;Yun nga lang sayang kung magkakahiwalay nalang kayo as friends. Sayang talaga. Pero kung yun ang gusto niya, &lt;/em&gt;we can't convince her/him to make-up with you as bestfriends. Talk things out. But be sure to find the good words to say okay? Like, "if you leave, I'll feel bad and it won't be easy to recover. you've been my friend since (insert date when your guys got together as BEstfriends). I'm sure it won't be the same for me if you leave." &lt;em&gt;Medyo senti ang dating, but if you wanna win him/her back, you've got to learn to step-back and bawasan yung pride.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck sis!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18665527-113850769530629976?l=licster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/feeds/113850769530629976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18665527&amp;postID=113850769530629976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113850769530629976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113850769530629976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/2006/01/1st-question-answered.html' title='1st Question Answered!'/><author><name>miss_rockista_iya15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013608792329573364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527.post-113816113923325905</id><published>2006-01-24T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:50:20.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Haay, thank goodness, I could post again.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img src="http://fool.exler.ru/sm/umn.gif" /&gt;Actually I just took the time from our research period so that I could post. &lt;em&gt;Biro niyo guys, &lt;/em&gt;it took me the whole 30 mins to finish one, and only ONE test questionnaire from a section! Goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ba't ba ang labo talaga nito?&lt;img src="http://fool.exler.ru/sm/wow.gif" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I've got a bunch of things to do at home and in school!&lt;em&gt;Di pa kasama yung sa taekwondo practices ko every afternoon (kasi I was asked by Sir Victor to handle the kids for now, busy din siya e)&lt;/em&gt;. I was thinking...am I too young for responsibilities? Or am I just lazy doing all those stuff. Oh please give me a break!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was so glad that I could post again. I mean with all those in and outs that I've been doing, who says I couldn't take a break. Even for just the remaining 30 mins of my research period? I'd take that for a break. Got no time for cleaning my &lt;em&gt;DoBuk&lt;/em&gt;, or even washing my backpack. I haven't talked to my Uncle about the payment this saturday or buying the groceries at home. Goodness! And the research work oooh too heavy for my time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haay, I think I should escape from all the work here...and stop the whines...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday, I went jamming with my classmate Zalvin &lt;img src="http://fool.exler.ru/sm/git.gif" /&gt; and a bunch of guy friends. I was the only girl, who cares? They told me about those chics that they fancy from the lower years. Goodness, good thing I wasn't mistaken as a lesbian, instead a flirt ahaha! But no flirtin' here! So anyway, I also spilled major secrets of the ahem...first year students who really liked them (well actually too crazy too run after them). Those girls had their passwords in friendster personalized...hehehe. I was told by my "agent" (whoo!), Honey that Sam's (a student from the 1st year) password was Jophil (my guy classmate) and Andz's* (not her real name) email was a combo of her name and Zalvin's. The guys got pissed off, and turned-off for the girls who went boy-crazy. They grumbled and whinned and those insults came. I soon realized that I shouldn't have told them. But they insisted that it was okay if I spilled the beans. For me it wasn't OKAY! &lt;em&gt;I know kalaban sila ng class namin but 'si nangangahulugang ipapahiya ko sila sa mga boys namin. Actually buti nga sa kanila, pero ang masama ako pa ang gumawa ng pag-spill. Sana nga iba nalng yung nag-spill sa boy buds ko ng secretong yun.&lt;/em&gt; I'm sure they wanted to know all about it. But for me it wasn't such a big deal? So what if their passwords were their crushes names? I had brent javier's name on my password in an account! Yeah but it was another case. Hehehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yikes! Almost 12 pm. GTG. No time for other stories. &lt;em&gt;Dami pa sana akong kwento tungkol sa experiences ko. Ang totoo ito palang yung pinaka-nonsense. Hehe. Pero patikim nalang muna ng mga kwento ko.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was a major misuderstanding &lt;em&gt;nanaman&lt;/em&gt;. Between me and my classmate,&lt;em&gt; na since first year ayaw sa akin&lt;/em&gt;. I wonder why. I don't treat her as my enemy. And besides, "you can never please everybody!" If they like me, then maybe there's somebody who might hate me from the group. And that happens to be her. So TTFN! &lt;em&gt;Tata For Now! Mwakz! Sana wala na munang schoolwork ang dumagdag! Goodness!&lt;img src="http://fool.exler.ru/sm/ende.gif" /&gt;&lt;/em&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/18665527-113816113923325905?l=licster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/feeds/113816113923325905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18665527&amp;postID=113816113923325905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113816113923325905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113816113923325905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/2006/01/goodness.html' title='Goodness!'/><author><name>miss_rockista_iya15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013608792329573364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527.post-113731556342352715</id><published>2006-01-15T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:50:20.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying BUSY-ness to the max!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/1052/1600/pug.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/1052/320/pug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No Glory for now.&lt;/strong&gt; Great it's Sunday. &lt;img src="http://fool.exler.ru/sm/bis.gif" /&gt;And I assumed that it would be a busy week for me...my research job drives my piggy bank insane!&lt;img src="http://fool.exler.ru/sm/trude.gif" /&gt; Well I admit I enjoyed a bit of the fun. My partner and I were having our late night sessions in front of the photocopier last friday. Gladly, we had it done just yesterday. What could make me happy as of now? Actually, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody told me I have Arthritis. That's way bad news...effect of my everyday practice in TKD. I love practicing! I just got here from my classmate's place. We made our project ate salad and good food at Jen's&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I got my article published in the school paper! It was at least, a fun read! Got my name on the header too! Aheeheehee. I'm dying to see "Only You" again. I can't wait till tomorrow!&lt;img alt="Image hosting by TinyPic" src="http://tinypic.com/kajiu9.gif" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As of now, I needed to get home "i-m-m-e-d-i-a-t-e-l-y". Need to help Mom with the dishes and need to make my homeworks. (Gosh they're flooding I tell you!) I haven't started yet and it hurts my schedule a bit. Sir V. and Bordie Bunch went to &lt;em&gt;Kawilihan&lt;/em&gt; just now. Well &lt;em&gt;swerte naman nila, dami na pera ngayon dami pa oras para sa SAYA!&lt;/em&gt; Me? &lt;em&gt;Dapat nga magmumukmok sa bahay, lumabas nanaman sa Shell&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt; Haay ang buhay nga naman parang preso kung minsan. &lt;/em&gt;What can I say? That's life! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My leg really aches. Mentioned it, arthritis. I'm too young to have this, this, this whatever! &lt;em&gt;Basta alam ko sakit to ng matatanda&lt;/em&gt;. Oh dear. I'm gonna give my parents a lot of headaches again! Nooooo!!! &lt;em&gt;Bunga to ng sobrang praktis! Swerte ko nga dahil medyo namaster na yung punching ko. Kasi pag-may sinusuntok ako parang pahid! Kakainis! Para daw akong kumakatok, suntok ata ng bakla yan! &lt;img alt="Image hosting by TinyPic" src="http://tinypic.com/kajjw2.gif" /&gt;Ahaha! &lt;/em&gt;Enough of my punch revelations.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Met my friends here in the cafe and they looked too 'laxed. Not too worried about the long test tomorrow in Adv. Chem. Good for them but truth is tension arrives when nearer. &lt;em&gt;Ako mula pa last week tensyonado na. 'Di nga ako nakapagsimba. Lalaban pa rin sa test kahit pagod.&lt;/em&gt; Our periodical exams fires like a bullet&lt;em&gt; kung dumating. Siguro para samin kasi, di namin namamalayan sa sobrang busy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/1052/1600/alip.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/1052/320/alip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ala akong pera ngayon kaya tigil muna the whole week sa pag-ispend ng time sa cafe. Well, except kung may maganda o masamang ibubulga dito sa bloggie ko!&lt;/em&gt; Heehee! Money can really be hard to earn worst is easy to spend. Haay, my P90 disappeared like burning cotton. I bought &lt;em&gt;tinapay&lt;/em&gt; just a while ago in the supermart, which did not even ate half of my money. What burned my money was my "&lt;em&gt;walang-tigil-na-house-hopping &lt;img src="http://fool.exler.ru/sm/bud.gif" /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;" (meron ba nun?) Hehe. I'm bound to loose my head &lt;img src="http://fool.exler.ru/sm/shar.gif" /&gt; when I get home! Yikes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uwi na ako! Baka 'di lang ulo ang maputol baka pati binti ko! Babayush! &lt;/em&gt;I really hope I could read more comments after I arrive in the cafe again! See ya...I'll not be posting for maybe a little time. Since my shool works got me soo busy and my time is really too short for the deadlines of my reports.&lt;img src="http://fool.exler.ru/sm/wink.gif" /&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/18665527-113731556342352715?l=licster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/feeds/113731556342352715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18665527&amp;postID=113731556342352715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113731556342352715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113731556342352715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/2006/01/enjoying-busy-ness-to-max.html' title='Enjoying BUSY-ness to the max!'/><author><name>miss_rockista_iya15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013608792329573364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527.post-113668833620918318</id><published>2006-01-07T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:50:20.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Wild for Adoration</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tumatakbo&lt;img src="http://www.smiliegenerator.de/s29/smilies-4858.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mojofly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Laging bigo laging sawi sa pag ibig&lt;br /&gt;Minamalas o kay sakit&lt;br /&gt;May balat nga ba ako sa pwet&lt;br /&gt;Mabuti pa ang tindera sa aming kanto&lt;br /&gt;Nakakaingit TL ang sweet nila ng&lt;br /&gt;Kaniyang nobyo&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko lang maranasan umibig&lt;br /&gt;Tamaan ni kupido&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko lang maranasan ang langit&lt;br /&gt;Tumibok muli ang puso ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumatakbo ang oras naiiwan na ako&lt;br /&gt;Ng panahon&lt;br /&gt;Di na nagbago bawat araw pare pareho parang kahapon&lt;br /&gt;Tumatakbo ang oras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May birthday cake ka nga&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit wala naman kandila&lt;br /&gt;May christmas tree na malupet&lt;br /&gt;Wala naman dekorasyong pansabit&lt;br /&gt;Sadyang ganyan ang aking buhay&lt;br /&gt;Walang kasing tamlay&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko sanang tumandang nagiisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumatakbo ang oras naiiwan na ako&lt;br /&gt;Ng panahon&lt;br /&gt;Di na nagbago bawat araw pare pareho parang kahapon&lt;br /&gt;Tumatakbo ang oras&lt;br /&gt;Tumatakbo ang oras&lt;br /&gt;Tatanggapin na lang ba ang malupit&lt;br /&gt;Na tadhana o kayay&lt;br /&gt;Tatanggapin na lang ba na akoy&lt;br /&gt;Sadyang hindi pinagpala&lt;br /&gt;Tigilan na ang drama&lt;br /&gt;Punasan na ang luha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumatakbo ang oras naiiwan na ako&lt;br /&gt;Ng panahon&lt;br /&gt;Di na nagbago bawat araw pare pareho parang kahapon&lt;br /&gt;Tumatakbo ang oras naiiwan na ako&lt;br /&gt;Ng panahon&lt;br /&gt;Di na nagbago bawat araw pare pareho parang kahapon&lt;br /&gt;Tumatakbo, tumatakbo,&lt;br /&gt;Tumatakbo naiiwan na ako&lt;br /&gt;Tumatakbo, tumatakbo,&lt;br /&gt;Tumatakbo naiiwan na ako&lt;br /&gt;Tumatakbo, tumatakbo,&lt;br /&gt;Tumatakbo naiiwan na ako"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my song of the moment.&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/k1yis1.gif" alt="Image hosting by TinyPic" /&gt; In fact, (&lt;em&gt;nakakahiya mang aminin&lt;/em&gt;) as always. &lt;em&gt;'Di nagbabago yan. Minsan akala ko 'di ko na uli aawitin yan. Ganun pa rin pala&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I admit I'm always in anxiety when it comes to love. Although there are times when love seems too easy when it comes, &lt;em&gt;walang-wala ka naman kung naiiwan ka, e ang tanong, &lt;strong&gt;saan ang easy dun?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Just like what "Tumatakbo" said, I'm left behind. I don't want to grow old without having saombody by my side, &lt;em&gt;(kasi naman ang damng guys diyan na akala ko sila na, 'di pa pala, &lt;/em&gt;I asked a sign sa prayers ko, and the sign showed up, but I guess it wasn't true)&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; But know what? I thought about it, I'm too young to have love problems, or to worry about it. It's just this experience, (that happend just yesterday at the tournament). Just when you thought somebody likes you, you fail to realize that he actually likes your close friend instead (You failed to do so, because you were so blind! &lt;em&gt;Huli ko lang kasi nalaman yung mga drop signs niya sa kaibigan ko, na ginagawa niya rin sakin)&lt;/em&gt;. I was like a dry leaf after I knew (and summed up), that I wasn't the one he really likes. What's frustrating is that I like him &lt;em&gt;na nga, minalas pa&lt;/em&gt;. I don't know why. He is my friend. He's there when I needed a little fun. He can give me a bit of comfort too. He makes me smile, and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's not too hard to decode the &lt;em&gt;drop signs.&lt;/em&gt; I got it all figured out...most especially when we're ALL together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/ju8uxl.gif" /&gt; Just like the way he held our hands (my pal and I). After all our matches, my friend and I lost our own matches. But he was KSP enough to congratulate us with our loss. But it was ok though. When he held my hand (first!), he said "congrats" to me and I felt something different from the way he gripped my hand. I dunnow..."I'm just not &lt;em&gt;sanay siguro&lt;/em&gt;, when a guy holds my hand-I'm not used to the holding-hands thing. &lt;em&gt;Naiilang ako.&lt;/em&gt;" But I let go of his hand at once and then after that &lt;em&gt;yung kamay naman nung friend ko yung hinawakan niya (Yung sinasabi ko na type niya)&lt;/em&gt;, but my friend wants to let go of her hand already, &lt;em&gt;pinigilan pa niya&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/ju8uxl.gif" /&gt; Another was &lt;em&gt;yung pangungulet niya.&lt;/em&gt; He's just fond of teasing me and my gal pal. He calls us names too. &lt;em&gt;Sakin ung name ng baril dun sa Counter-Strike, tapos yung sa friend ko naman e yung parang panghahanga. Tinatawag niya ako sa name ng baril dahil palagi akong napupuno ng pasa&lt;/em&gt;. Most especailly right after our sparing practice. I plead guilty! I do get offended sometimes, but I really don't care, as long &lt;em&gt;as pinapansin niya ako&lt;/em&gt;, and that explains that I exist. About his &lt;em&gt;pangungulit, we (my friend and I) &lt;/em&gt;noticed that the &lt;em&gt;asaran&lt;/em&gt; with my friend would last longer than his &lt;em&gt;asaran with me&lt;/em&gt;. You know the truth is my friend and I are not &lt;em&gt;sanay&lt;/em&gt; undergoing these love contact with the opposite sex. We do have crushes but it doesn't envolve the both of us in the scene. &lt;em&gt;Kaya 'di namin alam kung anong gagawin. &lt;/em&gt;I even think she likes him too. But it's okay, let's face the mundane truth that she might, although she denies it. (oops she might get mad if she reads this, but believe me. She won't). Telling her that I like the guy would be, "total-murder-suicide".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/ju8uxl.gif" /&gt; Lastly, I saw him coaching in my friend's game. He was from our TKD sister team (Both our teams have the same co-founders that's why). &lt;em&gt;Kinampihan niya yung friend ko sa championship game niya, against sa team mate niya na kalaban nung friend ko.&lt;/em&gt; He even gave important tactics to my friend who never listens to him. He was the coach&lt;em&gt; 'di ba? So siya din yung umupo dun sa upuan ng mag-cocoach.&lt;/em&gt; Pretty obvious &lt;em&gt;talaga&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ang totoo, &lt;/em&gt;it wouldn't be a problem, &lt;em&gt;kung 'di ko naman siya naiisip&lt;/em&gt;. I'm just pagod of falling and failing. So last night, I tried to write a song about what I had the whole day, but it wasn't worth it because I was &lt;em&gt;laos&lt;/em&gt; (I lost my voice from all the screaming for my team mates). How I wish I could create a piece like that of Mojofly's Tumatakbo. &lt;em&gt;Kaya rinereserba ko pa yung mga "kagagahan" ko ngayon para naman may maisulat akong lyrics sa kantang gagawin ko. Mas maganda kasi yung mga kantang nagagawa ko kapag "BIGO" ako e.&lt;/em&gt; Yes! Really true! I'm used to making songs when I'm mad/sad/frustrated/disturbed or whatever that puts a frown on my smiling face. With every dilemma that I live through, I wouldn't believe that the songs that I can make are made up of fake lyrics nor forged. All those are true and from the heart...and wherever the problem is, that's where my heart sings.&lt;img src="http://www.schildersmilies.de/schilder/need_vac.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18665527-113668833620918318?l=licster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/feeds/113668833620918318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18665527&amp;postID=113668833620918318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113668833620918318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113668833620918318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/2006/01/running-wild-for-adoration.html' title='Running Wild for Adoration'/><author><name>miss_rockista_iya15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013608792329573364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527.post-113636301268289429</id><published>2006-01-04T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:50:20.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wuzzup Huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/1052/1600/ssc%204%20tj.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1520/1052/320/ssc%204%20tj.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't wait to watch "Forbidden Love". My classmates were going &lt;em&gt;gaga&lt;/em&gt; over korean hunk, Jo Hyeon Jae! &lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/jrz9qw.gif" /&gt; Well I had to admit I'm an addict to. Avid viewer to be exact. I can't get enough of the romantic scenes...too tempting to watch, and Mom even tried to knock me off the sala just to study (guess she noticed that I haven't touched my notes for more than a week already).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walang gaanong balita sa life ko exept sa mga upcoming events na gagawin ko.&lt;/em&gt; I've got a whole bunch of "to-do's" to get done. Like my research paper, deadline is before the 19th and we haven't gathered our research data for a long time already. (actually, I just finished editing our questionnaire! Yikes, patay!). I'm getting ready for the tourn tomorrow. It's in Guimaras. I'll be seeing my pals from Sta. Barbara, not to mention some opponents too. I've got a leeteel pwoblem...my period arrived! &lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/jrz9si.gif" /&gt; Shocking! Got no choice but to beat those guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, by the way, I received another chain email from friendster and it says "pass this on to blah blah blah people...", I'm always known for breaking chain messages. Even through text. It's eating up my time. You know what? Don't fall for it, any chain message received does not measure your &lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;swerte". I'm 99.9% sure! Like the one with the "die-family thing"? Hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, who will be my inspiration for tomorrow? I guess, nobody again. I'd better spend my hours meditating alone than be insecure about my fight tomorrow. Prayer is more powerful, it's a weapon. And oh, I promised last time that I wouldn't cry again, coz if I did I'd loose! I lost many matches already, too many because I chickened out! Wish I could turn back everything that I've done with my tourns. Time to change my routines everytime there would be a competition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me, am I happy about something? (Got reasons for my everyday smiles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm happy about jamming with my friends today. I brought&lt;br /&gt;"Murdah", my guitar at school today. Regie Ann had it "&lt;em&gt;ayus",&lt;/em&gt; because&lt;br /&gt;it went a bit out of tune after the Christmas Party last year. We sang a lot of&lt;br /&gt;the smashing hits of the &lt;em&gt;never-forgotten band, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Eraserheads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. I wanted to revive&lt;br /&gt;their songs just like the OPM artists that's doing it now. Actually, we started&lt;br /&gt;reviving their songs in school in the First Grading Period. We were happy about&lt;br /&gt;the album, "UltraElectroMagnetic Jam" that has been released just a few months&lt;br /&gt;ago! I instantly bought the album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Speaking of the Eraserheads, I was so happy seeing Ely Buendia &lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/jrzgbk.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/jrzjbb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(lead-vocalist of the e-heads) on Home Boy. I pretended to be sick just&lt;br /&gt;this morning. (I watched the "Maalaala Mo Kaya" episode last night and it was&lt;br /&gt;heart-thumping! It captured my senses, that love isn't just about the&lt;br /&gt;outside.&lt;em&gt; Nakita ko kng pano nagkandarapa ang guy dun sa girl na may Polio.&lt;br /&gt;May sakit yung girl at 'di makapaglakad ng maayos.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Grabe yung&lt;br /&gt;sinakripisyo ng lalaki sa kanya ha.)&lt;/em&gt; So I ended up waking up too late this&lt;br /&gt;morning. &lt;em&gt;Inatake pa ako ng asthma ko kagabi, kaya di na ako nakatulog ng&lt;br /&gt;mahimbing&lt;/em&gt;. But even though I was absent, it was all worth it. Really! I saw&lt;br /&gt;Cueshe, Rico J. Puno, Sponge Cola and the other bands that revived he&lt;br /&gt;eraserhead's greatest tracks on TV playing my most fave songs from the e-heads.&lt;br /&gt;What was surprising was seeing "Ely" on the screen again! He looked more "pogi"&lt;br /&gt;from the last time I saw him. He was such a great composer, very relating &lt;em&gt;yung mga songs niya&lt;/em&gt;. Like if I have plenty of problems, it's just a&lt;br /&gt;button away on my player, it would comfort me from whatever weird,&lt;br /&gt;unexplainable, unhappy feeling that I have. (Ssshh...I think I have a crush on&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Buendia right now) Hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Lastly, I'm happy cause it's friday. My all time fave day!&lt;br /&gt;No-class tomorrow! You guys know what? I'm feeling a bit uneasy right now. I&lt;br /&gt;mean why am I not so worried about tomorrow. Besides from not having enough&lt;br /&gt;practice, I'm in a bad condition and...a bad mood right now. I still can't&lt;br /&gt;feel any tension about tomorrow. &lt;em&gt;Nasobrahan ata ng kakapanood at kakakinig&lt;br /&gt;sa music ng Eraserheads&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Yan tuloy, "No&lt;br /&gt;Worries"&lt;/strong&gt; Ahahaha! &lt;em&gt;NaManhid tuloy ako!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&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/18665527-113636301268289429?l=licster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/feeds/113636301268289429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18665527&amp;postID=113636301268289429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113636301268289429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113636301268289429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/2006/01/wuzzup-huh.html' title='Wuzzup Huh?'/><author><name>miss_rockista_iya15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013608792329573364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527.post-113610946600544565</id><published>2006-01-01T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:50:20.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions Resovled?</title><content type='html'>I'm have not fully recovered! My throat aches and my body wants to rest for a while from all my day-outs! I'm so full of stress. Well at least I de-stressed a bit by watching my all-time fave movie "The Ice Princess" (I'm a Disney girl that's why; I can relate much in the movie too). If I were to be asked in a beauty pageant about changing something about me? It would probably take the whole hour of the pageant if I could name all the things that I wanted to change about myself! Hmm...so this new year I'm changing...half of my list (note: these were some resolutions I failed to accomplish years before!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To be &lt;strong&gt;Matipid&lt;/strong&gt;. It's those hours of non-stop internet surfing that's driving my parents nuts, making my wallet empty and burning my hours alive! I haven't got enough surfing and blogging and everything that I can do online!&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/ji24h3.gif" /&gt; I'm such a friendly blogger that's why! I feel bad everytime I can't touch the PC in a day! I can't greet my online buds, update my blog and open my friendster! But this year I'm gonna make it, big time! Big time for studying and doing my research work (as always expected by my research partner who's been whinning about me not helping her sometimes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have to be &lt;strong&gt;more responsible&lt;/strong&gt;. Yep you guys read it alright! Responsible as in! I'm a bit of a no-care-cat! I don't care about anything that's happening at home. As long as I spend my internet surfin' sessions I can't stop it! It's like a disease!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Stay indoors,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;more of indoors. The 'rents can't handle me going in and out of the house. Everytime they hear the door bang, they get irritated a lot. They knew it, I'm going to the cafe again. (F.Y.I: my Mom made me was my own clothes, iron them and wash my own dish from now on; she said I needed it for collage) Shucks!&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/jjb75x.gif" /&gt; It's gonna make me even sicker than ever! But anyway, look on the brightside! I'll be a trained 'lil girl by the end of it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Give 4x extra effort on my &lt;strong&gt;studies&lt;/strong&gt;...every student I'm sure has this resolution by this year. Specially us graduating studs. &lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/jjb7fr.gif" /&gt; I know it's gonna be pretty hard in the end if I don't get started (start getting serious about my studies).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Be more &lt;strong&gt;"ME"&lt;/strong&gt; this year. It's normal. Sometimes we play pretend. But after I had my serious blog right here (which is "LICster"), I'm beginning to be more like myself. It's like letting out what you feel and learning a lot of things from other bloggers too. Share my emotions and all that I've been up to! It's making me complete everytime I tell someone about how I feel. And I had an advice from friendly blogger &lt;strong&gt;chynes&lt;/strong&gt;, thank you once again. She said something about keeping it real and not trying to make an effort &lt;em&gt;para mapansin&lt;/em&gt;. It's worthless. Tested and proven. (Read my post on "what?!" to know more about what I'm talking about; read the comments too!). This year I promise to really say what I want and tell everyone how grateful I am to be ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Never say the word: &lt;strong&gt;"Joke!". &lt;/strong&gt;As I was reading through the pages of the Bible, I read a line from one of Solomon's Proverbs (I think). I can't memorize it but it says something about telling lies; and that's through pretending that what mean-thing you've said was just a joke. Example, if I tell you that you have the world's ugliest hairdo (which is obviously true-for example), then I say the word "Joke!" just so &lt;em&gt;mabawi ko yung sinabi ko sayo &lt;/em&gt;at first; but truth is, what I said was true! Oh the shame...I've done it a gazillion times before! I confessed right after I read the line!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these are just some of the things that I wanted to change about me this yaer. Hope &lt;em&gt;mabawasan ko yung sungay ko!&lt;/em&gt; Ahahaha! Everyone of just has something to change, but it's not everytime we dislike oursleves we have to change it! No, don't do that! We just need to lesses the bad habit, the good and bad stuffs we do are the things that describe who we are. (READ: NOBODY'S PERFECT) It's a cliche, I know, you guys have read it countless times. And another thing, if our bad habits don't exist? The word &lt;strong&gt;"SORRY"&lt;/strong&gt; won't be said.&lt;strong&gt; Happy New Year everyone!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18665527-113610946600544565?l=licster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/feeds/113610946600544565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18665527&amp;postID=113610946600544565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113610946600544565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113610946600544565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/2006/01/resolutions-resovled.html' title='Resolutions Resovled?'/><author><name>miss_rockista_iya15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013608792329573364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527.post-113582838339965117</id><published>2005-12-28T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:50:20.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tagged by Chloe!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover.&lt;br /&gt;Need to mention the sex of the target. tag 8 victims to join this game and leave a comment on their comments saying they've been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;If tagged the second time there's no need to post again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Target:&lt;/strong&gt; DreamGuy (male)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My recipe my ultimate dreamboy: (I created my own style!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;100 tablespoons of Down-to-earth-ness&lt;/strong&gt;, everybody knows I hate show-offs and wanna-bes.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;200 cups of Creativeness&lt;/strong&gt;, I love guys who knows how to woo his girl using his wits and creativity.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;It's better to add his talent of playing a musical instrument&lt;/strong&gt;, may it be flutes, violyns, drums, but most preferrable, the guitar. Hmm, it's better if he can blurt a tune, the right way too! I usually fall for guys having very nice voices.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;A dust of Honesty,&lt;/strong&gt; now who wouldn't want an honest bf? &lt;em&gt;Kapag he posseses this characteristic, surely he's for keeps!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;1 bowl of Loyalty&lt;/strong&gt;, I just need him to stick to three...and that would be me, myself and I. I'm a bit of the possesive type. (may pagka-selosa din minsan) Well he may have crushes, but sana TV personality lang. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Add more Humor, humor, humor&lt;/strong&gt;, plus points yun pagnapangiti mo ang isang girl.&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;And a bit of &lt;em&gt;Lambing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, if I was somebody's gf? I would cuddle in his arms the whole day we're together. I love to hug, squeeze, pinch, kiss, punch my bf if i had one! I'm too playful!&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Lastly, a spoonful of religiousness&lt;/strong&gt;, every girl likes God-fearing boys. After all, we owe every characteristic we have to HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Victims &lt;em&gt;ko&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://highwizard.colors.at"&gt;Ands&lt;/a&gt;, &gt;&lt;a href="http://blissandheaven.has.it"&gt;Kate&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://jenprincess.blogspot.com"&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://mysentimentalside.blogspot.com"&gt;Nika&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://wacky2wacky4u.blogspot.com"&gt;Giannina&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://hanmae.tk"&gt;Hanmae&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://arikelbishounen.cjb.net"&gt;Arikel&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://lalapotpot14.blogspot.com"&gt;Johanna&lt;/a&gt;, hope maisend niyo to sa iba pang bloggers sa net!! happy new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18665527-113582838339965117?l=licster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/feeds/113582838339965117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18665527&amp;postID=113582838339965117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113582838339965117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113582838339965117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/2005/12/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged!'/><author><name>miss_rockista_iya15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013608792329573364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527.post-113560788984770380</id><published>2005-12-26T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:50:20.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What?!</title><content type='html'>Have you fallen in love with an enemy? I knew he was cute (TAKE NOTE: he's not the guy who bullied me 4 years ago nor the passinhon who's related to my classmate). &lt;em&gt;Ang sama nga lang ng ugali! Ubod pa ng KULET!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/j76iig.gif" /&gt; I hated him ever since. &lt;em&gt;Kasi alam ko sikat siya sa larangan ng &lt;strong&gt;"PAGPAIYAK NG BABAE"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;isa pa, hambog minsan! Kainis! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/j76is9.gif" /&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Never did I thought &lt;em&gt;na magpapaloko pa ako sa LOKONG yun!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Nainis&lt;br /&gt;tuloy ako sa sarili ko! &lt;/em&gt;Why did I have to fall for that guy? Besides being &lt;em&gt;manloloko&lt;/em&gt;, he's a bit of a klypto too! Ssshhh!&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/j76kwp.gif" /&gt; Waaak! Fallen for a klyptomaniac!&lt;br /&gt;Eeeks! &lt;em&gt;Uy, joke lang! Arte ko lang yun!&lt;/em&gt; I've got nothing to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;I believe he has changed. From the time he joined the Divine Mercy (a religious&lt;br /&gt;org), who won't be transformed from complete evilness to a goody-goody angel?&lt;br /&gt;What can I say, he might have changed...well, at least a bit. &lt;em&gt;Kasi nakita ko&lt;br /&gt;yun the way niya akong pinansin! &lt;/em&gt;And &lt;em&gt;ang tanga ko talaga! &lt;/em&gt;I gave&lt;br /&gt;him a big "&lt;strong&gt;NGYEK&lt;/strong&gt;" as a reply &lt;em&gt;sa greeting niya!&lt;/em&gt; Gulays &lt;strong&gt;talaga&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;em&gt;Ako pa &lt;strong&gt;REYNA NG SABLAY ATA AKO!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I wish he was my close friend. I want to understand him. Nobody says he was a best-friend material. Admit it...he is cute, he had braces or retainer or whatever I don't care. He turned out to be cuter &lt;em&gt;pa wearing those&lt;/em&gt;. He was wearing a cap, a jacket &lt;em&gt;at naka skateboard pants pa siya ha?!&lt;/em&gt; He's punkish too and he loves computer! like me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another thing, I was with a friend. I suppose she knew and it was obvious how I reacted after. &lt;em&gt;As in napalingon talaga ako sa kanya. &lt;strong&gt;Half of my body twisted and turned back at him as he passed by.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; My prob? Can't keep it real! I think I was the only gurl whom he thought &lt;em&gt;Maldita&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;Snobby&lt;/em&gt;. Stop it! my conscience it making me deaf!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I ain't born to flirt! &lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/j76nnb.gif" /&gt;I've got no plans on flirting with him just to catch his attention! &lt;em&gt;Ang totoo,&lt;/em&gt;  I want him to notice me, but not through flirting. Hate it. If possible? I wouldn't do it just to make his head turn. But honestly? I want to get to know him. The &lt;strong&gt;REAL him&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I suppose he's not another empty cookie jar &lt;em&gt;na ala nanaman akong makuha sa kanya kundi luha, kasi nga alang laman yung cookie jar di ba?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tanong ko lang sana sa mga makakabasa nitong post ko. Pwede niyo akong mabigyan ng advice on how to get closer to this guy I fancy? And he happens to be one of those people whom I really wanted to avoid everytime we meet&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/18665527-113560788984770380?l=licster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/feeds/113560788984770380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18665527&amp;postID=113560788984770380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113560788984770380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113560788984770380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/2005/12/what.html' title='What?!'/><author><name>miss_rockista_iya15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013608792329573364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527.post-113551169909359760</id><published>2005-12-25T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:50:20.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Gift? Wee time!</title><content type='html'>Hi Friends. Kate and I were just having our christmas Ho-hos! I talked to her sa Ym and guess what? 'Di ko alam what's with her at linagay ung YM na paint thingy (dunno the exact name) and ginuhit ung christmas blues away! I love her work! So I asked her to have it uploaded. At eto pala yun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Presenting Kate's latest artwork! Ahaha! Ganda dba? (Kayo na ang humusga ha??) Pass me the comments okay?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/j61r89.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ayos di ba? I love it! And to Kate: &lt;em&gt;"TY sa lahat, lahat ng itinuro mo tungkol sa blogs! I just wanna Wish you could spend the merriest Christmas this year and the following years! Hope na maging magkaibigan pa tayo even if we're old na! We'll be the prettiest and coolest senior citizens alive ahahaha! Happy Christmas! MWaz!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/18665527-113551169909359760?l=licster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/feeds/113551169909359760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18665527&amp;postID=113551169909359760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113551169909359760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113551169909359760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/2005/12/another-gift-wee-time.html' title='Another Gift? Wee time!'/><author><name>miss_rockista_iya15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013608792329573364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527.post-113548497890142848</id><published>2005-12-24T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:50:20.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Nga!</title><content type='html'>At last I felt Christmas &lt;em&gt;na! &lt;/em&gt;I thought bale wala lang 'to this year! It turned out to be a good celebration din naman. Last night, was wierd. My legs were aching like &lt;strong&gt;HELL&lt;/strong&gt;! Gulays! Ouch, it really hurt! My parents had to do the pray over just to ease the pain. &lt;em&gt;Sinipon pa ako. Sabi ng daddy bunga daw yun ng mga kasalanang pinag-gagawa ko&lt;/em&gt;. Think, think? &lt;em&gt;May nagawa nga ako na kasalanan, di ko namalayan! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/j5w7qe.gif" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Kainis naman!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Nagdamot ako ng tsokolate at libro kagabi!&lt;/em&gt; Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another mistake? Yesterday, I wanted a little fun. I went to Angel's, &lt;em&gt;kumain ng maraming spaghetti&lt;/em&gt; with Shelly. &lt;em&gt;Binuking ko pa yung instructor namin.&lt;/em&gt; Then we all decided to go to Shelly's &lt;em&gt;para mag-dinner dun. Sabi ni Sir e.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ako pa game na game ako sa kainan! Food Trip!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/j5w9av.gif" /&gt; Hehe. I don't wanna go home yet! I'm to tired to stay at home. &lt;em&gt;Baliktad ata ano?&lt;/em&gt; I just love the outdoors! Last night, the 'rents and my brothers had to dine without me. I told them to do so, so that &lt;em&gt;'di na sila maghintay hanggang alas dose&lt;/em&gt;. So, I still enjoyed exchanging stories with other taekwondo jins &lt;em&gt;kina Shelly. Dad texted me to go home. &lt;/em&gt;Guess what I did? I reasoned out. Since it's brown out...I told them "&lt;em&gt;Dad mauna na kayo, maya pa ako uuwi kasi walang tryci. Alang tao sa daan baka ma-rape pa ako."&lt;/em&gt; Ngyaks! My reasons always work. So yun na. &lt;em&gt;HIndi nanaman nakinig si Miss-Take.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's what I have to say this Christmas:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this is always the most awaited time of the year, I'm making the most out of it. Family and friends and I would never forget our corny reunions with our relatives. The Christmas lights flickering in our city park. And endless greetings! How could I forget gifts! Even the simpest gift can make me feel that it's christmas! At first I thought that it was hopeless to make christmas FUN and memorable. But I did realized that it was an individual's choice if he wants to make is Christmas merry. despite the problems and misunderstandings between you and the world, Christmas will be there, come what may! Making my christmas happy is my choice. If I choose to be depressed this christmas then it's my own decision. But since I'm UP and GOING, why make it gloomy when you can make it happy??&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18665527-113548497890142848?l=licster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/feeds/113548497890142848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18665527&amp;postID=113548497890142848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113548497890142848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113548497890142848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-nga.html' title='Christmas Nga!'/><author><name>miss_rockista_iya15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013608792329573364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527.post-113533137882050782</id><published>2005-12-23T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:50:20.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks sa Gift Jen!</title><content type='html'>Here's a gift mula kay Jen! Ahaha Thank You. At least nabawasan mo yung emotional fever ko ngayon! Ahaha Ty talaga nakatulong yung gift mo! Wish ko sayo dami pa visits sa blog mo, saka dadami pa friends mo! TY talaga for being one of my blogger pals! Happy Christmas Jen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img422.imageshack.us/img422/1166/gift4iya1ac6ad.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18665527-113533137882050782?l=licster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/feeds/113533137882050782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18665527&amp;postID=113533137882050782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113533137882050782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113533137882050782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/2005/12/thanks-sa-gift-jen.html' title='Thanks sa Gift Jen!'/><author><name>miss_rockista_iya15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013608792329573364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527.post-113533105620332278</id><published>2005-12-23T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:50:20.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry-galo ba?</title><content type='html'>Happy am I? Maybe. &lt;em&gt;Lungkot pa rin&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Dumating dito sa cafe kanina si Fede (classmate ko). Sabi niya hindi niya daw naramdaman Christmas.&lt;/em&gt; Same here. I thought I would spend the best Christmas this year since I'm graduating, maybe I could celebrate with a blast or something. Looks like &lt;em&gt;nagkaproblema pa kami ngayon sa pera. Walang mahanap na pera ngayon si &lt;/em&gt;Mommy &lt;em&gt;good &lt;/em&gt;thing my blog's here&lt;em&gt;. Kung hindi, wala nanaman akong may ipaglalabasan &lt;/em&gt;ng &lt;em&gt;feelings ko para sa pasko. &lt;/em&gt;How could I ever celebrate Christmas now? &lt;em&gt;Lalo na ngayon na may problema family ko&lt;/em&gt;. My brothers? Feel na Feel ang Pasko naku naman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see I'm used to my regular night outs...&lt;strong&gt;Before&lt;/strong&gt;! But now, no night-outs-with-friends for me so I stay home watch TV then sleep. Then I wake up, chillin' eat breakfast, wash the dishes, help Mom (when I can), watch the house for my parents, talk to &lt;em&gt;Murdah&lt;/em&gt; my guitar (you guys must think I'm crazy, no I am really talkin to it), watch Game K N ba?...that's it. And in the afternoon, I'm allowed to stay outdoors. The only place I can be in...here, blogging &lt;em&gt;sa &lt;/em&gt;cafe.&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/izuw4o" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's where I met Fede, all her rants about her parents not letting her out of their four walls. Our Taekwondo Instructor, Sir Victor, typing something again. Don't care what. &lt;em&gt;Sinisipon ata. Kanina pa tong umu-ubo dito e.&lt;/em&gt; I smell something. Something I won't like...I think he's going out tonight with my fellow jins. I wouldn't wanna miss all the &lt;strong&gt;LIBRE&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;FUN&lt;/strong&gt;. But so sad to say, had to. My parents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, anybody who reads this post would say. "&lt;em&gt;Ano ba yan ba't ang drama naman ni Iya? Parang Night-Out lang mukhang mamamatay na?!"&lt;/em&gt; Ahaha Truth is &lt;em&gt;ganun talaga ako&lt;/em&gt;. Let's say &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Likas na Malungkutin&lt;/strong&gt; kung minsan.&lt;/em&gt; Especially if I miss moments...&lt;strong&gt;EXCITING&lt;/strong&gt; moments. I'm the queen of Fun. Miss I-want-more-fun. Present! It feels like living everyday as if it was your last day in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish Dad would let me sleep &lt;em&gt;kina Tita&lt;/em&gt;. I wanna be with my cousins. I'm away from home. Away from trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Magugulat nga kayo&lt;/em&gt;. Not every blogger online loves to say something really nice everytime they post. It just so happend that in my case, I'm experiencing complete depression ngayon. &lt;em&gt;Sana wala nang may mag-away sa bahay&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Malungkot&lt;/strong&gt; ang pasko pag may away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I really wanted to be with my friends all the time. Coz with them? All smiles. Frowns and tears weren't allowed. With what I'm experiencing right now. I learn how to value friendship. How priceless friends can be. &lt;em&gt;Parang pag tumawag ka sa kanila libre yung attention&lt;/em&gt;. Wala silang presyo pagdating sa tulungan! At ngayong pasko? I'm pouring out my prayers not only for my family pero para din sa kanila.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18665527-113533105620332278?l=licster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/feeds/113533105620332278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18665527&amp;postID=113533105620332278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113533105620332278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113533105620332278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-galo-ba.html' title='Merry-galo ba?'/><author><name>miss_rockista_iya15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013608792329573364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527.post-113524826845173664</id><published>2005-12-22T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:50:20.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas?</title><content type='html'>It feels weird. Promise! I can't feel Christmas at all. I ain't hiddin' anything &lt;em&gt;pero wala akong nararamdaman&lt;/em&gt;. Christmas is suppose to be about giving, forgiving, understanding and loving one another. I got mad with dad yesterday. &lt;em&gt;Nagalit ako sa kanya kahapon.&lt;/em&gt; He wouldn't let me out of the house. I became a slow poke &lt;em&gt;sa latest happenings sa city&lt;/em&gt;. I'm a city girl in our place. I don't stay at home. Well at least I did just this morning and spent the rest of the day in the cafe. Guess what? I saw my crush...cutie in pink!&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/iyk8ir.gif" /&gt; I almost fainted after seeing him. He I go again...&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mind actually since I got my brows shaped yesterday for FREE! Courtesy of my Mom's ex-classmate! Tee Hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote another song &lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/iyk94x.gif" /&gt;and this time I hit the notes right! I can't find the right title for it yet but I didn't expect that it would appear to be a good tune! Pwomise! &lt;em&gt;Sana maparinig ko to sa mga friends ko&lt;/em&gt;. It's about defeat and asking help from GOD. Yes, Christian song &lt;em&gt;po ito mga tsong.&lt;/em&gt; I like the tune. Actually I was paging through my trusty songbook and I found a set of chords without lyrics. So I decided to try making a tune and give it a message. I was so pleased with my work! Whoo at last a song with sense to add to my collection of senseless songs! Ahaha! Now I'm finding ways &lt;em&gt;para makipag peace sa mga kaibigan na nagtampo sa akin&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Nabawi lang yung frown sa mukha ko nung namigay ako ng mga pasalubong sa iba pang bloggers na binibisita ko tuwing online ako.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got another stupid story! Since it's my blog I can tell everybody how stupid I can be sometimes. Hee hee. I don't cry over non-sense. Just last night I did! Ahaha. There was this girl from tagum city...text me up. She said she was looking for a guy textmate. We ended up talking about my depression. You see I was so depressed last night. Nobody knows how depressing I can be sometimes. I felt alone since dad won't let me out. So there, I ended up reminiscing about last christmas. I met a guy in the game Ragnarok, we went well as friends and let's not deny it, mutual pals. Every night he would text me and tell me corny lines. Touching really! I missed those times we've spent last year. Now I'm alone. No guy pals around. Wish I could somehow share this christmas with a special someone.&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/iyl7gn.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18665527-113524826845173664?l=licster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/feeds/113524826845173664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18665527&amp;postID=113524826845173664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113524826845173664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113524826845173664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas?'/><author><name>miss_rockista_iya15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013608792329573364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527.post-113523876743042828</id><published>2005-12-21T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:50:20.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eto ung pasalubong ko para sa mga mahal kong bloggers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img374.imageshack.us/img374/9463/winky4iq.jpg" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&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/18665527-113523876743042828?l=licster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/feeds/113523876743042828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18665527&amp;postID=113523876743042828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113523876743042828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113523876743042828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/2005/12/eto-ung-pasalubong-ko-para-sa-mga.html' title=''/><author><name>miss_rockista_iya15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013608792329573364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527.post-113514117864605355</id><published>2005-12-20T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:50:19.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Chloe!</title><content type='html'>I love this stuff from miss chloe! I visited her site at binigyan niya ako ng gift! I like it talaga! MERRY CHRISTMASS DIN CHLOE! Hope to get in touch with you palagi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="A gift from chloe" src="http://tinypic.com/ix9vt5.gif" align="center" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Bunga nga pagiging palakaibigan ko! I wanna spread the Spirit of Christmas. Ganda nung pic na ginawa mo Chloe! I really appreciate you tagging back sa site! and thanks for linking me sa site mo. Visit ko palagi site mo! Go Gurl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18665527-113514117864605355?l=licster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/feeds/113514117864605355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18665527&amp;postID=113514117864605355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113514117864605355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113514117864605355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/2005/12/thanks-chloe.html' title='Thanks Chloe!'/><author><name>miss_rockista_iya15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013608792329573364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527.post-113491726828209240</id><published>2005-12-18T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:50:19.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Glittergraphics.us - Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics, MySpace layouts" src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/t.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glittergraphics.us - Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics, MySpace layouts" src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/a.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glittergraphics.us - Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics, MySpace layouts" src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/e.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glittergraphics.us - Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics, MySpace layouts" src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/k.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glittergraphics.us - Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics, MySpace layouts" src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/w.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glittergraphics.us - Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics, MySpace layouts" src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/o.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glittergraphics.us - Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics, MySpace layouts" src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/n.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glittergraphics.us - Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics, MySpace layouts" src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/d.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glittergraphics.us - Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics, MySpace layouts" src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/o.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glittergraphics.us - Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics, MySpace layouts" src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/j.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glittergraphics.us - Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics, MySpace layouts" src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/i.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="Glittergraphics.us - Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics, MySpace layouts" src="http://mi7.bpcdn.us/xoxa/n.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just lost sa laro kahapon. Just when I thought mananalo na si Angel sa laro niya kanina hindi pala.&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/iqaq3c.gif" /&gt; Naging melodramatic tuloy ang tema. Think about this, hindi ako nagpractice. Tapos mananalo lang ako?! 'Di tama yun sa mga ibang athletes. I prayed so hard yesterday. Na sana manalo ako, since the tournament offers a academic scholarship para sa mga makakakuha ng GOLD. I lost I only got bronze. It's okay 'coz Honey and Janine got GOLD for the team! Their so great. Honey was just...umm...over reacting over the fact that she's not ayus with Rigil, one of our team mates. We Jins all know why it's BAWAL to be in love with our fellow jin.&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/iqaqvp.gif" /&gt; Hay bahala sila.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So anyway, after drinking lots of Red Bull and a whole bunch of prayers, I couldn't imagine myself being crushed by their attacks. jeez&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/iqasfb.gif" /&gt; no black eyes here! My classmates knew this was for them. Kaya siguro 'di sila masyadong nag-react. Nakita ko si Alvin kanina, wow pretty in red...hehe. I cried so hard for my matches. I'm too scared! Like my enemies were&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/iqast3.gif" /&gt; whoa! Grabe!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Manang Keith was there too. She inspired me to DO it! I had to fight back and give my Herculian Kicks &lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/iqat93.gif" /&gt;! Before my first match she called out on me and looked at me straight in the eye. Then she nodded. I knew what she meant. It's Do or Die. Two things to decide, I fight and lose or lose without fighting. Actually it was a good thing that I won my first match. My next match was Tin-tin. I knew that ir my opponent would talk to me I'd lose. Well, she did. And I lost just as I have expected. It was more okay than seeing Ong beat me dead on the mat. (Ong beat me once in the new face TKD match in Gaisano). After my defeat, I swore that I wouldn't play again. That there was no chance for me in winning my upcoming matches.&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/iqbekk.gif" /&gt; No one could tell if I could grab gold on my next match! I'm gonna fight back!&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/18665527-113491726828209240?l=licster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/feeds/113491726828209240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18665527&amp;postID=113491726828209240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113491726828209240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113491726828209240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-just-lost-sa-laro-kahapon.html' title=''/><author><name>miss_rockista_iya15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013608792329573364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527.post-113452252841528174</id><published>2005-12-13T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:50:19.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We won, we won! I thought I'd be frustrated after a ONE day practice for our eyptian dance for our CYBER day!&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/ilm99z.gif" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" /&gt; I thought we lost it...it's our last year in HS and we almost lost. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hindi pala&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, kasi malayo yung scores sa ranking ng contenders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I am so pleased with my classmates! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dun ko na prove na MAHAL NA MAHAL ko talaga sila! &lt;/span&gt;We've been together since first year. We fought a lot of times. All the aches and backbites never ended.&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/ilva8g.gif" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fourth year na kami and &lt;/span&gt;we still have petty fights. It becomes heart-numbing when we play childish quarrels. But it was okay &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kasi sometimes I start the fight naman&lt;/span&gt;. But I am aware of my actions. I just hope &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mahaba-haba pa ang pasensya nila sa akin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just yeasterday...I can conclude that I really have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;malasakit for them&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/ilvbis.gif" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" /&gt; And I love them so dearly especially those who treasured me the most. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pinagsisisihan ko naman ang mga pinaggagawa ko sa kanila.&lt;/span&gt; I knew I backbited them and made fun of them sometimes. But because of what I have done...I loved them more.&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/ilvdkn.gif" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18665527-113452252841528174?l=licster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/feeds/113452252841528174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18665527&amp;postID=113452252841528174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113452252841528174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113452252841528174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/2005/12/we-won-we-won-i-thought-id-be.html' title=''/><author><name>miss_rockista_iya15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013608792329573364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527.post-113410407527881801</id><published>2005-12-08T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:50:19.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>copycat daw??</title><content type='html'>Ok so I admit that I take some ideas from other sites, but it never meant that I took all stuffs on their site. Anybody wo got pissed off? Well, sorry, 'coz I know I should be. But also keep in mind that my work is my work not anybody's. I also worked hard for it and recycled my ideas in making my blog. It's not about copying somebody's layout, it's getting ideas. So next time somebody steps into my blog and whines about copycats then they'ed better leave. They shouldn't act as if their the only bloggers on the net. But of course I'd really like to extend my apology to those who got pissed off...I'm not insensitive you know.&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/id64wp.gif" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, check my references and links. Some links are my friends' site they're not my references.&lt;br /&gt;I discovered a new software for making images&lt;strong&gt; FROM SCRATCH&lt;/strong&gt;! I'm going to make it on my own and show whoever that person was, that I can be original too even if she says I'm not so.&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/id64pu.gif" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny feeling talaga! Nakakatuwa ang mga nansusumbat! They challenge me!&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/id653n.gif" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18665527-113410407527881801?l=licster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/feeds/113410407527881801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18665527&amp;postID=113410407527881801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113410407527881801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113410407527881801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/2005/12/copycat-daw.html' title='copycat daw??'/><author><name>miss_rockista_iya15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013608792329573364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527.post-113392791949407463</id><published>2005-12-06T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:50:19.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free day today</title><content type='html'>Hey back again! I'm spending my free time bloghopping right now. Since &lt;em&gt;ala akong magawa&lt;/em&gt; free internet pa naman sa school. Most of my classmates have been spending their time sleeping. &lt;em&gt;May nakahilerang mga foam dun sa loob ng room &lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/ibdq37.gif" /&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Sleep Trip nanaman &lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/ibdq9f.gif" /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Mark started it again...&lt;em&gt;nanonood ng XXX.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/ibdruu.gif" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;haaay naku&lt;/em&gt;...Ano pa ba? I dunno &lt;em&gt;kung ok &lt;/em&gt;pa rin si Keith ngayon. Yeah nakakamiss siya kausap. It's almost a month na di na siya nagtitext.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parating pla ang mga contenders sa RPC-regional press-con...saya..dami nanamang "&lt;em&gt;eye-candy&lt;/em&gt;" dito tomorrow! ahaha!&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/ibdsmh.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw it! Promise, I saw it! I saw the sign! It's this guy I fancy since 2nd year. I asked 3 signs if he's really the one. Well I found two to be true...I'm waiting for one last sign. Then, he's mine!&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/ibeu5x.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakita ko siya kahapon. Well being branded as the cutest guy on the campus...he's got the IT factor to be the next crush ng bayan. I didn't dare to deny it. He is adorable, too adorable to be true. He's not my crush but I know it's a different thing if you call it love. HELP I need love doctor 911! Corny na eh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18665527-113392791949407463?l=licster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/feeds/113392791949407463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18665527&amp;postID=113392791949407463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113392791949407463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113392791949407463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/2005/12/free-day-today.html' title='Free day today'/><author><name>miss_rockista_iya15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013608792329573364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527.post-113334200405279578</id><published>2005-11-30T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:50:19.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate dem fwendz</title><content type='html'>I'm so frustrated...hay naku feeling ko ala na akong may masabi na maganda ngayon. Kasi pAanu...they're starting again. Lagi nalang silang ganyan. &lt;a href="mailto:#$@%"&gt;#$@%&lt;/a&gt; backbitters!&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/i1yxz5.jpg" /&gt; They're my classmates and they still have the guts to do that?! Nakagawa nga pla fwend ko na si Kate ng design para sa imag sa link ko..&lt;img alt="iya" src="http://tinypic.com/i1yzdd.jpg" /&gt;! Gnda db??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18665527-113334200405279578?l=licster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/feeds/113334200405279578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18665527&amp;postID=113334200405279578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113334200405279578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113334200405279578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-hate-dem-fwendz.html' title='I hate dem fwendz'/><author><name>miss_rockista_iya15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013608792329573364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527.post-113316442470727955</id><published>2005-11-27T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:50:19.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I hate myself ryt now!</title><content type='html'>I'm worried...I'm beginning to morph into a bad "me" again. I know I had been a proud pig the past few days. I feel sorry to everyone I have hurt. I never wanted to be so over-confident and irritating. And honestly? I wish I can't talk anymore...I've hurt so many people. I think my heart turned black...:nervous:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined the sci-camp just this week and I came back just yesterday. I was bossy the whole camp. I really felt bad after the camp. I know I am smart, but not smart enough to know other people's feelings towards my actions. I was rude and I hope I don't bump or step on other people's faces. I really wanted to pray so hard.:aggrieved:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want this to happen again. I swear to GOD that I would seek His help on this. He'd guide me on whatever circumstances I'll be facing. Although I excel in Taekwondo Class I still fail on making friends.:confused:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another this is, I'm not being real anymore. I don't know what's happening. I know somebody's bugging me. The song "Warrior is a child" is playing right now. I can feel Gary V's kind voice telling me to ask GOD for help again. Why am I like this? I ask GOD's help after I have been crushed into pieces for Him to put me back to my own self again, but then...after I'm fixed I tend to forget Him.:cry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to stop being rude, negative-minded and unsensitive to other's feelings.:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18665527-113316442470727955?l=licster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/feeds/113316442470727955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18665527&amp;postID=113316442470727955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113316442470727955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113316442470727955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/2005/11/how-i-hate-myself-ryt-now.html' title='How I hate myself ryt now!'/><author><name>miss_rockista_iya15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013608792329573364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527.post-113282403732594467</id><published>2005-11-24T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:50:19.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I watched the ice princess</title><content type='html'>I watched the ice princess and I was soo struck by the story. She was a ordinary sci/math geek turned big-time athlete! Yeah she was great! I love the songs. I was thinking of grabbing a soundtrack but dunno if i got mow money right now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending my time sketching famous celebrities. And actually i'm not good at it yet. Honey said I should practice a lot. Well maybe I do need more practice. Since I'll be needing it in college it ever I pass the UST entrance exam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18665527-113282403732594467?l=licster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/feeds/113282403732594467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18665527&amp;postID=113282403732594467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113282403732594467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113282403732594467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-watched-ice-princess.html' title='I watched the ice princess'/><author><name>miss_rockista_iya15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013608792329573364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527.post-113282100803600223</id><published>2005-11-24T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:50:19.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say hellow to the last scie-camp!</title><content type='html'>I'll be spending my last science camp tomorrow. It's a bit boring...maybe. Co'z &lt;em&gt;kokonti nalang&lt;/em&gt; kami. Kakainis din nga pla friendster account ko! I really hate it! Anyway I'm tired of thinkin' about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 4 months to go and I'm off to college. I'll be fine, I know. I hope I pass. We had mass a while ago with this newly ordained priest &lt;em&gt;na si &lt;/em&gt;Rev. Fr. Jose Nixon P. Pascual. O, &lt;em&gt;kompleto di ba? Naklagay kasi din sa karatula ang malaking pangalan niya e&lt;/em&gt;. Well he's just 10 days old. BTW, I heard from my classmates lately &lt;em&gt;na may mga students daw na mahilig makipag-textmate sa mga pari namin dito.&lt;/em&gt; And mind you...their from our school! Goshes and Gulays! Wala na tlga cgurong natira!&lt;img src="http://cbox.ws/smilies/1/glad.gif"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm with Angel right now. I'm looking for chords for the jamming sessions &lt;em&gt;sa&lt;/em&gt; sci-camp tom. I hope I'll enjoy my last camp sa high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered last year, I was with this boy I fancy. He was chinito and Jane and I even had this itsy bitsy sign that we may have that..you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So any maybe I'll just go on and gather up more chords for the camp...see ya!1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18665527-113282100803600223?l=licster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/feeds/113282100803600223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18665527&amp;postID=113282100803600223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113282100803600223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113282100803600223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/2005/11/say-hellow-to-last-scie-camp.html' title='Say hellow to the last scie-camp!'/><author><name>miss_rockista_iya15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013608792329573364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527.post-113228976766173189</id><published>2005-11-17T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:50:19.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm takin' the next step</title><content type='html'>I'm on my way to iloilo city to take my entrance exam in UST in Angelicum today. I'm pretty scared since it's my dream of taking fine arts in UST! I really love the arts..it's my passion. I would do my best in my course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18665527-113228976766173189?l=licster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/feeds/113228976766173189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18665527&amp;postID=113228976766173189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113228976766173189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18665527/posts/default/113228976766173189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://licster.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-takin-next-step.html' title='I&apos;m takin&apos; the next step'/><author><name>miss_rockista_iya15</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06013608792329573364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18665527.post-113116295817862754</id><published>2005-11-04T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:50:19.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi welcome to licster's page!</title><content type='html'>Elow po sa lahat..bago nanaman as usual! ahaha check nyo nalang pag tapos na itung site kow! 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