<?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-11591878</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:30:41.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage/Princess</title><subtitle type='html'>Things that had been said and done can never be changed. Given that fact, we are given time in the future to make up for what we've done in the past that we know were wrong. Changes and unforseen circumstances happen. It's part of life. Admit it. &lt;b&gt;This is the REAL LIFE&lt;/b&gt;.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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>202</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11591878.post-285133196303872294</id><published>2008-02-22T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T11:53:50.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm so frustrated. And I really don't know what the reason is. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm just in one of those moods wherein something's really bothering me, but I can't put my finger on it. :R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmmmn. Methinks i'm too lazy. And I hate me for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm failing school. BOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I gotta work my ass off to pull my grades up. Graaaah. :((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No time, no time, to be idle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;You can't lose something you never had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-285133196303872294?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/285133196303872294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=285133196303872294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/285133196303872294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/285133196303872294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-so-frustrated.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-8797292518682830454</id><published>2007-08-13T14:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T23:36:17.938-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;If there's one thing I regret the most.. that would be not having enough time to catch up with my friends back in the Philippines. Sure, there are times where I have all the time in the world to just sit infront of the computer and chat with them but in most cases, I don't. I feel bad for not being there physically for them in their time of need. And yes, I blame myself for sort of shutting myself to them. It's been more than a year since I last saw them and I know they've sort of moved on. I know they've made new friends which made me think that they don't need me anymore since they have new ones. But come to think of it, they didn't change a bit towards me. I mean, they're still there. I was the one pushing myself away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Maybe I was scared. I was so scared of losing my friends whom I relied on for so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Most people say that your friends in highschool are your real true friends. I don't know about that. All I know is.. you can't really tell by just basing it on that. Your real friends are the ones that are there for you in your rise and your fall, no matter what happens. In my own experience, I found some of my real friends long before highschool. So you see, you don't really need highschool to find who your real friends are. You just have to look around to see who those people are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I don't need a lot of friends. I just need good ones. Given that, it doesn't mean that I'm picky on who to be friends with. I'm just saying that I don't need friends for the sake of just saying we're friends or like he/she knows me. I need friends whom I can rely on, who are real and are true to themselves and to others as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I'm happy with my friends. They're the bests.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;You guys are wicked awesome!;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-8797292518682830454?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/8797292518682830454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=8797292518682830454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/8797292518682830454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/8797292518682830454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2007/08/if-theres-one-thing-i-regret-most.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-151029250865232898</id><published>2007-07-18T23:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T00:02:10.999-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was already 2 in the morning and I still find myself wide awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Rus and we talked for half an hour or maybe even more. It felt good to talk to her again. I missed her. A LOT. I missed the way we converse with each other. I guess I just miss everything about her, really. Anyway, we talked about stuff and boys and yes, we still laugh and giggle every now and then. We were exchanging our 'moments' (haha Rus!) I really did felt good that I was able to talk to her after a long time. It was great. I love you Rus. (you should know that by now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dear Paola: I miss you. I hope everything went well. And I hope your doctor is.. hot because I know you're hoping for that. Hahahahaha. Papa ba ito. Ayun naman! Hahahahaha. Wag ka na magdiet ha. We love you just the way you are.;) Ayun naman! I love you Pao. Get well soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-151029250865232898?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/151029250865232898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=151029250865232898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/151029250865232898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/151029250865232898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2007/07/it-was-already-2-in-morning-and-i-still.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-44255041559502051</id><published>2007-07-16T17:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T14:57:53.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It takes a lot of effort to be in a relationship with a special someone or to your own group of friends. Relationships doesn't always work according to plan. As much as possible you want it smooth sailing.. but let's face it. Most relationships doesn't work that way. As a matter of fact, most relationships go through a lot of rocky patches. Relationships are hard to earn if you're the type of person who shuts his/her own self to everyone. It's not a one-way ticket to your own so-called "wonderland". It takes at least two for it to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate seeing two people who are very much inlove at the brink of falling far away apart because of a stupid misunderstanding. It just doesn't make sense to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Two people inlove should be together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-44255041559502051?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/44255041559502051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=44255041559502051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/44255041559502051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/44255041559502051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2007/07/it-takes-lot-of-effort-to-be-in.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-1143178466310610716</id><published>2007-06-01T15:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T11:01:01.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ky's visit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Okay. It's almost a month now since I last saw Ky. (aaaaw. tear) Yeap. Ky and I met up last May 10. It was so much fun. Ky, her parents and her brother came over here at our house at like past 10pm of that day. As soon as she arrived, we headed down the basement and called Rus. We talked to Rus until 2am of the next day. And guess what? Rus had to wake up early because she had school that morning (well, I do too.. but since Ky's here.. I don't have to be at school) So anyway. Rus, Ky and I talked about things. Tons of things we need to catch up about each other and yes, boys.:)) Hindi pwedeng hindi pag-usapan yun e. Haha. Ky and I were exchanging stories until 4:30am. Maaan was I exhausted. My eyes were already blinking when Ky was still telling a story. She even tapped me and told me.. "Hoy Wis! Gumising ka. Nagkukuwento pa ako." Haha. I can't forget that. Pero sobrang.. hindi ko na talaga kaya so I eventually gave up. The following morning, Ky and I woke up at 9am. And siyempre, before they left. Photoshoots took place from the different corners of our house. Well not really, just the living room. Haha. That was funny. Haha. So after that.. off they went. They headed to Baltimore for the aquarium and after that, we were to meet up again at this HUGE outlet store in Arundel County. Mama and I arrived at the Arundel Mills at 1pm. We went around and ended up buying new clothes from H&amp;M and new pair of shoes for me. Then Ky and I met up again at maybe 2:30pm. We went around together. We went inside every single store possible and we were laughing our heads off because there were just clearly unfashionable sense of style in most stores. Not to mention those stripper thick glass heels. Haha. It was fun. It was great having Ky around. Thank God. After one year. Finally, we were able to meet up again. Joy:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pirates of the Carribean: At worlds end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Elizabeth, Katherine, Kelsey, Lauren and I watched Pirates 3 on its premiere night. It was madness. A lot of people are lining up and are dressed in these pirates costumes. Good thing we were so ahead of them since we reserved our tickets a week before. We didn't have the best seats in the movie house but I still had a blast. Kelsey and I sat next to each other and we love seeing Lauren's reactions to every parts of the movie. It was pretty interesting. Haha. Right, Kelsey? Even though our tickets were so expensive since its the premiere opening night I would very much say it was so worth it. After the 3 hour movie, we ate at this Italian restaurant. It was such a lovely evening and no one can spoil it for us 5 girls.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hang-out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Melody came to my house early in the morning. She arrived at 8am. We watched a whole lot of movies. We started at 8:30am and ended up at 3:30pm. We ate smores and it was so funny because we almost burned the house down. Haha. It was Melody's fault. It was really funny we were laughing our butts off. Haha. It was a fun day for us two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-1143178466310610716?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/1143178466310610716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=1143178466310610716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/1143178466310610716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/1143178466310610716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2007/06/kys-visit-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-6736332614012660271</id><published>2007-04-29T19:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T11:01:39.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;A lot of things had been going on. In an instant, my life just went.. poof! Gone. Gone with the wind. Gone within the limits of my wildest imaginations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am even doubting the fact that a so-called happy life exist. You really can't tell. For a while, it might be.. but it can drift into something you won't even dare imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Peer-pressure is my problem right now. I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;friend. I admit that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;friend of mine and I have been having these weirdest and strangest feelings towards each other. It's as if we're not comfortable having each one around ourselves. It just doesn't seem right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;This &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;friend and I are not in good terms rights now. Honestly speaking. It's pretty obvious. I blame myself for half of what's happening. I know I made my mistake. One of my stupidest mistakes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt; I tried to explain everything to her but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;this &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;person doesn't even care to listen to all of it. So I just messaged her in myspace. BUT still she didn't reply. So I called her in her cellphone and we weren't able to patch things up that easily. We both need time to get over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I should still make this friendship work since a lot of people think I'm better off not having&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;. BUT she was my first friend here. So in some way.. I don't want to lose it. After everything we've been through. The thing that kind of upsets me is the fact that she thought my explanations were crap and she's acting bossy AND bitchy at the same time. I don't know. Maybe I should evaluate and see who really are my set of good AND real friends. I don't know. I'm really confused with everything. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Anyway, enough about it.&lt;br /&gt;Ha! I'm happy because I was able to talk to Mik, Pao and Cza on YM early this morning. I told them the story and everything. It was just nice talking to them and being able to express myself without even having to think of what to say in English terms. HAHA.:] Having your good set of friends watching your back is totally awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;*It was Laura's birthday party yesterday. I'll tell you guys about it tomorrow.:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Bye for now.:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-6736332614012660271?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/6736332614012660271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=6736332614012660271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/6736332614012660271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/6736332614012660271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2007/04/lot-of-things-had-been-going-on.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-8280782464677508078</id><published>2007-04-11T18:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T11:01:57.019-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;I hate it when people pretend. Pretentious psycho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;They feel like they're being a goody-goody person because they're trying to be good to other people.. to the extent that they are already hurting others' feelings for the sake of making someone's day OR to reach the highest social standing possible. They are so immature. They think they are good. But they're not. Not quite. Not even close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They think they&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;rock.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Tell you one thing though, &lt;strong&gt;the only thing they rock is their own&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;socks.&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Watch yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Show me what you got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-8280782464677508078?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/8280782464677508078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=8280782464677508078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/8280782464677508078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/8280782464677508078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-hate-it-when-people-pretend.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-5767111358109468676</id><published>2007-04-08T21:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T11:02:13.562-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;soljferhgkdvjcnsolfapkl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;kdogjmafihgnfbmfkcbngk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;digjarogkrglmxzsafpkmom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;I hate it. I'm not cool with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;You see, I was ready to send my reply message for Pao then suddenly, the page started to not work. So I ended up with nothing. Since I tried to recover the message and I tried to reload the page to see if it's still there.. but it's not. Naiinis ako. Ang haba haba haba na ng reply ko Pao. As in literal na ang haba. All out pa ako sa pagsagot dun e. Sabay.. lintsaaaaaak. Nawala lahat bigla. Since sobrang frustrated na ako.. wala na ako sa mood gumawa kasi alam ko magiging sloppy and short lang. Ayoko naman ng ganun. So, susubukan kong gumawa ulit ng reply ngayong gabi.. pero kung hindi ko man magawa yun, Pao.. I'll do it tomorrow. Okay? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm rereading Pao's message and I'm listening to this song..&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/qVtZXQgJ4d/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/qVtZXQgJ4d/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;..and boogsh. Wala lang. Bigla ko lang naisip na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;nakakainis yung mga guys na parang.. they feel something for you tas hindi nila inaadmit. So parang.. papaano mo kaya malalaman db? And they expect you to feel the same towards them. E hello.. you didn't even know that they feel whatever they feel. Db? Ewan ko ba. I just want people to tell it to me straight.. their feelings towards me that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;I realized one thing. I realized how unpredictable guys can be. There are times when they say they like you or maybe love you.. then the next thing you know, such feelings never existed at all. And they start to be cold. Once they knew.. some guy is trying to get in the picture with you.. instantly, they'll show up. Trying to be better. But come to think of it, no matter how hard they try.. they'll never be better. Because you already know how they do things, how they really are.. and sadly, they can't just take it back. &lt;strong&gt;What's done.. is done. With or without harm done.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-5767111358109468676?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/5767111358109468676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=5767111358109468676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/5767111358109468676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/5767111358109468676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2007/04/soljferhgkdvjcnsolfapkl.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-9045982298877791109</id><published>2007-04-06T17:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T11:03:00.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;After a &lt;strong&gt;VERY &lt;/strong&gt;long time of not being able to post an entry.. here I am again. I want to apologize for not being able to do so because I have tons of things to do, I became sick and often times, I just got lazy to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past month, a lot of things had happened. I found myself stuck in my world with my own collisions. I usually handle these by letting my feelings out through my friends and sometimes through blogging here. For one month, I was able to handle these things without my friends and without blogging. I don't know how and why. It's just somehow I feel like it's better for me to just shut it to myself than having others pity me. All I'm saying is that.. finally, I was able to cope with these things on my own. I am happy about it because it makes me feel that I'm growing and I'm becoming more mature with things. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am not a kid anymore who can be fooled by a simple mishap. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Updates: I was able to do lots of things this past month and this spring break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;had our concert last March 1st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;had our festival last March 7th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;watched the seussical play last March 16th with James, Shelby and Melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;watched the basketball game in our school with Stephanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;watched the movie, Blades of Glory in Rio, with Melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;was able to talk to Rus over the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;gained some more weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;hung out at Melody's house and watched two movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;was locked in a room with a dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;was able to touch a dog &lt;/strong&gt;(I am very scared of dogs. trust me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;was humped by Bela, the dog in Melody's house. HAHA.&lt;/strong&gt; (that was embarassing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;went to Rio with Melody, her mom, Neda, Jose, Christian and Britney then ate dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;slept over at Stephanie's house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;ate at Chipotle for the first time with Stephanie and her brother and her sister &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;watched a movie with Stephanie at Kentlands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;went to Starbucks for three consecutive days (I'm addicted to frap again. haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;shopped for clothes although I knew I should have shopped for shoes (weird)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;So far, that's everything I can remember. I'll update some more if I can remember what else happened. I know I have to do lots of things for school this spring break but I haven't started anything yet. Too lazy to do those things. Haha. I can't wait for my summer vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also envy my friends back in the Philippines. It's already their summer and all of them are looking much more gorgeous and fab than ever. I love them.:) Dapat alam niyo yun ha. Sobrang miss ko na kayo. Kayong lahat. AS IN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;*Yung replies ko sa tags ninyo.. gagawin ko bukas. Ok? Masyado kasing marami para magawa ko ngayon e. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-9045982298877791109?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/9045982298877791109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=9045982298877791109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/9045982298877791109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/9045982298877791109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2007/04/after-very-long-time-of-not-being-able.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-8964691523859391273</id><published>2007-02-23T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T11:03:16.181-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good. I am pretty much happy with what I have now. I am content on what's upon me and the things I am given. I used to think of how unfair life is --of how things just fall apart so easily. Yet here I am realizing all those stupid things that used to wander inside my head. I wasted my time figuring out the answers to all these questions for almost all my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;People may think that discussing life is cheesy or bitter because of all the drama. They are wrong. Life is never cheesy OR bitter. It's how &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Replies ko sa tags ninyo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;Paola, Isay, Rus at Michi&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pao: Teeeeeka. Kailan ba LSGH prom ha? Tsaka sure kang gusto mo pumunta para makita mo siya Pao? Ano na ba nangyayari sa inyo? Wala na akong alam e. Yung huling alam ko yung iniwan mo lang na offline message sa YM ko. Yun na yun. Grabe. Sana nandiyan ako habang nangyayari tong mga to. Paaaaaaaao.. benta sagot mo kay Rus ano. HAHA. Ayun naman ang catch. Hehe. Aaaai. May suggestion ako. "Mag-photoshoot" nlang kayong Chicklets para saming 2 ni Rus. Haha. I know you guys miss us so baaaad. I know you all do. Hehe. Wag na kayo magkungwaring hindi niyo kami miss. Yung about sa video, yung gusto niyo ng copy, pag-iisipan ko muna. HAHA. I love you Pao.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isay: Buti naman nag-enjoy ka sa Ateneo prom.:) Aii teka Isay. Wala na akong alam sayo ha. Magkwento ka naman. Yung sa video naman, okay lang yun no. At least, nagsalita ka no. Grabe. Sobrang natouch and naiyak kaya ako sa mga nisasabe ninyo. As in hagulgol ba ito. Haha. Sobragn miss na kita ineng. I love you Isay.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rus: Ano ka ba Rus? Kahit naman ako hindi ko pa sila nakikita ulit for a long time e. Sa video lang and multiply pictures. Tsaka ano ba.. yung video naman na ginawa nila para saken.. si ate naman nag-isip nun e. Pumunta pa nga si ate ng AA para lang magawa yung video na yun e. Kaya wag ka magselos na parang, ako meron tas ikaw wala. Kasi I'm sure kung sila nagplan nun.. pareho tayong meron no. Ako nga nagtatampo sayo e. Kasi parang, everytime na tinatry kitang kausapin sa myspace parang.. okay. Wala lang.:( I know na madami kang ginagawa and you've made lots of friends and plans with them and I don't blame you for that. Kasi masaya rin naman ako para sayo. Ang sad lang kasi parang.. feeling ko, hindi na tayo kasing close ng dati. Iba lang.:( Basta. Wag mong kalimutan na nandito lang ako pati ang ibang Chickies. Okay? I love you Rus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michi: Hmmmm.. sige pag-iisipan ko yung about sa copy ng video ninyo. Haha. Kung may time man. Hehe. Grabe. Miss na kita Mik. Soooobra. I love you.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-8964691523859391273?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/8964691523859391273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=8964691523859391273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/8964691523859391273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/8964691523859391273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2007/02/life-is-good.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-1164735495358938826</id><published>2007-02-18T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T18:09:51.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Updates.:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feb 7, 2007:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I received my late birthday gifts from my lovely family and my beloved friends back in Philippines. Lintsaaaaaaaaak kayo. Pina-iyak ninyo ako sa birthday video ninyo saken. Pero THANK YOU. As in thank you talaga.:) Kahit super late ko na nareceive yun. Ang galing ng pag-put together ni ate overall. I looooved it.:) And I know nag-enjoy din kayo sa paggawa ng video na yun. Mukhang lahat kayo hindi camera shy ano. Sanay na sanay na e. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feb 8, 2007:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Melody treated me the whole night. As in siya nagbayad for everything --movie, arcade pati dinner. Yung dinner with family pa.:) So graaabe. Thank you Melody.:) You are such a good friend, not to mention a good football game acquaintance. Teehee.:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feb 12, 2007:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nakapasa ako. Whoohoo. I was happy considering the fact that I only rehearsed the steps for it for one day tas yung iba, the whole week pinag-aralan tas isa ako sa mga nakapasa sa audition. Ang galing lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feb 13, 2007:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was Becky's HALF birthday. Half birthday.. the 6 months before the usual birthday.:) Anyway, I bought her balloons. Not to mention medyo nagdalawang isip pa ako kasi ang mahal ng balloons dito. Pero naisip ko, okay friend naman siya so binili ko na rin. Her half birthday celebration wasn't that good because we were dismissed early due to very bad weather condition. Sobrang ang laaaaaaamig. Tas may snow and nag-iice pa. Meron ngang freezing rain e. So yun. And besides meron siyang doctor's appointment. So second hour plang, umalis na siya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feb 14, 2007:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; It's Valentine's Day. Nothing really unusual happened since I'm an unattached person. So not really the type of person who is looking forward for that day and expect lotsa lotsa things from my boyfriend. I think it's sort of mushy and also sweet kind of way that people actually celebrate THE "heart's day". They do things, unusual things that sometimes are the things you never expected at all. I think it's cute when people do that. They make their charm work and expect you to embrace it.:) Which always works --it does for me!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feb 15, 2007: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We still have no school due to the oh-so-bad weather. Boredom strikes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Belated Happy Birthday Caris.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;PS. Caris, ang cute cute mo sa video. Para kang neneng nene. HEHE. I love you Caris.:) How are you andyour guy? KWENTO.:) I miss you Caris. Bigtime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It is still snowing in here. Most likely wala pa rin kaming pasok sa Tuesday. Daaaarn it. Gusto ko ng pumasok. Over bored na ako dito sa bahay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-1164735495358938826?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/1164735495358938826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=1164735495358938826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/1164735495358938826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/1164735495358938826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2007/02/updates.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-6580698560659128507</id><published>2007-02-16T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T18:51:39.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eirene, Isay, Pao, Rus at Mik.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nareplyan ko na mga tags ninyo saken. Basahin niyo nlang sa tagboard ko. Okay? Sorry kung ang late na ng replies ko. Medj hindi kasi ako maka-sign in sa blogger for the past few days e. So yun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;About updates naman, bukas na. Okay? And siya nga pala. Mag-oonline ako ng saturday night niyo sa Y!M. Kung gusto niyo ako makausap.. dun. Alam ko namang miss niyo na ako e. And siyempre, miss ko na rin kayo no.:) Sana nga mag-abot abot tayo sa Y!M bukas. Saaaana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love ya'll. Haha. Umiislang na eh. Hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss and I love you all.:)&lt;/strong&gt; --&lt;em&gt;totoo yan ha!:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-6580698560659128507?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/6580698560659128507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=6580698560659128507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/6580698560659128507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/6580698560659128507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2007/02/eirene-isay-pao-rus-at-mik.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-117070984978025310</id><published>2007-02-05T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T16:11:32.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Random thoughts.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I watched the superbowl last night. It wasn't really a good game because it wasn't a close game so it wasn't that exciting. Plus, the performer during the half time was Prince. And I don't even like him. So I think it somehow sucked. (No offense to people who likes or adores Prince. Okay?) Anyway, I was so happy the Colts won.:) So it doesn't really matter. Haha. Waaaaay happy.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It was my mom's birthday yesterday it was so fun because there were lots of food and the party pretty much rocked.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It is so fridgin cold. I mean, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am browsing through the multiply site of my friends. Yeah, they posted their prom pictures already. Goooooooosh. They are so &lt;strong&gt;pretty &lt;/strong&gt;AND &lt;strong&gt;gorgeous. &lt;/strong&gt;Maaaaaaan. I am pretty sure they all had fun with their drop dead gorgeous gowns and their awesome dates. I love you guys.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I miss Chicklets. I also miss Rus. Nothing can ever replace them. Waaaaay serious.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Tons of homework. I am so tired and guess what? It's only MONDAY. Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I would want to watch Catch and Release on Friday with Melody. I would really love to.:) I like Jennifer Garner eversince I watched her movie, 13 going on 30. I like her.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I am planning on how I would want to celebrate my debutante ball. Mind you, I want my debut to be on my 21st birtdhay.:) We were talking about in Spanish class, so there it goes. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I miss Chicklets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I miss Rus too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. See how I miss those girls? &lt;strong&gt;Looooooove &lt;/strong&gt;them. &lt;strong&gt;Biggie.:) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-117070984978025310?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/117070984978025310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=117070984978025310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/117070984978025310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/117070984978025310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2007/02/random-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-117028226416282323</id><published>2007-01-31T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T17:28:14.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Uh oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fights are "in" these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss all-girls private schol.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is ironic. When I was still studying at an exclusive for girls school, I want to study somewhere where it's mixed. Who can blame me? I've been studying in an exclusive for girls school for all of my school life. And now that I'm studying in a mixed school --meaning boys and girls (which is a first by the way).. I want to be in an all-girls. Weird, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to point out. One thing I really learned here, is that.. &lt;strong&gt;I have to stand on my own two feet&lt;/strong&gt;. If there's something wrong, or just ain't right, I have to speak up. It's not like my old school anymore. Everything here is just different. Way different and way shocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing up on my own two feet does not necessarily mean that there's no one to back me up or say, I don't have friends. I do have friends but admit it --sometimes our &lt;strong&gt;friends are the ones that most likely could hurt us&lt;/strong&gt;. I mean, come to think of it.. how could a stranger hurt you if he/she doesn't know you at all? If he/she doesn't know your weakness? And how could someone hurt you if they don't know your weakness? Right? That's pure common sense. Which reminds me of what my 6th grade teacher's favorite line.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Common sense is not always common&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not generalizing or making assumptions here that all friends do that. I'm just saying that in most cases, it's like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;change topic:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gym class today was fun. First, we went to the dance studio for our warm-up. Guess what we did? We used and later on, we played the yoga balls. Ms Burlbaugh asked us to sit on the yoga balls and then jump, sit back and forth. I was laughing because it was so funny to see ourselves doing it --it's all the mirrors fault. Ha!:) Anyway, after a few minutes, &lt;strong&gt;I fell hard flat on the floor&lt;/strong&gt;. Which by the way, made me laugh even more. Jacelyn, Jenniffer, Grace and Carly started laughing too and they were all with the "are you okay?" face. I was still laughing then, and Grace bumped my yoga ball so again, I fell. It was really funny. My face was like all red, I mean.. seriously. You have to be there to actually appreciate the hard laughs were giving. Haha. And we did more for the warm-ups. It was so fun. I pretty much liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the recommendation thing for the courses that I can take for next year. I will probably take the Honors English10, Honors Precalculus, Honors Biology and AP NLS. I'm not sure with the AP Statistics though. I might take Honors Chemistry too for next year but I'm just not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot. Report cards will be given tomorrow --i'm scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-117028226416282323?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/117028226416282323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=117028226416282323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/117028226416282323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/117028226416282323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2007/01/uh-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-116942398576825084</id><published>2007-01-21T18:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T16:14:44.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Snow is here.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha!:) Grabe. Ang saya. Nagssnow na dito. Woohoo.:) Ailuvet, luvet!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Let's talk about LOVE.:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay. Bear with me. I just want to talk about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love. Love is blind. Love is never jealous. Blah. Blah. Blah. We all know that. Sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When I was young&lt;strong&gt;er&lt;/strong&gt;, say like 10yrs old, people used to ask me how would I know if I am inlove with someone. I'll be like.. I'll just know it. I'll just feel &lt;strong&gt;the spark.&lt;/strong&gt; And thinking back at that, I'm like.. what the hell was the spark I was talking about? "The spark" never even existed. Spark is cheesy. And I believe a lot of people are now happily inlove with someone without even feeling that imaginary spark I was talking about some years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People believe in love. And with love, comes a magical feeling. When people fall, that does not necessarily mean they are inlove with that someone. It takes time to know that person and with that time, you'll know if you are inlove or not. I am a little confused because how would you actually know if you're inlove or what if it's just an infatuation or like.. you just think that he/she is too nice? There is a big difference between - love, infatuation and just being too nice. I don't know. But... but.. I still believe the part that.. you'll just know it. &lt;u&gt;It just takes time&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people find love anywhere. Like: it &lt;strong&gt;has to be because it's fate or it's destiny. &lt;/strong&gt;Or say like: &lt;strong&gt;my parents wants us to be together &lt;/strong&gt;or &lt;strong&gt;in most cases, they just have to be together.&lt;/strong&gt; However, some people do find love in a certain wonderland. &lt;u&gt;They expect things&lt;/u&gt;. Things that they only see in the movies. Then they expect their boyfriend/girlfriend to do those things for them. And if they don't.. they will feel that you don't love them enough. Oh come on. Grow up. &lt;strong&gt;Think.&lt;/strong&gt; Movies are so much so &lt;strong&gt;unrealistic&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not always about being happy. Or.. say.. having the happy ending you've always dreamed of. Love is never that steady. It has never been and will never be. You can lose it in just a split second. Or maybe just with the wink of an eye. Snap! Just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not the type of person that people can go to and talk about love. I mean.. seriously. What do I know?&lt;strong&gt; I know nothing about love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you ask me now, what love is for me? I guess I'll have to say.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is not just some thing you can give to someone and I know it's not that easy. It takes a lot of things AND effort for you to actually feel that certain loving feeling.=]&lt;/strong&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/11591878-116942398576825084?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/116942398576825084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=116942398576825084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116942398576825084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116942398576825084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2007/01/snow-is-here.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-116929548553809862</id><published>2007-01-20T07:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T07:18:41.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Nina Tan!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Nins!:) Balita ko ngayon ninyo icecelebrate ang birthday ninyong apat nila Pao, Cza at Dang ha. Tama ba? Well.. yun pagkakaintindi ko sa sinabe ni Pao e. Haha. Grabe. Naiinis ako. Kasi naman.. wala na ako e.:( &lt;u&gt;Nung nandiyan pa ako, bihirang bihira lumabas ang Chicklets. Pag-alis ko, sunod-sunod alis niyo&lt;/u&gt;. Nakakainggit kaya.:( Pero anyway, ganun talaga. Alangan na ngang hindi na kayo lumabas diba. Imposible naman yun. Kayo pa? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana naging masaya birthday mo Nins.:) And sana solve na yung problem mo about ____.:) &lt;strong&gt;I love you Nins.:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigimik ako mamaya. Well, not really gimik pero aalis ako mamaya. May date kami ni Melody. Nakakahiya na kasi e. Since December niyayaya na niya ako and until now, nangungulit pa rin siya - dito sa landline, sa phone ni mama at sa phone ko. So sabi ni mama, pagbigyan ko na daw. So pumayag na ako na ngayong araw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bad Mood*:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-116929548553809862?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/116929548553809862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=116929548553809862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116929548553809862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116929548553809862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-birthday-nina-tan-happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-116890020314114492</id><published>2007-01-15T17:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T17:30:03.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'Twas saturday and Kuya Star, Ate Chubs and I were shouting our hearts out here in the basement. We were watching the playoffs of the NFL. Shoot. Philadelphia Eagles lost to New Orleans Saints. Hated it. New Orleans Saints sucks.. &lt;u&gt;bigtime&lt;/u&gt;. They were like.. so disgusting and their plays were so rough. Ang dadaya pa ng mga calls na tinatawag ng ref. Pasalamat sila home game sila. Tsss. Ugh. Can't get over it. Kasi naman... the Eagles deserved that win. Sila dapat ang pasok sa semis. Hindi ang Saints na yan. Oh, I bet.. the Colts will knock them hard so far down. &lt;strong&gt;GO COLTS! Go Peyton Manning!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and my dad arrived at past 10pm . They came from Virginia. They went there to find this car. I thought they'll just check it. But no. They actually did bought it right away. They bought the new&lt;strong&gt; Toyota 2007 Camry XLE. &lt;/strong&gt;It is a very nice car I might add.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have a &lt;u&gt;new craving&lt;/u&gt;.:) It is Vietnamese cuisine. Vietnamese food are so.. yummy, yummy.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*Tomorrow will be my Algeb test. Wish me luck. I haven't studied anything yet for that finals. Too lazy to do so. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*My cousins Joeff and Chris are so lost. I hope they find the way to wherever they want to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Eirene: &lt;/strong&gt;Nako. Sobrang hindi pa talaga ako bumibili ng chucks dahil nga sinabe mo saken na maghintay muna ako db. Naghihintay pa naman ako. Hindi pa ako bumibili. Swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-116890020314114492?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/116890020314114492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=116890020314114492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116890020314114492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116890020314114492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2007/01/twas-saturday-and-kuya-star-ate-chubs.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-116873162315540343</id><published>2007-01-13T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T18:41:11.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Paola Carlos!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paaaaaaao!!! Happy happy birthday.:) Sana naging happy ang birthday&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;mo.:D I bet masaya ka sa lahat.:) &lt;strong&gt;I love you Pao.:) Dapat alam mo yan ha.:P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first semester finals for Spanish and English are over. Thank goodness. SUPER haba. Grabe. Makashyak talaga.:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Excited na ako.. after ng finals, nako. Bibili talaga ako ng chucks as a reward. Kahit gamitin ko pa pera ko, okay lang. &lt;u&gt;I deserve a reward&lt;/u&gt;. So what the hey.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*May game ang Philadelphia Eagles mamayang 8pm. Please support them the way I support them. Haha. Sabay may nalalaman pang ganun.:)) As if naman interesado kayo e. Ano. Pero sa mga friends kong nandito rin sa States... Eagles tayo ha!;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Wala akong magawa kanina so tumake nlang ako ng ilang pictures sa room ko.:) Haha. Check niyo nlang sa multiply ko.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*Ate Charl, I miss you a lot. A whole lot, lot. Grabe na itech.:))&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are my sunshine, my only sunshine!:)) Aiiiiiii..:)) Shoot. Ang hyper ko ngayon.:)) Sohoreh na.:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Now, I'll stop.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Don't ever for a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;second get to think&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;that you're irreplaceable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-116873162315540343?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/116873162315540343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=116873162315540343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116873162315540343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116873162315540343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-birthday-paola-carlos-paaaaaaao.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-116839231472380604</id><published>2007-01-09T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T18:20:57.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;SUPER Happy Birthday Cza Timtiman!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Grabe. Tanda mo na Cza. Haha. Sabay ganun e.:)) Hai nako. May utang ka saken. Naalala mo pa nung nag-cut tau nila Aya nung intrams tas nag-Gateway tayo.. yung date nateng tatlo? Tas ako pinagbayad ninyo ng kinain naten sa Pizza Hut kahit wala naman sa usapan naten?.. Yun. Utang mo saken yun. Actually, utang ninyo saken yun.:)) So.. hintayin niyo lang ang pagbalik ko at sisingilin ko rin kayo. Haha. You'll see.;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hai nako Cza. How I wish nandiyan ako ngayong birthday mo. Sa totoo lang. &lt;strong&gt;You are one of the sweetest girls I know.&lt;/strong&gt; And hopefully, makita ni ano yun.:) You always make people happy dahil sa mga corny at mga sablay mong jokes.:)) I love you Czaaa!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-116839231472380604?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/116839231472380604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=116839231472380604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116839231472380604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116839231472380604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2007/01/super-happy-birthday-cza-timtiman.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-116830698779871579</id><published>2007-01-08T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T14:38:35.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There are times that you just hit the bottom so hard and feel so crashed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;kaboogsh. splat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.. and you know you can't do practically anything. Right? Well.. get real. That's bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can do something. It's just in the matter of finding what to do in certain circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Random stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pssst! Watan and Magdirila clans.. GOODNESS gracious. &lt;u&gt;I miss you guys so bad&lt;/u&gt;. You're all the bests for me.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Isang malaking palaka! Nine days plang ng bagong taon, tumataba na ako. Haha.:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*JB messaged me in friendster. It's been a while dude.:) Even though medyo hindi tayo magkasundo sa mga bagay bagay, in fairness namiss kita. And mga labas naten nila Cha nun. Rumarock. Ulitin naten yun ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;u&gt;Mag-ssnow na bukas&lt;/u&gt;. Well, that's what Kuya Star told me. So I hope.. totoo nga. Excited na ako.. I will finally meet Mr. Snowman again.:))It's been years since I last saw him. I miss him.:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Philadelphia Eagles won last Sunday.:) &lt;/strong&gt;I am way way way addicted to National Football League now. WAY WAY.:) &lt;u&gt;Jeff Garcia is SO good&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;strong&gt; I like, I like.:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Exams ko na this friday hanggang next week. Wish me luck.:) Huling birit for this sem. Yey.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I hit the bottom.. crash.. you're all I have.:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-116830698779871579?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/116830698779871579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=116830698779871579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116830698779871579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116830698779871579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2007/01/there-are-times-that-you-just-hit.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-116805278810551805</id><published>2007-01-05T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T06:57:59.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just want to say this. &lt;u&gt;SUPER HINDI KO NA KILALA SI JOEFF.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know. It's pretty odd. I have a cousin and here I am acting as if I don't know him. Well, I know him BUT I don't know what happened to him. He is way different now. Way, way different. &lt;em&gt;It's not about our differences but it sure is about what&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;he had become&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; It's as if he's not the same guy I used to hang out with and actually, grow old with. Which makes me really sad AND well, &lt;u&gt;betrayed&lt;/u&gt;. Why you might I ask? Before Joeff and I separated - him going back to Italy - we made a pact that he would strive to be better BUT that NEVER happened&lt;strong&gt;. He became worse&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel bad because in a way, I blame myself for everything that happened to him, to us. We've been so exposed to each other that there came a time where we sort of got used to having each other. Then the &lt;strong&gt;fights came.. in and out. Jealousy. Hatred. Differences.&lt;/strong&gt; You name it. All of those things got in the way that led our relationship to be on the edge. &lt;em&gt;Joeff might not know this but I feel half-responsible about everything. &lt;/em&gt;Joeff and I might be screaming our hearts out about how we despise each other and stuff BUT we know the real connection between us - &lt;strong&gt;we are cousins, who can blame us.. right?&lt;/strong&gt; And that's something were very thankful for. I should've understood him. I should've been there when he was so down and had no one. I should've been a good sister.&lt;strong&gt; I SHOULD HAVE. &lt;/strong&gt;And hearing from my aunt's voice of Joeff's case now.. it made me cry and wonder so bad that maybe that would not happen if only I was there. &lt;strong&gt;IF ONLY. &lt;/strong&gt;I think things would be different if that was the case. I just feel so bad of what had been done. And I know I can't do anything about it. Even though I want to do something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Honestly, I think I have been a good sister for Joeff. &lt;em&gt;Siya lang yung hindi nakipag-cooperate. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lahat ng mga ginagawa niya, hindi alam ng lahat&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Tinago ko lahat yun, kasi ayaw ko siya mapagalitan or masaktan or anything kasi pinsan ko siya e.&lt;/strong&gt; Pero para sa kanya, wala yun. Pag kailangan niya ng money, binibigyan ko siya agad. Pag may nang-away sa kanya, and umiiyak siya, iexpect mo na lalabas ako ng bahay namin para kausapin yung umaway sa kanya. And thinking back all those things makes me wonder, &lt;em&gt;what did I do wrong? Hindi pa ba enough lahat ng love na pinakita namin sa kanya nila ate?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss the old Joeff - funny, sweet, thoughtful and had the best sense of humor. Now.. everything changed. And it's all because of me. &lt;strong&gt;Me, me, me. Selfish me.:(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who influenced Joeff to be someone he's really not. I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He is not the same Joeff I used to live with.:(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everything did change and it's because of the crappy actions he showed that led into the stupid decision. &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/11591878-116805278810551805?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/116805278810551805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=116805278810551805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116805278810551805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116805278810551805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-just-want-to-say-this.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-116787673173971551</id><published>2007-01-03T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T18:08:21.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Daaaaaaaaang!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe. For 7 months, hindi kita nakausap. Tsk tsk. Oh well, hanggang ngayon naman NEVER pa kita nakakausap eversince umalis ako e. Haha. Anyway, sana... naging SUPER happy ang birthday mo. &lt;strong&gt;Kung nandiyan lang ako, may plus one ka pa sa mga gifts mo dahil sa lagi naman tayong mga chicklets ganun pag may birthday ang isa e pati yung 11 balloons. Db db?&lt;/strong&gt; Tas yung sa lunch.. magfform tau ng circle (as usual) at lalamon tayo ng birthday cake mo.:) Haha.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yun yung namimiss ko. Imagine, sa AA.. sa isang taon.. 11 times gagawin ng barkada naten yun. Tas yung gifts na ibibigay ng bawat isa at ang balloons. Haha. Nakakamiss. &lt;u&gt;Isama mo na ang mga surprises na bubulaga sayo na pinaghandaan ng ibang chicklets&lt;/u&gt;... Yung mafifeel mo talaga na.. wow. &lt;strong&gt;Ang special ko.&lt;/strong&gt; Ang drama ko e no. Haha. Pero di nga, siryos. Haha. I know that's one thing I really miss about our group. Haaaaaai. &lt;strong&gt;Nakakamiss na talaga. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. balik sa topic. SUPER HAPPY BIRTHDAY DANG. HUGHUG.:) Miss na miss na kita. Ang mga laughtrip at katakawan naten sa bawat corridor ng AA. Haha. Pati pati ang mga Eastwood takas moments naten kasama sila Mik, Shine at Cza. :) &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU DANG.:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;*dapat alam mo yan ha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Chickies for life.;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Which reminds me, birthday na rin nila Pao at Cza at Nins.:) Grabe. SUPER BIG MONTH ito para sa Chicklets ha. Sana nandiyan ako. Grabe. &lt;strong&gt;SUPER miss ko na kayong lahat. &lt;/strong&gt;As in. As in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School Update:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SUPER hinahabol namin ang lahat. Unit Exams are given this week until Tuesday. Semester finals will start on Friday next week and ends the week after that. Tas second semester na.. I am going to have a new set of subjects and teachers. Sana kasing galing ng mga teachers ko this semester.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I had my untit test in Spanish earlier. &lt;u&gt;I was the very first one who finished the exam&lt;/u&gt;. Sobrang kinakabahan ako. Kasi nadalian ako sa test. And usually, pag nadadalian ako.. the more na bumababa score ko because of carelessness. Haha. With that in mind, I checked my edline. I got 47.5 out of 50.:)&lt;strong&gt; I HAVE AN&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A!:) &lt;/strong&gt;Yesba!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ALGEB CLASS: The guy that sits behind me during this class helps me a lot, a lot. Eversince. I know algebra is something that I am frustrated at. Ha. Pero totoo. Kasi parang, kahit anong gawin ko.. it does not work with me. Which gave me a conclusion that.. I HATE MATH. Which is ironic because back in my grade school days in Holy Spirit, I was given an award as the "Math Wizard". OUT OF EVERY SINGLE GIRL IN MY SCHOOL.. &lt;strong&gt;I WAS CHOSEN.&lt;/strong&gt; I have no idea where that thing came from. Haha.:) Anyway... today.. it was different than usual. &lt;strong&gt;I HELPED HIM. &lt;/strong&gt;Feeling ko tuloy, biglang lumipat saken ang katalinuhan niya. Haha. &lt;u&gt;I am surviving honors algebra2 because of the guy that sits behind me that really takes the time to help me&lt;/u&gt;. I have to give him credit for that.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I can't wait for this week to end. Siyemperts!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eeeechooooos! Hinawaan mo ako.:)) Weeeeeesssiiiiiiide!:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You sound so overrated in not saying how YOU feel. And so &lt;strong&gt;you end up watching chances fade&lt;/strong&gt; AND &lt;strong&gt;wondering what's real.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-116787673173971551?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/116787673173971551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=116787673173971551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116787673173971551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116787673173971551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-birthday-daaaaaaaaang-grabe.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-116777979250139437</id><published>2007-01-02T17:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T18:21:29.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;My 1st day is &lt;u&gt;alrighty&lt;/u&gt;:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sabay ginagawa ang natural kong hand sign.:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kung nabasa ito nila ate, naasar or ginaya na naman ako.:))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For a first day, in fairness.. okay to. I like, I like!;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super tinatamad akong bumangon kaninang umaga kasi &lt;strong&gt;dapat &lt;/strong&gt;hanggang ngayon, winter break pa rin namin. Tsss talaga. SUPER kulang yung day-off namin. Ni hindi nga ako ready pumasok kanina e. Kasi alam kong madami akong due homeworks ngayon at kahit gaano ako kabilis nag-cram kagabi, sadyang hindi ko natapos lahat. Good thing.. hindi nagcheck teachers ko. Sobrang safe e.:) Yesba!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meron na agad akong &lt;u&gt;SPANISH unit exam&lt;/u&gt; BUKAS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Super walang patawad.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Next week naman, finals ko na for this semester.&lt;/strong&gt; Lahat nga ng teachers ko kanina namimigay na ng review packet para sa subject nila e. At yung packet na yun.. isa pang pasaway. SOBRANG HABA AT MAKAPAL. Mabebrain damage ata ako e. Graaaaaaaaabe. Pffffffffffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Aral mode. Buhbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzzzzzzzzzzz.. GONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;So long for yesterday, and so long too for the happy ending I hoped for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-116777979250139437?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/116777979250139437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=116777979250139437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116777979250139437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116777979250139437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-1st-day-is-alrighty-sabay-ginagawa.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-116769906082796657</id><published>2007-01-01T19:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T19:54:33.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I blame YOU for &lt;u&gt;everything&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi nga ni Paul sa kanyang status sa YM.. stupid new year. Tama siya. Stupid talaga. Arrgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything, as in &lt;u&gt;every single thing&lt;/u&gt; started on the wrong foot. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;New Year = New Addiction:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The subject is totally true for me. As in. It's only the first day of '07, and yet I already have my new "addictions" for this year.:) *clap, clap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here goes the list of my new loves&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chucks!&lt;/u&gt;:) &lt;em&gt;dahil kay &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eirene &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to. tinanong niya ako kung ano gusto ko na gift na ibibigay ng someone saken. tas dumating sa point na napag-usapan namin ang chucks. &lt;/em&gt;At ngayon, addict na addict na ako. Non-stop na ang aking pagcheck ng mga styles sa converse na site. Haha. Ailuvet!:) And yes, of course, I love you too Eirene:) *sabay grin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Skittles&lt;/u&gt; Nagccram ako sa homeworks ko kanina, dahil &lt;strong&gt;bukas may pasok na ako &lt;/strong&gt;at non-stop rin ang pagkain ko ng skittles. Specifically yung wild berry na flavor. I like, I like!;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;My new phone&lt;/u&gt; Hindi ako mapakali at every now and then talagang kinakalikot ko phone ko. &lt;em&gt;Sorry nlang minsan Rus kung hindi ko nasasagot calls mo. Ibig sabihin nun, nandito ako sa basement at ang phone ko.. ay nandoon sa room ko. Ok? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;My starbucks gift card&lt;/u&gt; Oh my gulaaaaaaay! &lt;strong&gt;Starbucks is definitely one of my weakness.&lt;/strong&gt; Kung super kilala mo ako, dapat alam mo yan.:) Thanks for the gift card, Priscilla.:) Sana laging Christmas para lagi akong may Starbucks gift card. Haha. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My mocha frappucino with peppermint.. my definite love!♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay. So there goes my list. And to think, this is only the very first day of this year. Hmmmm.. I wonder what goes next in my list.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am pretty disappointed today. &lt;u&gt;Everything just doesn't seem right&lt;/u&gt;. It's &lt;s&gt;just&lt;/s&gt; that. Ugggggh. I hope the rest of this year won't be as hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BUT..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In a way, I am pretty happy because I was able to talk to a lot of people. Including people I was so close with, back in grade school... Awwwww... &lt;strong&gt;Carol&lt;/strong&gt;!:) And and.. MORE updates from &lt;strong&gt;my chickies&lt;/strong&gt;. And and.. ang &lt;strong&gt;Laya&lt;/strong&gt;!:) &lt;em&gt;Sorry hindi ako nakatulong sa project thing mo. Masyadong malalim ang topic&lt;/em&gt;. Hindi ko na-carry. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*sayang hindi nakapag-online si Eirene. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;PLUG: &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Inupdate ko na ulit yung multiply ko. Inupload ko na yung mga Europe pictures. So check niyo nlang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway.. so there. Yang mga yan lang naman ang nangyari sa aking new year's day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O siya, siya. Dinner na kami. At &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;bukas..&lt;/b&gt; may pasok na ako&lt;/u&gt;. Tsssss. Kami na ang pinaka-maagang pumasok sa taong ito. I swear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;SPREAD THE &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; THIS '07, YOU FOOL.:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-116769906082796657?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/116769906082796657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=116769906082796657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116769906082796657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116769906082796657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-blame-you-for-everything_01.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-116743677952706552</id><published>2006-12-29T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T19:01:26.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Cheers and goodbye to '06.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;2 DAYS BEFORE NEW YEAR:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;New Year is SO fast approaching. It's in 2 days. Time flies so fast which is good by the way, since I really want to go back to the Philippines already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A lot of people probably had made or at least, listed their resolutions for the year '07. Which makes me a little 'down' because until now I don't know my resolutions. But for the incoming year, one thing's for sure. &lt;strong&gt;I want to be better - for my family, friends and for everyone. &lt;/strong&gt;I want to change my attitude when it comes to things I can bearly handle. One thing I suppose you know about me, is the fact that &lt;em&gt;I am easily frustrated with things I don't know how to fix or to face. &lt;/em&gt;Sobrang gumugulo yung isip ko and nagbabago ung mga decisions/emotions ko. &lt;strong&gt;Sensitive ako. &lt;/strong&gt;AMINADO NAMAN AKO DUN E. And clearly, that's one thing &lt;u&gt;I want to change&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh and yes. I want to clear some things to &lt;strong&gt;you.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. &lt;u&gt;Hindi ako exclusive sa friends&lt;/u&gt;. I mingle and I make new friends. Hindi ako namimili.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2. Hindi totoo na boyfriend ko si Cris, si Josh, si Michael, si blahblahblah. Lahat na ng sinasabe mo. Hindi totoo yung mga yan. Guy friends ko lang sila. &lt;strong&gt;Ikaw yung nagwiwish na sana boyfriends mo sila.&lt;/strong&gt; Tsk tsk. That's bad. Lust is bad. &lt;u&gt;Wag mong ipasa saken ang kalandian mo&lt;/u&gt;. And mas lalong &lt;strong&gt;hindi ako playgirl no. &lt;/strong&gt;Tss. Look who's talking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ok, maybe just two things. But those two things, are the things &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; should &lt;u&gt;NEVER&lt;/u&gt; forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Need I say more? I don't think so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cheers to you:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Embrace your own self, dearie&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Don't&lt;/strong&gt; put someone down with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Relaaaaaaks. Wag kang magalit. You started it anyway, sinasagot ko lang:) Peeeeeace:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-116743677952706552?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/116743677952706552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=116743677952706552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116743677952706552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116743677952706552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/12/cheers-and-goodbye-to-06.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-116726512685583796</id><published>2006-12-27T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T19:19:41.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;I have finally updated my multiply.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Check out the latest pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://princessisvintage.multiply.com"&gt;http://princessisvintage.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;MORE pictures&lt;/u&gt; will be updated SOON.:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-116726512685583796?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/116726512685583796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=116726512685583796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116726512685583796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116726512685583796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-have-finally-updated-my-multiply.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-116708537708799796</id><published>2006-12-25T17:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T17:25:28.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;The most emotional Christmas of all time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yeah, you heard me right. This is the very distinct Christmas of all. &lt;strong&gt;Too much words, too much hurt had been done. &lt;/strong&gt;Despite the tranquility, we made pass it. At least now we know the things that bothers each oneself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Super emotional&lt;/u&gt;. As in full of emotions talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Kagabi ko mas nafeel yung regret ko na nandito ako, na wala ako sa Pilipinas. Kasi grabe talaga. Kagabi ko talaga nasabe sa sarili ko na... &lt;em&gt;Shoot. Gusto ko ng mamatay. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Again, &lt;strong&gt;too much hurt. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;It's better to be left unsaid&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I hope you guys had so much fun during your holiday. I wish and I truly hope you didn't or you do not have to undergo what I felt in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, let's all be happy now. It's done. What's done, is done. Can't do anything much about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Teka, teka. Napansin niyo bang nibago ko na ang song ko dito? SUPER INLOVE ako sa song na to. Talagang nakaka-relate ako ano. Icheck niyo nlang lyrics somewhere. Haha. Basta, pag nabasa niyo. You'll know what I mean. &lt;strong&gt;Nakakainlove talaga.&lt;/strong&gt; Puhromise:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Siya nga pala, nung isang araw nag-kausap kami ni Eirene. And there was a time, na bigla nlang kaming dumating sa point na nag-uusap kami about Chucks. Kung aling color and style yung gusto namin. Haha. Nakakaaliw lang. Hopefully, may mag regalo saken ng Chucks na gusto ko. Kasi lagi nlang ako yung bumibili ng mga sapatos and lagi nlang sarili kong pera ginagamit ko e. SO... sana for a change, maiba naman. SANA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Speaking of Eirene&lt;/strong&gt;, hanggang ngayon.. nag-wowonder pa rin ako. Kasi sabi saken ni Eirene nung magka-chat kami, may gusto siyang itanong saken.. nung tinanong ko siya kung ano yun, biglang hindi na niya nasabe.:( Ano ba kasi yun, Eirene? &lt;u&gt;Nakaka-bother kasi e&lt;/u&gt;. Napapa-isip kasi ako e. Kaya, kaya.. tanungin mo lang. Sasagutin ko naman e. Kung may maisasagot ako. Kahit ano pa yan.:) So... sabihin mo lang, wag ka ng mahiya. Kk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O siya, siya. Mahaba haba na ito. Next time na ang iba. Ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*Na-update ko na ng isa pang album ang multiply ko. Itutuloy ko ang pag-update ko ng iba ko pagn pictures bukas. Ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*CHICKLETS: asan na ang home addresses ninyo? Papaano ko mapapadala ang surprise ko sa inyo kung wala yung address ninyo. Tsk tsk. Send niyo na ha:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Happy Holidays sa inyong lahat.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wishing you all the blessings life has to offer.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-116708537708799796?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/116708537708799796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=116708537708799796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116708537708799796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116708537708799796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/12/most-emotional-christmas-of-all-time_25.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-116691892114524442</id><published>2006-12-23T18:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T19:09:40.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Winter Break:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;JOY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last. Winter break is here. Although the winter break is only for a week, I want to make the best out of it. I actually have no idea how but.. I will.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yesterday was the last day of school for this year. And after school, I went to the mall with Melody and her family to buy my mom and my dad gifts. I got my mom this cd and a diamond pin and for my dad, I got him a book about Hilary Clinton. I found it really hard to find my dad one because he's really picky with things. If he won't like it, he won't dare touch it or he wouldn't really appreciate it at all. I hope my dad'll like it. Sana talaga. Nako. So anyway, I hid it inside my backpack when they picked me so they won't see it. I don't want them to get any ideas that I would give them something. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I was able to update my multiply na rin pala. Nadagdagan na ng isa pang album at isang video. Yung ibang pictures, like ung sleepover party, bukas ko na iuupload. Ok?:) Hintay hintay nlang.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASKO NA. Nako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas pala sa lahat.:):*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-116691892114524442?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/116691892114524442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=116691892114524442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116691892114524442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116691892114524442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/12/winter-break-joy.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-116674188702492724</id><published>2006-12-21T17:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T18:11:47.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yesterday I was so fridggin tired. As in sobra talaga. Pagkagaling ko sa school, nag-bake agad ako ng aking super famous na chocolate chip cookies. As in ginawa ko yun from scratch ha. Hindi yung instant na philsburry, ek-ek na yun. Which means to say, pinaghirapan ko talaga. Nagsimula ako, mga 3:30 tas natapos ako.. 6:30pm na. Hindi ko pa nagagawa yung mga homeworks ko and hindi pa ako nakakapag-aral para sa exam ko sa aking science class. Pero worth it naman yung pagod ko. And ginusto ko talaga gawin yun.:) So ayun. I ended up, baking 50+ cookies, all by myself. Kaya niyo yun? And of course, as expected, as soon as my dad arrived.. he grabbed SOME. SOME.. para sa kanya, pero para saken.. A LOT na yun. Haha.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so ayun. Pinackage ko na rin.:) Haha. And siyempre, nagsulat sulat pa ako ng mga letters ko para sa mga taong yun. AS ALWAYS. &lt;strong&gt;Kelan ba ako nagbigay ng isang gift sa isang tao na walang letter? &lt;/strong&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 packages pa lang yung napamigay ko kanina. Kasi medyo hindi ko nakaya ang aking bibitbitin ano. Sobrang dami and sobrang bigat lang talaga. Hehe. Medyo nahirapan akong hanapin ang mga taong pinagbigyan ko. Kasi siyempre, hindi ko naman sila classmates. &lt;em&gt;Kasi nga iba ang school system dito. &lt;/em&gt;So ayun. Lahat sila nagulat kasi binigyan ko sila. And siyempre, hug hug. &lt;strong&gt;The usual things people do to let you know you appreciate what you've given them.&lt;/strong&gt; It just fascinates me. Kasi.. first time ko na ganito. And to think na wala lang.. iba. Ang daming nag-iba.:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bukas magsho-shopping ulit ako ng mga christmas gifts.:) JOY.:) &lt;/strong&gt;I will be shopping gifts with Melody, not with mama this time. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was surfing the internet earlier and at the same time, trying to find our house phone, since it cordless, &lt;em&gt;my mom told me to think of the top 3 christmas gifts I want. And by top 3, it means to say..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;I have to do it according to my priorities and my needs&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;It's hard. &lt;/strong&gt;I want a lot of things this christmas and it's so hard to squeeze those things up to 3 things. What's even worst is.. I don't know which one my number one top priority. So anyway, here are SOME of the things I want, I might get those top 3 things I want from here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- visit Philippines this summer&lt;br /&gt;- visit Rus in Michigan&lt;br /&gt;- shop new clothes AND shoes &lt;s&gt;(since I'm running out of it. haha. psych)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- have a new phone&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;s&gt;visit relatives in Europe&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- go back to Philippines AND stay there.. FOR GOOD (malamang ayaw ni papa)&lt;br /&gt;- and a whole lot more. It's just not ringing in my head right now. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? &lt;u&gt;My deadline is &lt;strong&gt;tonight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; My mom said, if I don't have it tonight.. it's all three OR nothing at all. Which is not truthfully right. Since she only told me that earlier at 4:01pm. And it's now.. 5:55pm and I still don't know what to ask for. Whaaaaaaaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my. I am so.. niyaaaaaaaaaay. Haha.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay. Now I have to do my science project thing. I'll catch up with you guys soon. Kk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-116674188702492724?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/116674188702492724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=116674188702492724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116674188702492724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116674188702492724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/12/yesterday-i-was-so-fridggin-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-116666426997284518</id><published>2006-12-20T19:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T16:25:54.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My mom and I went shopping. And when I say shopping, I mean shopping to the extremes. Sobra. nag-umpisa kami ni mama ng mga 7:30am tas natapos kami mga 3pm na. And hindi pa kami titigil kung wala lang kaming party na pupuntahan. Haha. As in. Grabe si mama. &lt;strong&gt;In fairness, namiss ko yun ha.&lt;/strong&gt; Siguro mga 9yrs old plang ako nung huli kong nakasama si mama sa &lt;u&gt;extreme shopping spree&lt;/u&gt;. At wala pa akong kamalay malay sa mga bagay bagay sa paligid ko sa mall ano. Haha. I was so happy kasi una, naka-bonding ko ang aking mama dear sa pag-shopping ng mga christmas gifts ko para sa mga tao and kasi.. tapos na ako mag-shopping para sa mga friends ko. Ang kulang nlang.. yung presents ko para kay mama and papa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Party People:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Si mama pumunta sa isang party ng kanilang friend sa malayong lugar. Ako naman, pumunta sa sleepover party ng friend ko. Grabe. Ang saya, saya. Sobrang nag-bond kami ng mga girls sa sleepover na iyon. Nung una, sobrang takot ako kasi yung ibang inimbitahan ng friend ko, ni hinid ko kakilala. Tsaka, tsaka. Wala talaga akong plan pumunta. Pero alam mo yun, sobrang pinaghandaan ng friend ko yung pagpunta ko. So parang, nakakahiya kung iturn down ko yung invitation. As in pinaghandaan niya kasi, sila ng mom niya. Nilinis pa nila yung basement para saken kasi may pusa sila, and since asthmatic ako.. kailangan nilang ivaccum yun ng maigi. And, and.. hindi sila nag-prepare ng seafood dahil alam niyang allergic ako dun. Grabe talaga. Kaya ayun. Pumunta ako. And wala akong pinagsisisihan kasi.. nag-end up na, ang saya. Parang sobrang bonded namin in a way na parang matagal na kaming friends. And not to mention, I had the benefit of having new friends and meeting new people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nung party:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ang theme ng party.. Hollywood goes to Hawaii.:) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nandun kami sa basement ng bahay nila. Nandoon ang party. Pero siyempre, merong mga times na umaakyat din kami. Nung una, nanood kami ng dvd ng John Tucker Must Die. Nanood kami habang hinihintay yung ibang taong pupunta rin sa party. Tas after ng movie, dinner na. Ang saya ng dinner, exchange exchange ng mga kwento kwento. Tas nung nilabas na yung cake... oh my. Nagsimula ang gulo. Nagbatuhan kami ng cake sa mukha. SOBRANG ang saya.:) Lahat kami puro icing yung mga mukha. Haha.:) Habang nagbabtuhan kami ng cake, dumating na ang mga taong hinihintay namin. So, batuhan pa rin. Haha.:) After nun, balik kami sa basement.. at naglaro laro ng mga kung ano anong games. Hehe. Tapos, naglaro rin kami.. yung paper plate tas may gummy worms na covered ng sobrang punong puno ng whip cream. Tas kailangan naming mahanap and makain and malunok yung gummy worms para manalo. Pero may isang catch, bawal namin gamitin yung kamay namin. &lt;strong&gt;So yung mga mukha namin.. &lt;u&gt;nilublob namin sa whip cream-filled paper plate na iyon&lt;/u&gt;. Haha. SUPER SAYA.:)&lt;/strong&gt; After nun. Kanya-kanya ng groups kasi medyo dumami na yung tao. And as those groups form, padagdag ng padagdag ang mga games namin. SOBRANG FUN talaga.:) After nun, siguro mga 11pm na.. nagstart na kami mag-picture picture. At gumagawa gawa pa kami ng mga pyramids. Haha. Grabe. &lt;strong&gt;I really had fun. Sobrang WOW. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will upload the pictures in my multiply as soon as I find my digicam because I can't find it for now. And I'm too lazy to look for it. Haha.&lt;/em&gt; When the people started leaving, we just watched Benchwarmers. And guess what? Wala pa kami sa kalahati ng movie, tulog na ako. Kasi naman ano. 2am na rin yun, at 6:30am pa ako nagising ng araw na iyon. Haha. The next day after the party... I knew it'll be another BIG day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My dad picked me up at my friend's house early in the morning. Our own guests arrived at around 11am. Tas straight kami nagmass sa grotto. After nun, lunch na. Sobrang SUPER bigatin na lunch. Haha. Sa super bigating lunch, hindi na kami nagdinner nung gabing iyon. My weekend was so fun.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Although medyo kabado rin in a way, kasi alam ko madami akong unit tests this week tas wala pa akong naaaral or nagagawang homeworks and stuff. So ayun. Pero siyempre, as an official crammer.. nagawan ko naman ng paraan... natulog ako ng SUPER late. Haha.:) Siguro 2-3hours tulog lang ako.. tas ligo na for school. Haha.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-116666426997284518?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/116666426997284518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=116666426997284518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116666426997284518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116666426997284518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/12/saturday-my-mom-and-i-went-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-116596528597785320</id><published>2006-12-12T18:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T18:24:36.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Our lunch rehearsal&lt;/s&gt; We had our Algeb test part II earlier. And mind you, it is so not cool. Sobrang nakakadrain ng utak. Whaaaaaaaaaaah! Forget Algeb. Hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a little annoyed when this girl came up to me and asked me if I am going out with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;this guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, there's nothing wrong with what she asked because clearly, we were not going out. No. Not happening. &lt;strong&gt;At all.&lt;/strong&gt; And then she told me, "because if you do, &lt;strong&gt;that's juicy&lt;/strong&gt;." And I just stood there laughing, but hey,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;that guy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;is my friend. JUST my friend. Just want to make that thing clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like wakeboarding? Well, I do. As a matter of fact, I am a member at Lago de Oro. It's this wakeboarding place in Calatagan, Batangas. Anyway, early this afternoon.. as I was checking my email, I saw a message from Lago de Oro. So if you are also a member of Lago de Oro, you might be interested in what I have to say. The message goes like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"To all the wake boarders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As a way to wish you a Merry Christmas on the 16th December 2006. &lt;u&gt;LAGO DE ORO will provide a simple barbeque FREE OF CHARGE for all wakeboarders present on that day&lt;/u&gt; your ski ticket will be your entrance fee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For catering purposes, please advise us in advance.&lt;br /&gt;Management".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go.:) Awwww... wakeboarding. I miss it. Especially the fact that the last time I went wakeboarding, I was with my cousin Joeff, ate, kuya and kuya's friend, Kuya Preppy. Sigh. We'll go wakeboarding again in the near future.. you guys.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-116596528597785320?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/116596528597785320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=116596528597785320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116596528597785320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116596528597785320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/12/our-lunch-rehearsal-we-had-our-algeb.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-116587418257978233</id><published>2006-12-11T16:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T18:11:33.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Happiest birthday to my dearest Isay.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday I went out with Melody, Neda and Brittney. They picked me up at 5:30. We were with Melody's mom. I thought we were going to the mall for christmas shopping that's why I brought a hundred dollars with me but it end up that we went to this nail store and they had their nails done and their eyebrows waxed. As for me, I was just sitting in the sofa waiting for them. I waited for them for like more than two hours. When they were finished, we headed to Fuddruckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like, I like Fuddruckers. &lt;/strong&gt;It's like this super huge restaurant with these extra super HUGE servings, the sodas were bottomless and there were arcade games. I really had fun that night. As in SUPER. It was a blast. We were having so much fun. We were so wild and so loud at the same time. &lt;em&gt;We were too busy laughing our butts off to notice other people in the resto.&lt;/em&gt; Haha. We had stories and jokes and everything we can possibly talk about. I mean, really. &lt;u&gt;Everything went fast but it was so worth it spending the night with those girls&lt;/u&gt;.:) They dropped me off after our dinner. It was really a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, school went really well. This morning I wasn't really in the mood to actually go to school but it end up like.. one of my really good days so far IN school.:) I have no idea why. I just felt good today with everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our Algeb tests earlier. Part II will be tomorrow. I'm not sure if I did well with the test but hey, at least I tried my best right? Uh. Forget algeb. Forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had to go now. I have TONS of things to do. Literally serious here.&lt;br /&gt;Buhbye for now.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-116587418257978233?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/116587418257978233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=116587418257978233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116587418257978233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116587418257978233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/12/happiest-birthday-to-my-dearest-isay.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-116569827018035662</id><published>2006-12-09T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T16:10:13.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Na-eexcite ako. Paano ba naman kasi nareceive ko kahapon ang first sleep-over party na pupuntahan ko dito. Well, di pa naman sure yun pero malamang naman papayagan ako ni papa e. So ayun. Bonding ba ito. Haha.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanonood ako kanina ng tv. Napanood ko na ng dalawang beses ang movie na The Wedding Singer. Nagustuhan ko yung kinanta ni Adam Sandler sa ending ng movie.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the lyrics. Ginoogle ko pa yan ha.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Robbie hart (singing):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna make you smile whenever youre sad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carry you around when your arthritis is bad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I wanna do is grow old with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ill get your medicine when your tummy aches&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Build you a fire if the furnace breaks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh it could be so nice, growing old with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ill miss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ill kiss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give you my coat when you are cold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ill need you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ill feed you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even let ya hold the remote control&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Put you to bed if youve had too much to drink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could be the man who grows old with you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I wanna grow old with you&lt;em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ayun lang. O siya, siya. Kailangan ko pang pumunta sa bahay ni Melody para sa aming hang-out.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-116569827018035662?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/116569827018035662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=116569827018035662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116569827018035662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116569827018035662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/12/na-eexcite-ako.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-116553614693785308</id><published>2006-12-07T18:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T19:29:19.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I changed my layout. Well, not really. I just changed SOME parts of my layout.:) And my cbox as well.:) Noticed it? Sure you did.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the seventh. Ilang araw nalang.. Christmas na. (Ahem, ahem. Nudge, nudge. Wink, wink) Mga regalo ko, guys. Haha. Speaking of which, Chicklets.. kung nababasa niyo man to.. send niyo saken through friendster or email ang home address niyo. Ok? I will give you guys something for Christmas.:) Sana lang nababasa niyo to. That goes for you too, Rus. Ok?:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I want to move away.&lt;/s&gt; Ai mali. I want to break free pala. Free of everything. I &lt;s&gt;wish&lt;/s&gt; hope that I could set my mind off things, negative things that is, for a day. I want to have a day of &lt;em&gt;perfection. &lt;/em&gt;If there is such thing as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.. Tomorrow it will be colder in here. Snow will start falling tomorrow, at least that's what my dad said. (He is a reliable source for that since he is our weather person IN the house. Haha. PLUS he checks weather.com evrytime he uses his laptop) Yup. &lt;strong&gt;SNOW.&lt;/strong&gt; Not just flurries. But SNOW. It is a white Christmas in here afterall. Can't wait. Medyo ignorante pa ako pagdating dun kasi first time ko. Haha. Pero nakakita naman na ako ng snow no. Pero hindi pa yung mismong falling snow tas nasa labas ako gumagawa ng snowman. Niyay. Haha. This year, gusto ko ganun. Call me immature for that.. so what? Who cares? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Besides, you are never too old for snow.:) &lt;/em&gt;Snow is for &lt;u&gt;everyone&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guess what?&lt;/strong&gt; It was so unexpected that &lt;em&gt;I am in the honor roll&lt;/em&gt;. Sobrang.. nakaka-aliw. Naka-post sa may main office ng school yung pangalan ko. Hindi ko nga malalaman na isa ako sa honor roll kung hindi saken sinabe ng friend ko na guy na nakita niya yung name ko sa may main office sa ilalim ng "Congratulations! You made it to the honor roll." Huwaw. Never in my entire life did I expect for something like that. Or perhaps, I never thought I could do that. Especially here, the struggle.. maaaan! &lt;u&gt;You never know, because you haven't been in my shoes.&lt;/u&gt; But once you're here, you will understand. Db Rus?:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys, I'm a little bothered. I was surfing the net and I was ike going to different pages and sites and stuff. And then my eyes crossed into this certain article. The article said that there is this guy who died of pneumonia. And the thing is, &lt;u&gt;I do have pnuemonia.&lt;/u&gt; And not only that. I know I don't eat healthy foods and I am prone to like having a cold or something. I know, i know. &lt;strong&gt;I am weak, my body is weak. &lt;/strong&gt;That's why it got my mind all tangled up. What if that happens to me too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if death is really instored for me in the near future? I don't even want to go there because what can I say? &lt;strong&gt;I am afraid of death.&lt;/strong&gt; I mean really, who isn't afraid of it? Perhaps only the people who thinks their life is so negative and full of crap that they don't see the good ones. But I am not of those people. &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am happy and content with my life now. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have tons of homeworks to do and reviews and I haven't done anything yet. I am so psyched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-116553614693785308?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/116553614693785308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=116553614693785308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116553614693785308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116553614693785308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-changed-my-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-116536051848646368</id><published>2006-12-05T17:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T18:36:35.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Depression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people think or may seem that living here in the US is everything they could ask for. Some people are willing to do everything for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was given the chance to live the "American life".&lt;/strong&gt; Tsss. Maybe to some people this is life but it isn't. Living here is NO FUN at all. I don't want this. I don't want any of this. It sucks even more because I know I can't do anything about it. But to wait.. in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living here in States is a pain in the butt for me. Haha. But it's true. You might be wondering why I keep stressing the state of my life here in States is... well, it's because... it caused me to like.. feel and to experience things that are painful and the things I thought I would never feel. Tell you what, If I was given a one-way ticket back to the Philippines.. and the fact that if I leave States now, I won't be able to come back.. I would definitely grab that ticket and be on my way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am so depressed here, you guys. Clearly,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;I don't belong here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random Thoughts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It is so COLD in here. REALLY FREEZING COLD. Speaking of which, during my 5th hour class.. it started snowing. Yehes, you heard me right. &lt;strong&gt;Snow started to fall.&lt;/strong&gt; It was probably the HIGHLIGHT of the day. But hey, that only lasted for like.. 5 minutes, then it stopped. Poop. Maybe tomorrow it'll snow more. Yihaaaaaaa!;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Our winter concert for my choir class will be on December 13th. Yep, it's next tuesday. And guess what? We have this piece called.. Torah Orah. &lt;strong&gt;It's in Hebrew.&lt;/strong&gt; We actually had to learn the Hebrew language for that. It was a little hard because of the accents but it was actually fun to learn. So what the hey, right? Hebrew language is a blast. Whew! Let me cite you a line. It goes like this... &lt;em&gt;"Yisrael, v'oraita v'kudsha b'rich hu chad hu."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My aunt and my uncle visited us here in the East Coast. They came from Nevada. It was fun. We were out the whole weekend touring them all over.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. We went to the outlet in Annapolis because my aunt LOVES shopping. So there. It was nice. It's near Chesapeake Bay. Anyway, I saw a cute top in one of the displays of the store. So I asked my mom if we could go there and if she could buy me the top. So we went inside the store. The store's name is.. Pacsun. So we were inside Pacsun and I grabbed the cute top and two more tops which my mom picked out for me. When we were about to pay for it, my mom was shocked.. the total amount of the tops I asked her to buy for me was $71.90. I had no idea Pacsun was an expensive store. So there, &lt;strong&gt;I bought three tops for $71.90 or more or less like near 4,000&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;pesos in Pacsun.&lt;/strong&gt; Plus I asked my mom to buy me things from Nautica. So that's like instant shopping for me. Haha.:) FUN.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I miss my friends and my very happy life and socials in the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I wish I'll be back home in the Philippines... SOON. I wish, I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Am I a nerd? People in my school say, I am. You know, having A's doesn't make an individual nerd or geek. It only shows how much we value school. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to go for now. Tons of school works to do. I better start now.&lt;br /&gt;Buhbye!;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-116536051848646368?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/116536051848646368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=116536051848646368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116536051848646368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116536051848646368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/12/depression-lot-of-people-think-or-may.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-116475334625836954</id><published>2006-11-28T17:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T18:29:46.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nagtag ka ba saken lately? Check mo tagboard ko. Nandun ang reply ko.:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single day that pass me by, leaves me with such things that I, for myself, know that I would never forget. These things make me and my life.. let's say, more twisted. I know there are a lot of things that makes myself and everything around me seem so.. unlikely. Perhaps it's because it doesn't happen to you, but it does to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last.. what? 6 months that I have been here in States. I realized how important &lt;strong&gt;stepping up for yourself&lt;/strong&gt; is. You can't always rely on someone to do this and that for you. It's not always that you'll find someone you are comfortable with. &lt;strong&gt;It's hard&lt;/strong&gt;. Living through these adjustments and the things I had to compromise that is. These things doesn't happen to every person with the same age as I am. &lt;strong&gt;Given that, it doesn't mean.. I pity myself nor does it make me less fortunate than&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;others.&lt;/strong&gt; How silly it may seem but most of the time, I find myself at the center of all these chaos.. staring blankly ahead out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, living here in States made me stronger. It made me realize lots of things like the value of true friendship which I have back in the Philippines. I was used to being around my own group. However, that doesn't make me exclusive to other people. Generally, I've been pretty nice.:) &lt;strong&gt;It's just that I was always used to be in my comfort zone &lt;/strong&gt;(which are my group of friends and the people I am so comfortable with)&lt;strong&gt;, that I never dared to step out of it.&lt;/strong&gt; Maybe that explains why everything in here, at first, made it really hard for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned a lot of things. &lt;strong&gt;I was pushed to step out of my comfort zone and plan everything ahead of me on my own. &lt;em&gt;I was exposed to a lot of things and people I never met when I was studying in a private school for girls for 10-11 years.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I figured out, &lt;strong&gt;THIS IS MY REAL WORLD.&lt;/strong&gt; This is now the part of me. All these makes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found new friends here, but that doesn't mean that it took the place of my friends back in the Philippines. It will never be that way. It's just nice to know that I have friends form whatever race we come from, we have a lot of similarities and we enjoy the company of oneself. If you are to ask me about racism or discrimination here.. well, in my school... there is no racism but there is discrimination. However, that discrimination isn't about the race of people.. it's about being preppy, an emo, the socialites and the geeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I'm neither one of those. Ha. I'm just keeping it safe. Hey, it's only my 6th month. And there is clearly nothing wrong with that.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Belated Happy Birthday, Anj!;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;I love you and I miss you.:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-116475334625836954?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/116475334625836954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=116475334625836954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116475334625836954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116475334625836954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/11/nagtag-ka-ba-saken-lately-check-mo.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-116293092140455078</id><published>2006-11-07T14:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T18:30:15.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As I was waiting for Andrew to be online, since may usapan kami and as usual, hindi na naman niya ako sinipot.:( I checked the list of my offline friends in YM. I was trying to figure out the people who really cares about me. And I found out that a lot of them really are. But only one name from the whole list bothered me. &lt;strong&gt;It was Marc's.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe almost all of you knew the story of Marc and I abck then. Marc is one of the most reliable, respectful and SUPER nice guy friend I could ever have. I can tell him anything about everything whether it be personally or through phone lang. And once you ask him to be there or to be some place you want him to be, he's there. He's &lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS &lt;/strong&gt;there. It does not only apply to me but to everyone his friends with. He makes it a point na wala siyang nadidisappoint kasi ginagawan niya ng paraan LAHAT ng bagay. And I miss it. EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relationship with Marc, him being one of my very good guy friends, was really good. We goof a lot, we laugh, you name it. I only shared a not-really-that-long-time friendship with Marc but it was one of the many unforgettable friendships I would never forget. &lt;strong&gt;I will always, always remember him. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marc actually changed my way of thinking about boys. Back then, I really don't understand and I don't plan to understand the way boys act or think or whatever. Until he came into the picture, he proved me a lot of things that I shouldn't have thought beforehand. And that I should not generalize because one personality or attitude does not apply to every single guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now, I can't believe he's gone.:( I know it's been 21 months since he died, but I really really do miss him.:((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really, really do miss you Marc. SOBRA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-116293092140455078?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/116293092140455078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=116293092140455078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116293092140455078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116293092140455078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/11/as-i-was-waiting-for-andrew-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-116216785522080385</id><published>2006-10-29T18:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T18:30:45.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Ky, Happy happy birthday.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang wala na ako diyan. Wala na ang one big time treat nateng apat nila Mik at Rus. Ha. Hopefully, naging super okay ang birthday mo this year. Wishing you all the bests in life. Kahit na medyo alam ko naman na nasa sayo na ang mga "bests in life" na yun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Updates&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things had happened since the last time I posted an entry. Those things are actually pretty fun and at the same time, a little disappointing in some ways. But I don't want to blab about all of those things anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a sucker for understanding people when it comes to pathetic things. I mean, I do get them. It's just that I don't get the fact why they are being to out in the open and blab things you don't even want to know. What's even worse is that they go to every single detail. I mean common. Who gives shit about it anyway? Right? All I could do is give a smile and say... "Um, yeah." Ha.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything here seems to be pretty smooth. So far, so good. I never really thought it would be this way. At first I &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; this whole thing will be a madness for me. But no. It's actually okay. Okay in a sense that it's not really fun. But it's okay. It's just normal. For only 5 months, of being here.. it is actually good I had to admit.:) So you guys, need NOT to worry about me.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy that I am being able to catch up with my friends in a lot of ways-friendster, myspace, emails and even YM.:) It feels good that I know I do have a lot of back-ups back in the Philippines. So when I come back home, I know I'll be coming back for more.... more people, more fun and hell lot more of gimiks!;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Trick or Treat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trick or treat is fast approaching. I am thinking whether I'll be a fairy or a lady bug. You guys, lady bug is really cool. It'll make me look so much younger. And by means of much younger... I mean, really young... like a little girl who can't even cross the street. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Daylight Saving Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the start of the daylight saving time. It's actually confusing.. I mean really. For those of you who doesn't know about it. It makes our time an hour later than usual. Which means to say that... here in the East Coast.. we'll be 13 hours delayed compared to the usual 12 hours delayed from the time back in the Philippines. Confusing? I'll give you an example. Let's say, it's 8am (wednesday) in the Philippines.. our time here will be.. 7pm (tuesday) Get it? Still confusing? I told you so.:) Ha.:) This'll last until next year, the spring season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have to go. I'll answer your tags later or maybe tomorrow.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-116216785522080385?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/116216785522080385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=116216785522080385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116216785522080385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116216785522080385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/10/ky-happy-happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-116131076859242399</id><published>2006-10-19T21:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T18:32:43.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday, love. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Yes, LOVE nga. It is Rus' birthday today. Happy Birthday girlaloo! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ruuuuus! This will be what the second year na magbibirthday ka na wala ako personally to celebrate it with you. :( But still, remember.. I AM ALWAYS with you naman emotionally. Naaaks! ;) Thank you for being such a nice friend. We've been through a lot of things and yet, tignan mo ang strong pa rin ng friendship nten considering all the things that had happened. And un nga, yung nagkahiwalay tayo. :( Oh well, basta. YOU CAN ALWAYS COUNT ON ME. Just call, text or email me if you need me. Ok ok? I wish you more birthdays to come and more.. kakikayan-ish from you to surprise me and the other people around you who really cares. :) I love you lots, Rus. :) HUG. Ingat sa boys. *ahem, ahem. UPDATE! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mga replies ko sa tags niyo: (FINALLY. i know, i know. SORRY NA)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eirene: &lt;/strong&gt;Nakapag-usap na kayo ng best friend mo? Mabuti naman. Okay yan no. Just keep the ways of communications open. ALWAYS. :) Aling greatest fear ko? Yung to be alone ba.. oo no. Sinabe mo pa. Nakakatakot talaga yung mag-isa lang. And sadly, parang ganun nangyayari ngayon sken dito. ALTHOUGH, MERON naman akong friends. Pero still, iba yung mga friends ko na nakasama ko na habang nagma-mature ako. Gets? Kasi mas kilala nila ako. So ayun. Oo no. Astig talaga ang group namin. Siyempre, kasama ako dun. Ahahaha. Pero seriously, okay group namin. (Nababasa niyo ba Chicklets? OKAY GROUP NATEN) Okay lang kahit na hindi mo ako nabati on-time no. At least nabati mo ako. Yung ung importante. Db db? Thank you sa bait ha. Naapreciate ko yun. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rus: &lt;/strong&gt;Akala ko ba tatawag ka, iha? Haaay nako. Naghintay-hintay ako ng tawag mo, wala naman. Kailan mo ako i-uupdate sa nanagyari sa iyo at sa date mo ha? Aba. SPILL naman. I've read your blog pero siyempre, mas gusto ko yung ikuwento mo sken. Kasi iba pag sayo mismo nanggaling. Rus.. ako active sa school ko? Hindi nga e. Sa acad, siguro. Pero sa iba, hindi naman e. Magkakaroon ka rin ng AP classes no. Just wait. :) Rus, buong Quince Orchard HS, pinag-take ng PSAT. In preparation daw for SATs. What the fudge nga e. Pero in fairness, medyo madali siya. Hindi siya yung mabigat na test na inexpect ko. Yepyep, 2 honors classes ko. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paola: &lt;/strong&gt;Nasa CAI ka na naman? Napapadalas na iyan iha ha. Tsk tsk. Haha. I miss you too Pao. SOBRANG miss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michi: &lt;/strong&gt;Ikaw pa. Kailan ba magiging boring or kailan ba lumipas ang birthday mo na hindi talaga "nacecelebrate"? Never naman e. Kasi YOU ARE SO SPECIAL. Special in a good way ha. :) Yung birthday ko naman, buong day ko.. parang ordinary school day lang.. FLAT. Walang kahit ano. Pero okay na rin kasi all the people who are close to me, and the people na hindi ko na masyado napapansin na alam ang birthday ko.. ay binati ako. So okay na rin. IT'S THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS nga db? :) Wala akong makaka-date sa Homecoming Dance. Sure na ako dun. Hehe. Mik, wag mo na akong iimagine na nagsosoccer. Matatawa ka lang. Haha. Oo nga e, nakakamiss. Dito naman hindi uso ang squad, squad. Laging pinapalitan ung team mates ko. At ang PE namin, everyday. San ka pa? Sige ba, bibigyan kita ng picture ko na suot ang lady bug costume ko na pang-trick or treat ng mabawasan ang mga bugs niyo sa bahay. Haha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cza: &lt;/strong&gt;Aba. Nagsalita ka ha. Sino kaya mas matanda sa ating dalawa aber? Ikaw kaya. January mo e. First na first sa buong year. Haha. :) Miss na miss na kita. Nako. Yung kakulitan mo, yung ka-cornihan mo madalas, yung pagka-sweet mo.. miss na miss ko na lahat ng yun. :) Kasi yun ang mga qualities na "classic Czaboiiiii". I love you Cza! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noemi: &lt;/strong&gt;Noeeeems! Thank you sa bati. :) Talaga favorite seatmate mo ako? Naks naman. :) I am doing okay. NOT well NOR GOOD. Just OKAY. Ikaw? Miss na rin kita ano. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anj: &lt;/strong&gt;Aaaaaaaaawwww.. Namiss ko na yun. Yung nadadagdagan ng bebeh yung mga names nten. Lalo na ung akin. Haha. Thanks sa bati, Anj. :) Miss na kita. Hindi nga, seryoso. Miss na kita. I love you, Anj. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dang and Caris: &lt;/strong&gt;Thank you sa bati niyo sken. :) Miss ko na kayo. Ikaw Caris, kasi nakakapag-open ako sayo about.. alam mo na.. stuff na tayong 2 lang nakakagets (multi-purpose building "open" moments) Ikaw Dang, kasi masaya ka kasama. Kahit na minsan parang ang tahimik mo.. pero alam ko na madami ka namang masasabi. :) I love you both. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nins: &lt;/strong&gt;Thanks sa bati Nins. :) Alam ko kung bakit beerday. Kasi db octoberfest na. Tama naman db? Haha. Kung mali.. Oh well... Haha. :) Miss na miss na rin kita. Nako. Sobra. :) I love you Nins. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isay: &lt;/strong&gt;It's never too late. :) Ang importante, hindi monakalimutan at nagreet mo ako. :) Thank you sa bati ha. I love you too, Isay. Miss na kita. SUPER. Hindi na kasi kita nakasama ulit before I left for States e. Sayang. Oh well, babawiin nten un SOMEDAY. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-116131076859242399?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/116131076859242399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=116131076859242399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116131076859242399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116131076859242399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-birthday-love.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-116111764652670641</id><published>2006-10-17T16:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T18:37:07.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Speak up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEOPLE OFTEN MISUNDERSTAND ME. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by people, I meant the people who are close to me like my relatives and my "special friend/s". It's safe to say that I'm nice/good. I have been one. Even ask people who really know me. I let everything pass as long as it doesn't have anything to do with me. I often keep my mouth shut. However, there are times when I feel I HAVE TO talk.. and, and I just say everything. I AM FRANK. I say everything I want to say and I don't care if it hurts you bad. I just want you to know, what you are to me. If you've been bad, I say it. If you've been nice, or maybe TOO nice, I complement it. You ask for my opinion and I give my HONEST opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying that someone is messing up with me. I just realized it. Of how people tend to listen and show their empathy but deep down.. they just don't get you. AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am in the brink of falling apart. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am so fridggin on the edge of it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know anyone I can share my problems with. I don't even know if there are people who are willing to listen to what I have to say. Maybe for them it's useless, pathetic and immature. They might even find me so dramatic that I am pouring my heart out in my blog. Blogging help me in some way to release the tension and the negativity that I feel inside. But I know it won't definitely make my mind off the problem. For I will keep on coming back through it. Over and over again. And that's the cause of being so alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, you'll know how it feel like to be so alone. There's no one you can talk to and there's no one whom you are sure to listen to you. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T LIKE MY LIFE RIGHT NOW. It's not that I'm not contented. It's just that I don't like it at all. I am faced with these and that because I HAVE TO. I SHOULD. I HAVE TO be here. Even if I don't want to. I am faced with things that I never thought I would. I never imagined life could be so bitter. But then, here I am. Feeling the bitterness and sometimes the loveliness of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true. Life is bittersweet. Sometimes it's sweet but most of the time, it could be bitter and kill you like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody wake me up from this misery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-116111764652670641?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/116111764652670641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=116111764652670641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116111764652670641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116111764652670641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/10/speak-up.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-116027307683742031</id><published>2006-10-07T21:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T09:17:37.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was not able to blog for the past few days kasi SOBRANG naging busy ako. SOBRA lang talaga. I have been busy with school and my other activities outside school. Ha. So ayun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of things to share but unfortunately, I can't tell ALL of it. One by one. And I really don't feel the need to share every detail of those things. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here are my random thoughts. *Wink, wink. *Hint, hint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October 6, &lt;/strong&gt;it was Mik's birthday. I feel bad kasi hindi ko siya nabati. Pero I hope she understands. And I want her to know na hindi ko nakalimutan. Mik, hindi ko nakalimutan ha. Busy lang talaga. Sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days. Three long days and it'll be my birthday already. To be honest, hindi ko feel ang birthday ko this year. Kasi parang.. nothing extraordinaire. Not to mention, wala ang mga pinaka-close sken na tao. Hmf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Bo-ho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daym. Ateneo lost against Uste during the seniors UAAP basketball game. (I knew that because of Gelo. Haha. Thanks pala sa infos.) Yepyep. ADMU lost. BUT according to Gelo, both of them played really well. So mabuti naman db. Hindi sila natalo because they let it slip, meaning yung tambak. So goody good na rin. Pero still. It might have been better if ADMU won. Ha. I am always for ADMU. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about that game already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tonight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.. is the night. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah. You heard me right. Tonight is the BIG night for Rus. Yihee. I hope everything will turn out so good for her and her date. Suhweet! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of homecoming..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My OWN homecoming dance will be on the 4th of November.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than one month, and still no prospect for a date. Actually, I might go AND not have a date. Pwede rin yun. I have my friends, we could do "group date". Haha. Might be that way. Or shall I say, most likely it'll be that way. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cha and Allen are so over each other. Ha. Rejoice. That's a GOOD thing. SUPER good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;SHOUTouts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dang: &lt;/strong&gt;I love you too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michi: &lt;/strong&gt;Okay lang no. Kamusta naman pala ang araw nung anniv ng Chicklets? Meron bang extraordinary na nangyari or parang ordinary day lang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rus: &lt;/strong&gt;Oo, makapal mukha mo. In a way na.. hindi ka nahihiya to say what you really want. Not in a bad way. And mali ka no. Hindi ko kaya yun. Wala akong power to do that. Haha. Mahiyain ako e. Dun tayo nagkaiba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isay: &lt;/strong&gt;I miss and I love you too. :) SOBRA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cza: &lt;/strong&gt;Wala nga akong prospect na gusto ko maging date for homecoming dance e. Yung actual na pagtatanong pa kaya? Haha. Miss na miss na rin kita no. SOBRA na eto. Oo nga e. Wala na akong matatanggap na gifts. Swerte niyo. Makaka-save na kayo ng money kasi nawala na ako. Minus na sa mga bibigyan niyo ng regalo pag merong special occassion. Haha. Pero wag ka. Pagbalik ko, babawiin ko un. Haha. Teka, teka. Bakit? Di na ba masaya ngayong wala na ako? Grabe. Iba na talaga pag special. Ahem, ahem. Haha. Miss na miss ko na ang ka-sweetan at ka-cornihan mo Cza. Haha. I love you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eirene: &lt;/strong&gt;Haha. Oo ngae. Iba na pag sikat gaya mo. Namimiss na ng mga taong kagaya ko. :D Kaya mag-iingat ka rin palagi iha ha. Bibihira nlang ang mga nilalang na gaya nateng dalawa. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paola: &lt;/strong&gt;Save the best for last. O ha? :D Loka ka talaga. Buti hanggang ngayon, di ka pa rin nahuhuli ni Sr Iris. Haha. Kung hindi, LAGOT. Haha. Talaga? Kasama mo si Caris nung nagtag ka sken? WOW. Miss ko na rin kayong dalawa ano. Miss na miss pa nga e. Love you lots. :) Ikaw rin, Caris. I love you lots. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-116027307683742031?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/116027307683742031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=116027307683742031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116027307683742031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/116027307683742031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-was-not-able-to-blog-for-past-few.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-115949073147357707</id><published>2006-09-28T20:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T22:33:55.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 2nd anniversary Chicklets! :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yihee. We've known each other for like a long time. Eversince... grade 6 and siyempre si Nins, nung grade 7. Ha. Mga nene pa tayo nun. We've known how each of us grew physically, mentally and socially. Some even went out of their cocoon and really bloomed. Ahem. All of us became what we are now because we have each other. We count on each other about almost anything. And siyempre, dahil MEDYO malaki rin ang group naten, there are times na merong mga arguments and misunderstandings. Well... in our case, MOST of the time. Ha. Admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero deep within those fights, we know we still have each other no matter how long our fights can be. Most of the time, some of us doesn't even know there is a fight/misunderstanding. Ahem, ahem. Raise right hand. Guilty ako na isa ako sa mga yun. Haha. Nalalaman ko lang na meron palang misunderstanding, once nagtatawag for an "open forum" ang group during recess or lunch. And lahat tayo, kabado (aminin niyo) kasi hindi naten alam kung bigla nlang may maghihit ng sama ng loob sa atin. Merong mga times na nakakaiyak na, merong mga times na feeling naten.. for good ng mawawala yung group and stuff like that. Pero grabe. Iba. Iba yung group naten. Iba in a GOOD way. Kasi kahit ano mangyari, alam naten.. na nandun pa rin e. You can expect that sooner or later magkaka-ayos din. Kasi hindi naten pinapabayaan mawala yung friendship na nabuo naten eversince. :) Db, db. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe. Kung hindi ako lumipat ng Assumption Antipolo, hindi ko kayo makikilala. You've made my one and a half long bus drive from our house to school, in the morning and in the afternoon, so worth it. :) Sobrang thank you for the friendship and the good times we've spent together. Pagbalik ko, EXPECT FOR MORE. :) Babawiin naten lahat. Okiedokie? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You girls are the best(est), truest and real friends I have. NO ONE can ever change that fact. ;)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Rus, Mik, Pao, Cza, Caris, Ky, Nins, Dang, Anj and Isay.. I love you all. :) :*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;We will ALWAYS be Chicklets. Kahit kailan walang magbabago OR mawawala OR madadagdag dun.&lt;/strong&gt; (kahit pa na wala kami diyan ni Rus physically) Ok, ok? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shoutouts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paola: &lt;/strong&gt;Sorry ngayon ko lang nareplayan yung tag mo sken. Oo, nabasa ko yung offline message mo sken sa YM dati. Thanks ha. And.. okay ka na ba? Medyo late na para tanungin ko kasi 10 days ago mo pa pinost yung tag mo na may sakit ka nga. Oo no. Sobrang pangit and asama ng feeling pag may hika. Parang every breath you take, last na e. Grabe. I hate it pag hinihika ako. Sobara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michi: &lt;/strong&gt;Ganun? Sisipagin ka rin no. Time will come. Tignan mo nga ako, ngayon lang sinipag. Haha. Oo nga e. Sobrang okay ng mga grades ko ngayon. Naten pala. Except for one or maybe two subjects. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cza: &lt;/strong&gt;Czaaaaaaaaaa! Miss na rin kita no. Sobrang miss pa nga e. And siyempe no, hindi talaga ako magpapa-api. So don't worry. Okay? :) Hindi ko naman talaga kayo makakalimutan no. Sobrang hindi. Walang makakapalit sa inyo no. Ibang iba kayo e. :) IN A GOOD WAY. :) Cza, kung hindi mo ako maabtuan sa YM.. which is LAGI. Haha. Iwan ka nlang ng message sa friendster. Lagi/madalas kong chinecheck un. Mas madalas kesa sa YM. Kaya kung may gusto kang sabihin/ishare.. friendster nlang. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rus: &lt;/strong&gt;Ayun naman ang talagang bano ano. Haha. Oo nga e. Buti talaga. Nung una kala ko mahirap, pero hindi naman masyado e. Nakakamiss lang talaga yung "old times" na alam mong magiging GREAT yung school day dahil sa mga super-tight/close-friend/classmate mo. Iba talaga sa Pinas. I miss it. Ako pupunta sa Homecoming Dance? No way, kung wala akong date. Ayoko nga maging stag. Pero BAKA pumunta ako kung pupunta mga friends ko na MERONG date. Ask a guy? Are you dead serious? HINDI KO KAYA YUN NO. Ano ba.... Rus, magka-iba naman tayo pagdating sa pakapalan ng mukha ano. Haha. I love you, Rus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noemi: &lt;/strong&gt;Noems.. oo nga e. Buti nlang talaga nakapag-adjust na ako. Sinabe mo pa. :) Miss na miss na rin kita no. I know I can trust you with all my "crush-stories". Haha. Tuloy ang ligaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;Ever now and then, we find a special friend. Who never lets us down. Who understands it all. Reaches out each time you fall. Your the best friend I have found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-115949073147357707?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/115949073147357707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=115949073147357707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115949073147357707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115949073147357707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-2nd-anniversary-chicklets-yihee.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-115923614079427792</id><published>2006-09-25T21:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:08:21.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>spanish</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had dawned on me that I haven't updated my blog for the past few days. Pero heck. Wala rin naman akong masabi e. And I was really busy with school stuff and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy the other day or was it just yesterday.. I'm not sure. But I was so happy that I got the chance to talk to Ky through YM. Kahit na for a short time lang. We talked about some things that are going on. It made my day. :) Sobra. Kasi for the first or second time eversince umalis ako.. kahapon ko lang ulit nakausap si Ky. Sobara. I super miss talking to her. I was also able to talk to Dek ALSO through YM. &lt;strong&gt;What can I say.. YM is my online-best-friend.&lt;/strong&gt; True, true. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my grades this morning at school. I am so freakin happy. JOY. :) For my two tests.. which is Physics and Spanish.. I got an A. :) Ha. I love it. :) Now I can say studying my butt off really did pay off. :) SO happy. GRIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pao, Mik, Cza, Rus and Noems.. Check niyo nlang ulit bukas blog ko para sa mga replies ko sa mga tags ninyo saken. Matutulog na ako e. Kanina pa ako pinapatulog ni Mama dear. Okay, okay? Babawi ako. Promise. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-115923614079427792?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/115923614079427792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=115923614079427792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115923614079427792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115923614079427792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/09/spanish.html' title='spanish'/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-115853422164037731</id><published>2006-09-17T18:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T19:03:41.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Humayun naman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Hindi ko alam kung ano ang nakain ko kaninang lunch ano. Pero grabe. Sinipag akong mag-aral ngayon. For the past.. 6 hours.. kasi nagstart ako ng 12noon, wala akong ginawa kung hindi mga bagay na related at na kailangan para sa school ko. Sabihin na nating.. OO. NAGCCRAM ako. Dahil hindi ko nagawa lahat ng yun nung Friday pati kahapon. Kasi tinamad ako. Pero still. Usually kahit cramming.. tinatamad ako kaya nag-eend up na hindi ako natutulog tas naiiyak nlang ako pag hindi ko magawa ung dapat kung gawin. Pero ngayon.. Iba. Ibang iba talaga. Parang ang sarap ng feeling na hindi kasi pakiramdam ko nagiging nerd na ako. Not that ayoko maging nerd ha. Or I'm not saying na ang pangit maging nerd. Hindi lang ako yung taong nerd. Ganun ang ibig kong sabihin. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe talaga. Hindi kapani-paniwala. Ang dami kong nagawa ngayon. Tas non-stop. Para akong robot. Haha. Isipin niyo nlang ha.. never ko nasimulan lahat ng to.. pero nagawa and natapos ko lahat to.. (1) assignment kong napakahirap dahil sa lintsak na computations at graphing para sa math, (2) ang DAPAT na summer reading essays na ngayon ko lang ginawa. haha. mahusay kasi ako. (3) read 10 pages of the novel.. "of mice and men" for english, (4) ang science fair project paper #1 ko. Lahat yun due bukas. Haha. Ang galing ko talaga. Crammer ang putik. Haha. Natatawa nlang ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon naman. Nag-aaral ako ng Spanish.. online. O ha. Bongga. Online pa. Haha. Kasi kailangan kong mag-aral orally e. Kasi oral tests namin sa Spanish bukas pati sa Tuesday. Tas sa Wednesday naman, unit test na namin. Tsss. Grabe. Ang bilis. Pero mabuti na rin yun para hindi ako masyado ma-alone dito at makauwi na ako ng Pinas ano. Haha. Yun nlang iniisip ko. At naiinspire ako to do better. :) Makashyak. Inspire ba ito. Haha. Pero.. SERYOSO. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakuha ko na grade ko sa math. Yung mga homeworks and quizzes and stuff. B ba ito. Not bad for a start. Pero hindi pa calculated dun ung unit test namin. Which will be given to us tomorrow. Kaya wish me luck mga iho at iha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most likely manonood kami ni Melody ng football game sa Friday. Kasi home game sa school namin. Haha. Nakakatamad kasi pumunta kung sa ibang school e. Haha. Ewan. Basta. Yun ang plan. First lakad ko iyon with a friend pag nagkataon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Masaya ako ngayon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo. Tama. Masaya ako ngayon. JOY. :) Ewan ko ba. Basta masaya ako. Parang ang gaan ng feeling ko. Kasi no worries. Alam niyo yung feeling na ganun? And I know someone and a lot more others would be there for me and love me for me. Ang drama. Haha. Pero totoo. Ang light ng feeling ko. :) JOY. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;SHOUTOUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paola: &lt;/strong&gt;Haha. Kasi naman. Buti nga yun naging strict si Sr Iris e. At least, may makikinig na sa kanya. Hindi yung basta basta nlang siya pagtatawanan dahil sa pagsasalita niya. Pero nacurious lang ako.. Ganun pa rin ba siya magsalita? At maglakad? Haha. :) Aaaaah. Yung bata pala yung sinabihan ng KSP. Akala ko ikaw. Hindi mo kasi nilinaw e. Haha. Ikaw pa talaga sinisi ko e no. Ayun naman ang Jumpstart Pao. Haha. Jose ba ito. Sure kang hindi Jose-lito? Haha. Benta. :)) Joke lang Pao. Alam ko namang like mo ang Joseng iyon e. Kung nasaan man yun, BAKA iniisip ka rin nun. Haha. Nge. Kung ano nangyayari kay Rus, hindi nangyayari sken no. Stag na talaga ako. Or hindi ako pupunta. Or.. ewan. Bahala na. Haha. Ang labo ko. Sige, sgie. Hindi ko na iisipin na nakakalimutan na ako ng ibang Chicklets. Oh my Gulay! Alam mo ba napanood ko na yung movie na un. Nung August pa. Ang ganda. Sobra. Mapapasayaw ka. :) I loves it! ;) Miss na miss na kita Pao. Sobra talaga. Lalo na yung kaingayan mo. Pati ang walang katapusang halakhak mo pag natatawa ka. Haha. Love you, Pao. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-115853422164037731?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/115853422164037731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=115853422164037731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115853422164037731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115853422164037731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/09/humayun-naman.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-115844724510581436</id><published>2006-09-16T18:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T23:54:12.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Humarurot ang loka. Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nakakakilig. Mas kinikilig na pala kaysa kay Rus. Haha. Nakaka-inlove. Sabay lahat na pala. Haha. Pero grabe. Ang cute naman ng nangyari. Not to mention, sobrang sweet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nakaka-inggit. Paano kaya kung saken nangyari yun? Niyaaaaay.. :) JOY na iyon. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;Ang Rus ano. Ang haba ng hair mo loka! :) Ang sweet naman niya. With all the balloon and stuff just to say yes? Grabe. Bongga. And tama ka, kung hindi ka niya talaga gusto. He won't do anything like that. Napaka-extraordinaire nga ng ginawa niya e. For homecoming plang yan ha. Paano pa kaya pag naging kayo. Yihee. Tuloy tuloy na ang ligaya mo iha. :) And wag ka ng mag-isip ng negative na baka napilitan lang siya or something no. Sige ka. Baka pumangit ka niyan for the homecoming. Tsk. Haha. I love you Rus. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;School is FUN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. School is fun. Hindi na ako masyadong bummed about it. Kasi siguro.. sabihin na nating I was able to take the adjustments pretty well and fast. Plus. Meron naman na akong mga friends which make it a little more easier for me to cope up. Pero siyempre, aaminin ko. Iba pa rin sa Pinas. Nothing more like it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only been.. what? 3 weeks of school and I already had my unit test for my honors class algebra. It was pretty easy though. Kasi nag-expect ako ng mahirap tas pagdating nung papers parang ako.. "eto lang?" But clearly, I would not say na mataas grade ko ha. Kasi hindi ko alam. Usually, pag nadalian ako.. mababa grade ko. We'll see about that on Monday kasi sa Monday pa ibabalik ung test papers namin. Hopefully, mataas grade ko sa unit test namin. Kasi.. 70% ng grade ko un. Tssss. Naloka nlang ako pag bumagsak ako. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honors class science. Tsk. Feeling ko next sem, hindi na ako kasali sa honors class. Kasi naman.. ang hirap. Sobra. Yung mga experiments ko.. ako lang mag-isa gumagawa and trust me, hindi siya masaya. Eto pa ha. MAG-ISA AKONG GAGAWA AND MAG-DEDEFEND NG SCIENCE PROJECT. My life is totally over that class. Yung sa Pinas nga hirap na ako e. Group pa un ha. Paano pa kaya ngayon na mag-isa nlang ako. And get this. Kung wala ako sa honors class.. sana hindi ako gagawa ng science fair project. Shoot talaga. Ano ba kasi naging basehan nila at nalagay ako sa klaseng iyon? Haaaaaai. Kahit na anong gawin ko, wala na akong magagawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang tennis ko ano.. kahit papaano ay nag-iimporve na. Haha. Hindi na ako masyado naghahabol ng bola. Haha. Pero grabe. Pamatay ung mga warm-ups namin. 100 ba naman na pushu-ups at sit-ups tas isang lap sa football field. Grabe talaga. Before pa magstart ang actual lesson, pagod na kami. Pero mas gusto ko naman ang tennis kaysa sa weight lifting ano. Haha. Na-iimagine niyo ba ako na nagbubuhat ng mga barbels and stuff? Eeeeeeeeeek! HINDI mangyayari yun. HINDI AKO PAPAYAG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class nung friday, may home game ang football varsity namin. Supposedly, manonood ako. Kasama si Melody. But then, nag-absent siya dahil sa fever so hindi na kami tumuloy. Pero baka this friday, manood kami. Yehes. Ako. Manonood ako ng actual football game. Nagpaturo na nga ako kay papa kung papaano ba ung game na un e. Sohor na. Ayoko kasi maging loser na nanonood lang to be there. Gusto ko naiintindihan ko. Ayoko nga maging ignorante. Haha. GO COUGARS! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yepyep. I am happy. Kasi naman.. nag-online ako kanina. I got the chance to talk to some of my very close friends. But sadly, none from Chicklets. :( Anyway, back to what I was saying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naka-usap ko ang echusang Dek. :) JOY un. I love you, Dek. :) Kahit na medyo hindi siya hyper gaya ng usual. Medyo okay na rin. We talked about this someone. Someone who really makes every little thing so freaking bad. Tssss. Ang unfair nga ng someone na yun e. He makes things so miserable to the point na lahat ng tao parang gusto ng iturn ung back sa kanya. Ang sama niya kasi e. Ang harot harot. Siya ang bitch ng opposite sex. Sobra. Walang exaggeration. Super yabang pa. Rar. And... not to mention, naka-usap ko rin ang pinsan ni Dek. Kaya lang medyo bitin ung usap kasi umalis kami. Hai. Di bale, may next time pa. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;SHOUTOUTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michi: &lt;/strong&gt;Nabasa ko nga yung entries ni Rus nung Sept 11 and 12 e. Ang haba ng buhok ng loka. Haha. Sobrang nakakakilig no. Kelan kaya mangyayari sten un? Sa dreams nlang ata. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paola: &lt;/strong&gt;Ikaw talaga. Nagchecheck ka pa rin sa CAI and sa Computer classes? Gumudluck nlang sayo iha. Sana hindi ka mahuli. Okay, ok Pao. Hihintayin ko yung offline messages mo sken ha. Oo nga e. Pansin ko lang ang galing mo manghula. Pwede ka ng sumunod sa yapak ni Madam Auring. Haha. :) Oo nga e. Buti nag-aagree si God na makapag-usap tau no. Haha. Miss na miss na kita Poa. Sobra. Pati ang mga benta mong tawa at mga hirit. Nako.. :) Pao.. Pumayag ka na tawagin ka nilang KSP? Tsk. Haha. Kung ako un. Nasapak ko na sila. Haha. Joke lang ha. Haha. Ano naman name ng crush mo ngayon? Nagagaya ka na kay Rus ha. Ang daming crush. Haha. Oo nga e. Mukha ngang super busy na kayo ngayon. Pero buti nlang nagkaka-time pa kayo para makipag-communicate samin ni Rus. Naappreciate ko yun. :) Thanks ha. Kayong tatlo lang nila Mik and Cza yung ganun e. Yung iba parang.. nakalimutanna kami. :( Ai nako. Mas miss na namin kayo no. Sobra sobra. Sana magkasama sama na ulit tayong lahat. Yung about naman sa soiree.. bakit hindi ka nakapunta dun sa 2 soiree niyo? And walang problema yan. Madami pa namang time before ng prom e. Tsaka madami ka naman boys e. :) Ako nga e. Homecoming dance namin sa November na. Hanggang ngayon wala akong partner. Haha. It's either stag or hindi nlang ako pupunta no. Hai nako. Super miss na kita iha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noemi: &lt;/strong&gt;Hi noems! :) Okay naman ako. Medyo okay na sa mga adjustments na nangyari. Miss na rin kita. Pati ang mga kwentuhan nteng tungkol sa Ateneo at La Salle. Pati ang crush ko dati. Sheesh. Quiet. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rachel H:&lt;/strong&gt; Rachel Hahahalili. :)Nako. Buti sinabe mong Rachel H. Kasi nung pagbasa ko nung tag ko.. Parang ako.. "Si penpen magtatag sa blog ko? Ni hindi nga niya alam ung url ko e." Haha. Sabay nag-register sa utak ko na ikaw nga. :) Haha. Miss na kita. Ang saya mong seatmate. :) Lagi pa nten iniinis si Penny nun. Haha. Naalala ko one time. Nung grouping, naiyak nlang siya bigla sa harap nten. Parang tayo.. "Okay?" Haha. Thank you sa pagdrop mo dito sa blog ko ha. And thank you sa compliment na masaya basahin. :) Gumawa ka rin ng blog mo. Dali. :) I'm sure pag nagkaroon ka ng blog.. mas magiging mas masaya basahin yun. :) And okay lang na.. hindi ka tumatangkad no. Height doesn't matter. :D Yun nlang isipin mo. Kasi totoo naman. :) Miss na kita kausap. Ang saya mo kasi kasama e. Yiheee. :) Haha. Ang labo ko na. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I keep on coming back to you. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-115844724510581436?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/115844724510581436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=115844724510581436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115844724510581436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115844724510581436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/09/humarurot-ang-loka.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-115810373183788145</id><published>2006-09-12T19:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T21:50:55.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Aba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aba. Ang Rus nagsalita. Bakit ikaw ba mabilis ka mag-update? Ahahaha. Joke lang Rus. :) Sorry na kung MEDYO late. Ang busy ko kasi. Ang dami namin LAGI assignments not to mention.. unit tests ko na. Hayuuup talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medyo ang sama pa ng pakiramdam ko. Ayoko naman mag-absent kasi ang DAMI kong mamimiss. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun. Wala naman akong isheshare e. Except sa.. ANG LAMIG NA dito! Db Rus? Ang sarap tuloy mag-bum nlang at walang gawin. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ayan na Rus. Eto na ang mga sagot ko sa mga tags niyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rus: &lt;/strong&gt;Ahaha. Aba. Dapat ka lang mabaliw sa shoutout ko. Haha. Gaya ng pagkabaliw ng ihong si Steve na iyon sa iyo. Yiheee.. :)) Oo. Cougars din school namin. Talaga? Kayo rin? Steeeg. Sana nga pareho nlang tayo pati ng school ano. Para mas masaya. Pero mukha namang imposible kasi duh... nasa Michigan ka at nandito ako. Haha. Alam mo, alam mo. Alam ko na kung saan dito sa East yung madaming Pinoy na HS students. Sa Wheaton High School dito rin sa Maryland. Sila nga daw nag-dodominate ng school e. Dati daw itim. Ngayon mga pinoy/pinay na. San ka pa? Sana dun nlang din ako. Haaaaai. Mabalik tayo kay Steve. Hindi yun makikipag-hook up sa ibang girl. Naka-hook up na siya sayo e. Haha. Yikee.. Ang Rus.. :)) Oo nga pala. Kelan ka ba tatawag? Sa thursday nlang. Mag-aaral ako bukas para sa unit test ko sa Math e. Thursday nlang ha, Otei? :) I love you more, the-bitchest-of-all-bitches! ;) Haha. Joke. I love you, Rus. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mik: &lt;/strong&gt;Um.. oo. Enjoy na rin. Pero iba pa rin talaga yung diyan sa Pinas. Sobrang iba. Mas gusto ko diyan. :) And totoo naman e. Kayo pa ring mga &lt;strong&gt;Chicklets ang the bests&lt;/strong&gt;. ;) Promise. :) Miiiik, meron akong message sayo sa friendster. Yun na ung reco letter ko sayo supposedly. :) Basahin mo nlang pag nagkaroon ka na ng time. :) I miss and I love you, Miiiik. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eirene: &lt;/strong&gt;Haha. Oo nga. Pero mahirap iwasan ang mga tao kung sila lumalapit sayo. Pero teka. Bakit naman hindi na kailangan ng friend mo ng new friends? Ang weird naman nun. First time ko nakarinig ng ganun ah. Miss na kita. Sana maabutan kita sa YM some time. :) May news ako sayo.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;I want you to want me.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-115810373183788145?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/115810373183788145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=115810373183788145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115810373183788145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115810373183788145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/09/aba.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-115757386790952362</id><published>2006-09-06T15:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T16:17:48.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako masaya sa school ko. Ampota! (sorry for the word) Hindi lang talaga. Gusto ko ng umuwi sa Pinas! Whaaaaaaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam niyo yun.. from a big group sa Pinas.. naiwan ako sa pagiging mag-isa during breaks. ALTHOUGH.. may friends naman ako no. So in a way, hindi ako loser. Pero still. Iba talaga sa Pinas. Sobrang mas okay sa Pinas. Kaya para sa mga taong okay na ang buhay sa Pinas. DON'T THINK OF MOVING HERE to study. It's Aaaaaaaaaaargh. Yun lang masasabi ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is clearly NO discrimination naman. Pero alam mo yun. Iba e. Hindi ko sinasabe na ayoko sa kanila, or na ayaw nila sken. Pero iba talaga. You will know it pag na-try niyong mag-aral dito. Ngayon naiintindihan ko na ang sinasabe ni Rus noon sken sa landline. Haaaaaai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. School has been WAY OUT OF MY LEAGUE lately. Ayoko ng pumasok no. One week and 2 days pa lang ako sa school ko.. ayoko na. Whaaaaaah! Nakakaiyak na ewan. Hindi ko maintindihan. Most especially blacks.. Aaaargh. They do get into my nerves. Pero meron naman akong mga friends na blacks no. MOST blacks... ayoko. Not because of me discriminating them. But I just don't get them. So not in my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung history class ko. Merong black american na guy na nagpass sken ng note. Tas sabi niya.. "Hey, do you have a boyfriend? I love to be your man." Tas parang ako.. "What the heck. Hell no. Thanks for the offer anyway." Tas nagsulat ulit siya.. "You're cute. Don't you want to be my girl?" I was like. "NO, NO, NO." Then he stopped. While the teacher was explaining something.. he went close to me and he shouted my name.. and I was like.. "What the hell is your problem?" and he said.. "I want you." And I was stunned. Didn't answer him at all. I didn't bother to. I am so not wasting my time with those scruffy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing. Hindi fun ang school. ANG HIRAP. Kaya kung may nagsasabi na madali lang ang curriculum ng schools dito. Think again. IT DEPENDS on the school. &lt;strong&gt;Ni hindi ko nga alam kung papaano ako napunta ng honors class ng Science at ng Math e.&lt;/strong&gt; Both my HATEST subjects. Aaaaargh. It is so freaking challenging. REALLY. TRUST ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe. Eto pa. Real world talaga. Yung mga mag-boyfriend and girlfriend.. Ayun naman. Room naman dito ano. Grabe talaga. Haaaaaaaai. Nakakapangilabot na ewan. Ha. Goosebumps. Although I have nothing against them (bfs and gfs) Sana naman humahanap sila ng place na hindi lantaran e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHOUTouts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Therese: &lt;/strong&gt;Totoo. Madami kang subject, orgs and clubs na pwedeng salihan. And fun naman siya kahit papaano. MAHIRAP lang talaga. Mas mahirap kasi dito sa East coast. Compared sa mga schools sa California. Tapos REAL WORLD talaga. LAHAT OPEN. Pati ung mga bagay na hindi naman pang-public.. Haaai. Pero pero eto ha. Yung sa movies, diba usually may discrimination and stuff. In real life, well sa school na pinapasukan ko pati ng friend ko.. WALANG DISCRIMINATION. Which is good. :) Sige, sige. Pero TRY to get to read the love thing. Okay? Wow. Ang dami ko ng kamukha. Haha. Siguro nga magka-mukha kami pero definitely HINDI kami pareho ng ugali. Dun sure ako. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Russel: &lt;/strong&gt;Ako din. Hindi ako happy sa school ko. Gusto ko ng umuwi ng Pinas at bumalik sa Aa. Sobraaaaaaaaaa. Nakakamiss na ang pagka-strict ng school nten dati. Hindi gaya ngayon, LAHAT pwede. Haha. Oist. Tawagan mo ako pag meron kang time. Catch up tayo. Pero wag ngayong araw. Madami akong assignments. At eto ka. Unit tests na namin next week. I miss and love you, Rus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paola: &lt;/strong&gt;Haha. Oo. Si Cha yung sinasabe ko. Papaano mo naman nalaman ha, iha? Ayun naman ang gwapito, Pao. Haha. Tama ka. Pati ba naman bata... Pareho kayo ni Rus. Haha. Walang pinipili. Haha. Yehes, artista na ang Pao. Hinihingi pa ang autograph. :D Oo nga pala, sino ba ang kamukha ng Roger na ito? :) Sige ha. Ikaw susundo samin ni Rus pag umuwi kami. Wala ng bawian yan. Sagot na transpo nten, Rus! ;) Haha. Oo nga e. MADAMI na talaga. Sinabe mo pa. Kayo rin madaming mamimiss sken. Samin ni Rus. Haaaai. Aba. Dapat lang matouch ka ano. Pero totoo naman sinabe ko dun e. Miss na rin kita no. Sobra. Haaaaai. I love you, Pao. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ky, Cza, Mik: &lt;/strong&gt;Miss na miss ko na rin kayo no. Kami ni Rus miss na miss na kayo. Sobra. Mahal ko kayong tatlo. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O siya, siya. Sa susunod na ang iba. Kanina pa ako dapat nagsimulang mag-aral. Haha. Next time, next time. Mas mahaba ang entry at ang shoutouts. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY HAVE TO GO. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-115757386790952362?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/115757386790952362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=115757386790952362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115757386790952362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115757386790952362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/09/ha.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-115732067073166195</id><published>2006-09-03T17:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T18:01:54.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wouldn't it be nice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;..If we were older. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yeah yeah. Galing yun sa movie na 5o First Dates. Ang cute ng movie na yun. True love talaga. :) BUT on the other hand... Not all "love" end up that way. Hindi laging happy ending. Hindi parang ala fairytale. Hindi gaya sa movies na pwede mo ng ma-visualize yung ending.. In real life, hindi e. We go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ironic how we can make good movies with sometimes UNreal endings and yet arise with terrible relationships on our own. Minsan.. sasabihin.. based on a true to life story. But eventually, you will see or you will know.. they changed some things, or maybe little details that when put together can mean a lot and change the climax of the based story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I will stop running around the bush. My point is that.. &lt;strong&gt;Relationships, no matter how good it is, do usually end on something really not nice. &lt;/strong&gt;I know relationships can make people confide more within theirselves and they'd be really happy together. Most of the time, there are fights-which can be solved and can sometimes be the cause of "the sad ending". Which is terrible. I know NOT all relationships work that way.. But in this certain someone I am talking about.. THAT IS THE CASE. Which is awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she loves him. I am not that sure though if he still love her. Why? There are a lot of incidents that had happened before that makes it hard for me to believe him. She is so close to me. And I don't want her to get hurt. If only I was there. If only I wasn't here. Maybe I could change the ending of their "happy-go-lucky-and-fairytale-love-story".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguro hindi naging ganito. Pero sa loob, loob ko. Siguro nga.. mabuti ng naging ganito. Rather than see her cry every night and worry about him all the time. Mas mabuti na nga siguro to. After three years of everything... they do need some time off. Kailangan nila ng space to think about it before getting back in the track of their relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking, what do I care? I am not even IN the said relationship. But I am telling you. I do have something to do with this. I know I do. Kamag-anak ko na sobrang twin slash chum ko talaga yung involved dito e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one thing I know though. It's going to be hard for her to move on. But that's the way it is suppose to be. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Sometimes you really have to let go. Minahal mo man siya ng sobra or kahit hindi. You just know you have to. YOU HAVE TO LET GO AT TIMES. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;-wisbaua:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-115732067073166195?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/115732067073166195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=115732067073166195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115732067073166195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115732067073166195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/09/wouldnt-it-be-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-115705542021974082</id><published>2006-08-31T15:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T22:59:38.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;E Lingua e Espanyol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely LOVE Spanish class. Whoohoo! Thumbs up! :) We had a quiz but it was easy. But then we are now currently moving on conjugates which is a little harder. Conjugado is conjugates. And conjugado falso is the NON conjugates. It is really, really complicated. Tssss. But nevertheless, Spanish class is really cool. The teacher talks to us in Spanish and we are also expected to answer her in Spanish. I know what you're thinking.. Yepyep. Same as the movies. :) Kung hindi namin talaga siya maintindihan.. she'll draw, point or do the things to give us a hint. Pero yes, KAILANGAN.. speak Spanish lagi. Which is really fun. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I remember. Seann is the name of my Spanish class "partner".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For chorus class, we sang our school's fight song. I know, I know. What the heck. Right? But we HAVE TO. Rarrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't believe it I got a hundred percent for my first quiz in history class. Haha. Now I know where I am good at. Even though our teacher is kind of weird and annoying sometimes. I can handle it. One day at a time. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmates in this class are really irritating. They keep on disrupting the lessons and so on. Some are passing notes and some are... just weird enough. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Phys Ed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our teacher let us ran the whole soccer field. Maaaan. It is hard. After that, we had passing and catching tennis balls in preparation for our class tomorrow. Wish me luck nlang sa tennis ano. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other classes aren't really that cool to brag about so I won't mention anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHOUTouts! ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Therese: &lt;/strong&gt;Maganda ba or pangit ung Princess na artista na sinasabe mong kamukha ko? Ang swerte naman niya. Naging kamukha ko siya. Haha. Joke lang. Pero either way.. baka kamukha ko nga siya. Hindi ko kasi kilala un e. Pero a lot of people including my friends, classmates, schoolmates AND relatives are saying na kamukha ko si Sarah Geronimo.. Tinutukso pa nga nila ako dati pag dumadaan kami ng EDSA at nandun ang billboard ni Sarah Geronimo e. Anyway, tanggap ko na na MADAMI akong kamukha. Ang suswerte lang nila. Ahahaha. Joke. :) Peace. :D And thanks for reading my blog. Ako lagi kong chinecheck ung mga links ko everytime nagbblog ako. Kasama ka na dun, si Eirene pati.. Oh well, ung kay Paul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eirene: &lt;/strong&gt;My Chinese lover. Haha. :)) Oo nga e. Para sa isang taong baguhan pa lang dito sa States.. pwede na rin ang mga nangyari sken. :) Um.. hindi pa ako TOTALLY nakapag-adjust. Kasi until now, sising sisi pa rin ako na nandito na ako. And super namimiss ko na barkada ko pati ang mga mall sa Pinas. Walang kwenta mga malls nila dito! Whaaaaaaaah! Nako. Pagbalik ko ng Pinas... hang-out tau. Bonding! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rus: &lt;/strong&gt;Oo nga. Alam mo ba.. medyo hirap nga ako sa school ngaun e. Wala akong "stable" friends. I mean, friends ko sila but then.. iba pa rin db.. ibang iba sa CHICKLETS. I mean, paiba-iba kasama ko sa lunch and stuff. Pero at least db, may friends na ko. Hindi gaya ng first day ko. Parang ang ignorante ko sa lahat. Haha. Pero kinakaya ko naman. No choice e. One week pa lang.. madami pa akong chance to make friends. :) AND alam ko rin naman na nandiyan ka para sken lagi e. ;) Tsaka, tsaka. Tama ka. Mas madaling sabihan ang guys minsan. Pero siyempre, babagayan mo rin sa topic. Haha. I love you, Rus. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sorry kung dito ko na nilagay ang mga sagot ko sa inyo sa tagboard. Mahaba kasi sasabihin ko kaya ganun. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige, sige. Next time na lang ulit. Tutulog na ako.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-115705542021974082?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/115705542021974082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=115705542021974082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115705542021974082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115705542021974082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/08/e-lingua-e-espanyol.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-115696635537988499</id><published>2006-08-30T14:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T18:23:35.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Il mio primo TRE giorni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;My first &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;THREE days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of you are most probably thinking... how my very first three days in high school here in States went. Well.. not to worry. I am doing okay. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FIRST DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any idea where to go to. I was really, really nervous because I don't know anyone. As in wala talaga. I went to my homeroom class and the teacher just gave me my courses and my room numbers. I went to EACH class all by myself. I was SO ALONE. Even during our lunch break.. I was like.. "Oh my god. I am such a loser." I was sitting all alone in the caf but yeah, I met new people and it's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagdating ko sa bahay... napaiyak talaga ako. Kasi sobrang namimiss ko na friends ko. Lalo na at nasanay ako na madami akong kasama dahil nga sa Chicklets. Tas dahil na rin wala na si ate dito para mashare ko sa kanya ang mga happenings ko. Haaaaaaai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SECOND DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was better than my first day. I spent my luch break with someone not to mention I have had new friends in each of my classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing. It is so cool that in every school I went I have a friend who has the same birth date as mine. It's like... oh my gosh. Our parents did make out the same day as yours did. Haha. :) Kidding.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THIRD DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is actually today. Way better than the first two days. I've had met new friends.. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DON'T YOU WORRY. ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything IS FINE. I have met new friends. Pero siyempre, NO ONE can replace my chickies! :) Not only them but also all the friends I have in the Philippines. My new friends are not here to replace you guys. Walang makakapalit sa inyo no. They are just here to accompany me for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. It's definitely a NEW WORLD for me. First of all.. Mixed-races -whites, blacks, latins, asians, you name it. Second, boys and girls. Hindi na siya ALL girls. Third, the ways of teaching. SOBRANG tama si Rus. Dito sa States ang REAL WORLD. You should not be too nice or else, tatapak tapakan ka lang. You have to be aggressive at times. Plus.. ang mga harutan ng mag boyfriend and girlfriend ano. Medyo.. HAYUN naman. GET SOME ROOM. Haha. You know what I mean. :) Fast-paced world. Sobrang kailangan mabilis lahat or else.. TOO BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHOUTouts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KyCzaMik: &lt;/strong&gt;Miss ko na kayo sobra. Oo nga. Sana nandiyan kami nila Pao at Rus. Para mas naging masaya ang overnight pati na rin ang baking ng oreo cheesecake. Nako. Super namimiss ko na talaga kayo. I love you three. ;) Mmmmwah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eirene:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay naman ang naging takbo ng school life ko dito so far. More updates ang ibibigay ko sau pag nag-abot tayo sa YM. Kelan pa kaya un? Haha. Sana malapit na. :) And oo. Masaya kasi parang BAGO lahat. Pero hindi rin masyado kasi nakakamiss ung mga tao diyan. Kasi siyempre iba un. And thank you. :) Alam ko naman na nandiyan ka, pati yung mga iba kong friends, para sken lagi e. Which is NICE! ;) HUG. Thank you pala sa lahat ha. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rus:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay naman ang mga araw ko so far. :) Being happy with it! Pero mas masaya kung pati ikaw makakasama ko dito. Sayang no. Di bale. Not to worry. Okay pa naman ako. :) I love you, best. Ingat lagi. Miss na kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#996633;"&gt;Let the rain fall down and wake my dreams. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-115696635537988499?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/115696635537988499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=115696635537988499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115696635537988499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115696635537988499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/08/il-mio-primo-tre-giorni.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-115672778413896154</id><published>2006-08-27T20:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T21:16:24.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;my LAST night of..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;MY SUMMER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Yepyep. You heard it right. After four months of doing nothing except to bum around.. I am now finally going back to school. FINALLY. Dahil sobrang nabobore na ako dito sa bahay ano. Pero siyempre, para sken.. mixed feelings pa rin ang pagpasok ko sa school bukas. Malungkot kasi wala akong kakilala dun. But happy in a same way kasi siyempre, new start yun for me. :) New legacies to make. ;) And I know, I should start is SO right. :D Kaya feel good ako bukas. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate left for the Philippines already. Kaninang umaga lang. Sobrang malungkot ako kasi ang daming magbabago. HINDI AKO SANAY NA WALA SI ATE SA TABI KO. I've grown to what I am now because of her. Sa airport, hindi ako umiyak. Ni isang drop wala. Kasi nagpromise ako kay ate na hindi ako iiyak. Pero sobrang non-stop iyak ako kanina sa room ko. Grabe. Ang sakit lang. Wala ng mag-momotivate sken to do stuff that I like to do. Kasi honestly, hindi ako strong e. Mukha lang kasi siyempre, kailangang kayanin. Pero hindi talaga. Weak lang ako. And without ate by my side or without her near me........ parang...... ANG HIRAP. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, ate and I fight a lot. Pero ganun talaga kami. And those fights even made us a LOT MORE stronger ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I suppose I have to step up on a lot of things and learn to stand on my own two feet. Without being dependent on other people. I have to. I really have to... It's just me in my life for now. &lt;strong&gt;JUST&lt;/strong&gt; FOR NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-115672778413896154?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/115672778413896154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=115672778413896154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115672778413896154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115672778413896154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-115660145688374269</id><published>2006-08-26T09:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T10:26:02.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Yes-bah! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday, ate and I attended our LAST volleyball class. We left pretty early. Like an hour before the real departure of the class. We went ahead because we waren't really into playing volleyball that day. And man, I hate my team mates. They are all so stubborn and so unsport. They were like... "What the hell was that?!?" in an angry manner. Tas ako naman nandun lang, umiirap na talaga kasi WALA silang KWENTANG team mates nung time na un. Sorry. Pero ang immature nila for their age ha. Sorry nlang talaga. I mean.. grow-up. Ilang taon na sila.. almost all of them are like 20+. Duh. Hindi na sila bata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to what I was saying. We told the coach that we already have to go. Tas nung paalis na kami. Stinop niya kami tas nakipag-shake hands siya. For doing daw a very well job for the past 10 class meetings. Then to my surprise, &lt;strong&gt;he gave me an award&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Award for doing a great job and for not quitting even though at times medyo pretty messed up ang mga plays ko.&lt;/strong&gt; Tas sobrang proud siya saken on what I've become. Siyempre, to be honest, kahit ako naging proud sa sarili ko. Kasi siyempre.. volleyball un no. Naging mahirap kaya un para sken. Sinabe pa niya sken na hindi lang siya ung nag-decide nun. Halos lahat ng kasama ko sa classes.. sinabe sa kanya na ako ang deserving for THE award. Naaaaaaaaks. May award na rin ako... Haha. Tas nakakahiya pa. Kasi pagka-sabit sken ng coach ko nung award, tinanggal ko agad. Sorry na. Hindi ako sanayna nasasabitan ng award e. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate and I fixed MY room. Actually, arranged the room. Mas bagay. Haha. Oo. After three months, kahapon lang kami nag-decide na ayusin yung room ko. Nilagay na namin yung mga decorations na binili namin sa Pinas. Tas nilagay na rin namin yung parang ginawa kong collage ng mga pictures ko with friends... nilagay ko yun for the memories! :) LAHAT ng close friends ko and naging classmates ko at siyempre.. family and some relatives. Andun. ;) Nakakatuwa. Kasi finally, ang ayos na ng room ko. Pero meron pa ring mga bagay na kulang. Still working on SOME things. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of relatives.. meron akong isang gustong ishare and isang gustong linawin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isheshare. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Naka-usap ko na ang isa sa mga aking beloved pinsan na si Joeff after 6 months of NOT seeing him. Beloved ko yung lalaking yun kahit na LAGI kaming nag-aaway at nagsisigawan sa bahay namin sa Pinas. Haha. Actually, sa fights namin napapakita ang love namin para sa isa't isa. Sweet nga yung lokong yun e. Kahit papaano. Naaalala ko pa reco letter niya sken nun.. "Pinsan kita e. Kaya love na love kita. Kahit crush mo pa si *toot*". Haha. Benta talaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lilinawin. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hindi ko siya boyfriend! Imposible ko siyang maging boyfriend.. dahil..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;pinsan ko siya. &lt;/strong&gt;Kaya wag kang mag-alala. Hindi mo ako dapat pagselosan no. Okay ka lang? Sayong sayo na siya no. Hindi ako makilo-agaw. Gusto mo tulungan pa kita e. Tsssssssss.. Yun? Magiging boyfriend ko yung loko kong pinsan na yun? NEVER! Haha. Peaaaace. ;) Hoy pinsan.. kung nababasa mo man to.. wag kang ma-offend. Love naman kita AS a relative e. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose to be.. ngayon ang alis ng aking ate. Pero hindi natuloy... Naging bukas na. So mamayang hapon.. magsswimming kami. Yahoo! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang light ng feeling ko. Ewan ko kung bakit. Pero parang ang light ko na ang saya saya ko. :) It is way better for me to feel this way rather than being heavy and doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;If your over me, I'm already over you. If it's all been done, what is left to do. How can you hang up, if the line is dead. If you want to walk, I'm a step ahead. If your moving on, I'm already gone... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-115660145688374269?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/115660145688374269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=115660145688374269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115660145688374269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115660145688374269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/08/yes-bah-last-thursday-ate-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-115644586919862436</id><published>2006-08-24T14:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T17:36:19.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Doodlilies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up SO early this morning. Only to find myself unable to really sleep well. Uh-oh. Here goes my asthma attacks again. But it wasn't really that much of an attack actually. I wasn't just able to breathe well. For a little while I felt so suffocated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour or so, I finally was able to get my sleep.. AGAIN. BUT only for a few minutes. My mom woke me up and told me it was time for me to really get up and take a nice schower and get into my casual clothes. WHY? Within just a little while, my bus WILL arrive. I don't want to be late for my orientation. And besides. Who wants to be late anyway? It IS the orientation day. &lt;strong&gt;No one wants to be late. &lt;/strong&gt;Well, except for some who doesn't really care.. AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived at my school this morning. I can see a LOT of ethnicities. Most are whites, followed by blacks, the asians-&gt;mostly chinese and the latinos and the others. Sobrang mixed talaga. Merong mga jocks, merong preppy, meron ding mga nerds. Sobrang REAL world talaga. Parang ang gulo na ewan. I am saying this coming from a pretty exclusive school for girls. Na siyempre kami medyo behaved pa. Pero ung na-witness ko ngaun. SO NOT LIKE my old school. Sobrang IBA talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My morning was so fast. Goodness. First off, we were seated at the auditorium. After half an hour, we went to our homeroom rooms. Which was set by our last names. Tas binigay lang samin ung sched ng courses namin na nakalagay ung room number namin. Then we were sent off. We went to our own course rooms on our own. Sobrang nakakahilo kasi ang daming rooms tsaka ang dami namin. Not to mention, ANG LAKI ng school. And guess what? KAILANGANG makapunta kami sa next class namin &lt;strong&gt;within 5 minutes&lt;/strong&gt;. Sobrang parang imposible kasi pupunta pa kami sa lockers namin to get our stuff for our next class. Tas mangangapa-ngapa pa kami ng map ng school kasi definitely, unfamiliar kami sa campus. Sobra talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of it this way. IBA siya compared sa Pinas. Kasi yung students ung lilipat ng rooms. Hindi gaya sa Pinas na by section tas yung teacher ung pupunta sa classroom. AND &lt;strong&gt;wala akong for good na classmates. &lt;/strong&gt;Halo-halo yun. Pwedeng magkakasama ang freshmen, sophomore, junior and senior. Depende sa course na binigay sau. Sobrang IBA talaga. In the simplest term, &lt;strong&gt;PARA SIYANG COLLEGE SA PINAS.&lt;/strong&gt; Yung type of courses na tinetake and not to mention yung ways of teaching. Hayun naman. Gumudluck nlang sken ano. Haiiiiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of courses by the way, meron akong automatic 2 honors class. Sobrang BIG deal sken yun kasi sa Pinas, hirap akong makakuha ng honors. Haha. Yung dalawang honors class ko na yun... Science and Math&lt;- both not-so-good subjects ko sa Pinas. Pero wag ka. &lt;strong&gt;Kung inaakala niyo na madali mag-aral dito sa States.. ako na nagsasabi.. HINDI.&lt;/strong&gt; It depends on the school, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaya ko. Aaminin ko maarte ako pagdating sa school na papasukan ko. Ayokong mapangit pakinggan yung school name and siyempre gusto ko yung mataas ang standards or nag-eexcel sa academics. Gaya ng Quince Orchard (ung school ko) Excellence in academics and in sports. &lt;strong&gt;Number two ang school ko sa BUONG Montgomery County&lt;/strong&gt;. Next siya sa International School. Malamang International School yun e. Iba ang training. Pero dito naman sa States kahit hindi ka nag-aaral sa International school, parang International pa rin e. Kasi halo-halo rin naman. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, orientation lang yung kanina and I have survived it. Sana ganun din sa first day of school ko. Which is on Monday (AUG 28) by the way. Wish me luck. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;SHOUTouts! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*I have uploaded new pictures in my multiply account. You can view them by simply going to my links and it is the first one in the list.&lt;/strong&gt; You won't miss it. :) So check the pictures while it is still available for viewing for everyone. For &lt;strong&gt;I have been thinking of making my next pictures and albums to be viewed by my contacts only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eirene: &lt;/strong&gt;Sobrang miss na kitang kausap sa YM. Sana mag-abot tayo one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cza: &lt;/strong&gt;Miss na miss na rin kita no. Yung gift mo pala sken before ako umalis ginawa kong planner cover. O db? Asteeeeeeeeg! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rus: &lt;/strong&gt;Miss na rin kita iha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sa buong Chicklets: &lt;/strong&gt;Miss na miss na miss ko na kau mga iha. Lahat kayo. Sobraaaaaaaaa. Lalo na yung mga times na magkakasama tayo lagi sa school. Kasi ngaun, medyo nasa adjustment stage ako. I love you all, chickies! :) HUG, HUG. KISS, KISS. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dare to be different. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Follow your dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You have to be INDEPENDENT to chase your own dreams. For you can't live a life just following other people because of your being too dependent on them. After all, you might end up chasing THEIR dreams NOT YOURS.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-wisbaua. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-115644586919862436?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/115644586919862436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=115644586919862436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115644586919862436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115644586919862436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/08/doodlilies.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-115591438804940893</id><published>2006-08-18T10:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T21:09:04.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Betcha by gally-wow. wooooow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Volleyball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last three days has been my wildest-super-crazy-like-a-nightmare-days. Why you might ask? &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was my Volleyball Varsity try-outs&lt;/span&gt;. It was like hell. No kidding. Hindi siya yung parang try-outs na sa Pilipinas na isang araw lang tas tapos na. Hindi. Not even a bit like that. Sa isang araw.. 2 sets of try-outs na - isa sa umaga, 8:30-11. At isa sa hapon, 2-4. Parehong set ang dapat mong i-attend sa isang araw. And it'll last for days even weeks or maybe even months. For as long as they can get the at least, possible volleyball varsity players. Sobrang tumodo talaga ang try-outs ano. NASHYAK AKO. Mukhang HINDI ko na nakaya banda run. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day: MORNING - warm up namin.. &lt;strong&gt;10 laps na run sa buong basketball court. &lt;/strong&gt;After nun, strectching na. Tas ang dami pang excercises and such drills. SOBRANG &lt;strong&gt;huwaaaaaaat? &lt;&lt;/strong&gt;- ang mga pinapagawa. Walang kapagurang drills ang sinalakpak sa mga mukha namin. Walang biro. Grabe talaga. As in&lt;strong&gt; NEVER kang pwedeng umupo at mag-rest&lt;/strong&gt;. Merong mga water breaks pero hindi ka pa rin pwede umupo. At sandali lang un. Siguro mga 30 seconds lang. Sobrang tumatagkaktak na yung mga pawis namin walang pakialam si coach. Tas nung patapos na.. akala namin. Lalabas nlang kami ng court tas okay na. HINDI. Pinapunta niya kami sa iba't ibang centers. Bali.. 4 centers lahat. &lt;strong&gt;Yung 4 centers na un - (1) sit ups, (2)push ups, (3)jump high and kick, (4)squat while leaning on the wall tas dapat hindi mo maalis ung shoulders mo sa wall.. or else. UULIT.&lt;/strong&gt; Ang first center ko.. ung squatting. Yung mga iba hindi nila sineseryoso.. so mas napapatagal. Curse them. Haha. Tas &lt;strong&gt;every after two minutes sa bawat center, SPRINT&lt;/strong&gt; naman sa buong basketball court. Pag nag-cut ka ng corners, additional laps ang ibibigay. Not to mention, &lt;strong&gt;KAILANGANG makapunta ka sa next center after mong matapos ang pag-sprint sa buong basketball WITHIN 20 seconds. &lt;/strong&gt;OR ELSE.. panibagong set of laps ulit. Umexagge talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUNG AFTERNOON NAMAN - same thing. Pero nadagdagan ng isa.. &lt;strong&gt;Pinatakbo kami ng fire exit stairs ng school. &lt;/strong&gt;Sobra talaga. 4 levels un no. Baba, akyat kami. Tas bawal magpahinga. UNLESS sabihin nila.. at pag pinagrest kami.. 15 seconds lang. Grabe talaga. Sobraaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulit-ulit lang ung cycle na un for three straight days. Hindi ko alam kung kailan mag-eend pero super nilulook forward ko na ang araw na iyon. Haha. Ba naman kasi ano. Grabe. Para kaming mga taong hindi napapagod e ano. Nung gabi nga.. super. &lt;strong&gt;Yung katawan ko, punong puno ng salonpas. &lt;/strong&gt;At hindi pa naging enough un. &lt;strong&gt;Naglagay pa ako ng Bengay. Haha. &lt;/strong&gt;Sobra na talaga. Pero kasi naman.. kailangan talaga nilang piliin e. Kasi.. for how many straight years, laging champion ang Quince Orchard (ang magiging school ko) pagdating sa Interschool and State mismo. So talagang... &lt;strong&gt;BIG TIME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaaaaaaaan. Ang hirap talaga. Yung pressure laging nandun kasi every move you make talagang tinitignan nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Family slash Relatives&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;We are slowly but surely breaking apart. Sobra. The fights and the pretty quarrels. Their works and of course, &lt;strong&gt;THE &lt;/strong&gt;MONEY&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;Arrrrrrrrgh. Sana kasi wala nlang pera para matigil na ang gulong to e. Pera, pera, pera. Lagi nlang pera. Kung hindi naman.. work, work, work OR time, time, time. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!  May mas gugulo pa ba? WALA NA. Raaaaaaaaaar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Obituary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;My Tito Boy-cee died. Sigh. He was one of the very close relative of papa. And I was really sad when we heard the news that he passed away. :( Well, the second live in heaven is pretty much more like a haven than in here. Lalo na kay tito. So we were happy na rin na he found the peace he wanted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Pumunta kami ni ate sa house ng isang family friend namin na artist. Tas dapat si ate lang magpapaturo ng pag-ooil painting. Tas mukhang naikuwento niya kay tita na kinoconsider ko ang mag-interior design sa college. So binigyan ako ng book ni tita and binigyan niya ako ng a excercise. Mukhang hindi ko na-take. Pag-alis ni tita sa sun-room kung saan nandun kami.. umiyak talaga ako. Kasi naman. Hirap na hirap kaya akong mag-draw. Ni ung taong sticks nga magulo pa e. Tas biglang ipapadraw niya ako. &lt;strong&gt;On the spot &lt;/strong&gt;ba ito. Hindi ko na-take. Artist pa naman si tita. So she expects the BEST when it comes to art. Sobra. &lt;strong&gt;Tinuruan niya akong mag-shading but definitely NOT to draw.&lt;/strong&gt; Tsk. So hirap talaga ako. Nakaka-pressure pa naman kasi every now and then tinitignan niya ung nagawa ko. Sobraaaaa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nang lumaon, okay na. Natutuwa naman na ako. Tas ung output nung ginawa ko.. sabi ni tita.. "Aba. May ibubuga pala itong batang to pagdating sa art e." Tas parang ako.. Huwaaaaaaaaaaat? E napangitan nga ako sa nagawa ko e. Samantalang si tita, ate at papa (dahil sumunod siya sa bahay nila tita para mabisita si tito) nagandahan. Mind you. &lt;strong&gt;Once si papa ang nagsabi ng compliment.. Okay na okay un. Kasi super bihira lang siya mag-compliment. Dahil mahilig siyang mamintas. &lt;/strong&gt;Kaya... okay na rin sken. At least, natuwa sila sa ginawa ko db.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer Reading&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Tapos na ako sa 500+ pages na librong un. Iintindihin ko nlang ung tatlong essays tungkol dun. Then I am done. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pictures&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Na-upload ko na ang mga pictures ng aking mga adventures sa comp pero hindi ko pa siya na-uupload sa multiply. Malamang, next time nlang. Pero baka this weekend mapost ko na un. Basta. Sasabihin ko sa inyo. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Bisita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Meron kaming bisita na dadating ngaung gabi dito. Galing siyang Canada pero half Malaysian and half Chinese siya. Naging bisita na namin siya sa bahay namin sa Pinas. Tas ngaun yung bahay naman namin dito.  Sobrang nahihiya ako sa kanya. Ewan ko ba. Nauubusan ako ng english. Haha. Kasi ba naman.. dati. Wala akong masabi sa kanya kung hindi.. "Yes", "No", "Wait". Mukha akong ewan kahit si Cha, ung pinsan ko pinagtatawanan ako. Kasi naman... ewan ko ba. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige na. Nandito na siya e. Kakasundo lang nila sa kanya sa airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Revoir. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;... and I curse you for being so sweet and so kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;... and I can't get you out of my dreeeeeeaams... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;... Yes on my mind your tatooed. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-115591438804940893?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/115591438804940893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=115591438804940893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115591438804940893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115591438804940893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/08/betcha-by-gally-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-115574943477640402</id><published>2006-08-16T13:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T20:21:36.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apology.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I might have hurt a lot of people with the latest entry I posted before this. And I am sorry for that. I know that you might think I am butting in. But I don't want that. When I posted that entry I was a little bit hesitant because I know that the first thing you would think is.. nangingialam na ako. BUT NO. HELL NO. I don't care about the fight. I don't care how it started. But I CARE about how it ended up like this. It could be not this hard to everyone. Although it seems to me that it's a little late for that. For I see that IT HAD HURT &lt;strong&gt;ALL OF YOU. &lt;/strong&gt;In some way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not choosing ANY side. Hindi ko kinakampihan si Eirene. And hindi ko kayo kinakampihan. Kasi nga ayokong mangialam. And for the sake of it, para hindi niyo na masabi na ganun, wala na akong icocomment about it. After THIS POST. After all, I've said what I want to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry kung nasabihan ko kayong immature with the way you act. Alam kong naging mahirap para sa lahat sa inyo yung nangyari. Kasi nasaktan din kau in a way. At alam ko na kahit ako nasaktan ko kayo sa mga sinabe ko. And I want to say sorry for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana naiintindihan niyo rin yung lugar niya. Kasi ang hirap din naman nun. Come to think of it. Parang lahat.. AGAINST sa kanya. It's too much. Alam ko ayaw niyo din malagay sa situation na ganun. And I am not saying na mangyayari sa inyo un.. I'm just saying. Don't be hard on her. She can only take much NOT &lt;strong&gt;too much. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for that. All the things regarding about it. Has already been said. And I WILL NO LONGER.. comment or post an entry about it. It's yours. And I don't mean/want to butt in, in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. I know I have hurt a lot of you. And I am sorry for that. I really am. BUT hear this well. It doesn't mean that I don't mean what I said. I meant every word I said in that post. That's why I am SO sorry that I have hurt you. I didn't really mean to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Topic is now closed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-115574943477640402?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/115574943477640402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=115574943477640402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115574943477640402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115574943477640402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/08/apology.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-115558619104218541</id><published>2006-08-14T14:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T23:31:13.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can go on and on and on blabbing the things that I did and the places I have been when I was in Pennsylvania but I believe there is a more serious thing to share than those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh Crap! Snap, snap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend. A friend whom I don't know in person but I can truly say that I trust her. I can share a lot of things with her. Super close ko na sa kanya kasi nga ang daming bagay na napapag-usapan namin. And that friend of mine is Eirene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, before I say anything. I just want to let you know, you guys that Eirene has nothing to do with my post. In fact hindi rin niya alam na magpopost ako ng ganito. Pero as far as I can see. It's just TOO much. The things I will and would have to say here are &lt;strong&gt;ALL MY OPINION&lt;/strong&gt;. So beat it. And just read what I have to say. &lt;strong&gt;I know I AM NOT IN THE RIGHT PLACE TO REACT OR TO BE CONCERNED at any point of your fight/misunderstanding.&lt;/strong&gt; But hey, she is also my friend. And it saddens me to know that she is feeling the way she feels right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing's first. &lt;strong&gt;FAMILY. &lt;/strong&gt;I know how Eirene feel. There is this feeling of rejection in one way or another. I myself is feeling that way.. MOST of the time. And it doesn't mean na pag binilhan ka ng pasalubong from Hong Kong hindi ka na hate. Pero hindi ko rin sinasabe na hate talaga siya ng parents niya.. ang sinasabe ko lang &lt;strong&gt;nararamdaman niya yung rejection.&lt;/strong&gt; At yung feeling of rejection na yun yung dahilang kung bakit naifeel niya na hate siya ng mga parents niya. Yun din yung rason kung bakit nasasabi niya na hate niya ang family niya. Pero hindi naman ibig sabihin nun dinidespise na niya yung pamilya niya e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIENDS. &lt;/strong&gt;Most of the time we chat.. friends ang pinag-uusapan. Friends are too important to lose. Totoo. Mahirap maka-away yung mga taong akala mo close mo tas bigla kang tatalikuran. Bigla kang iiwan. Alam ko kasi naramdaman ko na rin yun. Again, the feeling of rejection. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(eirene, sasabihin ko ung napag-usapan nten about friends ha? wag kang magulat)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Nafeel niya na tinatalikuran na siya ng mga super close friends niya. Yung mga tao na inaasahan niya sa lahat. Kasi merong bagong dumating. Naramdaman niya na pinalit niyo siya sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang laki ng impact ng friends. Kung sira-sira.. paano magbuibuild up ung friendship? Ang hirap din nun sa part niya kasi nasanay siya na meron siyang mga friends na maaasahan through everything tas biglang may dumating. PERO HINDI KO SINASABE NA MALI NA MERONG BAGONG DUMATING OR NA MERONG PUMALIT. Kasi &lt;strong&gt;kailangan or dapat naman maging open sa lahat e&lt;/strong&gt;. Kung happy kayo na kasama siya and kung komportable kayo sa kanya.. Bakit hindi, db? Sinasabe ko lang na yun ung naramdaman niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PERFECTION. Ang hirap maging perfect.&lt;/strong&gt; Una, kasi wala namang taong perpekto. Pangalawa, iba iba ang "nature" ng pagiging perfect. Kasi siyempre, iba iba yung tastes and gusto nten. And para sa bawat isa.. &lt;strong&gt;Ang pagiging perfect yun parang halos kapareho nung kanila.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You cannot change people. Because change is their choice not yours.&lt;/strong&gt; They can change. Sure. But not because you want them to change and be EXACTLY like you want them to. Hindi naman kasi robot ang tao e. &lt;strong&gt;We have feelings and emotions.&lt;/strong&gt; Yun ang pinagkaiba ng robot sa atin. Sa situation na to, YOU DON'T KNOW HOW SHE FEELS. Kasi hindi ninyo nararamdaman yung pinagdadaanan niya ngaun. Na masasabi kong napagdaanan ko na.. (1) Yung makakita ng negative scribbles sa board. (2) Yung pinaparinggan. (3) Yung ginagawang miserable ang school life. (4) Yung naiiwan and natatalikuran ng mga kaibigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say.. hindi ninyo alam na ganun na pala un nararamdaman niya.. Sana kinonsider ninyo na kausapin siya, na iconfront siya sa mga bagay na nararamdaman niya. But clearly, &lt;strong&gt;that doesn't give you the right to say whatever negative you say. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BACKSTABBING. &lt;/strong&gt;In what way do you think she is backstabbing you? By posting entries that you are definitely guilty of? Well, THAT is HER OPININON about it. Dapat kinoconsider niyo rin yun. You might think na okay tong tao na to.. pero para sayo un. Do you think LAHAT ng tao nag-aagree sa gusto mo? Bakit hindi mo naisip na some people including her may not like the way the new-comer/ whoever acts? HINDI mo alam? It's because YOU LACK COMMUNICATION. YOU are AFRAID to be IN THE OPEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Communication is the key or the step for every relationship.&lt;/strong&gt; Because relationships are for two or more people. Not only you, not just yourself. You benefit from each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why backstabb anyway? When you can say it right infront of her face. Mas okay nga un e. At least naging straight ka sa tao. Mas okay un. Kaysa sa iba mo pa sinasabe na nakaka-impluwensiya sa pag-iisip nila dun sa taong binackstabb mo sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RESPECT. &lt;/strong&gt;Nakaninong blog ka nagpunta? Sa kanya. &lt;strong&gt;She has her own opinions that may not be the same as yours so learn to respect it.&lt;/strong&gt; You might be mad as hell if someone posted negative stuff in your blog. And every single person you used to trust just starts putting up heavy negative words on you. Tell me. How would you feel if you put your shoes in that exact situation? How would you be able to survive without the true friends you used to have? Mahirap db? Yan yung nafifeel niya ngaun. EVERYTHING IS BREAKING APART. AND SHE IS HAVING A VERY HARD TIME TO FOCUS IN EVERY THING SHE WANTS TO DO. IT'S BECAUSE OF THE NEGATIVITY YOU DROPPED UNTO HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am not taking sides here. I don't belong to any side. I don't know how your fight started. And I don't want to be a part of it. I just thought that you should know these things. &lt;strong&gt;Real and true friends know what their friends feel without it being said. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, in my opinion, I don't think that those negativity you are flooding in her blog is an excellent idea. Kasi para sken.. pinag-kakaisahan niyo siya. Tsaka. Yung problems na hinaharap niyo. Sa inyo lang. Hindi niyo naman kailangang ipost pa sa tagboard niya na nakikita ng LAHAT e. Hindi maganda yun para sa inyo. Kasi kayo yung lumalabas na "mean". Dahil sa mga masasakit na salita na binibitiw niyo sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop this freaking shit negativity. It won't do you no good. Mas magiging miserable ka lang sa mga bagay bagay. NA GINAGAWA NIYO SA KANYA SA BAWAT NEGATIVE NA SINASABI NIYO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grow up. Hindi na kayo bata to do stuff like that. It is so IMMATURE. Sorry for the term but that's what I THINK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pag-usapan niyo nlang in private. I mean, sa school. Sa guidance councilor niyo mag-counselling kayo. Good help yun. You might save the good friendship you used to have. I'm sure you will. &lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS BE OPEN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;TAKE NOTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Hindi ako nakikigulo sa inyo. I mean, all of you and even Eirene has your own part of the story. And I don't know what it is. Kasi you have YOUR OWN SIDE. And it's just right to &lt;strong&gt;RESPECT each and everyone's side. &lt;/strong&gt;LET'S BE FAIR AND SQUARE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relaaaaaaaaaaks. Hindi ako nanghihimasok. Kaya lang.. ang sobra na nung burden e. Ang hirap kaya nun. To go to school and to experience the same things over and over again. Sobrang hirap nun. Hindi ako nakiki-side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just saying.. &lt;strong&gt;GIVE THE RESPECT. &lt;/strong&gt;Respect for whatever thing Eirene might say or have to say. Kasi hindi naman laging pareho kayo ng opinion e. Importante na maging open sa side ng iba hindi yung sa sarili lang. Sure. Minsan mag-didisagree ka sa mga opinion nila. Pero importante pa ring makinig ka. Napaka self-centered mo naman kung sarili mo lang and ung for your OWN good mo lang yung iniisip mo. THINK OF OTHERS AS WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;SHOUTouts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sorry for the people I might have hurt  or offended with whatever I say. Pero I just want to speak up for myself and for my friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try-outs ko na bukas for volleyball varsity. Gumudluck nlang sken. Ang aga pa naman. So mejo nakakatamad gumising para dun. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't hate me for whatever I say. Hate me because you know you don't have the guts to spill, meaning to say the words that you want and you know YOU SHOULD say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-115558619104218541?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/115558619104218541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=115558619104218541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115558619104218541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115558619104218541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-can-go-on-and-on-and-on-blabbing.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-115535677232300256</id><published>2006-08-11T23:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T00:26:12.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back to school na ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobraaaa. Kanina. Super cramming na akong bumili ng school supplies. ALTOUGH sa Aug 28 pa ang first day ko. Ahahaha. Si mama kasi e. Gusto niya isabay na sa pamimili ng mga pasalubong. Sobrang.. tatlong oras na tuloy tuloy and non-stop lakad kaming nag-iikot sa mall. Grabe na iyon. Tas si mama pa. Once shopping, shopping na talaga. Todo. Kahit hindi kailangan, kukunin or ipipilit. Tas nawala pa ako kanina. Yung tipong ilang beses kong inikot ung floor ng mall na iyon, hindi ko nakita si ate at mama. At hindi man lang nila namalayan na wala na ako sa kanila. Sabihin niyo ka nga saken.. tama ba yun? HINDI! Pero okay lang. Na-explore ko ang floor. Pero sa totoo lang, mangiyak-ngiyak na ako kanina nung hindi ko talaga sila makita. Haha. Parang bata. Pero totoo. Natakot ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagpunta din kami sa isang medical clinic kanina. Kasi kailangan ko para dun sa form na kailangang ma-sign ng isang medical practicioner para pwede akong mag-try outs for volleyball sa tuesday. Yepyep. Narinig niyo ako. Mag-ttry outs ako. Bakit? HINDI KO RIN ALAM. Haha. Naisip ko lang na.. what the heck. E di mag-try. Kung hindi pumasa.. so what. No big deal. Hindi ko naman SUPER sineseryoso ang volleyball e. Pero interesting siya and fun ilaro. Kaya gusto ko. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe. Nasesense ko na ang pagiging student ko ulit. After ng 4 na buwang bakasyon. Super. Binabasa ko na yung kailangan kong basahin na non-fiction na book para sa history reaction paper ko na due sa September. Inaayos ko na yung school stuff ko. Sobrang wipe-out, planado ko na ang whole year ko. Well, at least ang mga first months ko. Aaaaaaaaat.. Inaayos ko na ang room ko. Whahahaha. Sa wakas na isip ko rin. Ahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pupunta kami ng Pensylvannia bukas. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hershey Farm here I come. ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesyes. Pupunta kami sa Hershey farm BUKAS. Na-eexcite na ako. Ahahaha. Madaming chocolates na naman ang maiuuwi ko. Ahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O siya, siya. Kanina pa ako pinapatulog ng aking &lt;strong&gt;mother dearest. &lt;/strong&gt;Uupdate ko nlang kayo sa latest chika at drama ng aking buhay sa susunod na araw. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Inaayos ko ang aking multiply site&lt;/strong&gt;. At hanggang ngayon ay hindi ko pa rin siya tapos. Oh well, matatapos ko na rin sooner or later. Ahahaha. Now I am talking nonsense. Anyway, as I was saying.. hindi pa nga tapos. &lt;strong&gt;PERO &lt;/strong&gt;meron akong 3 or 2 albums na bagong pinost. So check niyo nlang pag nagkaroon kayo ng time. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muchos gracias. Adios amigos, amigas. :) &lt;-aba. spanish ayun ha. natututo na ang iha. ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From your fears, you have to wean yourself. It's all or nothing. GIVE YOUR EVERYTHING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;And I'll love you with all that I am. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-115535677232300256?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/115535677232300256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=115535677232300256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115535677232300256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115535677232300256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/08/back-to-school-na-ito.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-115506932424807911</id><published>2006-08-08T16:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T19:34:05.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Let me out of the Shitty-hole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things are still left unsaid. Sometimes I think it is way better if it's left that way rather than be on the open and a lot of things would turn out badly. Sigh. Pero still. I want to know the rest of the story to be sure. And I still had a lot of catching up to do in that part. I know, I know. &lt;strong&gt;I don't take sides&lt;/strong&gt;. That, I want to be clear of. I don't prefer someone just because mas matagal ko na siyang nakilala and so on. So don't give me that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It saddens me of how things have turn out to be. It isn't the way I wanted it to be and I know I can't change it. Not a bit, not at all. I just have to live with it for now. Well, until I am 21 years of age. I know I already have told you about it. If you have read my recent posts. I am so freakin excited to be 21. It's as if I am like a freed bird then. Out of this not-so-happy nor idealistic world for me. &lt;strong&gt;I want to make my own happy, ideal and close-to-perfect world&lt;/strong&gt;. I know I can do that once I am of my legal age in which I can do WHATEVER I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also unhappy of what seemed to be the best decision my sister had made. It hurts me to see her suffer or sad because of THAT boy. I know they love each other dearly but hey, IT IS JUST NOT RIGHT. Well, that's only for now. Maybe in the near future.. IT MIGHT BE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Six-zero.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaaaappy. :) Ateneo is leading the charts of it's performance for this year's UAAP season. &lt;strong&gt;Unbeaten slate for the first round&lt;/strong&gt;. Now that's a BIG news. :) Yeeeeeeha! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ateneo cheer. &lt;/strong&gt;Fight A! (clap, clap) Fight T! (clap, clap) Fight E! Fight N! Fight E! Fight O! Fight Blue! (clap, clap) Fight White! (clap, clap) The blue and white will go and fight! (clap, clap) Boom-rarah! (clap, clap) Boom-rarah! (clap, clap) Boome-rarah! (clap, clap) &lt;em&gt;repeat all excpet Boom-rarah! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, they'll continue to press the said performance until the end of the season. Wish I was there to watch their every game. Just like before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Take Note. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meron na akong Chinese lover. ...Si Eirene. :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(okay, okay. pasok translator. ahahaha)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relaaaaaaaks. Walang lesbo saming dalawa. :) It's only for fun. :D Napag-usapana kasi namin ang Chinese language and dumating sa part na bigla kong nasabi na.. ayokong aralin ang Chines kasi ang hirap ang daming characters. Tas sinabe ko, pag nagkaroon ako ng Chinese lover.. kelangan ko pa ng translator. Haha. And sabe niya.. siya daw. So that is the reason why she became my Chinese lover and I became her Halo-halo lover. Haha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am left with only barely 6 days to practice for my volleyball try-outs on the fifteenth. AND barely 13 days after that to get ready for my first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now. I still hab to estudy the shitty Estados Unidos history. Gumudluck nlang talaga sken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I should get a life. A &lt;strong&gt;happy and enchanting life. ;) Too bad it ain't easy. Nothing comes too easy. &lt;/strong&gt;Now that's tough and a reality about life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-115506932424807911?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/115506932424807911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=115506932424807911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115506932424807911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115506932424807911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/08/let-me-out-of-shitty-hole.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-115473771292852878</id><published>2006-08-04T20:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T22:24:52.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let LIVE thy happy LIFE. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to chat with a lot of people last wednesday. Sobrang dami. Nalilito na ako sa i-oopen kong window. Kaya sorry sa mga naka-chat ko na medyo matagal ang mga reply ko ng mga oras na un. Bawi ako sa inyo next time. Lalo na sau, Cza.. super sorry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My volleyball class last night wasn't good. NOT AT ALL. It's because of the stupid-brat Jeffrey. I don't really like him. He is this so proud and stubborn middle-aged blonde man. He pisses me off. Not only me but ALL of my other "classmates". &lt;strong&gt;HE WALKED OUT OF OUR CLASS WHILE WE WERE STILL PLAYING THE GAME&lt;/strong&gt;. How insensitive is that. Hindi man lang niya inisip ung naramdaman ng coach namin. All of us was like... "What the HELL was that al ABOUT?" That's what all of us were left to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about that.. change topic. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know something? I really am NOT INTO poetry. It isn't even appealing nor fun for me. That is what I would tell myself. I survived my grade school english classes from passing TERRIBLE different forms of poetry. &lt;strong&gt;THAT WAS THEN&lt;/strong&gt;. NOW, It is WAY &lt;strong&gt;DIFFERENT&lt;/strong&gt;. I like poetry. I may not seem to be the goody, goody one who will make the best poems.. but yeah, I LIKE MAKING POEMS. That started about 5 months ago. Out of nowhere. True. OUT OF NOWHERE. I was texting someone and I was too mad and I was texting ALL i want to say. Then I checked my sent items and woaaaah. It is sort of a poem. Then, that's it. From then, I would make it a point that I make poems.. A LOT of it. Yeah, I would say that. Even Ate Charl, know that. Saken pa siya nagpagawa ng poem para sa project niya before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of poetry, the other night.. I got inspired and got a pen and a yellow pad and started writing and writing. From time to time, I would cross out words/lines/phrases. If I am NOT contented with it, I would crumple it and throw it straight to the garbage bin. So by that night, less than an hour.. I was able to make TWO poems. I am really really not good at making one, but I did have fun from making these. So I hope YOU would LIKE it YOURSELF. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first poem. &lt;strong&gt;chances are for real. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;eversince we started going out,&lt;br /&gt;i felt something deep inside&lt;br /&gt;not was it just ordinary&lt;br /&gt;it was something i couldn't explain&lt;br /&gt;and i somehow know that is is for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from that moment on,&lt;br /&gt;i could not stop thinking of you,&lt;br /&gt;of how many what ifs&lt;br /&gt;which led me to the decision&lt;br /&gt;of confronting you with what i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so with all the courage,&lt;br /&gt;i took the chance,&lt;br /&gt;the chance that i would never ever regret&lt;br /&gt;which also turned out to be something beautiful and big.&lt;br /&gt;it is all in the matter of taking chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from taking chances,&lt;br /&gt;come bigger responsibilities&lt;br /&gt;and new lessons to learn from&lt;br /&gt;which molded us and made us even stronger&lt;br /&gt;stronger in every single way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from that chance.. came something more beautiful.. us. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my second poem.&lt;strong&gt;the way you make me feel. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i love the way you smile&lt;br /&gt;and the way you do your hair.&lt;br /&gt;i love the way you make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;from your jokes come a good and big grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love it when you make time for me&lt;br /&gt;to make me feel even more satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;i just love everything about you&lt;br /&gt;and everything you are all about. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate you when your TOO busy,&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when you don't call me&lt;br /&gt;after a fight - big or small&lt;br /&gt;i hate it even more when you choose bball over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when i feel like i am losing you&lt;br /&gt;which even hurts if it's because of a girl&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when you make me feel unimportant,&lt;br /&gt;unwanted and useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although, you see..&lt;br /&gt;there is really nothing to hate you.&lt;br /&gt;not a thing.&lt;br /&gt;nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the way you like and love me&lt;br /&gt;i love you and will always be&lt;br /&gt;i love the way you make me feel&lt;br /&gt;from the very second,&lt;br /&gt;you have loved me. ;)&lt;br /&gt;the way you make me feel..&lt;br /&gt;something so real,&lt;br /&gt;so beautiful and enchanting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the way you make me feel..&lt;br /&gt;something so special,&lt;br /&gt;and i know IS uncomparable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and those two are what i love the best..&lt;br /&gt;the whole package of you. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those are the two poems which I have been able to write. :) It is NOT that good I know, but it's okay for me though might be terrible for you. Haha. I know. :D But hey, I am still not a professional poet. I am still left with a lot and long years to prove myself to become one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommorow, we will go to Rehoboth. It is a nice beach in Delaware. We will spend the weekend there with ate's friend, Ate Jonah. Excited na ako. Whooooohooo! ;) Who knows I might be able to write a poem with a subject related to the beach. Hmmm.. We'll see. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 15, it will be the start of practices for our school's volleyball practice. From that practice, they will choose those who are IN for VOLLEYBALL VARSITY and for those who are IN for JUNIOR VARSITY. The difference is that.. the VARSITY itself will be the ones who will play for the inter-school and inter-state competitions. The JUNIOR VARSITY is the ones who will be substituting people from THE VARSITY who will not be able to play because of.. i don't know.. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 26, ate will go back to the Philippines. She will fix her Australian visa because she will leave for Australia to study there for maybe a year or two.. Exchange student siya e. But she is hoping she could also get the scholarship program in India. Actually, she prefers India than Australia. Kayang kaya niya un. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 days AFTER the start of the practice for the volleyball varsities OR shall we say, August 28.. it will be my FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL. Gumudluck nlang talaga sken. Hopefully, I will have good friends by then. Para naman maka-relax na ako sa pagpasok ko, kahit papaano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay. Alam kong madami akong nasasabihan na gusto ko ng mamatay.. pero sa totoo lang.. &lt;strong&gt;TAKOT AKONG MAMATAY&lt;/strong&gt; no. Kasi.. hindi ko alam. Naalala ko pa ung mga times na nasusugod ako sa ospital tas sinasabe nila IN DANGER daw ako. Nagpapanic na ako. Lalo na ung time na muntikan na akong magka-dengue. Tas panick attack na si papa. Grabe. Nung papunta kami sa ospital, sa car.. Umiiyak na ako. Kasi iniisip ko.. "What if.. eto na ung last time kong makikita lahat ng to". Tas mga kapatid ko and mga pinsan ko.. natatakot din. Bastaaa. Graaaabe. Hindi pa talaga ako ready mamatay. Un ung totoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loving this new positive thinking about things, about my life. Almost about everything. It makes me worry less and makes me even happier, lighter and less hassled person. ;) Hindi na ako nagpapanick and hindi ko na iniisip ung negative thngs na pwedeng mangyari sken. &lt;strong&gt;POSITIVE THINGS FIRST. ;) :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Too many walls have been shattered between us. If you refuse to give in, I refuse to give up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-115473771292852878?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/115473771292852878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=115473771292852878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115473771292852878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115473771292852878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/08/let-live-thy-happy-life_04.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-115439360396348016</id><published>2006-07-31T20:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T22:37:38.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Haaaaayup naman heyun! :) &lt;/strong&gt;Okay ka lang? Ikaw kaya ung siga sa ating neighborhood. Tas ngaun ipapasa mo naman sken. Tsaka takot ka sken? :)) Kalalaki mong tao takot ka sken? Hindi naman ako nangangain or nangangagat. &lt;strong&gt;Ni hindi nga kita nilalapitan FOR YEARS&lt;/strong&gt;. Kahit na nung bata tau medyo tight, tight tau dahil sa magkapitbahay na tau eversince natuto taung maglakad. Ahahaha. Tsaaaaaka.. &lt;strong&gt;AKO KAYA YUNG TAKOT SAYO!&lt;/strong&gt; Nakikita plang kita sa malayo, baaadtriiip na ko e. Kaya umiiwas na ako. Hindi na ako dumadaan kung nasaan ka man. Kasi alam kong.. &lt;strong&gt;mang-iinis ka ULIT and bully ka&lt;/strong&gt;. Ahahaha. Totoo naman e. Pero buti nlang talaga nagka-ayos tau no. Pasalamat nlang sa naka-imbento ng texting tsaka kila Aiko na rin sa gimik na nagkasama sama tau. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodluck nlang sa school life mo, Jul. Actually, gumudluck steng dalawa. Pero una first day mo. Ang aga niyo nga e. August 12. Kami, August 28 pa. Kwento ka about first day ha. &lt;strong&gt;Give me clues, do's and don'ts. :D &lt;/strong&gt;Ha? Teka, teka. Meron ba kaung reading program na KAILANGANG magbasa ng US history tas gagawa ng 3 essays about dun. Kasi kami.. MERON. Crap nga e. Tapos na ang four months of summer ko. &lt;strong&gt;Baaaaack to school na eto para steng dalawa. New environment na ito. :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noong isang araw.. nagtitingin tingin na ako ng non-fiction book about US history for my school's reading program na gagawan ng 3 essays afterwards. Hulaan ninyo kung ilang pahina bago ko matapos ung book na nakalap ko? &lt;strong&gt;537 pages eto. &lt;/strong&gt;Gumudluck nlang sa akin ano. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. This is a student's duty-to turn over whatever it is that they asked you to do. &lt;strong&gt;Have to do it.&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;SHOUTouts! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Eirenieepots&lt;/strong&gt;, SANA TALAGA maabutan kita sa YM. Meron akong ikukuwento sau.. parang ang dami ng nangyayari..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Te Charl&lt;/strong&gt;, I miss you and I love you. Hanapin mo sa buong bahay namin ung algeb notebook ko ha. Super kelangan ko siya e. Reference, dear. Tandaan mo, wala ka na. Wala na akong tutor sa math, at wala ka ng tutor sa fashion. Ahahaha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Cza&lt;/strong&gt;, miss na miss na kita. Yung gift mo sken before ako umalis.. naka-preserve sa room ko. :D Aaaaand.. ang pictures nteng mga chicklets na magkakasama.. naka-decorate na rin. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Mik&lt;/strong&gt;, miss ko na ang mga gimik nten. At ang mga kuwento mo sken about sa mga crushes mo. Haha. Miss na miss ko na ang pagka-michiness mo. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Sarsiwarsi&lt;/strong&gt;, loka ka. Kung hindi ko pa nakita ang profile ng iyong labidabs hindi ko malalaman. :)) Spill, dear. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Jul&lt;/strong&gt;, don't worry. Hindi ko naman talaga gustong malaman ginagawa niyo ng girlfriend mo e. (cover ears) Na-intriga lang ako nung magka-chat tau sa YM kasi ba naman.. ikaw na mismo ung nag-open ng topic at nagtanong kung gusto kong malaman ang pinag-gagagawa niyo ano. Pero hindi ako talaga interesado. Swear. Kung ano man ang nangyayari.. sa inyo nlang iyon. Pero naman.. &lt;strong&gt;Behave&lt;/strong&gt;. :)) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I am living a life and I love it."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-115439360396348016?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/115439360396348016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=115439360396348016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115439360396348016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115439360396348016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/07/haaaaayup-naman-heyun-okay-ka-lang.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-115430778901955474</id><published>2006-07-30T20:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T20:46:51.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh Puhlease.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay, okay. I am really &lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;good in giving advices about boyfriend-girlfriend relationships. But somehow, I am pretty much liking it now. Why? Because people come to me for advices about their relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano daw ba mafifeel nung girl if ever... blah, blah, blah; Pano kung.. blah, blah, blah. Those are some things. Kadalasan naman.. ako ang ginagawang surveillance para mahuli nila ang boyfriend or girlfriend kung nagchicheat or hindi. &lt;strong&gt;NOTE..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;madalas sila pa ung hindi naman close saken. yung tipong, friend ng pinsan ko na na-meet ko lang sa party or whatever. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Minsan naman.. &lt;strong&gt;naiipit ako&lt;/strong&gt;. Kasi minsan super tight ako sa taong ka-relasyon nila and what &lt;strong&gt;hurts&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; is the fact na.. &lt;strong&gt;ung magdedecide nlang sila agad agad without&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;telling the other one about what they ARE thinking or feeling. &lt;/strong&gt;Dun nga pumapasok ang term na.. &lt;strong&gt;communication &lt;/strong&gt;e. Sorry nlang sa mga natatamaan. &lt;strong&gt;Wala akong gustong tamaan. &lt;/strong&gt;Kung natamaan ka, sorry nlang. Relaaaaaaaaaks. &lt;strong&gt;This is MY OWN OPINION. :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakagulat pero nangyayari un sken. Ewan ko ba kung bakit. Ano bang alam at pakialam ko sa mga relasyon nila? Pero since they ask for it. Why not db? :) Ako pa naman si Ms. Okay okay, gagawin ang pabor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero eto lang masasabi ko ano.. &lt;strong&gt;Always be open about everything as much as possible.&lt;/strong&gt; Hindi ung basta basta nlang kasi un ung gusto niyo and yung hindi ninyo iniisip ung mararamdaman nung isa. Sabi nga ni Andrew, &lt;strong&gt;dapat give and take ang relationship. &lt;/strong&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;ikaw&lt;/span&gt;.. paka-baet ka na. And kausapin mo &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;siya&lt;/span&gt; para okay ang lahat db. Sure mahirap pero kakayanin db? :) &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Ikaw &lt;/span&gt;rin. Baka magsisi ka pag nawala &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;siya&lt;/span&gt; sau. Pero &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;ikaw&lt;/span&gt; rin naman kasi madami kang babae e. Hayan tuloy nagseselos &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;siya&lt;/span&gt; sau. Tama na ang pag-susurveillance. Dapat nga &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;ikaw&lt;/span&gt; ung bantayan &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;niya &lt;/span&gt;e. :)) Kung alam lang&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; niya&lt;/span&gt;. Pasalamat&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; ka&lt;/span&gt; mabaet ako sau, kahit na paminsan loko ka rin e. Ahaha. Peace. :D Ingatan &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;mo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;siya&lt;/span&gt;. Ka-close ko &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;siya&lt;/span&gt; e no. Pasalamat &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hindi kita binunbuking sa mga babae mo. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about boyfriend-girlfriend relationships. Let's talk about friendships. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa wakas. Naabutan ko rin si&lt;strong&gt; Cza at Mik&lt;/strong&gt; sa YM. At nagkausap-usap kami kahit panandalian lang. My point is.. nakapag-usap usap ulit kami. :) &lt;strong&gt;Haaaaaaaaaaaapy. :) &lt;/strong&gt;Super namimiss ko na talaga sila. As in.. sobraaaaaaaaaaaa. I love you, my two dearies. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naabutan ko rin sa YM si &lt;strong&gt;Bi-anca&lt;/strong&gt;! :) Haha. Haaaapy dear. :) Alam kong miss mo/niyo ko. &lt;strong&gt;You guys won't be the same without me. Now, I have the last laugh&lt;/strong&gt;. Ahahaha. :) Pilyaaaaa? Oo na. Pilya na ako kung pilya. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"And I am hanging on every word you say and even if you don't want to speak tonight.. it's alright, alright with me.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-115430778901955474?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/115430778901955474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=115430778901955474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115430778901955474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115430778901955474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-puhlease.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-115422591569725031</id><published>2006-07-29T21:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T22:18:36.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Reminiscing moments I've spent with my loved ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;My loved ones.. In this entry, the stars are my friends. MY REAL FRIENDS. :) They are the very obvious reasons why I want to go back to the Philippines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;CHICKLETS. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/1600/11.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/320/11.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/1600/Nina"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/320/Nina%27s%20Bday%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/1600/Wissa"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/320/Wissa%27s%20Despedida%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;EVERSINCE CHILDHOOD FRIENDS AND THEIR BOYFRIENDS. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/1600/100_1348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/320/100_1348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/1600/100_1333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/320/100_1333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/1600/100_1323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/320/100_1323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/1600/100_1324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/320/100_1324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;CLASSMATES. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/1600/makunatpatatas3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/320/makunatpatatas3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss all the times we have spent together through the past years. And I am really glad I met you guys. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;I MISS and I LOVE you ALL.. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-115422591569725031?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/115422591569725031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=115422591569725031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115422591569725031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115422591569725031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/07/reminiscing-moments-ive-spent-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-115413188473459952</id><published>2006-07-28T19:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T21:26:31.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Todaaaaay eees a haaappy daaay. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;New day, new beginning. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why. Although I know for a fact that I am happy. Perhaps because starting yester-night.. &lt;em&gt;haha. &lt;/em&gt;I started to focus and imagine the positive outlook of my life. No more what ifs. That is for sure. &lt;strong&gt;No one can hold me back. No more regrets. No hesitations. &lt;/strong&gt;If I like it, I like it. No more buts. :) So aiun. I am starting to live life fully and happily. This is a good start And I know, &lt;strong&gt;this is the meaning of the 'true' real life&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaand.. I am so much happy with volleyball. :) Sooobra. :D &lt;strong&gt;I am doing great every meeting&lt;/strong&gt;. :) Those are the remarks of my parents, ate and my coaches. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss ko na si Eirene.&lt;/strong&gt; Simply because &lt;strong&gt;I can tell her everything&lt;/strong&gt;. Be it family matters or boys. :) Haha. *apir. Kung nababasa mo man to, totoong miss na kita. Ubeeeer. Aaaaand.. nabasa ko ung blog mo na first time mo plang mawalan sa school niyo. Ako naman kabaliktaran. Ako ang target ng mga nangunguha ng gamit sa batch namin. &lt;strong&gt;As in sa four years ko sa Assumption, every year akong nananakawan. Minsan nga twice a year pa e.&lt;/strong&gt; Mostly.. wallet na nagkakataong pag madaming pera ung laman tsaka ung perfume ko na ewan ko ba kung bakit pa ninakaw samantalang lahat naman ng classmates ko pinapahiram ko, buong class nga kapareho ko na ng amoy e. Minsan naman ung iba binibigyan ko pa nung isang bottle pag nagkaton na may extra ako. Pero ang pinaka-hindi ko makakalimutan.. ung nanakaw ung cellphone ko sa school. Eksaktong 2 days before mag-end ung classes, nanakaw. Badtriiip. Ang yayaman naman lahat ng tao sa school at lahat naman kami may cellphone bakit pa kelangang nakawin ung akin.. &lt;strong&gt;Yun ung hindi ko nagets&lt;/strong&gt;. Kaya sana mahanap mo na stuffed toy mo.. para matuto na kung sino mang kumuha nun. :) Anyway, miss na talaga kita. Sana mag-abot tayo ulit sa YM. :) Ingat and goodluck sa lahat. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when you get the chance to sit or to dance..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;..I hope you dance. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-115413188473459952?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/115413188473459952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=115413188473459952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115413188473459952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115413188473459952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/07/todaaaaay-eees-haaappy-daaay.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-115396414722403592</id><published>2006-07-26T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T21:25:22.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ako ay nasa modo para sa isang tagalog na entry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sobraaaaaaaaaang dami kong namimiss sa Pinas. Sobraaaaaaaaa talaga. Kaninaaaaaaa.. naka-chat ko si Ca-ris. :D Kahit na medyo nagtotopak yung YM niya. Sobraaaaang masayang masaya ako.. :) First time kitang naabutan sa YM Ca-ris. Pagkatapos ng tatlong buwan. Sobrang masaya talaga ako. Love you, Ca-ris. :) *hug, hug. (Bawi ka sa mga tests ha. Madami pang quarters. Wag kang mag-alala) &lt;strong&gt;Hihintayin ka ng UP Diliman Ca-ris. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige. Kaninang umaga.. pumunta kami sa Quince Orchard para sa school interview ko. Hindi ko naman inexpect na merong test ano. So hindi ako prepared. Tsaka kahit naman alam ko.. hindi naman ako magrereview. Ahahaha. So ayun. Siguro mga ilang minuto ako nasa conference room at nagtetake ng lintek na napakahirap na math test na un. Sobraaaaaa. Naguluhan ang aking utak. Ba naman. Apat na buwang walang aral at walang pumapasok kung hindi ang mga daang-daang movies na pinapanood ko. Gaya na lang ng Dirty Dancing. :) Kaya sobrang.. grabe. Ang hirap. Pero okay lang naman e. Wala ung effect sa magiging grades ko ngaung taon. Nag-take lang ako nun para alam nila kung ano ung course ko for math dep. So ayun. Bukod doon, umokay naman ang lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. bilang magiging mag-aaral ng Quince Orchard.. binigyan nila ako ng handbook. Lintsaaaaak. And kapal, kapal. Wala pa ako sa mood magbasa ng napakadaming school rules and regulations. Tsaka... eto ka. &lt;strong&gt;Kinakailangan kong magbasa ng napaka-kapal na non-fiction book like autobiographies and United States History,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;DAHIL.. kelangan kong magpasa ng TATLO &lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;hindi isa) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tatlong essays tungkol sa babasahin ko. &lt;/strong&gt;Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Heeeeeeeeeelp. Ayoko ng US history. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto ung mga classes na &lt;strong&gt;DAPAT &lt;/strong&gt;kong pasukan sa darating na schoolyear. :) Happy ako sa iba pero sa iba.. ibang usapan na ito. Ahahaha. 7 subjects lang ite-take ko sa bawat araw, &lt;strong&gt;hindi pa &lt;/strong&gt;kasama yung extra-curricular nun. So ayun. &lt;strong&gt;The 7 subjects are.. &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;US history&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Math, Science&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Phys Ed&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Foreign Language&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Arts/Music/Computer&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;code=KELANGAN KONG KUNIN na klase&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;code=MGA PINILI kong klase&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;Para sa Phys Ed, pinili ko ung &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;dance at gymnastics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Para sa Foreign Language, pinili ko ung &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Yun na muna. Bago ko piliin ung Chinese or French. Para sa Arts/Music/Computer classes, pumili ako ng dalawa.. una kong pinili ung &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;photography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tas ung isa.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;chorus group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ayun. Oo nga pala. Sobrang masaya ako ngayon dahil sa napakadaming rason. Sa sobrang dami hindi ko masabe lahat. Basta. Alam kong masaya ako. :) SOBRANG blessed talaga ako un lang masasabe ko. Lagi akong nagrereklamo sa nagiging takbo ng buhay ko pero kung tutuusin.. okay na okay naman ung takbo ng buhay ko. SOBRAAAAAA. :) Masaya ako. Sobrang kuntento kaya ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;English muna.&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I know some people think I am NOT contented with my life, but to tell you the truth. I AM CONTENTED WITH MY LIFE. True. Most of the times, I brag about how I DO NOT LIKE IT but I know those things happen because it's a part of MY LIFE. The rough roads and heavy times are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;JUST A PIECE of the BIG picture of my whole wonderful life. So I don't care what YOU think. It is your own freakin problem. NOT MINE. :D Peaaaaaace. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tagalong ulit. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;So ayun. Gusto ko lang maging malinaw ang lahat. :D Para tama na ang pamromorblema niyo sa kakaisip. :) Ako na mismo nagsasabi. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuntentong kunteto ako sa buhay ko. At problema mo na yun kung ayaw MONG maniwala. Wag mo idamay yung iba. :D Piece of advice lang. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-115396414722403592?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/115396414722403592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=115396414722403592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115396414722403592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115396414722403592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/07/ako-ay-nasa-modo-para-sa-isang-tagalog.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-115380148901945024</id><published>2006-07-25T00:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T21:24:27.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Swimming for 2 straight hours with ate equals heaven. :D &lt;em&gt;Especially after all the fights na nangyari samin ni papa.&lt;/em&gt; Sobrang bonding. :) Saya. :) Lalo na kasi ang lalim ng pool. Nung una hanggang 7ft lang kaya ko. Nung lumaon, hanggang 13ft na nakaya ko. Malalim ung pool kasi may diving pa. Yung tipong, diving board pa talaga kaya ganun nga kalalim. After ko makaya ang 13ft.. nag-laps na rin ako sa lapping lanes. Dun sa lane na katabi ng kay ate. Racing un. Ultimate sayaaaaaaaaaa. :) &lt;strong&gt;Ang sarap ng feeling magswim sa 13ft na lalim ng pool. Para akong nasa dagat. Kulang nlang corals. Haha. &lt;/strong&gt;Mas nangitim ulit kami. I like it. :) Sana maulit.. before umuwi si ate sa Pinas. :D &lt;em&gt;I'll make sure of that. &lt;/em&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, tulog muna. Past 12am na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Another entry for the day. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; updated at 5:36pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be one of my school interviews. &lt;strong&gt;Fingers-crossed.&lt;/strong&gt; Wish me luck. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For tonight, I will pamper myself. In whatever way I could think of. Oh. And my parents promised me that we will go to Rio tonight. It is just like Eastwood BUT better. :) So un. Basta. I will definitely papmper myself later tonight to get ready for one of the biggest happenings in my school life here. Ahahaha. Sana lang hindi ako mag-babble ng kung ano ano no. Ahahaha. Bahala na. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found a &lt;strong&gt;"Rich dad, Poor dad"&lt;/strong&gt; book here in our basement. Merong copy sila papa. So I might read it since matagal na saking nirereto ni Andrew yung book na un. Ahahaha. And.. malapit ko ng matapos ung &lt;strong&gt;"The Notebook"&lt;/strong&gt; na book. Nagustuhan ko kasi ung movie so might as well, I read it too. Pero guess what? &lt;strong&gt;Ang daming details sa book na wala sa movie&lt;/strong&gt;. But still, the movie was good &lt;strong&gt;although&lt;/strong&gt; I have to admit.. the book is &lt;strong&gt;WAY BETTER&lt;/strong&gt;. Pag natapos ko ung "The Notebook".. 5 books na ung nabasa ko this summer. Grabe. Para ang worthwhile ng summer ko. Ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to go.. Tennis lessons. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-115380148901945024?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/115380148901945024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=115380148901945024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115380148901945024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115380148901945024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/07/swimming-for-2-straight-hours-with-ate.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-115368638685816453</id><published>2006-07-23T16:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T16:31:47.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have finished reading four books this summer. Come to think of it, it's quite a lot for a person like me who hates reading. I really do hate it. It's more of a &lt;strong&gt;have to&lt;/strong&gt; NOT &lt;strong&gt;want to&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I have finished reading the book, Love Story be Erich Segal. I read it since I really like the movie which I have seen years ago. Ate told me it would be better if I read it so I read it. And the truth is I loved the book. It expresses the emotions each actor in the movie portrayed. Sobrang wooooow. :) I loved it. Definitely. :) Nakaka-iyak yung last few pages ng book. Totoo. Read it for yourself so you'll know what I am saying. I won't say the details since I don't want to spoil the story for you. It is more or less the same thing with the movie. &lt;em&gt;Pero sa book mo mare-realize ung paghihirap talaga nung couple. Kasi parang.. ewan ko.. mafifeel mo rin. &lt;/em&gt;I was even thinking, what if my own love story would turn out to be like it.. Would he choose "his everything" or me? Hmmmm.. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I know I should move on with my life amidst all of it imperfectness and not so good stuff. I should take it as a challenge and be better in coping with it. Kasi sabi nga ni ate, iba ung family namin. Ibang iba talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to quote something. Something which might doesn't mean anything for you but for me it was almost everything I need for now. Advice. Yep, that's it. Anyway, here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dapat ok ka lagi ha? And &lt;strong&gt;be happy and contented with life&lt;/strong&gt;..:) Kahit di naman perfect ang life naten dahil sa mga problems.. Ok lang un.. &lt;strong&gt;Don't give up&lt;/strong&gt;.. Continue to live and be happy and remember, &lt;strong&gt;we always have a choice in everything that we do&lt;/strong&gt;.. You'll always have the choice to be happy instead of worrying about your problems..&lt;strong&gt; Think of the solutions&lt;/strong&gt;..:) And &lt;strong&gt;make wise decisions&lt;/strong&gt;..:) And &lt;strong&gt;have a direction in life&lt;/strong&gt; para di masayang ung mga ginagawa mo ngaun.. Kasi sabe daw dapat ung future na ginagawa naten ngaun.. may connection sa pinagsasayangan naten ng oras ngaun.. ayun. Just a piece of advice..:)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The &lt;strong&gt;bold &lt;/strong&gt;ones are the ones that really strucked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*To the person who made this mail for me (you know who you are. Kumuwiet ka nlang) Sobrang thank you talaga. :) Peeaaaaaace. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-115368638685816453?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/115368638685816453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=115368638685816453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115368638685816453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115368638685816453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-have-finished-reading-four-books.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-115360745580044613</id><published>2006-07-22T18:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T18:50:44.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My dad and I fought again. And as usual, ate came to the rescue for me. Which is good. Because if she hadn't come, maybe papa could hit me. Not that he hits me. I just had the sudden feeling that maybe he want to hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate and I stayed in my room for an hour and talked. Really talked. I was crying so hard and I was telling her how I hate it here. How I want to go back to the Philippines. Kahit na mag-isa ulit ako sa bahay namin.. okay lang. Kesa ganito na every weekend na nga lang kami magsasama tas away pa. It's been only nearly three months and yet we already had a lot of fights. All of it hindi alam ni mama. Papaano pa kaya ung ilang years na pag stay ko dito db?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa totoo lang.. natatakot ako. Natatakot ako sa lahat ng pwede mangyari sken once na umalis na si ate which is is 4 weeks. :( Ate told me to be strong but what the heck I am being strong for almost half my life. Since mama and papa left Philippines for their work here I have been sturggling to get on with my life with my one two feet. Wala sila to be there on my birthdays and other special occassions. I was left with ate and kuya. Pero siyempre, iba pa rin ung sila db? God, ilang years ko tiniis un. Hindi pa ba enough un?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate said I was the strongest between the three of us. Kasi ang aga kong naging independent sa madaming bagay. Lahat kami madaming pinagdaanan, pero sken na ata ung pinaka-masaklap. Ate Charl knows my bitter feelings me moving in here. Pero like what ate said, hindi naman pwedeng basta basta nlang ulit ako pauwiin nila mama sa Pilipinas since everything is already being settled here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako masaya dito. Come to think of it. Hindi talaga. Sure masaya ako to be with my parents again. Pero ang hirap din kasi nasanay na ko na wala sila and to get on with my weekends back there with no one except ate, kuya, cha and joeff. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate mama or papa.. it's just that.. iba e. Nasanay na ko to stand on my own and to be alone all the time. Nasanay na ako na maids lang kasama ko kahit nung nandun pa sa Pilipinas both parents ko. Lagi silang.. work, work, work. And now... it's all different. I am under their cursed rules and their eyes are all on me. Down on me. Siyempre, 21+ na ung parehong kapatid ko. I am under their over protectiveness AND strictness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have to do whatever they asked me to do.. with no questions asked. &lt;/strong&gt;For they say, what they say is always what's best for me and for everyone. Blah, blah, blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything back in the Philippines. But hey, I have to stop missing Philippines. And just move on with my life for now. Who knows it might turn out that I'll like it here sooner or later. But one thing is for sure. &lt;strong&gt;I will go back in the Philippines when the right time comes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything has it's own perfect timing and it is within us to make that thing happen in that perfect moment and not wait for any other time. For we never know, when it'll turn out to be too late to happen in reality. &lt;/strong&gt;- wisbaua :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-115360745580044613?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/115360745580044613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=115360745580044613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115360745580044613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115360745580044613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-dad-and-i-fought-again.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-115345276745830256</id><published>2006-07-20T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T23:32:47.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These past few days I have been contented on just bumming inside our house. I have nothing to do. Really. I am so freakin bored around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko ng mag-start ang class. Well, for a lot of things-para magkaroon ng friends, makalabas at hindi na mabore dito sa bahay and well, for my brain to work. Haha. Kasi feeling ko wala ng laman utak ko about school topics. Kasi naman ano, &lt;strong&gt;4 months na ang summer ko. Yipes. &lt;/strong&gt;Kaya super na-eexcite na ako mag-August 28.. (that's the first day of my school here in the states)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hindi lang naman un ung nararamdaman ko e. Natatakot din ako siyempre. Kasi this time, iba na. &lt;strong&gt;It's the REAL world. &lt;/strong&gt;I mean, coed na ung magiging school ko, iba iba ung ethnicity and &lt;strong&gt;everybody is open to anything and everything&lt;/strong&gt;. And come to think of it.. ang hirap. Kasi hindi sila Pilipino. I mean.. I have nothing against them. It's just that.. Iba kung kalahi mo. Diba? You can get along so well even if you're not talking. E ito.. iba. That's why I call it the real world. Not that hindi real world ung school ko sa Philippines. Kasi real world din naman un. Pero get what I mean.. hindi na gaya dati na sobrang protected ka ng admin ng school, hindi na all girls which is dun ako sanay kasi ba naman eversince nursery PLUS the different ethnicity. Not to mention... history. Ano bang malay ko sa history ng Amerika. Ano? Ahahaha. &lt;em&gt;Speaking of.. si papa ang expert dun. He knows American history more than the Philippine history. &lt;/em&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess huwaaaat? Baka pumasok ako sa International Baccalaureate Program (IB). It is one of the school's very competitive program. It is open for all students who are honor students or at least, high grades. Plus.. I have to be bilingual and learn at least.. level one of French, Chinese and Spanish. Gumudluck nlang saken ano. Ahaha. Sumeryosong school work na talaga ito. I really have to be better than ever. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, change topic.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My titas called and they told me how much they miss me. They miss my stories and my all time "hirits". Haha. Namimiss na rin nila ang aking ka-hyperan and ung attitude. And most of all, namimiss nila yung kaingayan ko. :D Lalo na pag nagsama kami ni Ate Charl. &lt;strong&gt;Expect the unexpected. &lt;/strong&gt;Haiii. Miss ko na buruha. I love you, Ate Charl. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My very best play in the history of my volleyball classes was made earlier&lt;/strong&gt;. Graaaaabe. I was so damn proud of myself. Sumaspike ba ito tas lahat ng team mate ko sabe ng sabe ng "Great job!". Graaaabe talaga. I can't even believe it.. Kahit si ate pumaproud sken. Ahahaha. Even the guy na super feeling magaling na hindi naman. Ahahaha. &lt;em&gt;Ang sama e. Pero totoo.. he is NO good. Not at all. &lt;/em&gt;Anyway, I like volleyball. :) I really do. :) Which gave me an idea.. I might join the varsity. Haha. Peaaaaace. :) But oh well.. who knows? I might or maybe, I will. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi namen naabutan ung concert kanina dahil sa volleyball class. Oh well. But the volleyball class earlier was so worth it for me. Believe me. You should have seen me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-115345276745830256?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/115345276745830256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=115345276745830256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115345276745830256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115345276745830256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/07/these-past-few-days-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-115310303290820046</id><published>2006-07-16T21:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T22:37:04.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was pretty much a boring day for me. Oh well. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;super duper miss Ate Charl&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh. Which reminds me.. of her friend. Actually, OUR friend whom we trusted. Bo-ho for her. Go to hell. Or maybe you are already in hell. I just can't imagine.. &lt;strong&gt;how could you do that? we trusted you. &lt;/strong&gt;Anyway, the damage has been done. And definitely, we can't do anything about it anymore aside from letting it go. &lt;strong&gt;But &lt;/strong&gt;I know we will &lt;strong&gt;definitely not &lt;/strong&gt;forget what you have done. We, most especially I, wanted to make that clear. You really messed up a very good friendship. I suppose there &lt;strong&gt;will be &lt;/strong&gt;a lot of people who will turn their back on you sooner or later. &lt;strong&gt;They know what you are doing. Don't think they don't. They just pity you. &lt;/strong&gt;You are such a social climber. At first.. hindi ako makapaniwala pero come to think of it.. it's true. You use people. Which anyone else not just me, hates. Just wait and see for the perfect time. I feel sorry for you. But wait. I am &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;sorry. You &lt;strong&gt;should be &lt;/strong&gt;sorry &lt;strong&gt;to us, to Ate Charl. I pity you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Eirene&lt;/strong&gt;, miss na kita. Oo no. Sobraaa. Ang tagal na rin kasi e. Alam mo ang dami ko saung ikukwento. Grabe na to. :) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Andrew&lt;/strong&gt;kins, teka. Wag ka mag-alala. Miss na rin kita. And mukhang sineryoso mo na ung name na binigay ko sau na Andrewkins ha. Mabuti yan. Para mas masaya. Haha. :) Ibigay mo sken home address mo, melon akong solplesa para sau. Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Rus&lt;/strong&gt;, best, miss na kita. I love you. :) Ibigay mo sken home address mo, melon akong solplesa sau. Haha . :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Noems&lt;/strong&gt;, okay lang no. I'm sure hindi naman super duper bad ng new section mo. Too bad nga lang wala na ako. Wala ng magkukuwento sayo in detail ng mga nangyayari saken pati sa mga "boys" na gusto ko. Haha. And thank you pala kasi ha.. kasi halos muntikan na akong ampunin ng pamilya mo since ako lang mag-isa nun sa bahay namin. Haha. You really are a true friend. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Chicklets, ibigay ninyong lahat yung home address ninyo. &lt;/strong&gt;Hihintayin ko un ha. Isend niyo nlang sken through mail, friendster or ym. :D &lt;strong&gt;I have a surprise for you guys. :) &lt;/strong&gt;I love you all. :) At sobra sobraaaaaang miss ko na kayo. Goodluck sa Assumption life. Haha. :) Mmmmmmmmmwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! :) *hug, hug. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-115310303290820046?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/115310303290820046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=115310303290820046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115310303290820046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115310303290820046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/07/today-was-pretty-much-boring-day-for.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-115300971571494013</id><published>2006-07-15T20:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T22:16:12.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THURSDAY. Damn it! I wasn't really happy about the way I played volleyball in our class that evening, although a lot of people seem to love the way I pleayed. Really. My teammates waren't as good as the ones I had last week. They were &lt;strong&gt;too competitive&lt;/strong&gt;. Which by the way I didn't like. And it's as if they are messing the game so badly and I got a lot of problem with it. I mean.. &lt;strong&gt;what is in them. &lt;/strong&gt;We were ther to play the sport not to buzz our asses out to nothing. Which in the end summarized our play. &lt;strong&gt;Nada&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Nothing really happened. &lt;/strong&gt;It's as if I wasted my two hours to some sort of quote and quote "evil jungle". They are like uncontrollable animals. They don't think and play the game by the rules. Ugh. What a total Thursday evening waste. Hated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY. Went to the recreation center to &lt;strong&gt;(a)&lt;/strong&gt;play tennis, &lt;strong&gt;(b)&lt;/strong&gt;play volleyball and &lt;strong&gt;(c)&lt;/strong&gt;do cartwheels, headstands, handstands and both forward  &amp;amp; backward rolls in the green grass field. Tennis was good but a little tiring same with volleyball. The&lt;strong&gt; cartwheels&lt;/strong&gt; and all was &lt;strong&gt;super and major fun. &lt;/strong&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;can't&lt;/strong&gt; even&lt;strong&gt; believe that I can still do all those gymnastic stunts&lt;/strong&gt;. Hello. It's been what.. 8-9yrs ago since I last did that. &lt;strong&gt;Gymnastic is fun especially when you compete with other gymastic schools. &lt;/strong&gt;You get to see who really is the best in the dfferent areas. Hmm. Which gave me this big urge to go back to gymnastic classes. :) &lt;strong&gt;I love gymnastics&lt;/strong&gt;. My coaches were the ones who even told me that &lt;strong&gt;I have a passion for gymnastics&lt;/strong&gt;. It's just now that I realize that maybe I really am. Imagine 8-9yrs ago. I always go to Ateneo for my gymnastics class and stay there for the whole day to practice/prepare for the BIG competition. After the gymnastics competition is Club Gymnastica in Pasig.. I had chickenpox. Haha. Nice timing, huh? My favorite routine is the one with the uneven bars and the balanced beam. Oooh. I love it. Doing rolls and cartwheels without falling down the beam is a very good accomplishment. :D &lt;strong&gt;It is really worthwhile to practice and have fun doing gymnastic stunts. &lt;/strong&gt;Gymnastics is fun. You should give it a try. It is very worth it. It makes a persone super flexible. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL FRIDAY. Checked Akazukin Cha-cha's (Ate Charl's) friendster account. She already wore the orange top I gave her. Yippeee! :) Looks good on you, Te Charl. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Change topic but still under Ate Charl's. BAD NEWS.&lt;/strong&gt; I hate her. Not Ate Charl but her friend. &lt;em&gt;No, I won't tell her name although I hope na meron naman siyang tinatawag na conscience to think about what she has done. &lt;/em&gt;I always thought that she was a good friend. I even rode scooter bikes with her and it was really fun. Then all of a sudden, she becomes a backstabber. Twink! Just like that. Ugh. I really did thought she was the truest friend, Ate Charl could have. But no-uh! She is the worst among them all. How could she even do that. For all's sake.. stop ditching.. you bitch! &lt;strong&gt;You were the one who told me that there are a lot of bitches in this world.. but I never knew that you were one of them&lt;/strong&gt;. Maybe I am being a bit too harsh on younow but duh. Try to think what you've done with Ate Charl. That is way worst. You've crossed the line far too much, biatch! &lt;strong&gt;Damn all the negativity and all those stupid friggin rumors coming out in your big, big mouth. &lt;/strong&gt;If you have nothing good to say.. might as well... &lt;strong&gt;SHUT UP! &lt;/strong&gt;I hate you.. I never knew I could hate you. Not until I knew the true color you were hiding behind your "pacute personality" to be so-called mapansin ng mga guys. Heck. Tignan mo nga kung merong papansin sau. Tignan mong mabuti ugali mo kung merong magkakagusto sau in the first place. You are such a &lt;strong&gt;big and very bold backstabber.&lt;/strong&gt; How could you do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam mo naman na they love each other.. specifically.. Allen and Ate Charl. And you are right there. &lt;strong&gt;Sucking it all up.&lt;/strong&gt; Alam mo naman na madalas sila mag-away and there you are bulging in and pushing this new girl to Ate Charl's boyfriend. BOYFRIEND. Meaning, Allen is &lt;strong&gt;in a relationship, taken&lt;/strong&gt;.. &lt;strong&gt;dumb ass!&lt;/strong&gt; You're messing not directly at me but duh.. who cares? &lt;strong&gt;You are very much hurting someone so dear to me not to mention blood related.. biatch!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Traitor! &lt;/strong&gt;Errrrrrr.. Nanggigigil ako sau.... I could hurt you, squeeze you, whatever it takes.. if I am near you at this very moment. How could you.. You are such a LIAR. Enough has been said for me to turn my back on you. Ugh. I hope people would realize how much they are risking to be "with you" or just to be friends with you. May God bless them not to fall in your trap. &lt;strong&gt;Sorry but you've broken a very good friendship between the three of us&lt;/strong&gt;-You, Ate Charl and me. &lt;strong&gt;Plus.. sad to say.. you have messed with the wrong girls&lt;/strong&gt;.. &lt;strong&gt;Girl&lt;/strong&gt;friend. &lt;strong&gt;--&gt;NOT! &lt;/strong&gt;Ugh. Just let us be and back off of us. Okay? So long..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY. Woke up early this morning and went to Butler's Orchard &lt;strong&gt;again.&lt;/strong&gt; We went there to pick blueberries and blackbeeries. They were so sweet. I liked it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we went to mama's friend's house. There was a party there so we ate and we were all full. Maaaan. &lt;strong&gt;I love Filipino food. :) I love meat. :) Plus the sweets! :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also went to Sports Authority to buy tennis rackets and tennis balls. :D New sport.. &lt;strong&gt;Tennis. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;Eirenieepots! :) --&gt;new name mo sken yan. :D Hindi lang ako ikaw no. Kahit naman ako miss na kita no. Sobraaa. Yung mga kwentuhan nten about.. *ahem, ahem* and all other stuff na hindi nten ma-share sa ibang tao. Haaaii. Boys, boys, boys. Haha. :) Ayan. Kinikilig na naman ako. I miss you. Totoo. Sorry pala kung mejo hindi ako nagigising ng maaga para mga gabi niyo para magkachat tau. Sorry. I'll make it up to you. :) Promise. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-115300971571494013?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/115300971571494013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=115300971571494013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115300971571494013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115300971571494013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/07/thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-115271729053014337</id><published>2006-07-12T11:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T11:19:39.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my! &lt;strong&gt;I super love Dirty Dancing (Havana Nights)! :) &lt;/strong&gt;Grabe. Magmemelt ung heart ko sa sobrang kilig and galing nila sumayaw. Tama, tama. Diego Luna was super hot there. &lt;strong&gt;Not&lt;/strong&gt; that he has a quote and quote "&lt;strong&gt;hot body&lt;/strong&gt;" but because he dance so well. Sobrang nakaka-turn on kaya ung mga guys na magaling sumayaw. :) Grabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a sneak preview of their dance. :) &lt;strong&gt;You'll love it too&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm telling you. :) Ayan. Kinikilig na naman ako. Haha.  Move in to the beat of it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo nga pala. Give a little time for the music to upload kasi nag-bubuffer pa siya. Mga 2 minutes wait lang un so have patience. Pag complete na ung pagka-buffer niya. Dun mo iplay para mas maganda tuloy, tuloy na. Hindi ung pajump, jump. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JY2nzPMZa0E" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-115271729053014337?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/115271729053014337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=115271729053014337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115271729053014337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115271729053014337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-my-i-super-love-dirty-dancing.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-115265707158072879</id><published>2006-07-11T18:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T07:48:45.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hindi pala magaling sa penalty kicks ang Italy ha.. Pa. Haha. Relaaaaks. Joke lang. Di pala magaling pero dahil dun kaya sila nanalo. You were the one who told me na pag penalty kicks, talo Italy. But see.. Haha. Bo-ho! Haha. It's just &lt;strong&gt;a matter of believing&lt;/strong&gt;, Pa. Haha. You see, &lt;strong&gt;I believed&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha. Actually, we both believed. You also like Italy to win. Right, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holy crap. &lt;/strong&gt;Have you seen the movie, Dirty Dancing (Havana Nights)? It was released on the year 2004. It is the most wooot woot thing. I keep on watching it for like &lt;strong&gt;5 times a day&lt;/strong&gt;. I really &lt;strong&gt;love it! :) &lt;/strong&gt;Sobra. I am pretty sure you'll like it too once you've watched it.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;It involves dancing so hindi siya boring. Promise. Kikiligin kau. :) It is based on true events. Sobra talagang BIG &lt;strong&gt;woah! &lt;/strong&gt;Pano pa kaya kung sken pa nangyari un? Wow. :) And, and.. Medyo soundtrack niya ung "My Hips Don't Lie" ni Shakira which was released only this year. Oh, oh. Shakira revived the &lt;strong&gt;real &lt;/strong&gt;"My Hips Don't Lie" in the movie. &lt;strong&gt;Mas maganda ung version nung sa movie. :) &lt;/strong&gt;I'm telling you. Pati kayo mapapasayaw. Basta, basta. It is one of my favorite movies from now on. :) See the movie for yourself. It is so worth the time to watch. If you don't want to.. suit yourself then! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad and I fought.. &lt;strong&gt;again. &lt;/strong&gt;Okay, so what's new. It's the &lt;strong&gt;crappiest thing ever for him to be mad at me&lt;/strong&gt;. Sobrang too much. &lt;strong&gt;I really want to go back to the Philippines.. NOW. &lt;/strong&gt;That's the reality. I don't want it here. First, everything's been so okay for me back in the Philippines. No crappy and too protective stuff which by the way are the most things papa are telling me. Second, it was really fine. Me being alone in our house with the maids and my life is pretty much stable. No stupid things to be done. None at all. All I have to do is study hard, as what all people my age are doing. &lt;strong&gt;Doi. &lt;/strong&gt;Back here.. &lt;strong&gt;everything is different. &lt;/strong&gt;My world had already spinned to the crappiest and dullest days of my life. So much blessed huh? Now don't tell me that stupid thing right now because honestly it won't make me feel any good. If I could only put my quote and quote &lt;strong&gt;old life back. I really do like it to happen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all people who thinks slash feel I am happy here. Well for my honest answer.. I'll think about it. Being here with my parents together again is pretty much good. But then, I hate it when these dull things are being said and should be done. Ugh. I really hate it. Sa totoo lang, I want our maid back in the Philippines. I can tell her anything. And I mean &lt;strong&gt;anything.&lt;/strong&gt; And she won't tell anything to mama and papa. Lahat ng takas ko na gimik. Mouth shut siya. Why, you might ask. Well, for the very reason that &lt;strong&gt;she understands me well. Which by the way, my parents are really not. &lt;/strong&gt;For they really are &lt;strong&gt;close minded people. The only important thing for them is what they know is right and they don't want our opinion about it. Whatever they want, yun na un. Period.&lt;/strong&gt; Most of the time.. Cha, Joeff, my other cousins and I are wondering why can't they be like so open with us. Like other parents do. Iba sila. Iba clan namin. Kakaiba talaga. Samantalang sa mga maids namin, I can be open to them, most of the time to her, Ate Marivic (our maid) about boys and really everything. Pag sila mama.. madami pang tanong and a lot of chuvacheness.. like kung san nag-aaral and all. All those shitty stuff. Haha. Pero totoo. That's what they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakapagtaka nga e. Kasi behind all those shitness.. Cha, Joeff, my other cousins and I are still happy and pretty much contented and living the life we want to. The blessings we receive are pretty much a lot.. &lt;strong&gt;really. &lt;/strong&gt;But hey. It's pretty equal. &lt;strong&gt;Why? &lt;/strong&gt;Because our shitty life on the other side of that good life is somehow a lot too. &lt;strong&gt;A lot, a lot. Yeah.&lt;/strong&gt; Funny how we really are connected not only by blood but also the way we think and do things. Awww. Shit. &lt;strong&gt;I am missing them so much. I love you, guys. :) Cousins for life! :) *cheers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hey, hey. But don't worry about me. I'll get out of this mess sooner or later. That is what I am doing for like 15 years now. Getting out from the mess that people make out of their hot-headedness. If there is such term as that. Haha. Ah basta. I am going to stop now. &lt;strong&gt;Let's just all be happy. :) *wink. And celebrate the beauty of life. :) *big grin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai. Pero come to think of it.. Blessed nga ako no in most ways. :) I've got &lt;strong&gt;good and real friends and people&lt;/strong&gt; surrounding me ready to catch me when I break down and when I feel like my life is pretty messed up. They are there to cheer me up and make me feel better by telling me how bitter and worst their life is. &lt;strong&gt;Whooray, whooray! for you guys. :)&lt;/strong&gt; I love you all. :) *hug, hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get back on you and hopefully see you once I am back or at least, visit there in the Philippines. O-tay? Haha. *smoochies. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;"I just want to be dan-cing.. dirty, dirty, dirty, dan-cing!" :)&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;/strong&gt;doing the &lt;strong&gt;patooty dance. &lt;/strong&gt;Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-115265707158072879?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/115265707158072879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=115265707158072879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115265707158072879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115265707158072879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/07/hindi-pala-magaling-sa-penalty-kicks.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-115247053684132652</id><published>2006-07-09T14:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T16:58:58.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Early this morning, I was able to chat with Eirene. We were able to talk about lots of things. We've &lt;strong&gt;open up some things with each other&lt;/strong&gt;. Saya nga e. :) Sana next time ulit ganun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of dilemmas. One of it is my school for this coming school year. I have received my papers from the International Student's Admissions Office. Which means, I can enroll whenever I want to. The problem is.. I don't know &lt;strong&gt;where&lt;/strong&gt;. How can it be this hard to choose schools? Dang it! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I love you, Dang! Balita ko may lakad kayong Chicklets sa Shang sa Friday ha. Saya niyo! Pero teka. &lt;strong&gt;Sumama ka ha&lt;/strong&gt;. Madalas kasing ikaw ung wala pag may lakad ang barkada e. Haha. Pansin ko lang. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Finals na ng FIFA ngayon. Italy versus France. &lt;strong&gt;Gumudluck sa Italy. :)&lt;/strong&gt; *cheer, cheer. Italy ako pehreh, obvious ba? Suportahan nten si Joeff. Sabay ganun. Haha. Kung nasan ka man ngaun, iho, mag-ingat ka. At mahal kita. Pinsan kita e. May magagawa ba ako. Haha. Joke. Regards sau, kay Yenyen, Tito at Tita. O-tay? :) *hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUYS.. whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Whooooooooohooooooo! &lt;strong&gt;Panalo Italy sa FIFA world cup! :)&lt;/strong&gt; Ang saya! :) They were tied with France for the whole game with the score of 1-1. Then after two overtimes, they were still tie. So, penalty kicks nlang. Italy scored 5, and France scored 3. Grabe. &lt;strong&gt;Tili ako ng tili. &lt;/strong&gt;Haha. So Italy was entitled to be the 2006 FIFA champions! &lt;strong&gt;Wooooot! Wooooooot! :) &lt;/strong&gt;Nakakaawa ang France kasi umiiyak lahat sila. But then it was their fault din naman why they lost kasi finoul ni &lt;strong&gt;Zidane &lt;/strong&gt;ung isang player ng Italy. Too bad for them. &lt;strong&gt;This year is Italy's fourth time of being a FIFA champion. &lt;/strong&gt;The last time was 1982. So.. Let's partay &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt;! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nako. May party na sa Rome ngaun. Pati sa bahay ni Joeff (pinsan ko). Sana nandun ako. Madaming italian food na ipeprepare. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-115247053684132652?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/115247053684132652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=115247053684132652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115247053684132652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115247053684132652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/07/early-this-morning-i-was-able-to-chat.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-115238976014918377</id><published>2006-07-08T15:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T17:27:20.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UPDATES! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday night, ate and I attended our volleyball class. We both played a VERY GOOD game. &lt;strong&gt;REALLY.&lt;/strong&gt; Even our class-mates said so. We were so happy. Especially, me. First time ko lang maging very good sa volleyball no. Actually, this was my very first time to really play the game and learning at the same time. Kasi there was our teachers playing the game with us. I was really happy. Jeff even taught me how to set although I really didn't like him at first. Pano ba naman.. he was taking to seriously and he was &lt;strong&gt;too competitive.&lt;/strong&gt; Uh. I hate it. &lt;em&gt;I am really sorry Jeff if it took a little more time for me to do what you told me to do. It was just that it was so hard for me to jump so high as high as you were expecting me to do. But come to think of it, I've made a pretty good job at it afterwards.&lt;/em&gt; Thanks for the &lt;strong&gt;big&lt;/strong&gt; help and for the cheers you've made.. boom-rarara-rarara for me! Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volleyball is so much fun once you get to know the game pretty good. Practice lang kelangan to keep up the pace with the much better ones who plays the game. I want more games to come up. I just wish that the team I have last thursday would be the same team that I will be able to play with. Gumudluck nlang sken. Hopefully, I'll be able to play as much effort as I've played last week or better than that. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, ate went to New York to her friend. I bet they are really having a good time because of the parties and all. As for me, I am left here with my &lt;strong&gt;outrageously protective &lt;/strong&gt;parents. Haha. Hindi naman. Umexagge na ako. Haha. Pero totoo, protective sila sken. Saken lang. I wish mag-21 na ako. Kasi we have this &lt;strong&gt;family rule.&lt;/strong&gt; Once we turn 21.. &lt;strong&gt;we will have all the privileges that adults have.&lt;/strong&gt; Meaning.. we can go, wherever we want to. Go home whatever time we want to. As long as we tell them where we are going. But here's the catch why I &lt;strong&gt;want to be 21,&lt;/strong&gt; I DON'T HAVE to ask permission from them whenever I want to go out. I will just have to tell them. And who knows, they might give me my own car too and a condo, as well. Whoohoo. By then, I'll be living &lt;strong&gt;THE life.&lt;/strong&gt; Well, not really. But who knows? Ha. Can't wait to finally be 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited Mik's blog earlier. Good thing she's having fun with what she's doing. Goodluck nga lang sa school. Haha. Anyway, I saw in her blog na may gimik ang Chicklets sa Shang. (Chicklets is my group slash barkada) Haiii. Eto na ang simula ng mga lakad ng Chicklets na wala ako. Too bad nlang sateng dalawa Rus. Di bale, I'll talk to my mom so I can visit you in Michigan tas taung dalawa gigimik. :) I'll try to. Pero walang promises. Kasi nga nagiging strict sken sila mama lalo na ngaun. Ewan ko kung bakit. Pero cross your fingers, baka payagan ako. :D Sana, sana... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a &lt;strong&gt;dilemma. &lt;/strong&gt;Yep, it's dilemma. It is the right spelling, &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; dilemna. I'll tell you about it tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-115238976014918377?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/115238976014918377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=115238976014918377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115238976014918377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115238976014918377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/07/updates-last-thursday-night-ate-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-115224298641454546</id><published>2006-07-06T23:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T23:35:19.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some pictures to share. Ateneo Basketball memories. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/1600/22203587153750l.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/320/22203587153750l.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The UAAP Ateneo Basketball Team (Junior's Division)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/1600/2220353903898l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/320/2220353903898l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th Asean Basketball, Ateneo ung nagrepresent ng Philippines. The whole family was there in Baguio to give support. Siyempre! :) Mukha pa ata akong daga nun. Haha. Joke. Peaaace. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/1600/22203574224907l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/320/22203574224907l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kulitan moments with kuya's basketball friends.. Kuya Nino, Kuya Marti, Kuya Larry, Kuya Paolo, Kuya Nick, Kuya Paul, Kuya Eman, Kuya JR and Kuya Bits. At sa lahat ng hindi ko kilala.. Haha. :) Overnight? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you want to know why I so love ATENEO Basketball? I bet alam niyo na. It's because of kuya and the kulitan moments we've shared.. ung mga outings at lahat na. Pati ang mga kaen sa resto moments. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ATENEO... &lt;/strong&gt;One &lt;strong&gt;Big&lt;/strong&gt; Fight! :) *Cheer, cheer. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go mga kuya! :) *Proud, proud. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-115224298641454546?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/115224298641454546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=115224298641454546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115224298641454546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115224298641454546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/07/some-pictures-to-share.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-115211364295072531</id><published>2006-07-05T11:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T19:08:19.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss a lot of people. Sobra. I miss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHICKLETS&lt;/strong&gt; (My HS Barkada)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Isay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Ang &lt;strong&gt;tagal &lt;/strong&gt;na kitang hindi nakakasama no. At kahit nung paalis na ako hindi pa rin kita ulit nakakasama. Kahit sa school man lang. Haii. Bawi ka dapat sken pagbalik ko. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Michi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Ang mga gimik nten nila Cza sa Greenhills, Eastwood at Gateway. Pati ang mga bonding moments nten. At ang iyong pagiging kikay. Ahem. Pati pala ang mga crushes. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kyla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Left side seatmate! Babes! Haha! &lt;strong&gt;Sana maulit muli days&lt;/strong&gt; and Powerplant days with the other chicklets. Haha. Ang fun. Sa school naman ang mga &lt;strong&gt;sessions&lt;/strong&gt; nten. Ang kakulitan naten nila Nins pag classes. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Angela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Ang away nten nila Aica nung grade 7 na talaga namang hindi ko makakalimutan. Pero in fairness, &lt;strong&gt;ang tibay ng friendship nten no&lt;/strong&gt;. Despite all of it. Haha. Ang mga overnight sa bahay niyo, namimiss ko un.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Right side seatmate! Ang mga scribbles pati ang mga usapan nten nila Kyla. Haha. At ang iyong mga napakagandang drawings. At ang pagpunta ng RP ng naka-commute. Pareho pa taung hindi masyado marunong tumawid. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Ahem. Madaming lalaki sa buhay. Haha. Dancer. *apir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Paola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Ang mga away naten ano.. big and small. Haha. Pero pinaka-malala talaga ung sa CAI room fight nten. Buong class naka-witness nun. Hindi ko makakalimutan &lt;strong&gt;ang G4 day-out nten dalawa lang&lt;/strong&gt;. Ang movie at ang bonding. Yun ung last time na nakasama kita. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-YFC activities. Mga gimik nten nila Mik lalo na ung sa Greenhills. Nung nag-shop kayo for gifts tas pauwi, nagtaxi tau.. Ako na naman nagbayad. Pati ung gimik nteng 3 nila Aya. Yung sa Gateway tas nag-absent pa tau sa intrams for that. Haha. Nilibre ko pa kau sa Pizza Hut nun, biglaan un. Buti may money ako. Haha. Madami ka ng utang sken Cza. Haha. Joke lang. Peace. &lt;strong&gt;Ang sweetness mo&lt;/strong&gt; Cza, un ang pinaka-namimiss ko sau. Pareho pa taung matakaw. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Caris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Ikaw ang nakakausap ko about &lt;strong&gt;ALL things&lt;/strong&gt;. Things na hindi ko masyado ma-explain dahil hindi ko rin maintindihan sarili ko. Naalala mo ung for a time, we felt secluded dahil sa.. dot, dot, dot. Gets mo na? Tas pumunta taung Multi to talk about it. Ang galing, pareho pala tau ng naiisip no. Pareho rin taung matakaw. Kung gutom, gutom talaga. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Russel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Wow. Super miss na kita, Inday. Haha. Ang iyong kakulitan, kunwa kunwaring bisaya accent at ang kahyperan mo. Ikaw na ang isa sa mga taong may pinakamadaming crush sa balat ng lupa. Haha. Peace. Ikaw rin ang taong napapag-openan ko ng sama ng loob ko. If there are times. Haha. Ang hindi ko makakalimutan.. ung fair! Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUSMATES/GIMIK-MATES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Super bright. :) Dancer. At masaya kakuwentuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Laya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;You are my ampalaya&lt;/strong&gt;. :) Ikaw ang napakakulit na mahilig mang-asar sa akin. Haha. Softball lover. Grabe ang plans mo for softball, iha ano. Haha. You love DLSU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;You are my papaya.&lt;/strong&gt; :) Ang puti, puti mo naman kasi ano. Ikaw ang palaging hyper at inlove na inlove kay.. dot, dot, dot. Haha. &lt;strong&gt;We both&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;LOVE ADMU&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Laya and Jaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Kayo ang madalas kong kasama pag gimik ang pag-uusapan. Every friday ba naman. Hindi ko makakalimutan ang mga moments na un. Nakakatawa tau tas ang iingay pa nten. Kaya tinitgnan tau ng mga tao. Alala niyo pa ung pumunta tau ng ADMU for the salo salo? Bilib ako sa mga sarili naten nun. Umuulan pa nun ha. Talaga nga naman. Ang mga Eastwood gimiks nten. :)&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko rin makakalimutan ang Gateway nteng dalawa, Laya? Sa Teriyaki Boy nakita naten ung kamukhang kamukha ni Chico, tas tingin pa siya ng tingin sten akala nten siya nga. Haha. Tas same day sa movie house naman, may tumawag ng name ko tas nag-hi ako tas narinig nten pareho na sinabe niya na.. "&lt;strong&gt;Luisa, Kilala mo pa ko?&lt;/strong&gt;" Haha. Tawa pa tau ng tawa non. Isa pang reason kaya tau tumatawa nun kasi inuunahan kita dun sa seat nten. Ayoko kasi sa dulo, e 2 lang naman tau, so inunahan na kita. Tumakbo ako tas akala ko di mo ko hahabulin kaya naunahan mo pa rin ako. Haha. &lt;strong&gt;Tumatakbo tau sa loob ng movie house for the seats&lt;/strong&gt;. Benta talaga. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;EVERSINCE CHILDHOOD FRIENDS/NEIGHBORS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;Hinding hindi ko talaga makakalimutan ang ginawa mo sken sa bahay ninyo nung mga bata pa tau. Haha. &lt;strong&gt;Tinulak mo ako sa bathroom sa bahay niyo&lt;/strong&gt; dahil ayaw mo pa kong umuwi pero ako gusto ko ng umalis. Haha. Hindi ko rin makakalimutan ang pagpronounce mo ng pangalan ko.. LU-I-SA. Haha. Ikaw ha. Mag-iingat ka sa mga boys mo ha. Easy ka lang. Miss ko na ang kuwentuhan nten sa park. :) Pati ang mga christmas and halloween party. Haha. Namimiss ko na boses mo na talaga namang.. ANG LAKAS, LAKAS. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Aiko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Sa wakas. Haha. Peace. Ikaw ang pinakamatanda sa amin pero mas bata ka pa samin mag-isip. Haha. College ka na. Rumock en roll ka. Haha. Ikaw ang Haponesa na super naging close ko. Ang dami nateng adventures ano. At apat sa lahat ng un ang hindi ko makakalimutan. (1) Yung nag-lrt tau papuntang Baywalk at nagkaligaw ligaw tayo, (2) Pumunta tayo ng Ateneo kasama si Dek at nanood tau ng concert para suportahan si Kev, (3) Yung nanood tau ng Ateneo vs UP basketball game sa Araneta tas ako lang ung nagchicheer pero masaya ako nung last quarter tumatayo ka na rin. Haha. At (4) Nung nagpasama ka sken papunta sa bahay ng tita mo ata, tas sabi mo lalakarin lang nten dahil malapit lang sabay kelangan pala nten mag-commute. :) Haha.&lt;strong&gt; Hayup ang mga adventures nten e. :)&lt;/strong&gt; Pati ang mga kuwentuhan naten about anything sa park kasama si Dek, Kev at Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Dek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Echuuuuuuuusa! :)&lt;/strong&gt; Ang iyong kakuwelahan ay talaga namang kamiss miss ano. Haha. Ikaw na ang pinakamalandi at pinakamasayang echusang nakilala ko. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;HOLY SPIRIT CLOSEST FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Karla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Ikaw ang lagi kong kasama sa Gale. Madalas ako pumunta sa bahay niyo para.. wala lang. Tas naglalakad tayo papuntang Magnolia Ice Cream Parlor. Ayos. :) Ikaw ung merong kapitbahay na ang pangalan ay RYAN at sinasabe niyang crush ko siya kaya ako pumupunta sa bahay niyo. Excuse me lang no. Ikaw naman pinupuntahan ko e. Hindi siya. Lumipat siya ng bahay tignan niya kung makikita pa niya ako. Haha. Sa ating magkakabarkada (9 tau db?), ikaw ang pinaka-close sa mga lower batch sten. Ikaw din ang pinaka-unang nakakaalam ng mga gossips. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Reg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Ikaw ang nagpa-sleep over sken nung Feb 10 para makapag-bond ulit tau after all these years. Ikaw din ang kauna-unahang nagpatikim saken ng holy kernel corn ba un? SARAP! Ayos. :) Kamusta na oala kau ni Jeff? Sana mabuti naman. Ikaw rin ang nakukuwentuhan ko about.. dot, dot, dot. :) &lt;strong&gt;Friends for life. And Ateneo for life.&lt;/strong&gt; Malaking gumo sa mga kuya nten. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CENTER FOR ARTS FRIENDS&lt;/strong&gt; (Cafi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Ate Ailyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Nasa China ka na. Galing, galing. Hindi kita makakalimutan. Ikaw ung college na mukhang bata. Haha. Ang baet mo. Sobra. Not to mention, friendly and cheerful. &lt;strong&gt;Animo La Salle para sayo, Ate Ailyn. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Micha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-I love you Micha! Kung nasan ka man ngayon. DLSU pinili mong school no? I knew it. Beauty and brains ba naman.. Haha. Ikaw ung lagi kong sinasabay pauwi, tas hinahatid kita sa house niyo. Nung mini practicum nga nten sa Tomas Morato, sumabay ka saken db? Miss ko na ung mga araw na un. Tas db before, mas pinili kitang kasama kesa sa family lakad sa Tagaytay. Haha. Ang kulit nateng dalawa. &lt;strong&gt;Tandem tau e. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;GUY FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Halo halo na)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Carlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;-Ang super baet na guy friend ko. Sobrang baet. Magaling sa volleyball, although di ko pa siya nakita maglaro. Haha. Hello? Team Captain siya so malamang db? Haha. Hindi kita makakalimutan. :) &lt;strong&gt;Ang Southborder concert&lt;/strong&gt; na kasama kita, si Cha pati ang barkada niyo.. grabe un. Super hyper ko nun. Haha. Sorry na kung nakita mo akong sumayaw. &lt;strong&gt;Peaaaace&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha. Hindi ko rin makakalimutan ang FX ride nten nila Cha from RP. &lt;strong&gt;Yung "zip up" incident&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha. &lt;strong&gt;Isa pang peace para dun.&lt;/strong&gt; Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Jb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Ikaw na &lt;strong&gt;ang pinaka-makulit na nakilala ko&lt;/strong&gt;. Sobra. Tama bang tawagan mo pa ako ng 2am para sabihing nabangga kayo? Haha. Ikaw ang pinaka-makuwentong tao na nakilala ko. Super. Natutulugan na nga kita sa landline minsan e. Alam mo naman db? Haha. Paano ba naman ang dami mong kuwento about sa sobrang dami mong girls. Makakatulog ako dahil ang tagal mo pa magkuwento, pag gising ko.. nagkukuwento ka pa rin. Haha. Grabe ka. Ahem. Oo nga pala. Ikaw un may crush kay Cha pati sa iba kong pinsan. Tsk tsk. Baaaaaad. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Jude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Oh my gosh. Ikaw ung madalas kong kasama manood ng movie. Movie marathon ba ito. Haha. Ang saya. &lt;strong&gt;Kahit na silent treatment tau pag magkasama, masaya. &lt;/strong&gt;Ikaw yung madalas kong kausap sa landline.. At kung ano anong bagay ung pinag-uusapan nten. Lahat ng topics pwede ko ishare sau. Db, db? Minsan nonsense minsan naman sobrang serious na tipong family matters. Madalas tahimik lang as in no comment sa sinasabe ko, minsan naman meron siyang comment or sinasabe lang niya na.. "Ahhh.." Oh well. Miss ko na un. Mag-umagang usapan sa landline. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Ryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Madalas ko din kausap sa landline. Lalo na pag school matters and family matters. Minsan nga naiiyakan ko pa to e. Haha. Sorry na... Makikinig siya, and meron siyang advices. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Eman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Sobrang tagal na kitang friend. Haha. Baet, baet. &lt;strong&gt;Nakakatawa.&lt;/strong&gt; Yung mga Kythe days pa. Ikaw ang lagi kong katabi sa rides sa EK pati kasama magswim sa Splash Island. Haha. Now I hope you are happy with your girlfriend. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Marc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Family friend. &lt;strong&gt;Ang kaparehong kapareho ko talaga mag-isip na guy&lt;/strong&gt;. Meron siyang cancer before before pa then he survived. After a year or two, bumalik. Pero wag ka madaming girls na naghahabol at mahilig makipag-date. Hindi nga mukhang may sakit siya e. Haha. Okay na okay siya. &lt;strong&gt;Madalas kami lumabas magkasama. Tas magdamag na usap sa phone.. Walang sawa un. Pero lumala ung sakit niya. :( &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naalala ko pa un e. Dec 28, 2004.. dumalaw ako sa house nila and un na ung point na sobrang malala na sakit niya. As in grabe. :( &lt;strong&gt;A week after I visited him, he passed away. :(&lt;/strong&gt; Jan 4, 2005 to be exact. Pero Jan 5, 2005 ko lang nalaman. Absent ako nung same day kasi may sakit ako. Then Cha called me and told me Marc was already dead. &lt;strong&gt;Sobrang umiyak kaya ako nun.. Inisip ko kasi na iniwan niya ko. :( I miss him.&lt;/strong&gt; Sabi nga ni tita (mom ni Marc) "&lt;strong&gt;Hinintay lang niya na dalawin mo siya.&lt;/strong&gt;" Then tita showed me this album na punong puno ng pictures namen magkasama. Honestly, mga &lt;strong&gt;three weeks before he died, he asked me if he could court me&lt;/strong&gt; then I said.. "&lt;strong&gt;Sira ka ba?&lt;/strong&gt;" Tas tumatawa lang ako not knowing na seryoso siya. &lt;strong&gt;Ang manhid ko kasi e.&lt;/strong&gt; Un ung problema ko. The next day, almost all of my batchmates were so sorry for me and they knew what had happened. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of Rus. Haha. Love you, best&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Kahit un hindi ko ka-close. parang lahat sila.. "&lt;strong&gt;Wis, okay lang yan.&lt;/strong&gt;" But I know it wasn't okay. Naiisip ko pa rin siya. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Wherever Marc is right now, I want him to know na sobrang miss ko na siya. And&lt;strong&gt; the memories we've shared will never fade. :) I will never forget you. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Jim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Guy bestfriend ko simula nung mga bata pa kame. Haha. He left our village when I was 6. Then while I was outside talking to Aiko, a car parked infront of our house. It was Jim. He gave me this heart-shaped box filled with candies and chocolates. Haha. &lt;strong&gt;Miss ko na ang pagka-sweet ng loko at pilyong intsik na to.&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;At para sa mga taong hindi ko nasabi, &lt;/strong&gt;huwaaaag kayong mag-alala kasi hindi ko naman kayo nakakalimutan e. Totoo. I'm just too lazy to type more. Haha. Pero don't worry, I'll make it up to you sometime. :) &lt;strong&gt;Much, much love. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Miss ko na kayong lahat&lt;/strong&gt;. And hindi lang ung mga nakasulat diyan ung namimiss ko sa inyo. Madami pa. All the memoreies we've spent together will &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; be &lt;strong&gt;forgotten&lt;/strong&gt;. Love you all, girls and guys. :) *hug, hug. &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;FRIENDS FOR LIFE, FOR GOOD. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/11591878-115211364295072531?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/115211364295072531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=115211364295072531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115211364295072531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115211364295072531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-miss-lot-of-people.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-115207303648614431</id><published>2006-07-04T23:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T00:25:24.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*I have changed my background music to Frankie J's More than Words. Dati hindi ko na-aapreciate tong kantang to. Pero now, I really really do appreciate it. I fell in love with it's lyrics kasi totoo naman and by the way he sang it. Sobrang awwww.. nakaka-inlove. Haha. Lahat nakaka-inlove. If only.. there is someone to love. Haii. Ayan. Kinikilig na ko. Basta. Tapusin niyo ung song. Not to mention, pakinggan niyong mabuti ung lyrics.. maganda siya. You'll appreciate it. For sure, kikiligin din kau gaya ko. :) Ailuvet. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the fourth of July. For Americans, this is THE day. &lt;em&gt;For today is their Independence Day.&lt;/em&gt; For me, and for my family, it is just one of those ordinary days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up a little early than the usual and watched the movie, A Girl with a Pearl Earring. It was not really that good. I mean, not as good as i expected it to be. Nevertheless, it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lunch, we went to our family friends' house at Reston, Virginia. Ang sasarap ng mga pagkain and siyempre, binusog ko na naman sarili ko. Haha. It was a little boring though kasi hindi ko naman ka-close ung pinuntahan namen. So I was stuck there in the living room with ate. And there was this baby, and I said.. "Aii. Ang cute naman niya. " Then my ate said, "Actually, hindi siya cute." Haha. Ang sama talaga ni ate. Pero honestly, hindi siya kasing cute ng mga babies na makikita mong chubby, maputi and rosy cheeks. Iba siya. Hindi nga talaga siya cute. Nasabe kong cute siya kasi nakakatuwa siya maglakad tas pati ung damit niya, umokay sa porma. Pero un nga.. hindi siya cute. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early this evening.. we went to some place to watch the fireworks display. A lot of people were there. Sobra. Halo halo ung ethnicity. Karamihan.. galing sa ibang country. Super onti lang ng white Americans na nakita ko e. Seryoso. Back to the fireworks display.. ANG GANDA and ANG TAGAL. Sobrang winner talaga. Haha. Haii nako. Pag kinasal ako/kung ikakasal man ako.. sisiguraduhin ko na merong fireworks display and I want it to be SPECTACULAR. I love fireworks. Na-aamaze ako pag merong ganun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Russel Ann Pascual, ang maganda kong besty, miss na kita.. Tawagan mo lang ako pag kelangan mo ng kausap ha. And naiintindihan kita kung di mo ako tinatawagan ngaun kasi naman wala na taung mapag-usapan. Haha. I love you, best. :) Mmmmwaah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-115207303648614431?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/115207303648614431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=115207303648614431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115207303648614431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115207303648614431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-have-changed-my-background-music-to.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-115195878276726468</id><published>2006-07-03T15:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T16:33:02.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My ooh la la weekend. :D Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Virginia Beach with our family friends. Sobrang dami namen. As in like 3-4 BIG families un. Actually, sobrang daming tao sa beach. Lahat ng lahi nandun na.. merong mga latino, europeans, white americans, black americans, africans and a whole bunch of asians. You name it.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was incredibly fun kahit hindi ko masyadong close ung mga nakasama namen, I still managed to talk to them and have fun with them. Nakapag-sun bathe pa nga kami e. And guess what? Nangitim ulit ako. NOGNOG na talaga ko. Haha. Pero honestly, natutuwa ako sa kulay ko ngaun. :D We did swim at the beach. Sobrang strong nga nung waves kaya mas masaya mag-swim e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After swimming, ate and I played beach volley. After a few minutes of playing, a group of American boys went to us and asked if they could play with us. Then my sister said, yes. So we all played altogether. As we were playing, they were also busy asking us questions about almost everything. Pero si ate lang sumasagot. I had to admit, napatanga lang ako. I mean, I wasn't saying anything, I just kept on playing with them and that was it. Nahiya kasi ako e. Totoo. Hindi ko alam kung paano ako mag-rereact. I mean hello? Ate and I were like half-naked. NOT that we were really half-naked to the point that we have no clothes on. Half-naked, I meant.. wearing two piece swim wear. I wasn't really comfortable with talking to them becase of that. Pero seriously, I can handle a good conversation or two with boys. Hello? They are just like us. Except for the fact that they are the opposite sex. But it doesn't matter at all. I was just NOT COMFORTABLE talking with the opposite sex not to mention, &lt;em&gt;hindi ko sila kilala,&lt;/em&gt; half-nakedly. Haha. That was all. Lame excuse? Nah. And it is not an excuse, it was the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ate naman, masayang masaya dahil may boys na naman siya. Hello? Madami naman talagang boys un e. Ang sasarap pa nga ng white chocolates na binibigay sa kanya ng suitors niya e. Tas kami ni Cha ung kumakaen. Haha. Masaya si ate obviously kasi she met NEW boys. That's what she likes. She even bragged it to mama and papa. Actually, my parents saw that the American boys approached ate and I while we were playing. Mama even said na napapansin niyang kanina pa sila tumitingin samin while we were swimming. Uh. Gross. Know what I mean? Hate to think about it. But who knows? Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang fine ng beach. Na -feel ko nga na parang nasa Miami ako. Kasi sobra talagang ang ganda. Whoooh! The next BEST thing next to *dot, dot, dot. Haha. Sobra talaga. I know you would say the same thing once you were there or have been there. Sobrang woah! talaga. It was more than enough. I was pretty much loving it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We checked in at the hotel fronting the beach so ang ganda talaga ng view. :) Ate and I even strolled at the boardwalk that night and early next morning, we swam and rode bikes which are for rent. Sobrang amazing talaga. I am so loving Virginia Beach. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I am a beach bum, I am a trend setter.&lt;br /&gt;I could make you hurl or even make you say, grrr.&lt;br /&gt;I am a lot of things in this one big, big world.&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty much the person who I dreamt I would be.&lt;br /&gt;It had always been me all along, the REAL me. :)&lt;br /&gt;-Luisa Baua. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-115195878276726468?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/115195878276726468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=115195878276726468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115195878276726468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115195878276726468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-ooh-la-la-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-115169983499670346</id><published>2006-06-30T16:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T16:59:22.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UPDATES! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday.. mama, ate and I went to Germantown. We went there to buy stuff for this weekend. For this weekend, we will go to Virginia and head for Virginia Beach with family friends. :D &lt;em&gt;Malamang. Kasi wala naman kaming relatives dito sa East Coast e. Lahat sila nasa California which is in the West Coast. &lt;/em&gt;Anyway, we bought new swimsuits, beach towels and shades. Haha. Mga pang-beach talaga. Supposedly, magpapabili ulit ako kay mama ng new sneakers. Unfortunately, naunahan ako ni ate. Sinabe niya kay mama.. "Na naman?!" Sigh. Pero okay lang naman e. Can live with it. And mejo mura naman siya kahit papaao, so pwede ko siyang bilhin with my own money. Kaya lang mejo sayang un. Mas maganda kung si mama nlang gumastos. Haha. Anyway, nung umulan na. Umuwi na kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, for your very own information.. People, may storm ngaun dito sa States. It's called summer storms. Heck. Malamang kasi nga Not really in our area. Pero hello, States pa rin un. Tabi tabi lang ang mga states so pwede rin kaming madaanan nun. Anyway, please pray. Kasi naman ung mga roads and trees, nasisira.. tas may flood na sumisira sa mga houses. Meron na ngang mga evacuation centers kasi super grabe talaga. So, please pray. It'll help a lot. Prayers can do so much, remember that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night.. Ate and I had our volleyball class at Bohrer's Park. Grabe. Mas dumami kaya mas naging fun. Sobragn exciting nung games namin. As in fun, fun, fun! Masaya pala talaga ang volleyball no? Haha. Sorry na. Ngaun lang ako naging ganito ka-expose sa larong ito. Haha. Tas meron pa akong team mate na gwapo. Siya pinaka-gwapo sa lahat ng boys na nadun. Everytime nga na hinihit ko un ball, hinihit din niya e. Kahit mejo tabingi na at pa-out na hahabulin pa rin niya. Magaling siya. Totoo. :) Pero teka. Don't get me wrong. Hindi ibig sabihin nun, crush ko na siya. I'm just saying na gwapo siya. Bihira lang ako magka-crush no. Oo na. Pihikan na ako kung pihikan. :D TOTAL FUN SPORT=VOLLEYBALL! :) All hail sa naka-invent ng sport na un. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For today.. Mama, ate and I went to Germantown again. We went to Butler's Orchard. We went there to pick blueberries, raspberries and blackberries. Ang saya. :D That was the very first time I've pick those fruits from its real bushes. Haha. Sumakay pa kami ng wagon kasi malaki talaga ung place. Sobrang fun. Whooohoo! :D *cheer, cheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For tonight, we will go to one of our family friend's house and eat dinner there. :D Tomorrow, early in the morning.. mga 4am daw.. aalis na kami for Virginia. Yehey. Joy ride is on the way! :) Total fun ang mangyayari bukas.. sun bathing, swimming at madaming pagkain sa beach shoreline. Haha. Whoohoo! :) I am totally excited for tomorrow's trip slash adventure. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I will be posting new pictures in my multiply maybe next week. :D Have to go. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-115169983499670346?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/115169983499670346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=115169983499670346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115169983499670346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115169983499670346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/06/updates-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-115153981028433354</id><published>2006-06-28T19:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T20:10:10.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okaaaaaaaaaay. Now what? My dad and I fought. Want to know the reason? Well, it's mainly because of the stupid walk-in closet here at our house. Papa was so disappointed when he arrived home from work because it was a LITTLE BIT messy. Even though, he said it was TOO messy. Tsk tsk. Poor papa. He doesn't know the difference between less and more. Haha. Ang sama ko. Pero totoo. Nakakainis siya he doesn't understand US. Sobrang hindi niya kami iniintindi nila ate and kuya. Damn. Natanong ko na nga si mama before kung bakit si papa pa ung pinakasalan niya. Harap harapan pa un kay papa ha. Hehe. Ang pilya ko no. Serves him right. Sobra kasi. Ang strict niya. And there is nothing more important for him aside from his own opinions and his work. That's it! I know. So saan kami pumapasok diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, because of that fight. I cried. Oo na. Crybaby na kung crybaby. I won't deny it. Kasi totoo naman. And I am not ashamed of it. Totoo. Madami naman may alam na crybaby ako e. Haha. So I can't hide it. But you know what? My dad HATES it when he sees anyone of us.. crying. Ayaw na ayaw niya. Kasi daw it proves that you are a WEAK person. Which I don't agree with. Kasi hindi naman napuprove ng pag-iyak ang weakness ng tao e. Diba, diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to what I was saying, umiyak ako. Siyempre, hindi ko pinakita kay papa. Kung hindi.. nako. Mas lalo lang akong papagalitan nun. Bakit ako umiyak? Madaming reasons. Parang lahat ng frustrations ko sa LAHAT ng problems ko bigla nlang lumabas. And I really hate how papa acted. It was just TOO much. As in. What's the freaking BIG DEAL? It was JUST a walk-in closet near our front door. Closet lang un no. Nevertheless, there. While I was crying, ate entered my room. And confronted me. Kung ano nararamdaman ko and all. And I said to her that everything and I really mean, every SINGLE thing isn't right. Sinabe ko how I really hated it here. How I despise papa for that instant moment. &lt;em&gt;Yep, yep. DESPISE not hate, but D-E-S-P-I-S-E. &lt;/em&gt;I hate it when he's acting like that. Argggh. BIG FRUSTRATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After crying, ate and I decided to just play volleyball two miles away our house. We just walked. Ang tagal naming naglalaro. Sobra. And I kept on serving and serving for practice and also the setting. So I won't mess up at our game tomorrow. Ate is definitely a good coach. She helped me a LOT today. I am so thankful for her. REALLY. :) Thank, ate. Much, much love. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung pauwi na kami from playing volleyball, biglang bumuhos ung ulan. So we ran. Pero sinasabayan kami ng lakas ng buhos ng ulan. So basang basa na kami sa ulan. Oh. And one more thing, hinihingal na ko nun.. ASTHMA, remember? Yup, I am asthmatic. Kahit gaano kabilis takbo namin, useless. Kasi malakas talaga ung ulan. And hindi ko na kaya tumakbo, kasi nga mejo hindi na ko makahinga nun and sumasakit na ung stomach ko. So there. Naglakad nlang ulit kami. Guess what? My sister and I are dripping wet. No exaggeration. DRIPPING. Saya. :) Ang saya pala tumakbo ng umuulan. Parang hindi mo nararamdaman ung pagod. :D Oh, ailuvet. :) Sana maulit muli.... &lt;em&gt;Yung kanta na pala ni Lea Salonga. Haha. I love you, babes. Haha. Kyla, ikaw un ha. Ang mga days.. at ang mga spoof moments ko. Haha. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiiii. It is never ending. I have had enough. It's just TOO much. I want to go back to Philippines right now. Now, now, now. Uh. I wish.. 4 more years and 6 months. I'll explain to you tomorrow in my next entry why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I had fun editing pictures earlier after lunch. So it's time for me to share you what I've done. Haha. Check my friendster account. I've uploaded the edited pictures I made there. Next time ko na i-uupload sa multiply, myspace and my other accounts. Okay? You'll see it as soon as possible. I swear. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. Goodbye for now. Au revoir! :) &lt;em&gt;saying while waving goodbye. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-115153981028433354?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/115153981028433354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=115153981028433354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115153981028433354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115153981028433354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/06/okaaaaaaaaaay.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-115134516690407185</id><published>2006-06-26T14:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T22:09:22.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are so many things that I would really like to think about. Sobrang dami. Problems as well as doubts. Maybe some of you knows what those things are. Sa mga taong, bigla ko na lang i-iim sa ym tas humihingi ako ng advice. Sorry na. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling of doubt for &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; so close to me. I don't know whether whom to believe. Though I wanted to believe that &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;, I am just not so sure right now. Yep. I have told that &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; about what am I feeling about the subject. And that &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; tells me not to worry. But even though, I am not so sure who to believe. That &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; or the other &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;. I never knew it could have been this hard. Trust is a very important thing, I know. And I am trusting that &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;. Totoo. It's that &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; whom I don't trust. Really. That &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; is getting unto my nerves. Sobra. Eversince. Why don't that &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; just let go and break off. Diba? Pero sabi naman ni &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; matagal ng wala.. but STILL. I am doubting. I am so troubled with so many things right now. I am pretty much occupied with a LOT of things, bigger things than this. And I am not blaming &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; about it. I am blaming MYSELF for this. But STILL. The way I am feeling right now is as if I am a fish who ran out of water inside my own little world inside the aquarium or the little kid who got lost in the jungle trying to find my way out of it but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems for me and for the whole entire people living in this world is never ending. Problems which can be solved through short terms or long terms. Some of which can be solved but some can't be. Kaka-solve mo plang ng isang problema.. here comes the next one. We all have these problems which we all hope would be just a so-called fantasy or maybe just a dream and we wouldn't wake up one morning having that dream bestowed upon our very own eyes. The feeling of rejection, neglection, being unwanted, being lonely.. lahat un. Sama sama na pag meron taung problems. Gusto naten mag-isa. To think it all over or maybe to try to sort each things out to flatten it. I mean, para mas madaling isolve. But I've been thinking.. Db dapat pag may problema ka the more na dapat hindi ka mag-isa. Dapat may nasasabihan ka or something. Para hindi LAHAT ng sama ng loob na sayo lang. Tas may tendency ka mabaliw and so on. Life is full of twists. Sobra. And it depends on our very own self to carry on the twists of it. Alam ko na un. Pero parang everytime, the twists of it is even getting harder and harder to unease the twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang ironic nga e. Kasi diba sabi nila.. masaya and masarap mabuhay. Parang free ka gawin ALMOST lahat. Pero pag buhay ka naman, ang dami dami mong problema. Kaya nga ung iba.. nagpapakamatay nlang kasi hindi na nila ma-handle ung problems nila e. Pero totoo yun. Masaya mabuhay. Bakit? Kasi meron kang chance to prove yourslef about SO MANY things na hindi mo ma-explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there are times na parang ireregret mo na nabuhay ka. Gaya ko. Sometimes, I regret na buhay pa ko hanggang ngayon. Sa daming beses ko na, na pwede na akong namatay.. &lt;em&gt;because of accidents/ilnesses like asthma.&lt;/em&gt; Hindi pa rin. Ewan ko kung bakit ako ganun mag-isip. Pero totoo. Minsan, mas gusto ko pang mamatay. :( Siguro hindi lang talaga ako makunteto on what I have right now. Parang I want MORE than this. Even though sometimes, happy naman ako. Like most of the people are bragging, masyado na nga akong blessed e. I know. Alam ko na un. And I am NOT complaining about it. Alam kong blessed ako with MOST things. Pero like what I said.. parang may kulang pa rin in some way. And gusto ko na ung kulang na un.. ma-complete. Even though I know it's going to take a zillion years. Haha. Now I am exaggerating. Haha. Basta. Two things I know.. Ang labo ng buhay. And it is very, very complicated/risky and sometimes very unpredictable. Basta. Hindi ko siya ma-explain. You'll see it for yourself nlang. Basta. That is MY point of view about MY life. Hush ka nlang sa reactions mo. Haha. Haiii hai. Enough of the drama.. Let's change the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATES! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday was my first volleyball recreation class. Every Thursdays un, 7:30-9:30pm. So two hours. I have ten meetings of that. Which means, meron pa kong 9 classes. Graaaaabe. Ang hirap. I refuse to give up though kasi fun siya. Pero ang hirap talaga. Ba naman.. Kelan ba ung huli kong laro ng volleyeball. Tagal na! Ang sakit sakit sa arms tas namumula. Next thing I know, may pasa na ko sa arms ko. Ang hirap talaga. Swear. Pero masaya. Nagkaroon kami ng 6 games. Tas grabe, tuloy tuloy un. Sometimes I mess up, sometimes I don't. Favorite job ko dun.. ung pagiging center. Kasi ang cool. Haha. Ako ung magdedecide kung san pupunta ung bola. One thing I learned.. pag center ka.. THE SECOND BALL IS ALWAYS YOURS. :) Pag hindi ko nakuha ung bola.. I should ask for help. So sumisigaw ako ng help! Haha. Coolness. :) Tas iba iba pa kami ng ethnicity. Tas FIRST time kong makakita ng GUY na naglalaro ng ACTUAL volleyball. Ang fun. Sobra. Tas they give me compliments like.. "Nice shot!", "Nice try" or "Good job!" Haha. Ailuvet! I am SO loving volleyball now. Kahit dati halos masumpa ko na siya. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday it was raining. Today it was still raining. Even though it was actually raining so hard. Nothing stopped ate and I. Both of us still played volleyball kahit sobrang basang basa na kami. Mas fun nga e. Well, it just proves that both of us are REALLY enjoying volleyball badly. Ailuvet! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I would like to extend my good luck greetings to those people who have tests this week and the weeks to come. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*And for those people I have asked for help kanina sa YM, BIG BIG thanks. :) It helped a lot. Kahit mostly nakinig lang kayo. Thank you rin sa mga nagbigay sken ng advice about my current doubts slash problems. :) I owe you guys and girls.. I'll make it up to ALL of YOU. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-115134516690407185?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/115134516690407185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=115134516690407185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115134516690407185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115134516690407185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/06/there-are-so-many-things-that-i-would_26.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-115118941820534309</id><published>2006-06-24T18:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T22:40:25.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. So right now, maybe WE are SORT of okay. At LEAST. Silent treatment ang nangyari for quite a time pero ngaun, nag-uusap na rin kami kahit papaano. Buti nlang. I can't help it anymore kung may mas sasaklap pa sa nangyari ha. Pwede ba.. Please.. Tama na muna. At least, kahit for now lang. AYOKO na ng AWAY e. Actually, aaminin ko.. crybaby ako. Haha. Sorry na.. pero totoo. Madaming may alam nun.. Hehe. Kasi tinatawagan ko sila pag may problema.. at hindi ako nahihiyang umiyak sa kanila. Yenk. Aiun. At least, we ARE okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo nga pala. Thank you sa mga taong nag-comment sa last entry ko thru tagboard. Yan ay sila.. (1) Eirene, (2) Cza, (3) Nins and (4) Isay. I knew it. Madami ding nakakaramdam ng ganun. Hindi lang ako. Well, TOO bad for us nlang. Kasi hindi tau kasing WORTH it ng mga taong kinocompare sa atin. Pero heck. Mas magagaling naman tau sa kanila no. Deep inside alam naten un. Hindi lang nila nakikita. Lalo na ang mga 'evil' side ng kinocompare sa aten. Kung alam lang nila. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*EIRENE - Super, duper thank you sa support mo for me. Thanks sa compliment. Oo nga, maganda naman ako. Kahit papaano. Haha. Pero HINDI AKO kasing PERFECT ng ate ko. Tsk tsk. Pero i'm not trying to be someone like her. Kasi alam ko HINDI AKO PERFECT. Heck. Tsaka UNIQUE naman taung lahat e. Magkakaiba. So there's no point of comparing US to OTHER PEOPLE. Kasi hindi TAYO SILA and hindi SILA TAYO. Tama ka. SO, so true. Happiness is NOT a DESTINY, IT IS a CHOICE. ;) Yung sa kapatid naman.. oo no. Nakaka-irita talaga. Parang THEY ALWAYS get what THEY WANT. Argggh. They can really be a BIG PEST at times. Haha. And ung beauty pageant thing naman, haha. No comment. As if e. Hehe. Pero alam mo, mom ko dati sumali sa mga ganun. Ewan ko lang nangyari, nanalo naman ata siya e. At least SOMEHOW. Haha. :P Thank you ulit. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*CZA - Awwwwwwwww.. Alam ko naman na ayaw mong malaman na ganun kasama ung pinagdadaanan ng kabarkada mo e. Lalo na ko. Alam ko naman na love na love mo ako e. Haha. Same goes for me. Love na love din kita. :) Sayang. Kasi hindi na kita makakasama ng madalas. Hindi mo na ko makakasama sa MADAMING bagay. Alam ko naman na kahit ganun e lagi kang nandyan para sken, para saming laht na kabarkada mo. Thank you talaga, Cza. Ang sweet mo talaga. Ubeeeeeer. :) Miss na miss na kita, Czaaaboiii. I love you. :) *hug, hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*NINS - Thanks Nins. :) Alam ko, MADAMI akong kadamay. Hehe. Love you, Nins. :) Oo nga. Ang galing, galing ni Wade. Pero HINDI ko siya LOVE. Sorry nlang siya. Haha. Ganun e. Harhar. Miss you, Nins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ISAY - Oo no. MERON TALAGANG favoritism. SOBRA. Lintsak. Haha. Aliw. Pareho tayo. Magkabarkada nga talaga mga ate naten. Isipin mo pareho tayong inaaway. Haha. I love you, Isay. :) Miss na miss na miss na kita.. kasi naman. Haha. :) Sana mag-abot naman tayo sa YM one of these days para makuwentuhan na kita. Since un gusto mo. Haha. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super BIG, BIG thank you sa inyong apat. At sa ibang mga tao na nagbibigay sken ng strength to move on. Yenk. Haha. Kasi naman.. may mas sasaklap pa ba? Haha. I love you all, you guys and girls. :) Meron kasing iba diyan na nagrereklamo na guys lang lagi sinasabi ko. Haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*THANKS, THANKS, THANKS.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paaaaaaaaaaaarty tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime.... Haha. ;) And now, I can live life happily ever after. Thank you for all your support and love. Yenk. Ang drama. Haha. So much for the drama.. Leeeeet's all paaaaaaaaaaarty! :) BIG GRIN. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGHT TIME. AFTER WATCHING A MOVIE.. (edited at 10:36pm)&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Wait. Wait, wait. No party. There is no reason to party. NOT at ALL. We still aren't that okay. Hindi ko na alam. Well, one things for sure. Nag-uusap naman kami. Pero STILL meron pa ring mga times na parang feeling ko ang LAKI ng kasalanan ko kay mama. Ewan ko baaaaaaa. Naguguluhan na talaga ko. Parang everytie nlang na kaharap ako ni mama, nagkaka-mood swings siya. If that's the term. Ang INIT INIT ng ulo niya sken.. MADALAS. Nakakabanas. Don't I HAVE the right to be treated the way they treat my sister. Darn. I am feeling so down right now. :( Super, super baba na ng tingin ko sa sarili ko. Uh. I hate it. Bakit pa kasi ako ung naging youngest e.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM a BRAT. That's what my sister and Ate Jade (the girlfriend of kuya before) said. I must admit it. Simply for the reason that I ALWAYS WANT to get what I WANT. Always, always. Pero nevertheless, hindi rin naman nangyayari un e. Not even though I ALWAYS WANT it to. If ever man na nakukuha ko gusto ko, I am well happy to accept it. At least THERE ARE TIMES na nakukuha ko ung mga gusto ko kahit papaano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM PAPA'S FAVORITE.. ..pagalitan. Haha. Totoo. Pero, that was what he said. Favorite niya ko. But I don't seem to care at all. Wala akong pakialam. Well, it also explains why he is SOoooo strict with me. Haha. Gets niyo na? Pasensya naaaa.. Haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My mom and I STILL HAVE this BIG MISunderstanding. Tsk tsk. Lintsaaaaaaaaaak. :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-115118941820534309?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/115118941820534309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=115118941820534309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115118941820534309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115118941820534309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/06/okay_24.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-115100285595970051</id><published>2006-06-22T14:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T15:35:14.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NEWSFLASH : Ate and I fought. As in sigawan. And the both of us didn't even care for the fact the papa WAS there in the house TOO. As usual. Si papa, hindi na naman nakialam sa gulo. Nagsalita lang siya nung sobra sobra sobra na kong sumisigaw tas umiiyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT! I hate MY LIFE from this very moment. Sobra na. Hindi ko na kaya. Minsan naiisip ko bakit pa ba kasi ako pinanganak or bakit ako pa? I REALLY HATE IT. Naiinis ako kila papa, kay mama pati kay ate. Certainly, because of many many things. PRIVATE and FAMILY issues. I just don't get it. DARN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naiinis ako kasi first of all.. MERONG FAVORITISM saming magkakapatid sila mama. Too bad hindi ako un. Kasi SI ATE ang dakilang favorite ng buong angkan. Pero wala akong problema dun. At least.. NOT until TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate has been bragging me about so many things. Na hindi ako ganito, ganyan, ganyan. And I was like.. What do you care? Hindi naman ikaw ako ha. And so, and so, and so on... The fight went on. Ate WASN'T shouting but I WAS. Hindi ko na ma-take ang pagiging miss PERFECT niya. Argggggh. I hate it. You know what, I hate her pag ganun ung nagiging attitude niya. Which is like most of the time. Kasi parang siya ung nagiging GODESS at ako ang kanyang nagiging slave. Pero wala naman akong pakialam sa pagiging slave e. Ang ayoko lang.. ung parang I was under HER spell. You know what I mean? Hindi ako robot no. Too bad I wasn't one na pwede niyang basta ganun, ganunin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akala ba nila.. ginusto ko dito sa States?.. NOT! Newsflash.. Days or even weeks before I left, humahagulgol na ko kasi ayoko talaga. Nandito lang ako ngayon dahil unfortunately, eto ang gusto nila papa at mama. Peste. Walang wala nga akong naging stand sa States thing na to e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL OF MY LIFE.. sila mama sinusunod ko. Not that pinoproblema ko na sinunod ko sila. Dahil natural lang na sila sundin ko dahil.. hello? parents KO sila. Db? ALL MY LIFE. As in. Okay.. I'll give YOU examples. (1) When I was in grade 4, my mom enrolled me to MILO gymnastics. Kahit di pa niya sken una pina-alam. So, ginawa ko. Sinunod ko. Kahit nung una, ayoko. (2) I was transferred to Assumption Antipolo kahit HINDI ko gusto. THEY said it was MY DREAM school. But it wasn't. It was THEIR DREAM school FOR ME. (3) Now, they are trying to control what course am I going to choose for college. Guess what? They prefer LAW. Which is NOT TOTALLY ME. I hate to break it. Pero parang hindi ako free. Kasi wala akong choice. I am born to follow them. Parang lumalabas na ganun. My parents aren't that control freaks though. But sometimes, they can really get into my nerves. And I have nothing else to do but to cry and email Cha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I super miss Cha. Kung nandito siya ngaun. Or kung magkasama kami, dinadamayan na ko nun. I know a LOT of PEOPLE thinks I am so blessed with everything.. Nakakapunta ako ng States and ng Europe, nag-aaral ako sa isang NAPAKALAKING exclusive school for girls, 'mayaman' daw kami, nabibili ko HALOS LAHAT ng gusto ko, madami akong friends.. and so on.. Pero deep inside of me, parang may kulang pa rin. Actually, MADAMING kulang. :'( Pero heck. Sige. Sabihin na nten na blessed nga ako. Pero STILL MADAMING KULANG. Yun ung BIGGEST frustration ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi nila ko iniintindi. And I guess, wala silang balak na intindihin ako. Kasi ang importante para sa kanila.. sila ung maintindihan ko. Dahil sa dami ng ginagawa/nagawa para sken. Ang hindi ko pa maintindihan.. Pag si ate.. okay lang. Pero pag ako.. parang sobrang BIG thing na un. Naiinsecure ako ngayon. Insecure ako kay ate. I know it's bad. Pero ganun talaga nafifeel ko. Parang compared to her.. wala lang ako. As in walang wala ako. :'( Kasi si ate.. maganda, matalino tas parang ang perfect na niya talaga. Kaya mas nadodown naman ako. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. sana naman sooner or later ma-solve na ang problemang to. Kasi sobrang helpless na talaga ko sa lahat ng nangyayari sken. As in.. TAMA NA........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Oo nga pala.. As I have promised.. Miss na rin kita, Eirene Vernice Ong Go. *hug, hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*And when YOU get the chance whether to sit or to dance.. I hope YOU dance. :) Ailuvet! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-115100285595970051?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/115100285595970051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=115100285595970051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115100285595970051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115100285595970051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/06/newsflash-ate-and-i-fought.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-115094501591921744</id><published>2006-06-21T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T23:04:35.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dang it! Dang it! Dang it! Natalo ang Dallas Mavs sa finals ng NBA. Darn. Kainis. Kamping kampi pa naman ako sa kanila. Rarrrrrr. Naaawa ako kay Nowitzki, kay Terry, Stackhouse, kay Howard at kay Harris. Ang gagaling nila tas ganun lang nangyari. Rarrrrr. &lt;em&gt;Kumakagat na pala. Haha.&lt;/em&gt; Pero grabe. Sayang talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offense sa mga Miami Heat fans diyan ha. Pero naiirita talaga ko sa team na un. Although, magaling talaga si Dwyane Wade. &lt;em&gt;Tama ka Nins. Apir. Magaling siya. MVP! MVP! MVP! Sabay napasigaw ng ganun. Haha. &lt;/em&gt;Ewan ko ba. Pero nayayabangan ako sa Heat. Lalo na sa Shaq na yan. Lintsak. Matangkad at malaki lang siya no. Kainis. I hate him. &lt;em&gt;Db, db Rus. Sinusumpa ko siya. Haha. Joke lang ung last part.&lt;/em&gt; Pero TOTOO. AYOKO KAY SHAQ! Please.. No offense sa fans ni Shaq banda riyan sa tabi. Relaaaaaaaaaaaaaaks. Hindi ko naman papatayin si Shaq e. And it's JUST MY OWN OPINION. Toink. Why do I even have to explain? E given na un. Nandito ka sa blog ko e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaminin ko.. UMIYAK ako nung NATALO ang Mavs. :'( Kasi naman. Sayang talaga. And I really want them to win. Pero God's will naman na Heat ang manalo e. Pero lintsak talaga. Anyway, enough. Sport naman ako e. ISANG MALAKING CONGRATULATIONS SA MIAMI HEAT. Magaling sila. :) Pero Mavs prn ako. Sorrrrrrrrrrrrrry na.. Haha. Peace. Basta. CONGRATS, CONGRATS! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko ba. Simula ng dumating ako dito.. naging sabik na muli ako sa basketball games. Well, mainly because of kuya. Ang laki ng impact na ginawa niya sa life ko. Dahil sa kanya, I LOVE BASKETBALL. :) Whooohooo! ;) It all started when kuya was still playing for Ateneo in the UAAP season. :) Ailuvet! I love basketball. And of course, ako ang number one cheerer ni kuya. Kahit mapiyok piyok na ako at kinakagat na ako ng mga lamok sa may Araneta. Haha. SI ate naman kasi hindi ganun e. Ewan ko ba.. Pero I thank them for exposing me to basketball. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S THE GAME. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siya nga pala.. Bukas na ang simula ng volleyball ko. Actually, namen ni ate. Maglalaro na ulit ako ng volleyball after how many months. Yung last ko ata ung sa PE pa sa school. Yung naglaban laban ang squads ng section. Haha. ALL HAIL TO US CHICKLETS. Isa lang panalo naten sa volleyball. Or baka nga wala pa e. Haha. Bano. Bwaaaaaahaaaaaahaaaa! Di bale, in time. Gagaling din tayo. It's not all about winning naman e. Well, siguro.. partly un. Pero mostly.. for the experience. ;) Db, db? :) So there. Wish us luck. Bukas un. 7-9pm. So kung sa Plipinas.. 7-9am. Wow. Ang layo ng time difference, man. Sa bagay, ang layo ko naman talaga. *sniff, sniff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Uber sa daming tao na ung namimiss ko. Grabe. Wala pa kong two months ha. Paano pa kaya pag mas nagtagal. Kilala niyo naman na siguro kung sino, sino namimiss ko.. You know who you are. :) CHICKLETS, YFC, CLASSMATES, BATCHMATES, SCHOOLMATES, CLUBMATES, CLOSE FRIENDS, NEIGHBORS, HOLY SPIRIT FRIENDS, BUSMATES, GUY FRIENDS AND OTHER ORGS FRIENDS LIKE MILO GYMNASTICS, KYTHE AND CENTER FOR ARTS. :) I miss you all.. *hug, hug. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-115094501591921744?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/115094501591921744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=115094501591921744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115094501591921744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115094501591921744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/06/dang-it-dang-it-dang-it-natalo-ang.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-115067196674217255</id><published>2006-06-18T18:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T19:29:21.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good news. My dad and I are okay now. Actually, the night after we fought.. we were sort of okay already. Kaya happy na rin ako. I just wish it wouldn't happen again or at least soon. Ayoko kasi na ganun nafifeel ko towards papa e. Mahirap na..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the four of us-papa, mama, ate and I went to the playground the other day. We went there to swing. Nakakatuwa nga e. Kasi kahit ung parents ko nagsiswing. Lalo na si mama.. ang taas. Si papa naman kinakabahan kasi baka daw mahulog siya.. pero naka-swing din siya. After that, we ate ice cream. Ang sarap ng feeling na makasama ulit sila mama kahit sa ganung way lang. I am telling you. You would appreciate that instant moment. Kasi behind their busy scheds of working.. naka-leave pa sila ng time for that. Pinilit ko kasi sila e. Haha. Ginamit ko ang aking charms. Haha. Ganun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a Sunday. We went to mass early morning. Tas after, we fetch our Nigerian friend. Then, we ate lunch at Houston's. It is this super expensive resto na super LAKI ng serving. Grabe. What we paid for was so worth it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After nun, nag-mall kami.. Tas lumilibot kami. Sa sobrang excited ko na pumunta sa isang store.. tumakbo ako. E ang suot ko kasi.. sleevless top tas knee-length shorts, tas naka-pumps ako. E di un na nga, tumatakbo ako. Bigla akong nadapa. Isang MALAKING WAPOISE. Haha. Pero totoo. Nadapa talaga ko. As in ung hard fall pa ha. Ang LAKI nga ng pasa ko sa tuhod ngaun dahil dun e. Tas after the hard fall, tumayo ako. Tas nag-peace out sign pa ko. What the heck was I thinking? Haha, Ang katawatawa pa dun.. may nakakita sken.. MADAMI. Whhaaaaaaaaaaah! MADAMI talaga. Tas tinatawanan ko pa sarili ko nung nadapa ako. Kasi ang laki kong sira. Tamabang tumakbo ako habang suot, suot ang napaka-taas na pumps? HINDDDDDIIII! Feeling ko tuloy ang tanga, tanga ko nung mga oras na un. Haha. After kong madapa.. Takbo ulit ako kay mama. Haha. After nun, hindi na ako umalis sa tabi ni mama. Lagi na kong nakakapit sa kanya. Para talaga kong bata. As in super bata. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ng mall.. uwi na kami. Tamang tama. Kasi tumawag sken si Rus. Kakainggit nga e. Kasi manonood sila ng The Fast and The Furious: Tokyo Drift. Gusto ko pa naman din. Tsk. Sayang. Si papa kasi e. Parang bata.. mas gusto ung Cars. Pero maganda rin naman ung Cars e. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*TODAY is Father's Day. Humappy Father's Day sa lahat. Pa-greet nlang dad niyo, for me. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Drew, nasuot ko na ung dangling earrings sa People are People na binigay mo sken. Thank you ulit ha. ;) Madaming nagandahan.. lalo na ako, si ate, mama and papa. Oo. Pati si papa nagustuhan. ;) Sorry pala kung ngayon ko lang nasuot. Ang hirap kasi bagayan e. Pero ngayon, meron na. Improving un, db? Haha. Thank you pala ulit dun and sa lahat ng nabigay mo sken. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-115067196674217255?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/115067196674217255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=115067196674217255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115067196674217255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115067196674217255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/06/good-news.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-115043013251501478</id><published>2006-06-15T23:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T23:55:40.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh. My dad and I fought. Actually, hindi siya away talaga. Pero nagkasagutan kami kaya nag-walk out nlang ako. The sad thing is.. Hindi nakialam si mama. Parang for her okay lang na ganunin ako ni papa. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko na kaya e. I mean. Hindi ko na alam gagawin ko. Ano ba gusto nila? Maging robot na lang ako and forever maging sunod sunuran sa kanya? Kulang na nga lang maging robot talaga ako e. Hai. Almost all my life.. Sila sinusunod ko. Even if I don't want what they want me to do. Kasi for my own good daw and all. Okay. Fine. Dad ko siya so may right siya na makialam saken. Pero sobra na. Parang laging hot-headed siya sken.. pero when it comes to ate.. hindi naman. They keep on comparing me with someone else na hindi naman at imposible naman maging ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko na siya maintindihan. And you know what? Pagod na rin ako na intindihin siya e. Almost all my life un na ginagawa ko. Don't I deserve to be happy. Ayan na naman sila.. They keep on bragging how lucky I am and so blessed. Sige. Provided.. blessed nga ako sa napakadaming bagay.. but they realize how much impact they put on pressuring me to be the BEST? I am trying slash doing my best I can be.. for his information. Nakakainis. He don't understand me. He don't get me and he doesn't want to get me. Hindi siya gumagawa ng effort. Now tell me.. paano ko malalapit sarili ko sa kanya? :'( Ang hirap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And one more thing. He didn't walk up to my room and said his sorry. Nung magkakaron na ko ng guts to say my sorry.. Slam. Close na ung door ni papa. :( He didn't said sorry. Yun ung masakit. :( Kasi usually, pag ganun. Aakyat siya sa room ko tas magsosorry siya and give me encouraging words to move on or to let the bad feelings and the ego of it out. Tonight was different. :( Good thing may work si papa bukas. I won't see him most of the day. Kasi.. work, work, work ulit siya. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you my life is as complicated as most things in life. It's full of crap and I know sometimes, even shit. Although sometimes, things turn out good which will be most likely cherished by me and I guess the rest of my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. I am breaking down. I am falling apart into someone I was before.. a girl who is truly WEAK on everything. :'( *sniff, sniff. I hope there's a better tomorrow for me and my dad, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yeah, I have to admit. I still love him. Although I have sort of hated him earlier. Nothing changed. I still love him and after all, I am still proud he is my dad..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-115043013251501478?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/115043013251501478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=115043013251501478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115043013251501478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115043013251501478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/06/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-115006734857142858</id><published>2006-06-11T18:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T19:33:08.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SECTION 5, Nako. Mamimiss ko talaga kayo. Sobra sobra. I just want you to know na hindi ko kayo makakalimutan especially ung mga memories na napagdaanan naten for the pat years. Lahat ng mga trials as a class at ang problema naten sa school works at sa mga teacher naten. As follows, yung mga pictures naten. Well, some of the pictures na magkakasama tayo. (1) Merong pictures ng mukha naten by class number; (2)Jump, jump sa fountain ng class reco; (3)Pictures sa volleyball court; (4)Volleyball court pa rin ng school; (5-7)Yung mga pictures naten sa Class Recollection; (8-9)Pictures naten sa classroom while practicing for the Asian Fest play. :) &lt;em&gt;ako pa ung naka-upo sa pinaka-harap, ung naka-uniform. ung nasa right side nung naka-blue.. si mikki.. haha. check niyo pa! &lt;/em&gt;:) [ung sa second to the last na pic. haha. natutuwa ako, ako un]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sa mga pictures na un.. nahalata ko lang, suot ko ung favorite casual clothes ko. haha. Ako ung naka-blue green na top and green kneee length shorts. :) Just in case hindi niyo na maalala. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe.. Ang dami kong mamimiss sa AA. Sobra. I love you guys, este girls! :) *mwaaah! *hug,hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAKUNA MATATA! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/1600/fgdscopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/320/fgdscopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/1600/105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/320/105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/1600/107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/320/107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/1600/119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/320/119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/1600/147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/320/147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/1600/145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/320/145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/1600/DSCN2093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/320/DSCN2093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/1600/DSCN2092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/320/DSCN2092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-115006734857142858?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/115006734857142858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=115006734857142858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115006734857142858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/115006734857142858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/06/section-5-nako.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-114994739767252236</id><published>2006-06-10T09:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T23:23:21.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JUNE 7. Haha. I woke so early to chat at ym. At last, madami dami din naman akong naabutan na friends ko. We talked about stuff and onting kuwento and how I wanted to be there just like before na present sa bawat gimik na pinaplan. Haha. Lalo na pag si Aiko.. Sobra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alala ko pa nun.. Nagkaroon kami ng topak at napag-isip naming pumunta sa Baywalk gamit ang LRT. Haha. Nasa gateway kasi kami nun.. Tas nakita namin ung LRT station. Iniwan pa namin nun si Cha tsaka si Joeff. Actually, hindi ko na pinaalam na umabot kami ng Maynila. Haha. :) So un. Tas nung nakarating kami sa Manila.. Sumakay kami sa jeep, pagkababa namin ng LRT. Tas lahat ng tao nakatingin samin kasi tawa kami ng tawa.. &lt;em&gt;E hello, the adventure man. Sobrang adventure un para samin. Kasi pareho naming hindi alam kung san kami pumupunta. Umaasa lang kami sa mga turo turo ng tao. Haha.&lt;/em&gt; Anyway, binaba kami ng jeep sa may Manila Zoo. Grabe. Tuwang tuwa kami. Para kaming mga turista. Na never pa napadpad dun. Hehe. Si Aiko nga sumisigaw na e. Haha. Tas nung magccross na kami ng street, nagutom na ko. So nagtanong kami kung san ung way papunta sa kainan sa baywalk. Sabi nung lalaki, pa-left daw. E nako. Wala na ung sight ng Manila Bay at umabot na kami ng Star City at Boom na boom wala pa rin. Napadpad na kami sa place na kung san nakatira ung homeless people.. nang naglalakad ha. Nung napagod na ko, sabi ko kay Aiko.. Balik na kaming Gateway. So nagtaxi kami ako nagbayad. Tas pagdating ng Gateway, naiinis na sken si Cha kasi matagal daw sila naghintay samin. Tas umuwi sila. Iniwan nila ko sa Gateway. Pero okay lang, kasama ko naman si Aiko e. Hello, Tatlong bahay lang ung layo samin. Haha. :) So kumain kami sa Pizza Hut at nagtaxi kami ulit pauwi.. Ako parehong nagbayad. Pero wag ka.. Bumawi yan saken sa Shang. Haha. :) Love you, Aiko. Miss ko na ang mga biglaang lakad naten. Ung for fun lang. Naalala mo pa ba ung NBA madness sa Araneta? At ang games ng Ateneo sa basketball? Ikaw kasama ko nung mga oras na un. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oist, CHA! Anooooo? Gagi ka talaga. Toink! :) Chaaaaaaaaaaa...... Ano ba? Hindi pwede un no. Wala akong guts gaya mo no. Ano baaaaaaaaaaaa? Gumudluck nlang sa inyo ano. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNE 8. We went Germantown to the Amish Dutch Market. It was so cool and they were very friendly. Not just for the sake for you to buy goods but they really are friendly. After that, we went to the Brazillian Cafe' wherein we drank Brazillian Cofee. It was too strong for me. Sobra. Ang tapang ng lasa. After nun.. mama, ate and I went to IKEA. It's this Swedish everything store. Ang ganda tas ang laki. Sobra. We stayed there for four hours but we still haven't seen all of the things. Napagod na kami e. And besides, may bisita pa kaming dadating so we have to go home already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, our black American friend named Toscin arrived. We ate dinner together. We served baked potato, steak, chicken, salad and the blueberry cheescake. Ang sarap ng food. At sobrang nakadami na naman ako. Haha. After the dinner, the old ones.. Haha. Di ako kasama dun no. The old ones went to the deck kasama si Kuya Toscin. They talked there for an hour while drinking red wine. Mga 11'30, hinatid namin si Kuya Toscin pauwi. Joyride. Malayo, layo kasi sa bahay. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNE 9. Madami ulit akong naka-chat sa ym. :) Nag-swimming kami ni ate sa Germantown. Dapat sa outdoor pool kami magsswim. Nag-sunblock pa kami no. Sabay di pala open ung outdoor so nag-indoor pool nlang kami. Ang lalim. Sobra. Lubog na lubog ako. 9 feet ba naman. Tas lap lanes pa. So grabeng swimming un. Puro nga breast stroke ginawa ko e. Gusto ko matutunan and maperfect un stroke na un. Pero all in all.. masaya. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNE 10. Magkakabisita ulit kami ngayon. Friend ng dad ko nung high school pa sila. At dun sila matutulog sa master's bedroom. Gumudluck nlang sa kanila kasi maingay ako pag nasa kuwarto ko ako.. halos magkatapat pa naman un. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa aking mga batchmates/classmates sa AA.. Nakita ko ang post sa Yahoo Groups about sa goodand bad news for the schoolyear. Mas madami pa ang bad news kesa good ha. Mukhang.. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD :: Slight changes. Iilan lang naman ang maaalis sa section 5 dati e. And oo nga pala, ang dating section 5, section 3 na ngayon. Pero okay naman at least, most of the class are still together.&lt;br /&gt;:: Sa 13/14 na pasukan niyo. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAD :: Ang class adviser niyo ay si Ms. Jose? Nako. Goodluck. Algeb pa nga lang sa section 5 di na niya masyado ma-handle.. The whole batch pa kaya.&lt;br /&gt;:: CLE teacher niyo si Sir Ruel. Nako. Manginginig na naman ang mga tuhod niyo sa paghanda ng prayer, action song at realization niyo sa gospel sa bawat start ng class.&lt;br /&gt;:: Nalipat na ang section 5 sa section 3. Hindi na same classroom. :( Hindi niyo na katabi ung CAI room si Sister Iris.. Nakakamiss kaya siya..&lt;br /&gt;:: WALA ng 50 mins na Study Period na isespent after the whole day's class. Nako. Goodluck. Kung kelan mas kailangan dun pa nawala sa inyo e. :( Yung iba kasi, gumagala lang.. Diba? Diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Pasukan nio na sa Monday. Goodluck guys. :) Goodluck talaga. Pero teka. Ako din igoodluck niyo sa September ano. Haha. :)) Section 5.. Section ko un since first year. The coolest section ever. Kahit na magkaka-iba tayo. Sobra ung bond na nagawa nten no. Dahil sa mga plays and all. Sobrang close na nga natin sa isa't isa na parang wala ng group, group e. Kasi pwede kang sumama sa kahit kanino. Db? Tama si Gheghe. Kaya niyo un. No worries. :) HAKUNA MATATA! :) Love you section 5. Kayo na ang naging Life Partners ko sa high school life ko no. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate made me realize a lot of things tonight. She made me realize how blessed I am in my life. For being what I am now and for the fortune we had. For a lot of people, are dying and are in need of help because of poverty. Sad but true. :( She made me realize how good my parents are treating me even though lagi kong naiisip na I am so not worthy for them. Kasi parang laging for them bida sila ate and kuya. :( Then my dad told me how special I was for them. I was the reason why we are still together. I am the reason why things are getting pretty odd and good most of the times. She told me how unique and how my talents had molded me to what I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just sad for the fact na.. a lot of people aren't feeling or being treated the way I am treated. And it kills me now, that I kept on complaining with the way of life I am having and yet and i know, there are a great number of people out there who are less fortunate than me, who needs/deserve more attention and fortune. Too bad it was just now that I realized it. Ang hindi ko maintindihan.. Bakit pati mga pinsan ko nagseselos saken? Why do they think highly of me? Sila nga yung mga mas perfect yung buhay e. But they keep on insisting and saying that I am so far away better than they are.. But I don't see it. Kasi for me, pantay pantay naman kami e. Hello, magkakamag-anak kami no. Hindi malayo yung connections namin. And perhaps, maybe, mas maganda pa yung way of life nila saken. Hai. Ewan. I just don't get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero siguro nga.. ate and papa are right. I am more fortunate than a lot of people. And it's too bad hindi ko napapansin yun. Kasi mas nagcoconcentrate ako sa mga negative things na dumadating saken. But at least now I know. It's never too late to know.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-114994739767252236?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/114994739767252236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=114994739767252236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/114994739767252236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/114994739767252236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/06/june-7.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-114962438060236924</id><published>2006-06-06T15:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T21:01:21.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JUNE 4. Ate and I swam at Old Towne's public pool. It was a little deep and the color of the pool was blue green, I loved it. Plus the sun was out. So I have had tan lines. :) We were actually suppose to swim at the indoor pool but then it was a little bit far so we didn't bother to go to the outdoor pool which is nearer our place. So that's pretty much I did for that day. Oh and yeah, we heard mass at St. Elizabeth's at Rockville. We celebrated mass in a tent, it was cool. After mass, we ate dinner at IHOP. They've got delicious food and BIG servings just like in Heaven and Eggs. :) So that's what had happened for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and before I forgot, Rus called me up that night. We talked for an hour. And I told her about my case about school. And she said.. "Bat ganun?" Pero okay na rin naman na saken un e. I mean good thing na rin siguro un db. Tsaka nag-aargue pa kami about ung places namin sa movie house sa eastwood nung despidida night nia. Pero tama naman ako e. Db Cza? Two rows ung kinuha naten.. And sa harap na row tau umupo, Cza? Katabi pa nga kita pati si Marga e. Ayaw maniwala sken ni Rus. Haha. Db Cza kaya mo pa nga ko sinamahan sa harap kasi wala na kong space sa second row, naluluha na nga ko nun kasi ako lang ung walang space sa ating lahat. Si Rus kasi busy kay... Haha. Joke lang, Rus. :) Peace tau. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNE 5. Early that morning, we went to International Students Admissions Office (ISAO) I've had my skin test read. The result was negative, which is good. :) Now, I can enroll. The problem is.. what school though. I am still thinking actually. And I am considering bothe the good and bad sides of each school, not to worry about that. :D When we arrived home, ate and I actually did something like pretty much general cleaning of the house. As in from basement to the top floor and from the front yard, to the deck, to the garden and the rest of the back yard. I was sort of exausted after three hours of cleaning. We ate our lunch at 2pm. We were so hungry. After that, ate, mama and I went to Trader Joes &lt;em&gt;(It is a unique grocery store. Unique grocery store in a sense na lahat ng goods dun organic tas ung mga super healthy. Talking about my vegetarian sister. Haha. Never ata ako magiging ganun. Ang hirap) &lt;/em&gt;So there. When we arrived home, ate and mama both liked to take a walk. So we did. I was pushed to. &lt;em&gt;(I might add) &lt;/em&gt;I have to admit. I am a lazy bum. I won't do things unless I really like it, I have to do it and I am being pushed real hard to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking a few miles, we went home. As soon as we arrived home.. It's dinner time. We had the fetuccini pasta with pesto sauce with hawaiian baked potato chips in the side. Yummy. I was so full. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNE 6. I am sort of not feeling well, actually. I might have colds or something. All I did for today was to bum inside and out of the house. Talk about boredom. Sigh. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-114962438060236924?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/114962438060236924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=114962438060236924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/114962438060236924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/114962438060236924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/06/june-4.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-114938019091167558</id><published>2006-06-03T19:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T20:26:30.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night, I ate bacon for dinner because I wasn't really starving. The usual family dinner went on. We ate and while we were eating, we talked about different things. After dinner, my dad went out to smoke while mama, ate and I were still sitting in the dining room. When my dad went back inside, we were surprised because he had our next door neighbor in our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were dressed in our pambahay clothes, mejo nakakahiya but it was fine. Our neighbor's name is Ed. He is a Malaysian-Chinese guy. He was hot but he was old enough for me, of course. He is 23, you know. Haha. Way too old for me. But he was hot. A real hottie, two thumbs up. :) So there. We talked about a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the topics was my school. My mom said.. We were still deciding (&lt;em&gt;which is true. but it really depends on what I like. aha.) &lt;/em&gt;It was true though, but most likely I'll be in Quince Orchard. Which he said was good. And he gave me an advise.. "Don't befriend a lot of Asians beause it could be dangerouse for you." For he said, Asians here in east coast are mostly WILD. He even said.. "OH, SO SO WILD." &lt;em&gt;(with the NO-NO expression)&lt;/em&gt; So i got his point. And eventually, I would apply it. Then my dad interrupted.. He said I am worried about going to school &lt;em&gt;(which is also true. because I am different for them, got what I mean? how could a girl like me end up like this? I mean, having to adjust to a really new environment with the last years of high school. darn. too bad i didn't have a choice)&lt;/em&gt; But lucky me, I'll get to study here.. :) Which gave me some good points though. Haha. :D So anyway, there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Ed said.. "It's good though. You are different to them. Well, maybe not different.. You are exotic compared to them. That is more like it." Then he smiled at me. :) &lt;em&gt;(blush. haha)&lt;/em&gt; I am exotic. :) He said it himself. Haha. :)) That actually made me feel a lot better and made me look forward for school on september. :) I like it here. I am considered exotic. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-114938019091167558?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/114938019091167558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=114938019091167558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/114938019091167558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/114938019091167558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/06/last-night-i-ate-bacon-for-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-114927752219380338</id><published>2006-06-02T15:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T17:09:17.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MAY 31. At last. Netflix shipped our top two dvds which we ordered. Aha. I got the dvd of the movie of Ciara. It's called.. All you've got. I like the movie. Actually, ate and I were the only ones who watched it. Both of my parents waren't interested because they knew they wouldn't like it. Haha. The dialogue that is stuck in my head right now for it was really funny was the line of a guy and a girl who starred in the movie. Anyway the dialogue goes like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Hi girls.. Do you like to come to our gig tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: &lt;em&gt;(looking puzzled)&lt;/em&gt; Hi boys..&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Boys? We are not boys, mamasita.. We are men.. &lt;em&gt;(with the very funny look on earth)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl:&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Okay, Papito.. (&lt;em&gt;winked her eye at him)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. My sister and I were imitating them and we end up laughing so hard. :) But you know what? It is way better when you were the ones who watched it. Believe me. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNE 1. Woke up at 8'33am and guess what? My appointment for the interview at International Students Association Office(ISAO) is at 9am. We didn't make it on time. But they rescheduled my interview for 10'30am. So it was cool. 10'30am, the interview started. It went okay but the sad thing is that.. I still have to attend 3 more years before graduating high school. Why you might ask? Here.. you have to study 12yrs &lt;em&gt;(which starts in grade1)&lt;/em&gt; in order to graduate high school, in the Philippines, you only got 10yrs before you graduate high school. Well, 11 at the most.. including Assumption because of grade 7. Now, i only finished 9yrs all in all.. which left me 3 more years to take. Which hit me hard. real hard! :( I went to my mom and I was crying because I don't want to be in grade 10 this coming september, which is equivalent to yr2 in the Philippines. Ang sakit. Sobra. Parang lahat nung effort na ginawa ko for yr2 nawala with just a snap. :( Too bad for me. I'm behind my batch mates. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the only thing my mom said was.. it' s okay. at least you are not back in middle school. Sigh. So to cut the long story short, I took the test. And the result I had was.. A or excellent. And the assistant said.. I was real good. I could get accelerated to the higher level. Which is a good sign. :) Basta. Until now I can't help myself not to cry whenever I recall that I will be incoming grade10 only, which is the graduating class in the Philippines for the schools who only got 6 grades for grade school. Not the case for Assumption girls though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, we went to the park to run errands. I started gaining weight again. That's what I hate about states. So many food which makes you gain weight. So true. :D Because of that, ate and I are planning to take tennis lessons this summer. &lt;em&gt;Summer here started about a week ago. Sobrang init na ngayon. As in parang Pilipinas na init na or worse. Kasi 94 degrees ba naman. Wala pa sa gitna ng summer ha. Sabi nga nila mama.. sobrang humid daw ng summer dito. &lt;/em&gt;So there. Actually, I am thinking whether to take tennis lessons or softball lessons. I might study the different languages-Spanish, French and Chinese by July. I think so but maybe not. Well, it depends on me. So there. For today, before I forgot, I also did crazy actions at our basement. I did cartwheels, backward &amp;amp; forward rolls and a set of round offs. Kaya ko nagkapasa sa tuhod. I just started missing my gymnastics classes at ateneo way, way back grade school days. Haha. I wanted to try for gymnastics here. Maybe it's a little different and hard. So I want to learn. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNE 2. Ate and I went back to ISAO early this morning. We went there for my vaccination shots. Super daming tao. Different ethnicity pa. Some were chinese, hispanic, french and super small number of filipinos. I had 6 shots. 4 on my left arm, and 2 on my right arm. Medyo masakit siya sa totoo lang kasi biglaan ung pagtanggal niya sa skin ko, hindi dahan dahan. And it was really itchy and bleeding. I was giving different facial expressions to ate because it really did hurt. Tas meron pang part na nagkamali siya. Tsk tsk. The shots were so strong. Kasi I can still feel the pain right now and it's already 4'53 in the afternoon. It is SO itchy, I've got to say. Really itchy. Oh and yeah, since I took 6 shots all at the same time.. she said to me.. "You're very brave. Very brave enough that is now so ready for high school." I got it. I know high school here is a lot more difficult.. I have to adjust to all sorts of people and things are more complicated than grade school. I guess I am pretty much ready for that change. Well, I'm trying to prepare myself more or less. I still got 2 months and a half to prepare for the FIRST DAY OF MY HIGH SCHOOL here in states. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-114927752219380338?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/114927752219380338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=114927752219380338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/114927752219380338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/114927752219380338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/06/may-31.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-114900009905513186</id><published>2006-05-30T10:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T10:45:47.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MAY 28. we went to hear mass by 10'30am. after mass, we went back home to eat our lunch. later that afternoon, we attended the festival of montgomery county. there were a lot of rides and free stuff there. there was even a stall wherein they'll let you sign up for free and you'll get the chance to win a trip to florida and to six flags for free. of course, my mom and dad did. haha. there was also a concert there. it was fun thought it was a little crowded. we ate dinner out and after that, we headed back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY 29. i stayed inside the house the whole day long. sobrang boring. for dinner, we had a family friend come over our new house. and they were like.. woah. it's big and it's neat and sleek and nice. all of their comments were good. anyway, ate and i were the ones who cooked dinner. we served boneless bangus, arctic clam, mixed seafood soup and sisig. they liked it. :) i was the one who didn't really enjoyed it kasi halos lahat ng ulam, seafood. pero no choice ako e. so i ate sisig instead. after dinner, chika chika pa rin sila sa dining room. as for me, since wala akong ka-age dun.. i excused myself and went to the basement. life is simpler not to mention, cooler in our basement. all the good stuff are here.. the entertainment and the hammock in our back yard. sobra. ung basement ung pinakagusto kong floor sa buong house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by 11pm, our visitors left. then the phone rang, it was my aunt and catherine. my aunt talked to my mom first then catherine talked to me afterwards. catherine told me how much she misses me and my family and our house. and i was like.. we missed her too. then she told me that she can't help herself not to cry when she do my pose. and i was like.. huh? anong pose? then i remembered it and said.. ahh. kaya mo yan. balik ka nlang sa next vacation mo. hindi naman kami mawawala dito e. and you're always welcome. then she said.. sa bagay. then we talked for a little while more then she said they'll be watching a dvd so i said.. ok. goodbye. then my mom said.. love na love ka nung batang un. never ka na nawala sa kanya. and i was like.. yeah. miss ko na siya. and hopefully i would be able to see her again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY 30. i have nothing else to do today aside from watching tv. haha. brace myself. :)) oh. on thursday, i'll be having my interview at quince orchard. wish me luck. :) actually, i don't know what school i want. kasi my mom was pushing me the international school. which i also like kasi hello.. international school un! :) but it's going to be hard for me if i will study there. it's gonna be a long way for me.. since i have to learn AT LEAST, level 3 of french, spanish and chinese! whhhaaaaaaaaaaah! that's just way to hard for me. pero i like international school.. so maybe. just maybe for now, i might try studying the 3 languages at the same time. now that's tough! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-114900009905513186?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/114900009905513186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=114900009905513186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/114900009905513186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/114900009905513186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-28.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-114877590676476879</id><published>2006-05-27T20:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T15:06:37.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am still missing kuya right now. sobra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we didn't went out today. actually, ate and papa did pero di na ko sumama. un un. haha. most of the time all i did was to watch tv and to listen to my ipod. and the song that i kept playing is the song.. i'm falling in love by sam milby. call me jologs but i really like it because of the lyrics of the song. what can i say? i really like it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm falling in love by sam milby. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing more complicated than love&lt;br /&gt;denial is a game we should'nt play&lt;br /&gt;it's hard for me when i'm trying to forget&lt;br /&gt;is what we had something that i should regret&lt;br /&gt;feelings that won't just go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause im falling in love&lt;br /&gt;cause im falling in love ... with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;denial is a game we should'nt play&lt;br /&gt;accept the truth and hope the pain goes away&lt;br /&gt;i know this pain is so hard to bear&lt;br /&gt;but i can make it through... i know i can ...&lt;br /&gt;love makes me deny what i feel deep down inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm falling in love&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm falling in love&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm falling in love&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm falling in love&lt;br /&gt;....with you&lt;br /&gt;....with you&lt;br /&gt;....with you&lt;br /&gt;....with you. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-114877590676476879?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/114877590676476879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=114877590676476879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/114877590676476879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/114877590676476879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-still-missing-kuya-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-114868714364195214</id><published>2006-05-26T19:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T20:56:54.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/1600/march8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/320/march8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/1600/march15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/320/march15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/1600/march11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/320/march11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/1600/IMG_2214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/320/IMG_2214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/1600/IMG_2196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/320/IMG_2196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/1600/march6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/320/march6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/1600/march2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/320/march2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/1600/march1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/320/march1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those are some of the poses that i like. i love him so much. a lot a lot. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kuya's already back in the philippines. and even though it was just yesterday that we parted, it felt like a zillion days already. i love my kuya. pero i feel happy na rin for ate gis and caelum now that kuya is with them.. finally. hai. like kuya, i also love his son caelum. sobra. siya na ang pinaka papito na bata. aha. the term papito is within me again. haha. :)) ang gwapo niang bata. promise. san ka paaa? ang puti puti pa. they are the top three boys that i really love, which includes papa of course. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-114868714364195214?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/114868714364195214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11591878&amp;postID=114868714364195214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/114868714364195214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/114868714364195214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/05/those-are-some-of-poses-that-i-like.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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-11591878.post-114860529737185517</id><published>2006-05-25T20:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T22:36:11.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MAY 19. it was auntie lita's birthday. all we did was to go to washington dc and visit the museums and THE mall monument&lt;em&gt;(not the shopping mall)&lt;/em&gt;. those are the two spots where we concentrated. for our lunch, we went to pentagon city and ate there. after that, we went to the great falls &lt;em&gt;(the north virginia side) &lt;/em&gt;it was awesome. as in, wow talaga. for our dinner, we ate at a chinese buffet restaurant near our place. when we were back at our house, my dad opened the red wine and toasted it before we drank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY 20. tito joe, tita janet, janessa and two of my grandmothers arrived early morning. i have to wake up early because i was the one who was assigned to change the bed sheets for the different rooms. aha. good thing my mom taught me how to change the sheets the night before. we went to the great falls (&lt;em&gt;the maryland side) &lt;/em&gt;and we had picnic there for our lunch. after that, we went back home. that evening, other guests came into our house and we ate dinner altogether with buffet style. haha. &lt;em&gt;because all of us wouldn't fit at the dining table&lt;/em&gt;. we cheered and we watched movies and movies and movies until it was 2 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JB! :) sana bumait bait ka na. aha. joke lang. pero san umact as your age ka na. at wag ka ng tatawag sa bahay namin ng madaling araw at iiyak dahil sa mga problema mo ha. kasi wala ng sasagot sau. aha. nandito na ko sa states. aha. basta. icontinue mo lang ang pagiging mabaet at babaero mo. haha. :)) sana mahanap mo na ang totoong right girl for you. may god shower you with more blessings in the days and the years to come. :D email ka sken ha. friends for good. :) cool it now.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY 21. auntie lita, tito manny and catherine's flight to LA. as for us siblings, we went back to new york. this time together with our parents, tito joe, tita janet, janessa and my two grandmothers. believe me, we were all tired. and guess what? we only visited three places and yet we were so tired. freakin tired. all the way. we only went to the grand central, time square and the world trade center. &lt;em&gt;well, minus the twin towers. &lt;/em&gt;we arrived home at 12'30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY 22. we went to washington dc again by lunch time. and then we went to annapolis to tour them around. it was so nice. the bay and everything. and the BIG PLUS.. the united states naval academy was there. in filipino terms.. ANG DAMING GWAPO! &lt;em&gt;that is according to my sister. aha. pero totoo. siya nagsabi nun. &lt;/em&gt;and we ate at philips. the food was okay but the price was so extravagant. our bill went up, up to $206. sooo expensive. that night, all our relatives went back to LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY 23. bum around the house. este. bum around the basement. haha. buong araw nandito kami sa basement nila ate, kuya, kuya star at ako. nag-movie marathon kami at nagpadeliver kami ng pizza. :) that same night, we watched.. the da vinci code. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY 24. went to emitsburg for the grotto. afterwards, we went to philadelphia. we ate at fridays for lunch and after which, the shopping spree began. we bought a lot of stuff. super lots of new stuff. we also had our family pictures taken at picture people. the pictures were nice. :D perfect. so terrific. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY 25. flight ni kuya back to the philippines. we were all sad. :( matagal tagal bago ko ulit siya makikita. :(( late afternoon, we went to the public library to borrow books and some dvds. after which, we went to quince orchard high school and took a look at the school campus. it was big. REAL BIG. i might go and study there. if ever i study there.. it'll be my FIRST EVER school year to go in a school with boys. FOR REAL. eversince, exclusive for girls na ko. hmm.. which made me and idea. aha. i am being silly again. haha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::check MY MULTIPLY &lt;a href="http://princessisvintage.multiply.com"&gt;http://princessisvintage.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt; for the newest and latest pictures available. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-114860529737185517?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/114860529737185517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/114860529737185517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-19.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11591878.post-114800712641499129</id><published>2006-05-18T22:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T23:15:43.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ang hirap. sobra. almost every year, i come here at states. pero for the second time i think.. ngaun lang ulit ako na-jetlag. &lt;em&gt;tama ba spelling?&lt;/em&gt; anyway, un na nga. i've been having a hard time switching my morning to evening and vice versa. you see. we are in the east coast. the difference between the time here and in the philippines is exactly, 12 hours. meaning, pag umaga sa pinas.. gabi dito. so advanced ang date sa philippines ng half day, kesa sa time dito. ang hirap mag-adjust. pero since naka one week na ko dito. i was finally over that. buti naman. those were the sleepless nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here are the updates. &lt;em&gt;the days here are based here in states.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY 16, TUESDAY. we were off to new york. we left the house at 8am and we arrived in new jersey (&lt;em&gt;where we checked in)&lt;/em&gt; at 1pm. &lt;em&gt;ang galing nga e. kasi sa new jersey kami nag-check in ng hotel, tas mga 5mins drive lang, nasa new york ka na. coolness db? &lt;/em&gt;pagkadating namin, naglunch kami. tas balik sa hotel. we rested for a while. mga ilang hours after, we went to the jersey gardens. akala ko, garden as in garden na madaming flowers. un pala, gardens as in outlet mall. kakaiba talaga. sobrang laki ng outlet mall at SOBRANG MURA. i like it. :D tas one thing that's good in new jersey is that, wala silang tax sa mga binibili mong things sa mall, sa highways lang. kasi un ung state law nila. sila nga lang ung state na may ganung law e. galing. :D i was able to buy a cute skirt for only $4, sa forever 21 pa un ha. e kahit nga sa philippine standards, mura na un kasi may pagkamahal talaga sa forever 21. anyway, un. si kuya naman may nabiling shoes sa kenneth cole for $79. ang mura talaga. after shopping, we ate dinner. tas balik na sa hotel after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY 17, WEDNESDAY. we went to new york. we left the hotel at 8'30am. and we arrived at new york by 9'30am. naabutan kasi kami ng rush hour kaya after one hour na kami nakarating dahil traffic sa licoln tunnel. aiun. we went to time square, tas international center of photography then the fashion designing school, trinity church, st paul chapel, empire state building, broadway avenue then for the last stop, statue of liberty. picture, picture bawat stop. :D siyempre, turista e. haha. :)) nung gabi, bumalik kaming magkakapatid sa outlet mall. para sa mas matagal na pagtitingin ng mga shops na pwedeng bilhan ng kung ano ano. bumili si ate ng 2 pants. ako naman, jacket na beaded. tas ate and i also bought pumps. sa sobrang mura.. $50 lang ung dalawa. color black ung pumps ko na may onting design, kay ate naman.. white. nag-enjoy na naman ako sa pag shop as usual. after shopping, dinner at balik na agad sa hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY 18, THURSDAY. we went back to new york for the central park. madaming movies and stars na ginamit ung spot na un. &lt;em&gt;examples of the movies were maid in manhattan, home alone 2 or 3 and the one i truly love, serendipity. &lt;/em&gt;the spot which the movie maid in manhattan used there was the mall monument and the gigantic stones near the skating rink. for home alone, they used the hotel and the fountains. and of course, the skating rink for the movie serendipity. we took a lot of pictures there. a lot, a lot. :D by 11am, we went back to the hotel for the check-out. and we hit the road back to our house. the ride was again so long, but i really enjoyed the trip. sobra. all the hard work of planning and waking up so freakin early had paid off. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE NEW YORK. :) because we visited new york, i had found my passion for learning both fashion designing and photography. :D actually, i had already started the photography part but the sketching for fashion designing might take a little more time. di pa masyadong nagbubloom ung side na un e. haha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new york is just so wonderful as it is in pictures in our tv or movie screens. especially at night with all the bright lights and the very lively people around and of course, the surroundings. IT IS JUST AS NICE. believe me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-114800712641499129?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/114800712641499129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/114800712641499129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/05/ang-hirap.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11591878.post-114777811270552291</id><published>2006-05-16T07:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T07:15:12.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On blog leave.. OFF to NEW YORK! :D i'll be back for more updates to come. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-114777811270552291?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/114777811270552291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/114777811270552291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/05/on-blog-leave.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11591878.post-114745164835096095</id><published>2006-05-12T12:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T14:27:25.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UPDATES AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY 6. ate left for bicol. so automatically, hindi kami lalabas. so cha and i just bum around the house. haha. :)) nung evening, kinausap ko si ryan and jude sa phone. sinabe ko na sa kanila na sa states na ko mag-aaral. and they were both shocked at the same time, nanghihinayang. pero wala namang sayang dun db? kasi the friendship won't end naman. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY 7. watched aquamarine at mega. super daming tao. we also bought other stuff for pasalubong for our cousins both in states and europe. sobrang nakakapagod ung day na un kasi grabe libot kami ng libot. pero it all paid off naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY 8. our helper and i went to my dentist before lunch. for dinner, may dinner date thing kila sarah. birthday kasi ni tita vangie (mom ni sarah, we're not related by blood ha) so un. after lunch, i just stayed home until inutusan ako ni cha bumili ng something. tas nakita ko si dek, maki, glenda and aiko. niyaya kami ni aiko sa house nila to play playstation. may bago daw kasi silang cd. haha. :)) so dek, jul and i went naman. nandun din si maki. tas naglaro kami for some time. after ko maglaro, aiun na si maki sa patuloy tuloy na questons about andrew and i. and siyempre, sinasagot ko naman. nung gusto na namen umalis, ayaw na kami paalisin ni aiko. and besides, di kame pwedeng tumakas na umalis ni dek kasi nasa may sala nila ung dogs nila. yipes. takot pa naman kami ni dek sa dogs. haha. :)) so un. nagstay nlang kami dun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after some time, nabore na talaga kami ni dek sa room ni aix, so nagdecide si dek na maglakas loob harapin ung mga dogs. so ako nasa stairs pa rin. tas na-over hear ko sila na may secret sila. tas parang sumama loob ko kay aix pati kay dek kasi nga may  secret sila na kahit ilang beses kong tanungin, talagang hindi nila ko sinasagot. after a few minutes, tinawag na nila ko para bumaba. so bumaba na ko. tas dun na nila ko blinindfold. nung una, auko talaga. kasi nga may dogs sila. so pumayag ako na iblindfold nila ako pero dapat sa may gate nila. kasi takot talaga ko sa aso nila. actually kahit anong aso, kahit puppy pa. haha. :)) so un. hindi lang pala ako ung blinindfold. pati si dek, naka-blindfold din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagkalabas ko sa gate nila, ung kapatid ni aiko na guy, pinagkukukurot ung legs namin ni dek. niloloko kami na siya daw ung dog tas kinakagat na kami. tas tili kami ng tili ni dek. sobra. kasi ng ayaw namin sa mga dogs. haha. :)) kung vinideo lang.. nako. ano kaya itsura namin ni dek. haha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so un. ilang hakbang ung tinake namin. tas biglang.. SURPRISE! tinanggal ang blindfold. omg. grabe. ang ganda. ang galing. merong mga posters, decorations at mga pagkain sa gitna. grabe talaga. hindi namin inexpect ni dek. sobra. ang galing lang talaga. anyway, nang mga oras na iyon.. gutom na kami ni dek. pero ang mga nagplano, mukhang ayaw pa kami pakainin. pinagawa pa kami ng ala amazing race ano. paikot ikot at pabalik balik kami ni dek sa kakahanap ng clues. habang sila, papicture, picture nlang sa gitna namen. haha. :)) o un. ang pinaka-mahirap na tasks ay ang last three clues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANG THIRD TO THE LAST CLUE&gt;&gt;&gt; sobra. hanapin ang next clue sa paligid ng aso nila aiko. shiyet. alam nio ba kung nasan ung clue? nasa lalagyan ng pagkain ng aso nila aiko na nakatabi sa dog mismo. sobra talaga. pina-ubaya ko na kay dek ang pagkuha. haha. :)) kasi di ko talaga kaya. nung nakuha na ni dek, tinapn niya saken at ako ang nagbasa ng next clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANG SECOND TO THE LAST CLUE&gt;&gt;&gt; kelangan naming hanapin ang key namakakapag-open ng isang bagay kung nasaan ang mga gifts namen. hahanapin namin ang key sa isang palanggana na punong puno ng tubig na merong flour at hilaw na itlog. at eto pa, naka-blindfold kami. at kelangan naming hanapin un sa pamamagitan ng mouth namen. grabe talaga. ako ung una. kasi.. hello? di naman kami pwedeng sabay db? haha. :)) so un. grabe. babad na babad ang mukha ko sa palanggana na iyon. haha. pero hindi ako successful. si dek na. pagkatapos ng ilang minutes, na nakababad ang mukha ni dek, nakita na rin nia sa wakas ang key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANG LAST CLUE&gt;&gt;&gt; kelangan naming hanapin ung car na ma-oopen ng key na un para sa gifts namen. this time. ako naman ung gumawa. mejo lang. madaming cars ung nakapaligid dun db? so mejo hirap din kung iisa isahin ko. so ang ginawa ko, tinignan ko ung keychain.. honda. so pumunta ako sa honda. sa car nila ariane. ayaw. tinignan ko ung key.. mitsubishi. sa ca nila aiko. AYUN! nandun ung mga gifts. pero naka-box pa rin siya so hindi pa rin namin kita. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after ng challenge, kumain na kami. gutom na gutom na talaga kami e. sobra. ang sarap ng mga pagkain. pero mas naging masarap un nung nalaman namin, na sila mismo ng nagprepare. hindi ng kung sino lang. e sila pa naman ung mukhang hindi marunong magluto. haha. :)) joke. pero ngaun niprove na nila saken, na kaya nila. na magaling sila. after kumain, picture picture. at ang mga gifts binuksan na. :) after nun, umuwi na si dek. tas sila ariane, aiko at sarah, pumunta naman sa house namin. mga 11'30, nagsiuwian na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabe. sobrang laking THANK YOU ulit aiko, ariane at sarah sa surprise party namin ni dek. sobrang galing talaga. wala man lang kaming kamalay malay sa plano nio. :) hai nako. mahal ko talaga kau. grabe, 13-14 years na taung friends. :D i love you talaga. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY 9. my last day. i woke up so late. tas lazy pa ko magpack kahit madami ng nangungulit saken. :)) mga 6pm, pumunta kaming greenhills to visit caelum and ate gis. after nun, mga 8'30pm, punta kaming eastwood to eat dinner at the superbowl of china. last dinner ko na un. :( and guess what? nakita pa namin ni cha si jb dun. ung ex-housemate ng pbb nung first edition, un. si cha unang nakakita. parang si andrew un e. ang bilis ng mata pag mga models/artists ung nakikita. haha. :)) joke, andrew. pero totoo naman db? :D haha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, umuwi na kami. para sa pagpapack. grabe. ang tagal ko natapos. haha. :)) after nun, ym na. pero wala naman akong kachat si karla lang for a while, tas si paul na ang nickname ay ed na sinasabe niang kilala ko siya at may utang pa daw akong labas sa kanya, at si paul na kilala ko talaga na mejo matagal tagal na, na hindi ko pa nakikita. un. silang tatlo ung mga kachat ko nun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY 10. mga 1am, katext ko na rin si andrew hanggang umalis ako nung mga 3'45 ata. si paul rin katext ko nung mga time na un. grabe. silang dalawa ung mga last na nakatext ko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5'10, nakapila na kami sa napakahabang pila for check-in. grabe talaga. mga 6, nandun na kami sa gate, naghihintay for boarding. i was conditioning myself NOT to cry. kasi auko talaga. alam ko mahirap kasi nga madami akong maiiwan pero mejo good na rin at least, i'll be starting a VERY NEW beginning. :D and besides, makikita ko pa rin naman ung mga taong naiwan ko e. and it's not really, naiwanan kasi hindi ko sila iniwan. gets? :D haha. :)) basta un. i'm just glad i met all those people i've met. sobra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa plane, i can't seem to forget about the good and bad times i've had with my friends and with my relatives and to those other special people who are dear to me. and naiiyak ako but still, luha lang un. hindi ako umiyak. promise ko un kay andrew e. ayaw daw niya kasi na umiiyak ako. so pinilit ko talaga na hindi ako umiyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY 11. 8'20am sa philippines, dumating na kami dito sa states. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY 12. late na kami nagising. after lunch, we went to the furniture store to see some furnitures for the new house. nakausap ko na rin si rus that night. mga 1hr kami nag-usap. namiss ko siya kausap. grabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third day ko plang dito and yet ang dami kong ng namimiss. sobra talaga. next time ko na iisa isahin. pano pa kaya ang 5yrs?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-114745164835096095?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/114745164835096095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/114745164835096095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com/2006/05/updates-again.html' title=''/><author><name>wissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11936882255337109005</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11591878.post-114682881957261943</id><published>2006-05-05T06:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T07:33:39.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Updates, updates, updates. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APRIL 27. watched silent hill. it was nice. real nice. medyo morbid nga lang. after watching silent hill, i went to eastwood. dun na kami nagkita kita ng mga friends ko and si ate for the despidida. ayoko kasi na isa lang ung despidida party ko kasi iba't ibang set of friends un and relatives so mahirap. kaya un. we ate jacks loft. ang onti namin. sobra. as in more than half hindi nakapunta. :( pero it was still fun. at sobrang busog na busog kami. haha. :)) ate was there to take our pictures and to pay the bill na rin. haha. :)) oo. maporma si ate. sooobra. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APRIL 28. we checked in at hotel philippine plaza. before, westin siya. anyway, we checked in there for ate's grad the next day. para hindi kami ma-late. sobrang aga naman kasi. 8am. so un. inisip nila na mas okay nga na mag-check in since katapat lang un ng picc. badtrip. nagkasipon pa ko so hindi rin ako masyado nakatulog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APRIL 29. woke up at 5'45 am. we took turns in the bathroom and we dressed into our clothes. at 6'30 am, we ate our breakfast. yummy, yummy breakfast. buffet. haha. :)) daming choices. ailuvet! :D   anyway, at 7'30am, we started walking papunta sa picc. para dun sa assembly are nila ate. then kuya and i were the ones who sat on the parent's area. parent na pala kami. nyay. haha. :)) ang lamig, lamig sa loob. sobra. tas si kuya, inaasar asar pa ko. ang dami ko ngang stolen shots kay kuya na sumisinga e. haha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the grad ceremony, picture picture kami sa picc. :D  there are tons of pictures. haha.  :))  we ate lunch at  the hotel then after that, uwi na. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APRIL 30. went to hidden valley springs in sto. domingo, laguna. sobrang ganda ng place. the entrance fee, 1800 was kind of expensive but it was fine and definitely it was worth it once you got inside. madaming pools.. there was the lover's pool, soda pool, warm pool and there are others. tas ung hidden falls. ang cool. it was so nice. the surroundings were great. daming trees and it was so peaceful. sobra. i really loved the place! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY 1. ate and i went to tiendesitas to buy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY 2. went to gateway and shang with friends. i was with aiko and his boyfriend, alvin; sarah with his soon to be boyfriend, jr; ariane and i with our date, dek. etchos! :D haha. :)) we went to gateway for the studio picture. tas shang after to watch a movie. we watched one missed call. it was so corny. napaka. haha. :)) we went home by 6pm. kasi may appointment pa ko sa dentist. un. sobrang fun nung gimik namin. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY 3. my cousin janessa's birthday. :) happy, happy birthday! :D and oo nga pala. may miracle na nangyari. we became friends again after a very, very long time. :) yup, friend na ulit kame. it's time to leave the past behind. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY 4. ate and i went to malate to get my travel permit at dswd. sobrang bilis lang. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY 5. ate and i went to tiendesitas again to buy stuff for my room. saya, saya. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-114682881957261943?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/320/DSC08670.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/1600/DSC08671.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/320/DSC08671.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/1600/DSC08672.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2777/947/320/DSC08672.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw these pictures at ate's imac as i was browsing ate's pictures. haha. kaya aiun. nisave ko na rin sa comp. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to chicklets. sorry talaga kung biglaang na-change ung plans at na-move mamaya ha. kahapon ko lang rin kasi nalaman na di pala ko pwede ng friday kasi nga, check-in daw kami sa hotel. so un. sorry talaga. and for those people that won't be able to go later, sana makapunta kayo sa house ng lolo ni isay by next week. kasi aalis na ko the week after next. and it is really important for me to see you guys before i leave. kasi medyo after a hundred years ko na ata ulit kayo makikita. haha. :)) so un. miss ko na kaung lahat. sobra. love you girls. sobra din. :) excited na ko later. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11591878-114610018528893165?l=vintage-slash-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/114610018528893165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11591878/posts/default/114610018528893165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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