<?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-8398250</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:40:28.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.tIpPi.</title><subtitle type='html'>tippi (n): is of the female human species; is addicted to rollercoasters, and absolutely adores the color orange [and Brent Javier ;p]</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398250.post-115642964356916682</id><published>2006-08-24T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T22:27:23.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Jem!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JmYU4CeuZQ0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JmYU4CeuZQ0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome! Classic, haha I used to luuurrrvvv this show, hahah! ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-115642964356916682?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115642964356916682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=115642964356916682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/115642964356916682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/115642964356916682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2006/08/jem-awesome-classic-haha-i-used-to.html' title=''/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-115614253463833955</id><published>2006-08-21T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T14:42:14.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;L&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;g&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunts and uncles never gave me Lego sets as a kid. They gave them all to my brothers, saying they're just for boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would always get excited when my brothers had new Lego sets. And I would always get in trouble for it &lt;em&gt;kasi lagi ko sila inuunahan sa pagbuibuild ng bagong&lt;/em&gt; Lego empire. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually they started to see how I liked building my own sets and my parents gave me one. It was the girly version, but what the heck, it was still Lego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is, of course, nonsense. I just wanted to share with you my love for Lego. Since they've become too expensive for me to buy (because my budget gets consumed mainly for surprise! food), I will just say this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, I will raid the Toys R Us store in New York, and buy all the Lego in that toy wonderland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you, bow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a dork.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-115614253463833955?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115614253463833955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=115614253463833955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/115614253463833955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/115614253463833955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2006/08/lego-my-aunts-and-uncles-never-gave-me.html' title=''/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-115444324030978282</id><published>2006-08-01T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T22:40:40.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I wish...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish it were like before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy days in my lazy jeans. &lt;br /&gt;Spontaneous road trips (okay, maybe just short ones) with the craziest people I know. &lt;br /&gt;Ice cream in the middle of 'Siberia'. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I wish life were as easy breezy, every hour that passes, every day that goes by will not be a moonlit barefoot walk along the powder shores each time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's why they call it wishful thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress is getting the best of me and of course, I'm not liking it. My insecurities are rearing their ugly heads and I'm not functioning to the best of my abilities. Worst part is, my brain has hit a dead end. Maybe I should just give-up, and just drop the subject. But every ounce of my conscience is telling me NOT!!! to. Yes, with capital letters and three exclamation points. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a major boost. One big huge boost. Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til here, as always... Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-115444324030978282?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115444324030978282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=115444324030978282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/115444324030978282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/115444324030978282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-115375641526300743</id><published>2006-07-24T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T23:53:35.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/331/443/1600/Tippi%27s%20power2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/331/443/320/Tippi%27s%20power2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I have superpowers! Photo courtesy of Bobby :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-115375641526300743?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115375641526300743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=115375641526300743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/115375641526300743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/115375641526300743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-have-superpowers-photo-courtesy-of.html' title=''/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-115331970263752244</id><published>2006-07-19T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T22:35:02.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/331/443/1600/tippi_bob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/331/443/320/tippi_bob.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Bobby's tiny head and my seemingly thinner siopao of a head during my UA&amp;P visit last saturday :D &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that visit was fun, except, you know, it wasn't all that good because of my very not needed dilemma.  Hehe ;p  And good news, I'm pretty much less stressful right now.  I submitted two of my research proposals yesterday and it has taken away &lt;b&gt;so much&lt;/b&gt; weight off my shoulders.  Phew!  Now, no one need distance themselves from me because Paranoia is currently on vacation.  All pretty and happy again, haha!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we (meaning me, my mom, brothers 1 and 2) passed by Shopwise Cubao yesterday to buy Zagu.  What for?  Not because we were craving for it, but because dearest brother no. 1 needed the big straws for his project.  Okay lang, I went around the clothing section and still found the minidresses (?) Cheena and I have been delaying to buy since summer.  They're still there! In all they're long colorful stripy wonder.... *drool* I wanna buy them na!!!  Good thing my blockmates and I are passing by Gateway on friday.  Weee! :D  If anyone is willing to treat me, that would awesome, too... ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Singit&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I just wanna say that Jessica Simpson's new song "Public Affair" sounds like an anime theme song.  Haha, nonsense.  La lang, just a thought. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;End of Singit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;On transferring to the Ateneo...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im in Ateneo.  Wow.  Has it sunk in yet?  Um, I dunno, I guess still not very much.  But so far, despite my slow death in EN12, I'm lovin' it.  Yes, like Jasmine Trias with McDo.  Horrid image but, if it wasn't for Jasmine Trias, there wouldn't be her version of "Lose Control".  And without her version of "Lose Control," we would not have had a song to use for last May's opening number production.  So, thank you Ms. Jasmine Trias, you *yikes!* saved our working asses.  Anyway, yes, I'm officially almost six weeks into being an Atenean, and it feels good. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the perks are great, too. May discount sa Moro gym! Haha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last thing...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now you guys missed me... hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Namamaalam at nagmamahal&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Ate Charo este! Tippi (I'm &lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt; corny! Hay... don't you just love it?! ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-115331970263752244?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115331970263752244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=115331970263752244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/115331970263752244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/115331970263752244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2006/07/bobbys-tiny-head-and-my-seemingly.html' title=''/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-115314081742227794</id><published>2006-07-17T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T20:53:37.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Paranoia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a sick bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past few days, I have been paranoid (&lt;em&gt;note: this might even be an understatement&lt;/em&gt;) about the topics I need to present for my argumentative paper. To make the long story short, a number of my topics have been, sadly, rejected. Quite frankly, I feel &lt;u&gt;stupid&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;frustrated&lt;/u&gt; that I can't think of any feasable and &lt;u&gt;approvable&lt;/u&gt; topic &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; that I can't make a proper thesis statement. Sure, I can think of a dozen topics that I'd want to write about, but none of them can be considered for my argumentative paper. Is it my fault that I am not as politically inclined as I should be, seeing that most argumentative topics come from that area (politics)? Is it my fault that I am (if I may) stupid and overly frustrated?? My parents are saying that I'm just getting ahead of myself, that I'm being too pessimistic. My friends believe that I can do it and also say that I'm being &lt;strong&gt;too&lt;/strong&gt; paranoid. One of them even sermoned me about it, basically saying that if I think that I can't think of any topic, I sure as hell won't be able to think of one. And I believe them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it! Why does my being such a perfectionist come at the wrong time??? I'm getting too pessimistic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap... wish me luck... better yet, pray for me... thanks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: I just wanted to get this out, it's been bothering me for some time now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-115314081742227794?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/115314081742227794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=115314081742227794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/115314081742227794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/115314081742227794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2006/07/paranoia-its-sick-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-114354323880415870</id><published>2006-03-28T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T19:10:32.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;d&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;m&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;!&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freshman year is finally over! It was one heck of a ride and I loved it. See? It doesn't hurt to be obsessed with rollercoasters. ;D Life is one huge rollercoaster so all the more fun for me, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first year as a... come to think of it? How &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;you call us? Lasallians/Lasallites for those from DLSU, Ateneans for those from ADMU, but what do you call us, those from UAP? Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway (again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first year in UAP was a ton of things. There were tears, there were laughs, there was anger, there was happiness. But like I said, it was one heck of a ride, and I wouldn't trade the experience for anythingelse. Well, except for the gaining 5 lbs part, now that I would gladly trade for something way better like, oh I don't know... like losing 5 lbs. ;p Its all good though, all good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Thinking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;T&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ my high school finally has a website! woohoo! hahaha one more big step for them, congrats! nothing special in the webby yet, but you can visit it &lt;a href="http://www.sjcs.edu.ph/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ i got my a haircut na. :) nothing wild or spontaneous, just the usual layered style, except it looks way better when its blowdried. anyhoo, i like pa rin. &lt;strong&gt;next:&lt;/strong&gt; dye my hair red, haha ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ i'm supposed to fixing my room right now, but, hehe here I am :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I went to the gym last saturday. Great feeling after. :) Although I still prefer dancing than just running on the tread. Hay... must! lose! weight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ My tummy feels crummy... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I'm off to China in two days! Waaaaa!!! excited or anxious? hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;can't blab any longer, til next time... ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-114354323880415870?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114354323880415870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=114354323880415870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/114354323880415870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/114354323880415870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2006/03/freedom-freshman-year-is-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-114317624288577420</id><published>2006-03-24T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T12:57:22.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Countdown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the end of second sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the end of first year college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few more hours and its all finished!!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things to Do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;gym in the morning...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;new haircut!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;facial.... weeee :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;parttttehy??? hmmm... must look for new outfit... hahaha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-114317624288577420?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114317624288577420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=114317624288577420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/114317624288577420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/114317624288577420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2006/03/countdown-to-end-of-second-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-114269115340558947</id><published>2006-03-18T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T22:12:33.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its funny how some people just know what they want to be and who they are as a person (even at such a young age), while others don't. Like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But slowly, I'm discovering who I am. Not as fast as others, but still discovering. And I'm liking it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-114269115340558947?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114269115340558947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=114269115340558947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/114269115340558947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/114269115340558947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-funny-how-some-people-just-know.html' title=''/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-114122404373635117</id><published>2006-03-01T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T23:08:55.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Lovin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the first day of summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it rains...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ironic, hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March&lt;/strong&gt; is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Women's&lt;/span&gt; Month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break loose&lt;br /&gt;Break free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great to be a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Woman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/331/443/1600/02-24-06%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" height="179" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/331/443/200/02-24-06%20004.jpg" width="133" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&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;&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;Smiling Inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished editing our civ102 project (in Photoshop, yey! hehe) early this morning and i passed by school to have it printed. Tish and Nessy came along, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while waiting for our turn, the customer before us started to make smalltalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;guy&lt;/em&gt;: Sino nag-edit niyan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tish&lt;/em&gt;: Siya po. (pointing at me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;guy&lt;/em&gt;: Galing ah! Parang professional yung gumawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;: :) Thank you po... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy moment :D hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that people appreciate my work. It always brightens up my day. I, myself, don't think that I'm worthy of any trophy for my work. I try not to get my hopes too high. hehe ;p But I am proud and feel very accomplished when i see them all nice and dandy. And hearing that a beginner like me, with no training whatsoever, can be really good at something i &lt;strong&gt;LOVE &lt;/strong&gt;doing is just... &lt;strong&gt;awesome&lt;/strong&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple lang talaga yung ginawa ko, but if you guys wanna see them, I'm proudly showing them off &lt;a href="http://sytippi.multiply.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Comment okay? They're very much welcomed! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-114122404373635117?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114122404373635117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=114122404373635117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/114122404373635117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/114122404373635117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2006/03/summer-lovin-its-first-day-of-summer.html' title=''/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-114075983761932972</id><published>2006-02-24T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T13:46:42.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S.O.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovin' this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v9dY0ArQHF8" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*swoon* *sigh* *swoon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/331/443/1600/elliott.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/331/443/200/elliott.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elliot Yamin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"with you on my mind, you got me losin' it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still not over his performance in AI last night... hay... :) hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, yeah... he's not the hottest guy around, but ima say it again: &lt;em&gt;*swoon* *sigh* *swoon*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-114075983761932972?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114075983761932972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=114075983761932972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/114075983761932972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/114075983761932972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2006/02/s.html' title=''/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-114053264015603963</id><published>2006-02-21T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T22:37:20.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our neighbor's doing karaoke. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK.&lt;/strong&gt;&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;&lt;em&gt;In other news...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to have lost the urge to study. Uh oh...not good. hehe Di bale, this is just a phase (a very undesirable one at that). I think it's cause I've been wanting to sketch really bad, but I can't cause it's either I don't have any time to or just plain tired when I get home. Yeah, I'd better scratch my itch soon, or else. Oh and someone, anyone... please pressure me. I need it really bad. It's a thing I have, and it's probably why my brain works when I cram... hahaha (Okay kids, if you're reading this, don't follow ate Steph. What ate Steph is doing is &lt;strong&gt;bad&lt;/strong&gt;. Never ever cram.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo... will be catchin' some Zs now. Or at least try to, neigbor's really bad. Oh wait, bad may even be an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/331/443/1600/Image106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/331/443/200/Image106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace ya'll!!! mwah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-114053264015603963?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/114053264015603963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=114053264015603963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/114053264015603963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/114053264015603963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2006/02/our-neighbors-doing-karaoke.html' title=''/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-113983835046568375</id><published>2006-02-13T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T21:45:51.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random Thoughts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;First and foremost, this is not an entry about Banks being "hot", but this is something happy and light. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I want a new phone (specifically a Nokia 7370). But I'm dead broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I loved Kanye West and Jamie Foxx's Goldigger performance during the Grammy's!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My brother finally has a date for his prom. Awww, &lt;em&gt;ang&lt;/em&gt; cute!!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My dad got me &lt;em&gt;Memoirs of a Geisha&lt;/em&gt;. Yey! New book! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yes, I am a self-confessed nerd. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It's a bum week. All my classes will start in the afternoon this week, except for thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Finally, some rest. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And last, but not the least, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;na bukas&lt;/em&gt;. Make someone &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love ya'll!!! One big kiss to all of you!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-113983835046568375?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/113983835046568375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=113983835046568375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113983835046568375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113983835046568375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2006/02/random-thoughts-first-and-foremost.html' title=''/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-113915821767434820</id><published>2006-02-06T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T00:50:17.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Glass of Spilled Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A Glass of Spilled Thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been such an emotional wreck this past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nakakapanibago&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably because, for awhile now, my life has been a more or less steady ride. And by steady I mean nothing new, or exciting, or front-page-worthy has happened to me for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain has been on playback for the past week. Memories, experiences, events have been pulling strings, triggering emotions that are, frankly speaking, undesirable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is heavy. I feel like such a failure. A failure in so many ways. As a person, as a friend, as a daughter, as a sister, as a student. Though there will always be kind words of encouragement and support (that are really appreciated), I just feel like it'll take more than those things to pull me back up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I find it so stupid that I feel this way. (&lt;em&gt;Ang&lt;/em&gt; loser &lt;em&gt;ko&lt;/em&gt;... hehe) I know it's wrong, but I can't stop it. Is it because I don't want to stop it? Or don't know how to stop it? I need a wake-up a call, a slap in the face. I feel lost and can't find my way back. I think I need some soul searching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-113915821767434820?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/113915821767434820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=113915821767434820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113915821767434820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113915821767434820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2006/02/glass-of-spilled-thoughts.html' title='A Glass of Spilled Thoughts'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-113876174694157294</id><published>2006-02-01T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T10:42:26.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Told You So</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Told You So&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/331/443/1600/baby_1st%20kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/331/443/320/baby_1st%20kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha, eyes closed&lt;em&gt; pa talaga&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's my dear Lola behind me, and that's his mom behind him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Grown-ups and their twisted minds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-113876174694157294?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/113876174694157294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=113876174694157294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113876174694157294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113876174694157294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-told-you-so.html' title='I Told You So'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-113872420240607761</id><published>2006-01-31T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T10:45:57.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 31, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 31, 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;otherwise known as&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;another day in the unfortunately boring life of Estepanya (uh, yeah, that's me)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The title is such for lack of a better, more apt name for this entry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty much OK. A few new things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Change in room assignment for our PhilSoc class.&lt;br /&gt;2. Watched a ROC play for the first time. It was entitled Pula.&lt;br /&gt;3. Ate dinner with Pat and the rest of Block B at the tents.&lt;br /&gt;4. Saw, um, what's-his-name. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apologies for the apparent waste of space, but boredom... yeah... boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post "first kiss" pic soon. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Tiff for the compliments, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Erv for the cyber hug, haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-113872420240607761?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/113872420240607761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=113872420240607761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113872420240607761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113872420240607761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2006/01/january-31-2006.html' title='January 31, 2006'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-113837336798995369</id><published>2006-01-27T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T23:07:16.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Get Sentimental</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's Get Sentimental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, being the responsible (go ahead, laugh) daughter that I am, I taped my mom's daily dose of telenovelas and found myself watching Only You. Its one of those lovey-dovey Chinovelas that Filipinos (namely my mom, haha, i'm so not going to get shopping money for this ;p) just can't get enough of. Call me &lt;em&gt;baduy&lt;/em&gt;, but it wasn't so bad. I kinda liked it, haha. But it seems that I was not spared from Sentimentality's filthy clutches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the type of person that constantly searches for that one person who will make me all giddy like a little girl. It's not a big deal for me, and i just patiently wait. :) I don't even have a crush right now. Oh, don't get me wrong. I definitely have some boys on my list that i can proudly say to my friends that yeah, he's cute, haha. But a crush for me is whole different thing. (And a whole other blog entry, so getting back... ) Sometimes though, when life suddenly bombards you with signs of this thing called love, it's not that hard for it to become the only thing you think about for the rest of the day or dreadfully, days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life&lt;em&gt; can &lt;/em&gt;be cruel. I have tons of guys friends who I'm very close to, but I've been single eversince I could remember. My first kiss? I don't even remember it. Thanks (?!) to cameras though, I will forever have that memory on paper. And can I even say that it was legit? haha! I'd like to say no. ;p It was in front of tons of people and we were forced I tell ya, forced. At the age of 3, if I may add.(My mom says he's grown into a very handsome young man though, hmmm...) So on days when my brain decides to fill itself with a mix of these memories, lines from novels I've read and scenes from movies I've watched, I start to question why. Oh lucky me, one of those days just happens to be today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why, oh why, oh why? Why??? Is there something wrong with me? Do I, dare say, scare them away? What? What's wrong??? I know I'm not ugly, I'm a beautiful person despite my imperfections. Yes, Bettina and Becky included. So, why? Why is fate taking so much time before letting me meet&lt;strong&gt; him&lt;/strong&gt;? Is fate on a freakin' good vacation??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs from the radio aren't helping a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so sick of love songs, so tired of tears.&lt;br /&gt;So done with wishing you were still here.&lt;br /&gt;Said I'm so sick of love songs, so sad and slow.&lt;br /&gt;So why can't I turn off the radio?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, I need a hug. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, being senti is hard. Damn you Chinovelas!!! hahaha, hay... I guess I'd better occupy myself with something other than these &lt;em&gt;kilig&lt;/em&gt;-inducing hulabaloo. Great! Sleep would be perfect then! haha ;p Well, i think that's enough venting for tonight. So wherever you may be, whoever you are, goodnight... ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Goodnight, goodnight. Parting is such sweet sorrow."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-113837336798995369?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/113837336798995369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=113837336798995369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113837336798995369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113837336798995369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2006/01/lets-get-sentimental.html' title='Let&apos;s Get Sentimental'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-113793073028428648</id><published>2006-01-22T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T20:49:11.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Bliss!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh, Bliss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from food and shoes, one of the best ways to get to this girl's heart is to bring her to the only place where you'll find her smiling the biggest smile she's ever smiled (ha, now that was a mouthful... ;p) -- theme parks. Yes, ladies and gents. I became the happiest (and semi-most terrified) girl in the world last friday during my block's &lt;em&gt;lakwatsa&lt;/em&gt; @ the infamous Eurostar Carnival at The Fort. The 400 bucks i spent for the ride-all-you-can ticket was damn well worth it! :D Most of my blockmates that came along were all so game, it became even more fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having a very delicious and filling dinner at Pizza Hut, we went straight to Eurostar and met-up with Schoof there. And in the words of &lt;a href="http://ala-ism.pansitan.net/"&gt;Ms. Ala Paredes,&lt;/a&gt; "All the rides are terrifying and merciless, yes, even the ferris wheel." Like i've said, i was the happiest girl in the world when we were there but damn, that ferris wheel freaked the hell out of me. Please refer to &lt;a href="http://bobbybob.multiply.com/"&gt;Bobby's multiply&lt;/a&gt; for &lt;em&gt;Tippi freaking out&lt;/em&gt; captured on video and more pics. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/331/443/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/331/443/200/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;as Bobby put it, "Tippi's worst nightmare"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go again! :D But the next time I do, no more ferris wheel for me. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/331/443/1600/1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/331/443/200/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Ateneo Management Association&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in cooperation with &lt;b&gt;Skechers&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Skechers Time&lt;/b&gt; presents&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;NOCOO: Night of Culture &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/331/443/1600/htmlapples02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/331/443/320/htmlapples02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Featuring the designs of:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Joey Samson, Mitzi Quilendrino, Yvonne Quisumbing-Romulo, Jun Escario, Ivarluski Aseron, Reian Mata, Kat Sy, Kat Yeung and La Salle College International&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLUS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;The Entrepreneurial Challenge Fashion ShowcaseDLSU Company of Dancers &amp; the Company of Ateneo DancersDJ Paolo Toledo, DJ Ave Cruz &amp;amp; DJ Benjo Marquez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;hosted by&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;JC Cuadrado&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Patty Laurel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wicked and heavenly-- one decadent party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday, January 28, 8PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rockwell Tent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;right beside the PowerPlant Mall near Dencio's and Cibo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Free&lt;/strong&gt; entrance, &lt;b&gt;free&lt;/b&gt; drinks.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/pzykie/eden02.htm"&gt;See you in paradise.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Anyone want to come with me??? :D &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Come on people! One more time:&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; entrance, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;drinks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-113793073028428648?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/113793073028428648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=113793073028428648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113793073028428648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113793073028428648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2006/01/oh-bliss.html' title='Oh, Bliss!'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-113768907705393778</id><published>2006-01-20T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T00:44:37.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>new kickass template! lovin it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thank you, bow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-113768907705393778?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/113768907705393778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=113768907705393778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113768907705393778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113768907705393778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2006/01/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-113689697043122729</id><published>2006-01-10T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T20:42:50.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Again</title><content type='html'>to my old template! yup... just changed it back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink... what was I thinkin'?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-113689697043122729?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/113689697043122729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=113689697043122729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113689697043122729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113689697043122729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2006/01/hello-again.html' title='Hello Again'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398250.post-113685973507550031</id><published>2006-01-10T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T10:24:29.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Blech!*</title><content type='html'>I knew I ate too much during lunch yesterday, but never expected to feel, well, *blech!*. Must've been the baked mac from the caf... *ick...* So by the time it was math class, my tummy started to feel real bad. I couldn't wait to get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was bloody cold last night! Had to wear my jacket and my trusty &amp; thick Winnie the Pooh socks to keep me warm. It didn't help that I was feeling nauseous, too. I wasn't able to do any homework last night since I just wanted to sleep the pain away. Besides, they say your body heals when you sleep. So by half past 8, I decided to heal myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a little better. But still feel *blech!*. Don't really feel like going to school anymore. I've already missed my first two classes for today. But my damn conscience is nagging me to go to school. I have graded recitation for PhilSoc today (I hate that class... boo!), and I have an essay to pass for English. Which, I might add, has not been completed. And I'm not prepared for the GR, too. F*ck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay... I hope I feel better soon. I hate it when I get sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah... I hate this template. Will change it back to the old one... later. Ima eat first, can't drink my medicine if I don't. Besides, I'm hungry &lt;em&gt;na rin&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-113685973507550031?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/113685973507550031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=113685973507550031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113685973507550031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113685973507550031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2006/01/blech.html' title='*Blech!*'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-113638624251448849</id><published>2006-01-04T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T23:10:18.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink</title><content type='html'>Oh how I adore the color orange, but for now, my template will be pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This also happens to be the title of one of Aerosmith's songs. I loved that mtv. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aya&lt;/em&gt;... school &lt;em&gt;na bukas&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;p&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;y &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;d&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to my brother &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;14 &lt;/strong&gt;ka na! yikes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achi loves you!!! mwah!!!*hahaha I sound like he's a baby... but he's a baby no more hahaha*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-113638624251448849?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/113638624251448849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=113638624251448849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113638624251448849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113638624251448849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2006/01/pink.html' title='Pink'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-113628826718870383</id><published>2006-01-03T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T19:37:47.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Out of Body Special</title><content type='html'>Sounds like some sci-fi-slash-paranormal talkshow, but it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from their &lt;a href="http://launch.groups.yahoo.com/group/theOutofBodySpecial/"&gt;webby&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Out of Body Special is the name of a metro manila-based hiphop-soul fusion band. It's a genre-transcendent sound that works in and around hiphop, blending elements of different styles we grew up with and picked up here and there in an effort to come up with a fun, soulful groove that will hopefully, get you in this state of sweet disorientation we describe as "out of body". Tangena anyabang! Talaga lang a? We just try to bring our jazz funk blues rock soul roots into something that might make you forget where you are and just lose it. So whatcha waiting for? GET OUT OF BODY. =)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen, meet the The Out of Body Special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nino Avenido - Bass&lt;br /&gt;Diego Beltran - Percussions&lt;br /&gt;Patrick Co - Guitars&lt;br /&gt;Ted Mark Cruz - Drums&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Magno - Vocals&lt;br /&gt;Martin Veerayah - Guitars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. It's time to get out of my &lt;i&gt;seryoso&lt;/i&gt; shell. *clears throat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shhhhyyyeettt!!!! I love them!!! *sigh* hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time my brother played their EP on the player, I was instantly smitten. I forgot where I was and lost it. :) hehehe Having thier songs on LSS in my brain will always be much welcomed... :D So my dear readers, get off your asses *oops! angel no more... ;P*, make use of those connections and try to get the EP! Spread the word people! It's time to get out of body... ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-113628826718870383?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/113628826718870383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=113628826718870383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113628826718870383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113628826718870383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2006/01/out-of-body-special.html' title='The Out of Body Special'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398250.post-113618308723656168</id><published>2006-01-02T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T14:24:47.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss dancing.</title><content type='html'>I miss the long nights rehearsing.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the sense of community, having friends with one thing in common and enjoying each other's presence because of it.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the feel when you're backstage.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the adrenaline rush right before a performance.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the natural high I get when I'm dancing onstage.&lt;br /&gt;And most of all, I miss the pounds I lose whenever I do. (Okay... hahaha, what?! It's true! Well, maybe not "most of all" but I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; miss dancing, hehe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess another reason would be that I've been dancing since, well, eversince I could remember. It's one thing I know I'm really good at and it's something I really love to do. Now that I'm in college, I don't get to do it as often anymore. More like not at all actually. And it's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005 was a year full of performances which I hope won't be my last. There was the dance for Passion Play. Summer was my performance peak in 2005 with my recital in Intermediate Streetdance and being part of the opening number. After that, it was steady with studies first. I did audition for the univerisity's dance varsity and got accepted but soon had to quit because my mom didn't allow me to rehearse. My last performance for this year was just a few days ago for sis Claire's debut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was there, during that last performance, that I realized how much I missed it. They took figure skating away from me already, I hope no one will take dancing away from me, too. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-113618308723656168?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/113618308723656168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=113618308723656168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113618308723656168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113618308723656168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-miss-dancing.html' title='I miss dancing.'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398250.post-113609991798200506</id><published>2006-01-01T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T15:18:37.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2006</title><content type='html'>my first post for the year can be seen here: &lt;a href="http://pan_desal.blogs.friendster.com/my_blog/"&gt;click me! click me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-113609991798200506?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/113609991798200506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=113609991798200506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113609991798200506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113609991798200506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2006/01/2006.html' title='2006'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398250.post-113604928215495135</id><published>2006-01-01T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T01:14:42.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-113604928215495135?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/113604928215495135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=113604928215495135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113604928215495135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113604928215495135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-113595803601498729</id><published>2005-12-30T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T23:53:56.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms. Scrooge</title><content type='html'>I told my mom the other day that this will be my first Christmas wherein I didn't text every single person in my phonebook &amp; greet them "Merry Christmas!". And then she replied, "Nygak... Scrooge."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So okay, I was Ms. Scrooge for Christmas '05.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that the 'Ber months have never felt so dark, dry and lonely. It's not like it was before. Yes, the real meaning of Christmas is the celebration of Christ's birthday. But it was as if the lack of abundance in Christmas lights and Holiday decor felt like nobody was celebrating anymore. The feeling is gone. Maybe it's because life right now has become harder. Most people would rather save their money rather than "waste" them on &lt;i&gt;magastos&lt;/i&gt; Holiday stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this'll pass. I don't want to celebrate Christmas next year feeling like Ms. Scrooge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This I promise though, January 1 will be different. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-113595803601498729?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/113595803601498729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=113595803601498729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113595803601498729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113595803601498729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/12/ms-scrooge.html' title='Ms. Scrooge'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-113578382216338456</id><published>2005-12-28T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T19:27:53.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha!</title><content type='html'>Imagine being the eldest in your family and that you're the only girl. Sure, some of you can relate and yes, life can be hell sometimes because of our predicament. But life has its up sides, too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/331/443/1600/12-25-05%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/331/443/200/12-25-05%20020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/331/443/1600/12-25-05%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/331/443/200/12-25-05%20025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/331/443/1600/12-25-05%20051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/331/443/200/12-25-05%20051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/331/443/1600/12-25-05%20053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/331/443/200/12-25-05%20053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/331/443/1600/12-25-05%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/331/443/320/12-25-05%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-113578382216338456?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/113578382216338456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=113578382216338456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113578382216338456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113578382216338456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/12/haha.html' title='Haha!'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398250.post-113574275238607300</id><published>2005-12-28T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T12:05:52.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;p&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;y &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;everyone!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-113574275238607300?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/113574275238607300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=113574275238607300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113574275238607300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113574275238607300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-holidays-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-113521805815555179</id><published>2005-12-22T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T11:58:48.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Walang iwanan, promise yan..."</title><content type='html'>Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True friends, that is, will always be there for you. No matter how insane you are, you know they will never leave your side. They can be the harshest critics in the world, but you're thankful that they are. Friends... &lt;i&gt;ang saya ng buhay kapag nandyan sila.&lt;/i&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;12-16-05&lt;br /&gt;Of Traffic, Malls and Mansions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After "slaving" over Yaz's exchange gift, I slept at around 2 in the morning and woke-up at about 6. Felt horrible the whole day. I knew I was getting sick already, but decided to just ignore the whole thing and not make a big fuss about it. Bad move, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished classes by 3, so off we went to Shang and had dinner (???) at CPK. It was taking JJ unusually long to get to Shang so i decided to call her. Good thing I did. Her car kept stalling &lt;i&gt;daw&lt;/i&gt;. Met her (&amp; her car) in front of Rustan's and decided to call Lawrence for help. Made it safe to the parking lot and went around with Law and his blockmates for awhile and then went back to CPK. I love the fact that even if JJ &amp;amp; I aren't exactly the most ideal bestfriends (ie. calling/texting/checking-up on each other everyday), things never change. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after "dinner", Bobby, me &amp; JJ went around for awhile til 5. And then we went our seperate ways (awww... haha ;p). JJ went home and fortunately found her car, haha. Bobby and I left and went to Katips. Damn was the traffic bad! Arrived at Katips at around 6:30 and met up with Shao. Once Agila got there, up we went to meet up with Pat at the gas station. Had crazy ass fun in Pat's car, haha! As we were nearing Schoof's (pronounced as "SHOF") crib in Alabang, they finally named my arms. Yes people, my arms now have names. Don't forget to greet them when you see me around oki?! haha! So yeah, the names... my left arm's name is Bettina, and the right's Becky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic &lt;i&gt;talaga&lt;/i&gt; in the Pinas: like no other. Got to Schoof's "mansion" (haha)at around 9:30. First thing I did when I got there? I asked for Decolgen, haha! Yup, I was getting worse. So anyhoo, I definitely had a blast! Hmmm... I think I had 4 tequila shots, &amp;amp; a glass of Vodka and Citrus (I loved this one... yum hehe). Germans and their alcohol... hahaha That night, Schoof said something which will forever be etched in my heart. Considering his history, having already spent two years in Ateneo and stuff, you'd think that a guy like him would have tons of really close friends. And he does, but you know what he said to us that night? He said, "You know guys? You're the closest group of friends I've ever had." Now what can beat that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going home in Pat's car was a nice and quiet one. I opened up and asked them the ever confusing question of transferring or not (I think they're getting pretty annoyed about it, too... hahaha). They tried their best to convince me but in the end, they also said that it will ultimately be &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; decision. And then I told them that if ever I do stay, walang iwanan ah... and they said, of course. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-113521805815555179?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/113521805815555179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=113521805815555179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113521805815555179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113521805815555179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/12/walang-iwanan-promise-yan.html' title='&quot;Walang iwanan, promise yan...&quot;'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-113405137177267118</id><published>2005-12-08T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T21:59:35.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Eclectic In Need</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Why not?" was the simple reply of the honorable Mr. John-D Borra to the question, “Why read?” This was also the title of his magisterial talk yesterday (one of the things that have made me even more confused... we'll get to why soon enough). We had to attend this in exchange for one of our Lit classes. And I'm glad they required us to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is no doubt that Sir Borra is one helluva speaker. One would not only enjoy his lectures, but you will also appreciate them. He will catch your attention, however reluctant you may be. And despite knowing all this, I was still impressed after attending my first "Borra talk". "Why?" you may ask. Well, things mentioned in his talk about UA&amp;P's liberal education have been added to my list of "Why to stay in UA&amp;amp;P".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, he's that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people know that I have applied to transfer to ADMU. I used to be so sure about this decision, but now, things have split into two. I'm not lying when I tell people that I am a very confused girl. I think my brain is in major chaos right now. Overly dramatic, i suppose, but then again, maybe not. Wanting to accomplish so many things is a daunting task. One day you'll just find yourself thinking, "What the hell do I really want to do?" You try to look for the answer but it never rings your brain and says, "Ding! This is what you want to do for the rest of your life!" I am grateful that I'm growing closer, even for just a tiny bit, to the answer. I think I have a faint idea of what it is I want to do for the rest of my life, but that's it - it's just&lt;em&gt; faint&lt;/em&gt;. I envy the people who have names for the jobs that they want to get into after graduating. They know exactly what to take and are having the time of their lives because they're happy. I, on the other hand, have mush for ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me cite the things that have made my brain into one extreme &lt;em&gt;halo-halo&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once asked the question, "If there was one word to describe you, what would that be?" The person who asked me that question also answered it since I had a hard time looking for just &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; word. After telling him my interests, he quickly and unflinchingly answered me surely, "I think the word you're looking for is eclectic." Ding, ding, ding!!! Finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am proud to say that I am eclectic. Everything about me is eclectic. I am artistic and yet technologically curious. My outfit personality is girly rocker. I have no music discrimination (well, except of course novelty and heavy metal). I am quite the pig (yes, I love to eat), but I love to dance. I can be messy at one time, and organized the next. I am a strange mix. No wonder I had such a hard time looking for just &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; word. And because I am eclectic, "singular" is not in my dictionary. I have the hardest time deciding on just&lt;em&gt; one&lt;/em&gt; thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for example the time I was choosing the course I would take. There are, of course, two things you should consider when choosing what you want to take-up as a major. One, you have to pick the course that you’re sure your tuition will be paid for (a.k.a. something your parents would approve of). Two, it has to be something you really, really want to take-up. These two factors, my friends, have made my life more chaotic. You see, having parents that care for you so much and want you to have a stable future eliminates the idea of taking Fine Arts as a course (or anything related to arts for that matter). Several nights I would just think about what to take, using a pencil to mark all possible courses and then eliminating the ones that wouldn’t have either one of the considerations mentioned above. After much negotiation, let’s fast forward to the future. Here I am taking-up a course that has passed the test, studying in a university I never thought I would be studying in. (Sacrifices have to made… hence my farewell to the Green Archer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I am faced with the same daunting task once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I move or not?&lt;br /&gt;If I should move, what course must I choose?&lt;br /&gt;The one that will get me into the university the easiest or the one that will pass the test?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things to consider, so little brain power. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the big man upstairs: help me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-113405137177267118?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/113405137177267118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=113405137177267118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113405137177267118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113405137177267118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/12/eclectic-in-need.html' title='An Eclectic In Need'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-113387925271253500</id><published>2005-12-06T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T20:24:36.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis the Season of Giving ü</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/331/443/1600/xmas%20wishlist_tippi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/331/443/320/xmas%20wishlist_tippi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;come on, don't be shy... i know you want to click it&lt;/em&gt; ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-113387925271253500?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/113387925271253500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=113387925271253500' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113387925271253500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113387925271253500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/12/tis-season-of-giving.html' title='&apos;Tis the Season of Giving ü'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398250.post-113332311907523176</id><published>2005-11-30T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T11:58:39.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Evil Entry</title><content type='html'>Wednesday equals NSTP day. I'll be meeting with my dear &lt;em&gt;alaga&lt;/em&gt;s at the Oranbo Elementary School later for the first time in God knows how many weeks. Aw... I miss them. (No really, I do... despite their neverending &lt;em&gt;kakulitan&lt;/em&gt;, I miss them. :D) So my itinerary for today's 1 hour class will be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;em&gt; pangangamusta, &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;2. theme writing: What I Did During My Sembreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fallback 101:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; If you forgot that NSTP would be starting today and you didn't prepare shit, go with theme writing. It takes up the whole hour and you won't have to worry too much. Oh, and bring a dictionary and yellow pad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, the devil in me has struck once more. And I believe it still hasn't gone away just yet. You see, I'm supposed to be meeting Ms. Abi for Virtues class today at 1 in Balanghai (study center). Seeing that I'm still at home and I have absolutely no idea how to get there by car, I will be making-up another excuse. Shit... evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you (the reader) as my witness, I swear that I will make-up for the evil that I have done today and post it in my blog as evidence. I thank you, bow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-113332311907523176?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/113332311907523176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=113332311907523176' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113332311907523176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113332311907523176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/11/very-evil-entry.html' title='A Very Evil Entry'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398250.post-113317361559012690</id><published>2005-11-28T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T18:26:55.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;frustrates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; me&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;studying &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;art&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8398250-113317361559012690?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/113317361559012690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=113317361559012690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113317361559012690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113317361559012690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/11/it-frustrates-me-so-much-that-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-113314780476247664</id><published>2005-11-28T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T11:16:44.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend</title><content type='html'>I am currently enjoying a very sinful but oh so delish breakfast (Skyflakes and Danish cheese spread) as I write this entry. I've had two wedges so far and calories schmalories I don't care, &lt;em&gt;masarap siya&lt;/em&gt;. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to GH last night with the fam and we watched Prime starring Uma Thurman, Meryl Streep &amp; Bryan Greenberg. Oh and if i might add, Bryan Greenberg is hot!!! :D Google the movie if you want to know the story (yes, lazy Tippi hehe). The story was nice and it was a pretty light movie. I liked it, even if the ending was not what i expected. I loved the scene where Rafi (Thurman) &amp; David (Greenberg) arrive at David's place and Rafi sees all the furniture wrapped in plastic. Rafi then asks David, "David, who are your roomates?" And then David's grandma says in the background, "David, is that you?" So David has no choice but to tell Rafi that his "roomates" are his grandparents, haha :D The thing about David and his grandmother Bubby is quite hilarious, too. I particularly liked the soundtrack -- a mix of RnB and Jazz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in GH, i also saw Gino and Tan. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a good easy Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-113314780476247664?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/113314780476247664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=113314780476247664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113314780476247664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113314780476247664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/11/weekend.html' title='The Weekend'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-113311481623320605</id><published>2005-11-28T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T02:06:56.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you be my hero?ü</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NdcXiyNABgE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NdcXiyNABgE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-113311481623320605?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/113311481623320605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=113311481623320605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113311481623320605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113311481623320605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/11/will-you-be-my-hero.html' title='Will you be my hero?ü'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-113283888348753295</id><published>2005-11-24T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T21:33:32.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Gibberish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt; Aw yeah! No class on Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt; I've been missing things lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt; Since I'm not the type of person who likes calling people on the phone (but someone who likes it when someone calls her... haha the irony...), I've decided to write my barkada e-mails, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt; As PAW's teaser recital draws near, I feel more nervous each day. I think my monologue is so... haha... wait... i can't find the write word. Well, ito nalang... try acting this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"(&lt;i&gt;you're thinking of something funny and you start to laugh&lt;/i&gt;) Laughter. That was the best gift he ever gave me. Every single day of my life, he made me the happiest person in the world. But behind his mask of smiles, he hid from me... no... he hid from the world, an overwhelming sadness. (&lt;i&gt;pause, you are filled with the feeling of frustration&lt;/i&gt;) How could I have been so blind?! Dammit Bogart! Wala na si Danny!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i sing better than i act. hahaha (then i must be really bad... sad...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt; Ang totoo? I'm getting more and more confused everytime I talk to you... haha I just had to say it... hay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-113283888348753295?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/113283888348753295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=113283888348753295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113283888348753295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113283888348753295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/11/more-gibberish.html' title='More Gibberish'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398250.post-113272183894115471</id><published>2005-11-23T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T12:59:16.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stephanie</title><content type='html'>There are probably a million other people named Stephanie in the world. Back in high school, there were 5 of us with the same name in my batch alone. But despite this, we are all unique. For my 18th birthday, my friend Yaz gave me a framed copy of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Stephanie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;From the Greek name Stephen; from Stephen, a feminine form of Stephen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Crowned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;travel &amp; public contact bring her great enjoyment&lt;br /&gt;a shy girl on social occasions&lt;br /&gt;a natural peacemaker and arbitrator&lt;br /&gt;a girl who enjoys music, art and literature&lt;br /&gt;a lovely girl; sophisticated and stylish&lt;br /&gt;a casual girl who is perky and athletic&lt;br /&gt;someone who is clear-sighted&lt;br /&gt;she is thrifty, determined and a deep thinker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Friends Forever" -Yaz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found it so cool that even though Yaz and I have only known each other since I started college, she (according to her though, her mom made it haha) hit a bullseye and got who I am. Cool... :D hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-113272183894115471?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/113272183894115471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=113272183894115471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113272183894115471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113272183894115471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/11/stephanie.html' title='Stephanie'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398250.post-113214191017070173</id><published>2005-11-16T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T19:54:22.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Now that school has started, I've noticed that I've been writing more often in my blog. Which is quite the opposite of what should be. tsk, tsk, tsk... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Stupid me. I completely forgot that I had my Filipino class at 7:30 yesterday. And because of my apparent expertise in forgetting things, I missed my second quiz for that class. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Talked to Maxi this morning. I miss that guy. He just had to go to Boston noh?! hahaha Kidding! Namimiss ko lang yung kakulitan nung ugok na yun... hahaha :p No worries though, he'll be coming back on the 24th of December. Yey! And thanks to him, I am now listening to some songs from the Broadway musical Wicked. Yey again! So far, I'm liking every song. :D I wanted to watch it when I was in New York last summer but unfortunately, budget... haha And they're always sold-out. Maybe next time. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I am &lt;em&gt;trying&lt;/em&gt; to write the essay I need for Lit tom. As you can see, I'm still distracted... haha &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-113214191017070173?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/113214191017070173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=113214191017070173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113214191017070173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113214191017070173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/11/few-random-thoughts.html' title='A Few Random Thoughts'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-113210448838291242</id><published>2005-11-16T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T09:28:08.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin' a bit senti?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just a little something that popped into my head as i was listening to my friend last night...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to have your heart shatter into pieces like fragile glass as it falls.&lt;br /&gt;And as you try to mend it, it hurts even more.&lt;br /&gt;Every sharp piece wounds you. Every sharp piece makes you bleed.&lt;br /&gt;Every sharp fragment reminds you of the pain, the feeling that you felt as it broke.&lt;br /&gt;They make you yearn for that person again, hoping that they would come back and make you whole once more so that it won't hurt any longer.&lt;br /&gt;It feels like an eternity to try and make this puzzle complete.&lt;br /&gt;But slowly, you try.&lt;br /&gt;You gather the courage to try.&lt;br /&gt;Emotions stir.&lt;br /&gt;Frustration. Anger. Sadness. Pain.&lt;br /&gt;In time you become calloused, and one day you'll realize that it's finally over.&lt;br /&gt;Your wounds heal.&lt;br /&gt;Your puzzle's complete.&lt;br /&gt;A sense of relief and happiness overwhelms you.&lt;br /&gt;And the heart that once was a pile of shattered glass, is mended and becomes what it was before it was ever broken.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-113210448838291242?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/113210448838291242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=113210448838291242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113210448838291242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113210448838291242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/11/feelin-bit-senti.html' title='Feelin&apos; a bit senti?'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-113189828107450036</id><published>2005-11-13T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T00:11:21.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second-Homesick</title><content type='html'>after (obviously) surfing YouTube and watching too many videos, i woke-up my lazy ass and started fixing all the crap i have in my room. today's target: my trusty plastic storage boxes (otherwise known as my "lockers" in high school. now they serve as very useful containers to dump my stuff in :D). i started with the smallest one, the one that contained all of my CDs. found a lot of my dad's broadway CDs (i heart broadway... hehe), some PC games, my boy band CDs (yes, i went through that stage, too) and lo and behold, my group's Speech project for Senior year! hahaha i immediately played it on the laptop and found myself laughing at the things... the things i did, the things we (namely me, Cam, Watson, Miks, Rol, Mark, Karen, Jonreph, Melai and Katrine) did! i can't believe, no wait, i CAN believe we got the highest grade in class for that subject! hahaha (pride people! one must be proud! hehehe) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while watching the vid, it dawned on me that i really wasn't very high maintenance back then (not that im very high maintenance now, im still quite simple if you ask me.) i knew i was not very "girly", but i didnt know i was that um... ignorant? for one thing, all throughout the show, my hair was such a mess! hahaha no wonder i wouldn't hear the end of my mom's wise words about combing my hair... hahaha my tops were great, but my bottoms... well, they had a mind of their own. i can't believe i wore those things... haha i also noticed that i didn't know how to talk back then. i kept repeating the word "yeah" all the time, hahaha i also had a tendency to repeat the words my co-host would say, hahaha thank goodness i have grown over the past few months (thanks to a few nudges here and there... haha)! i've become more neat, i fix myself up more often and the clothes i wear? way better than before... hahaha although, i think i have to learn to stay way from black. my mom's starting to nag about it, always asking me if that's the only color that's found in my closet. i have more confidence now and i think i speak better than before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i became second-homesick (being that my high school was my second home) again. i miss high school and all my friends in high school. with them, i have absolutely no apprehensions. i am myself. and it takes time to become that way again in college. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay...nakakamiss lang talaga... hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-113189828107450036?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/113189828107450036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=113189828107450036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113189828107450036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113189828107450036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/11/second-homesick.html' title='Second-Homesick'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-113187028374612830</id><published>2005-11-13T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T16:24:44.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriuosly...</title><content type='html'>these boys have nothing to do in life. and what better way to spend their time than to make other people laugh? i think i first saw them on MTV, and they were hilarious! yesterday, they were featured on Wazzup! Wazzup!. Vhong and Archie just couldn't help themselves and had to spoof them haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pTrJLz2Nwsg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the original video of the song. first saw it on Phel's friendster page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Tong Hua by Guang Liang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/moljRdV79vY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/moljRdV79vY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-113187028374612830?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/113187028374612830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=113187028374612830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113187028374612830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113187028374612830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/11/seriuosly.html' title='Seriuosly...'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398250.post-113162561706705182</id><published>2005-11-10T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T20:26:57.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it me?</title><content type='html'>School has been good the past few days... nothing too exciting. haha I still have Sir Joven for CIV102 &lt;em&gt;Thank God! &lt;/em&gt;nasty rumors that he will be replaced by another prof almost gave a heart attack...hehe Stupid me. I left my filer at our MA101 room! It's a good thing most of my blockmates are taking the math class after mine in the same room. unfortunately, Bobby left it at Mars' locker... all my homework and readings were in there... sigh... I guess it serves me right, irresponsible Tippi... tsk tsk tsk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept pretty late last night. well... more like really really really early this morning... harharhar talked to Erv, granted his request and made him a testimonial. and if i might add, i think it was a pretty good testimonial despite the ungodly hour i wrote it, if i do say so myself! hahaha not a lot of damage was done naman, my first class today was 10:30 so i survived, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you might be wondering why the the title for this entry is so. my answer? wala lang, trip ko lang maglagay ng title... harharhar ah... the wonders boredom can bring... amazing... :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-113162561706705182?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/113162561706705182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=113162561706705182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113162561706705182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113162561706705182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/11/is-it-me.html' title='Is it me?'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-113137277699632975</id><published>2005-11-07T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T22:15:19.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothin' much...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;uploaded new pics @ my multiply. check them out &lt;a href="http://sytippi.multiply.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;school starts tom. bummer. well, at least ill be seeing my blockmates again. wont be such a bum anymore... hahaha first class is at 7:30 in the morning, damn... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;attended Den's debut last Saturday. fun fun! there wasn't much dancing though... picture picture nlng (quite evident in my multiply, haha). nonetheless, it was really nice seeing my high school friends again, lalo na ang aking mga "alagad" hahaha kulit pa rin nila atan! hahaha Andie's will be this Sat, party uli!!! hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-113137277699632975?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/113137277699632975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=113137277699632975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113137277699632975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113137277699632975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/11/nothin-much.html' title='Nothin&apos; much...'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398250.post-113109969679919802</id><published>2005-11-04T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T18:21:36.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Red Dog, SMB Light, and the City of Pines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite a good combination if you ask me. :D after 6 years, i, along with my family and some of my dad's friends and thier families (barkada trip?! haha), returned to Bagiuo for the weekend for a much needed break. this year, there weren't any sightseeing trips, just some good old-fashioned RnR... and maybe some trips to SM Bagiuo for shopping... hehe (what?! it was sale... how could a girl like me resist? ;D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a pretty good time despite the colds i had and the dreary weather (it was usually raining in evening). i met new friends (like the director of Stonefree's last two videos!!! shit! kickass cool! haha) and played cards (Red Dog is damn fun when you have toothpicks to bet on... hahaha) most of the time. at tito Bonbon's place, we roasted some marshmallows in his fireplace and made some s'mores and had beer. haha on our last day, everyone met up at tito Mark's place to go horseback riding in the afternoon and do some catching-up in the evening. &lt;em&gt;ang sarap mag&lt;/em&gt;-horseback! well, that is until my horse went wild. haha the one that Mia was riding kicked my horse and then they started kicking each other. i freaked-out! haha that was scary... but after awhile, i started riding again. Diego, the son of tito Mark, is a psycho... haha kidding! but he was hilarious! kept nudging everyone to join him outside to go ghost hunting. not a shabby suggestion since it was Halloween, foggy, and their place was damn creepy. its actually haunted by a kid and an old lady... or so they say. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would have to say that that was one of the best weekends i've had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Crap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, the perfect adjective for UA&amp;P's online enlistment system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to wake-up at 5:30 in the morning last wednesday just so i could enlist myself early and get the sched that i wanted. crappy system! kept having errors... after about an hour (and much praying that it won't have any syntax errors again), i was able to finalize everything. i had to help out four other people cause theirs wouldn't work. it turns out, only those that had DSL were able to fix everything well. brighter side of things, i was able to get the profs and the sched that i wanted. there wasn't any Math class so i still had to add that subject the next day during the on-campus enlistment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once more people... with more passion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Crap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, another perfect adjective for their on-campus enlistment system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we supposedly had priority numbers, mine being 296. it was a good thing i called Mars at around 9 and she quickly told me that i had to get to school right away because it was now first come first served! i rushed and got to school at 10, and finished everything by 5 in the afternoon. damn... it was a good thing i ate a heavy breakfast. Ayo, Tina and I all had shawarma rice after the long day. Shawarma rice never tasted that good... haha (don't worry, i brushed my teeth when i got home ;D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;"I can't wait til my pappy kicks your..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zorro. haha pretty good movie. nice way to end they day. i went to Rockwell with the fam last night and bought a new book, yey! i loved Cecilia Ahern's "P.S. I Love You" that i dcecided to get her second novel, "Rosie Dunne" (in the UK, "Where Rainbows End"), a story about Rosie and Alex, best friends since they were kids that are destined for each other but have to face several challenges before they can live "happily ever after." yes, another cheesy, love story. but a dash of romance once in awhile won't hurt. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;_-~**~_+_~**~-_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til the next entry my friends... i'm off to the land of balls... Rockwell's bowling alley, Powerbowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuck.. i really do suck at jokes... hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-113109969679919802?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/113109969679919802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=113109969679919802' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113109969679919802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113109969679919802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/11/red-dog-smb-light-and-city-of-pines.html' title=''/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398250.post-113043054810597871</id><published>2005-10-28T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T00:29:08.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless in New Manila</title><content type='html'>oh look at the time, hmmm... its midnight. how wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great, i'm up late... again. and guess what?! i'm eating chocolates... again. seriously, my brain is turning into mush. dammit, i feel like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of these days, the Lord &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; find someone to save me. i just hope He doesn't take too much time... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its still raining, by the way. like always, "the sermon" was given during dinner by none other than my dear mother telling us that there will be no use for the air condintioner tonight. i'll be fine with it, i dunno how my brothers will manage to survive though. i swear, they have insulation in their bodies like who knows how thick. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;senseless entry, as usual. but look! i made you guys laugh! harharhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... at least i hope so, hehe i was always bad at cracking jokes... haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-113043054810597871?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/113043054810597871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=113043054810597871' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113043054810597871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/113043054810597871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/10/sleepless-in-new-manila.html' title='Sleepless in New Manila'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398250.post-112991946161591452</id><published>2005-10-22T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T02:37:51.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its 2:20 in the morning and... i am still awake :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got back from Kam's debut about an hour ago courtesy of Bobby. its a good thing his house is very near ours, so my "driver" na ako uli! bwahaha joke! teehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the debut was fun! sayawan! nagulat mga blockmates ko sakin, bkt daw ako nging hyper? may nainom ba daw ako?! haha nope... i didn't drink anything. i'm just naturally like that when the music is playing and calling me out to the dancefloor... nax! ;P got lots of &lt;a href="http://sytippi.multiply.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;pics&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; which i will be uploading when i wake-up later... haha im so proud of myself. i fixed my own hair and it turned out great. and i put on make-up, and it turned out great too... hehe shit, ngging babae na tlga ako... hahaha ;p as usual, me and bobby were camwhores. :D but i like taking pictures. aside from fueling my vanity (haha joke!), pictures are memories and what can replace that right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why am i still up then? plain and simple - i can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm definitely going to the block outing this weekend rather than the AIESEC npm... hehe it was great that our org's president, ate amy, saw my potential to become an officer, but i think the load of the mtg is just too much for me. :) so its going to be a grand sleepover at victor's crib in tagaytay. weee! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit, cge na nga, ill sleep na... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight world! mwah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;p&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;y &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;d&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;y &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;v&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;c&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;v &lt;/span&gt;y&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&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/8398250-112991946161591452?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/112991946161591452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=112991946161591452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/112991946161591452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/112991946161591452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-220-in-morning-and.html' title=''/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398250.post-112972296390379360</id><published>2005-10-19T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T20:00:54.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FREEDOM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harharhar sembreak na! but i just cant stay at home. well... for one thing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i effin' eat!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite the fact that i know this, cge lang, kain lang ang Siopao.. hahaha *yes, new nickname courtesy of ms. henessey castillo... mwehehehe aaawww... i miss nessy na... :( and block b... :( sob...* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabe,,, i need to go out... d bale... mall on friday and then Kam's Hollywood birthday bash!!! weeee!!! partehy!!!! hehehe ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-112972296390379360?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/112972296390379360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=112972296390379360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/112972296390379360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/112972296390379360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/10/freedom-harharhar-sembreak-na-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398250.post-112894206900607740</id><published>2005-10-10T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T19:01:09.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIL101: 10/07/05 &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tapos na!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTS101 (Fine Arts): 10/10/05 &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;tapos na rin!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EnSci: 10/10/05 &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harharhar i got to class late, but as always, spoiled kmi kay dra. , she still let me take the test mwehehe tpos na rin!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theology: 10/13/05&lt;br /&gt;Christian Civ: 10/13/05 &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;exempted!!! yeah baby!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabe... isa nalng and its&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;...,~`:+..~..+:`~,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit! ive been eating so much lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;breakfast:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ma Ling, rice and fried egg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lunch:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cinammon swirl, short white mocha, 2 pc Orange Chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;merienda:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Tostillas, lucky me lpb, fries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrrggghhh... its definitely off to the gym this sembreak! mwehehe &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-112894206900607740?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/112894206900607740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=112894206900607740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/112894206900607740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/112894206900607740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/10/update-fil101-100705-tapos-na-arts101.html' title=''/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398250.post-112883894609918604</id><published>2005-10-09T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T14:22:26.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APS-SEA Report&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+ good remarks from the prof&lt;br /&gt;+ very good daw *buti naman.. hehe*&lt;br /&gt;+ Pat tells me after the report, "oh, very good daw. so this (points to me and him), not worth it. stop." I tell Pat, "I'm sorry Pat, but unless he apologizes, i dont think things will be like before..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;~+..**..+~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;finals na!!! wih me luck guys!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sched:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;FIL101: 10/07/05 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;tapos na!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTS101 (Fine Arts): 10/10/05&lt;br /&gt;EnSci: 10/10/05&lt;br /&gt;Theology: 10/13/05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christian Civ: 10/13/05 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;exempted!!! yeah baby!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-112883894609918604?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/112883894609918604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=112883894609918604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/112883894609918604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/112883894609918604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/10/update-aps-sea-report-good-remarks.html' title=''/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398250.post-112834257495018684</id><published>2005-10-03T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T14:11:42.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's A Bitch</title><content type='html'>no matter what you say, it'll always be that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*beware: long post*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir RJ's class last saturday was in line with this idea. He gave us, as he said himself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 min to think&lt;br /&gt;2 min to expound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Madalas masaya ako, pero shit ang buhay kapag...&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"Most of the time I'm happy, but life can really suck when..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a hard time thinking of what to say. Simply put, i stink when it comes to extemporaneous speech. As expected, my grade in my Fil class' extempo speech was pretty low... haha Anyhoo... yeah... i stink at extempo speeches. Little did i know that i would have something for the speech later on in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell Week is here in UA&amp;P. Its not even one week, its three and im now on my second week. Tons of due papers, tons of due projects, tons of due reports and finals are just around the corner (speaking of which, my Fil finals is tomorrow... good luck tippi! woohoo! hehe). Malamang sasabihin ko na madalas masaya ako, pero shit ang buhay kapag ang raming kailangang gawin at nauubusan ka na ng oras. I could say that, its true, but what's more shitty is what happened to me over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i've said above, its Hell in UA&amp;P. Last Wednesday, we had our last long test in APS and before the test started, our prof requested the leaders of each group to approach her and get the guidelines for the next report and paper. It wasn't me who stood up despite the fact that i headed all our previous reports. I was never officially called the leader so i had no right. Two of my other groupmates kept insisting on our only male groupmate to stand-up and take the guidelines. He did and with that, i assumed that he would lead our group for our last report. Things went by rather "loosely" the past week. No meetings, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to attend this actvity for AIESEC last Saturday pm, and it was there that i found out from another one of my blockm8s (who is also an AIESECer) that the report for APS was already on Monday. I was surprised! I honestly did not know. And i admit, that was my mistake. I did not make any initiative to ask when it was due since i was already clueless about it. Since i have work on Saturdays, my sched is rather tight. I texted all my groupmates to send their outlines by 5 pm since i was in-charge of making the PowerPoint presentation (as usual). Its not easy to make one, especially if you're the type (like me) who's very OC about it. Only two people replied, told me that they won't be able to send it by that day and apologized. Yung "leader" mismo walang reply. And things got worse when I find out from Pat that &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; took the number that i researched on! I asked Pat when he told her this and she said the other day, and he was done with it already! pano na?! eh ako rin tapos na doon sa number na yun?! i also remember distinctly him asking me what number i wanted to take last thursday during Civ class, i told him number 3 and he said okay. Even Nessy remembered it, dapat kasi un ung number na kukunin nya. Since nauna na ko, she took 2a instead. I texted him again to try and clarify but he still wasn't replying. Di na ko umasa pa, i went ahead and researched on the number that was left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday comes and i wake-up to find 1 msg in my fone. it was him. he texted at around 1 am and told us to send our info by that afternoon sana so that he could finish the paper. i was pissed. so ung text ko nung saturday na dapat by 5 sana nasakin na ung mga outlines nila bale wala lang?! i texted him and asked him again what number he took. confirmed, kinuha nga niya ung number ko. and he was pretty cool bout it, sabi pa nga niya, "easy ka lang." i told him im sorry but im not in a very good mood so it'll take sometime for me to become easy. he tells me that ok, he'll take the number that was not answered, and told me na parang db, pwede namang mapagusapan. pwde nga, ang problema, ngyon lng. i told him i started researching on it na, and thanks nlng. i tried to let it go nlng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evening comes and others still hadn't finished their researches. he was being annoying on the YM and kept asking me where my final research was. napuno na ko, sb ko sa knya, teka lng, you're making me panic so stop, i dont think ill be able to send the info early so just pls send me the paper and ill just integrate my research into it. he got pissed! grabe ah.. and kept saying things like "nung nag 3.5 tayo sa last paper sinigawan ka b namin?! nung kinuha mo almost 20 minuts ng time for reporting and left us panicking for 4 sinigawan kb namin?!" parang... huh?! ano un? i told him, kung d man nya narinig the last time, then im sorry, i admit that i made a bad paper, pero the second statement was totally alien to me... i dont recall anything like that, and besides, our prof only gives us 15 minutes to report... that didn't make any sense at all. tpos pumalit ung status nya... nkasulat: "bitch you're pushing my buttons" i cried... hehe yeah, cry baby... eh... sbra na kc akong nafrufrustrate eh... and he called me a bitch! cge, tawagin mo akong bitch, ok lng, pero sana diretso sakin, kung wala kang guts na sabhin un saking harapharapan, then dont say it at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few minutes later he im's me and tells me he's done with the paper and if i dont trust him, then he'll just cross my name out from the group. the nerve! i broke down na tlga... 1st time kong umiyak ng ganun sa college.. haha tpos nag-im siya ulit... sb nya, "if you want, you can help us research on the other number, we're having a hard time." i told him, of course sarcastically, "thanks for being sensitive enough to ask me if i was busy or not, im sorry, but im still not done with my research and i still have tons of things to do." isa pa, sb nya, "so that we dont have to talk with each other tomorrow, tell me what part i need to report on, i can report on anything." uuuggghhhh.... ang yabang mo ah dude. sb ko, "kaw bahala, kaw ung leader db? decide..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt get any sleep that night... tuloy tuloy hanggng monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang masakit sa ginawa is that he was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. very cool bout it,&lt;br /&gt;2. he didnt apologize, didn't even acknowlegde my research/work,&lt;br /&gt;3. he called me a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get to school saktong 9 am for Theo, may quiz. I get to ACB and i see my blockmates walking in the lobby. ang ganda ng greeting sakin, "Tippi! No Theo and APS today!" i swear, if only there weren't any people there, i would've broken down and cried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabe... so yeah... life's a bitch...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-112834257495018684?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/112834257495018684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=112834257495018684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/112834257495018684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/112834257495018684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/10/lifes-bitch.html' title='Life&apos;s A Bitch'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398250.post-112825634549893455</id><published>2005-10-02T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T19:59:31.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; im over it... i think.... uugghh, whatever... &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-112825634549893455?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/112825634549893455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=112825634549893455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/112825634549893455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/112825634549893455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-over-it.html' title=''/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398250.post-112740459311177124</id><published>2005-09-22T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T23:58:18.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have 10 minutes more before my birthdy ends, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harharhar :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thank you so much to everyone who greeted me today!!! I love you guys soooo much!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm 18!!! waaaaa!!! hehehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-112740459311177124?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/112740459311177124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=112740459311177124' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/112740459311177124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/112740459311177124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-have-10-minutes-more-before-my.html' title=''/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398250.post-112610168315351763</id><published>2005-09-07T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T22:11:23.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pictures!!! Yey!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/331/443/1600/DSC02368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/331/443/320/DSC02368.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/331/443/1600/35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/331/443/320/35.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/331/443/1600/DSC02686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/331/443/320/DSC02686.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR MORE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sytippi.multiply.com"&gt;http://sytippi.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-112610168315351763?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/112610168315351763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=112610168315351763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/112610168315351763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/112610168315351763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-pictures-yey.html' title='&lt;center&gt;New Pictures!!! Yey!!!&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398250.post-112527748621002675</id><published>2005-08-29T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T09:04:46.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/331/443/1600/CLitt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/331/443/320/CLitt.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Putik!!! Cute is an understatement!!! Aaaaahhh!!! hehehehe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;from erv's xanga&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna say... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO SCHOOL!!! hahaha&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-112527748621002675?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/112527748621002675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=112527748621002675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/112527748621002675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/112527748621002675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/08/putik-cute-is-understatement-aaaaahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398250.post-112521305636098262</id><published>2005-08-28T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T16:12:03.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/331/443/1600/poink__.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/331/443/320/poink__.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/331/443/1600/poink-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/331/443/320/poink-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boredom can really make you do the weirdest things.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I took this using my mom's phone. We were on our way to Ateneo to fetch my brothers.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;~..;+_+;..~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I studying in the right school? Am I taking the right course?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;~..;+_+;..~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"BobbyLou's"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around three weeks ago, my friends and I decided to try out this new food joint in the Tents. Their "specialty"? Seven-inch hotdogs. No, you don't need your glasses. No, there's nothing in your eyes. You read it right, 7-inch hotdogs. And they're not bad. It looked as if young entrepreneurs owned the place, and I think they were also the ones that handled everything that day. The guys that took our orders were quite fluent in english and were really nice. So why am I writing about this? We'll get to that in a few. After about a few minutes of waiting for our orders, we decided to just eat what we bought at the caf. As we got to the school's lobby, i suddenly remembered something. I forgot to pay! After leaving my things at the caf, I ran back to BobbyLou's. And our conversation went like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "Excuse me, I'm so sorry! I forgot to pay!"&lt;br /&gt;nice guy: "Oh really? Uh, Steph right?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "Yup!" &lt;i&gt;I hand him the money&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice guy: &lt;i&gt;hands me my change&lt;/i&gt; "Well you're a good citizen Steph! Thanks!" &lt;i&gt;hmmm... i wasn't expecting that answer... teehee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "Thanks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, I don't think I'll ever forget this. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;~..;+_+;..~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"A-Camp"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Outlook Resort, Antipolo&lt;br /&gt;August 20-21, 2005&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy shit happened during our AIESEC Assimilation Camp. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I got wet &lt;i&gt;twice&lt;/i&gt;! First was when the officers inititated us. Second was when I had to jump into the pool for one of the stages in Amazing Race. It was a good thing I decided not to pack light! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Karake nights mga chong! hahaha Now &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; KTV machine was scandalous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ the AIESEC kada!!! SM, Chey, Amy, Raymir, Angelo, and yours truly. We thank you! Bow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-112521305636098262?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/112521305636098262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=112521305636098262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/112521305636098262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/112521305636098262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/08/boredom-can-really-make-you-do.html' title=''/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398250.post-112507750045501685</id><published>2005-08-27T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T01:31:40.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's 1:36 in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why the hell am i still awake???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oki....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing left to do then = sleep....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ima post again later... mwah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-112507750045501685?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/112507750045501685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=112507750045501685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/112507750045501685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/112507750045501685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-136-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-112316192819711213</id><published>2005-08-04T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T21:25:28.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayayay!!!</title><content type='html'>oki... that has been becoming my favorite word these past few days... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... 'sup?! hahaha ok, serious na toh! *ehem, ehem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaacccckkk!!! di ko kaya!!! hahaha basta, go with the flow nlng... again, *ehem, ehem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aug 3, 2005 - APS LONG TEST&lt;br /&gt;ayayay!!! pare, 6-9 pm ung test, grabe na toh chong... i knew that the test would be hard, but i never thought i would be maximizing the time she (my prof) gave us! okay, so we started at around 6:30... delayed... and i finished like 8:45 or 8:50... i was one of the last few people left... hahaha i wonder how that makes me look??? smart or slow??? hmmm... well, Schoof finished after me, so i guess its safe to say that smart would be the answer.... hahaha yeah, dream on right?! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oki, for pics... check out my multiply... yey! haha ;p&lt;br /&gt;http://sytippi.multiply.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to nyoy volante right now... in the mood for senti... haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for RENT the movie!!! it was love at first hear (what the?!?!?!?!) when i heard the soundtrack, it was love at first sight when i saw the play! *sigh* sana lalaki nlng kc ung RENT db, para masaya... *oki... enough nyoy, this is a sign... hahaha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now listening to john legend... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay... nonsense entry... hahah cge, sa susunod nlng aking mga fans... hahaha joke! *i thank you, bow!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-112316192819711213?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/112316192819711213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=112316192819711213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/112316192819711213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/112316192819711213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/08/ayayay.html' title='Ayayay!!!'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398250.post-112277499447837574</id><published>2005-07-31T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T09:56:34.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brighter, Lighter Side of Things</title><content type='html'>i have decided to lighten up. yup, thnx to an article i read yesterday in Inquirer's Super! (i love saturdays haha). so here'a a list of things, i know, have made me happy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i've lost 3 lbs!!! yeah baby! *i thank you, bow!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince  -  i got it the week before last (see?! i told you i love saturdays haha) and finished it last monday (thank you SONA! haha). yey!!! i know i could've finished it earlier but lam niyo na, school *ehem* ;D finishing the book was bittersweet. i loved it, loved it, loved it!!! pero... ang tagal pa ng book 7! waaaa.... *sigh* i guess i'll have to be patient and occupy myself with other books 'til then... hehehe Tuesdays with Morrie, here i come! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. last friday's Fil class was free cut so it was off to Katips after lunch! yey! i met up with Best JJ and had fries like crazy hahaha met her blockmates and they were pretty cool, nice peepz! hehe then i saw dear brother at Mcdo too and met some of his friends. Keith, as usual, was annoying me like there was no tomorrow (okay, a bit of an exaggeration, i admit...). I also met up with Claire, a friend of mine from the workshops. missed her to bits! it was really nice talking to her again. sayang 'la si Llora and Lance, reunion na sana! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. in approximately a month and a half, i will be celebrating my 18th birthday! yey again for me! hahaha i'm so excited for my debut. the theme: Bohemian. i told my friends about it and they were like, "Bohemian?! Tippi, I love!!!" hahaha i'm glad they're cool with it, haha it won't be as much fun though, a few of my friends have gone to the States so obviously they can't come. *sigh* speaking of friends in the States, i just want to say, "Rol, Maxi, Donna, Erv, Nansi!!! miss ko na kayo!!!" hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i got a 1.75 in my first paper for APS!!! (thanks mom!) i was so freaked out that i wouldn't get a high grade, i didn't want to disappoint my 'rents and myself anymore. it was a good thing i had a really good judge while i was writing my paper (yup, my mom hehe). sayang, mas mataas sana grade ko kung 'di lng sa conclusion. my prof told me that i started my paper really well but my conclusion was a bit short. at least now i know what to do the next time i write a paper, hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. my work at ABS is so much fun! i'm so blessed to have been given this oppurtunity. the class i'm handling is Performing Arts. the instructors are really nice and this time its with teens so there's less stress (and less pimples teehee!) for me. haha i'm excited for Sir Ron's class, i can't wait 'til we start our practical exercises. I've heard really good things about his acting class from my brother since he was Sir Ron's TA last summer. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. i have people who love me and i have people to love. hehe *smooshy moment, i know... haha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. i'm ALIVE! what more can i ask for?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there, only 8 but there's still a lot more that i can put down. it's just that it's geek mode time and i still have a long test to prepare for. hehehe i hope you guys can do this too to help you whenever you feel like the whole world is on your shoulders. think of at at least three things that have made you happy and i'm sure you'll feel better in no time. brighter side of things people, brighter side. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-112277499447837574?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/112264451562580113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/112264451562580113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-112134659566233989</id><published>2005-07-14T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T21:14:00.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/2118/640/uniporme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/2118/320/uniporme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell Week Day 1: the girls of Block B in our high school uniforms [(l-r) mabie, kamz, miko, chey, cathy, yours truly, pat, jhajha, nessy] &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-112134659566233989?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398250.post-112081622165929559</id><published>2005-07-08T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T17:50:21.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummin'</title><content type='html'>at my blockmate's condo right now... it's at Pacific Place so it's super near campus hehe so... i'm preeeeetty bored right now... got nothin to do... 6 pa ung party for the freshmen sa sch eh... hehe had LaPaz Batchoy for merienda from mini stop...yum.... hehehe blockmates are all watching The Grudge.... i'm just peeking from the comp... i get freaked out easily so... yeah... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so guess who I am today?! for Hell Week I mean... hehehe I'm Wednesday Addams from the Addams family... i got the braids and the shoes... basta... complete outfit... hahaha pwede naman fantasy character... kaya, ayun... hahaha yesterday was retro. tapos parehong pareho ung outfit namin ni Nessy!!! in the words of Pat, "Para kayong sasayaw!" hahaha i'll post pics soon... wasn't able to bring my camera, low batt kc... sigh... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabe! freaky tlga ng The Grudge! decided to watch na... teehee i haven't screamed like that since What Lies Beneath... hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-112081622165929559?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/112081622165929559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=112081622165929559' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/112081622165929559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/112081622165929559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/07/bummin.html' title='Bummin&apos;'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398250.post-112047595333276217</id><published>2005-07-04T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T19:19:13.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Freshmen Infusion Week (July 4-8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sched:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Day 1 (Mon) – high school uniform&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 (Tues) – filipiniana&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 (Thur) – retro wear&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 (Fri) – superhero costume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FYI:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We, the Freshmen, are the servants of our masters, the Juniors.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have to wear the assigned “uniforms”.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So okay, I’m eager and yet anxious. I just got back from school and wearin’ my uniform all over again made me feel nostalgic. I really miss high school. Who doesn’t naman diba? I forgot my camera, damn it! It was a good thing Chey brought hers, e-mail nlng. hehehe It was cool seeing the whole block/the freshmen in their uniforms. There were so many similar uniforms! And me?? I became such a standout because aside from the fact that I’m the only female Judenite in UA&amp;P, uniform ko lng yung long sleeved! hahaha It was fun while it lasted though. And I didn’t have to think about what to wear to school today, so that’s less stress for me, teehee Question is: “What the hell am I going to wear in the next three days???” hahaha I guess that’s why its called “Hell Week”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys have any ideas on what I could wear, especially for Superhero Day, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;L&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! hehehe &lt;strong&gt;Suggestions&lt;/strong&gt; are welcomed! Thanks so much!!! mwah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BTW, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;b&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;d &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;p&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; b&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;h&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to my friends &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roxy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shao&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ate Yang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! Hope you guys had a good one! hehehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-112047595333276217?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/112047595333276217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=112047595333276217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/112047595333276217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/112047595333276217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/07/hell-week.html' title='Hell Week'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-111796105629096494</id><published>2005-06-05T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T17:45:17.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Namiss Niyo 'Ko Noh?! *wink*</title><content type='html'>yes, people... i am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! how long has it been?! (wait... lemme check... ) aaaccckkk!! almost &lt;strong&gt;three&lt;/strong&gt; months! hahaha wunderbar! well... a lot has happened since the last time i blogged. so a word of caution to all: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;LONG ENTRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; teehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Gr&lt;em&gt;a&lt;/em&gt;d&lt;em&gt;ua&lt;/em&gt;t&lt;em&gt;io&lt;/em&gt;n D&lt;em&gt;a&lt;/em&gt;y &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;March 30, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's over, it's officially over! i am a certified high &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=SCHOOL" target="_blank"&gt;school&lt;/a&gt; graduate! hahaha i think i expected too much from graduation day. during practices i always tought that while &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=WALKING" target="_blank"&gt;walking&lt;/a&gt; up the stage i would be crying, check that, more like making &lt;em&gt;hagulgol&lt;/em&gt;. i really thought it was going to be extremely emotional considering we, as Judenites, have always waited for the day we would be able to escape H.E.L.L. hahaha but there weren't a lot of tears &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=SHED" target="_blank"&gt;shed&lt;/a&gt; that day. it was even while singing the chinese graduation song that i cried. actually, most of us did cry during the chinese song, maybe it was the thought that that would be our final chinese song, our final chinese anything in &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=SCHOOL" target="_blank"&gt;school&lt;/a&gt;. it was bittersweet come to think of it. haha funny, never thought that would happen. i guess we were just all so happy and relieved that it was all finally done with. and that we all knew that we would still be able to see each other again, not that often anymore but still. the things &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=TECHNOLOGY" target="_blank"&gt;technology&lt;/a&gt; will make you think, haha. Friendster, text and email does make the world an even smaller place. hehe (i hope you get the connection)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will surely miss my batchmates. i spent 13 years of my life with them , how could i not?! and H.E.L.L. (Haven for Education, Love and Learning)? well, it will always have a special place in my heart. Saint Jude Catholic &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=SCHOOL" target="_blank"&gt;School&lt;/a&gt; has transformed me into the person that i am today, and i will never trade that for anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;em&gt;o&lt;/em&gt;rksh&lt;em&gt;o&lt;/em&gt;ps @ &lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt;BS-CBN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;April '05 (Batch 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up at Workshops. eversince i was 11 i've been taking classes there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all st&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=ART" target="_blank"&gt;art&lt;/a&gt;ed with their summer camp at Ateneo with me taking up &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=ART" target="_blank"&gt;Art&lt;/a&gt; Classes. after that, it was basic streetdance for two years with my mentors Sir Jerome &amp; Sir JM. i became active again this summer and i'm i glad i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took intermediate streetdance with sir jerome. i missed my mentors so much... haha i met new friends and i developed my people skills. i was given the chance to join the opening number once again and it was such a honor. i was surprised that Sir RJ still new me, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo... opening number... grabe, i met so many new friends there. saya! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;May '05 (Batch 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I, along with my bro, was given the chance by Ma'm Bev to work as a training assistant for the workshops. Summer job! Weeee!!! hahaha And a job that i really love to do. imagine, i get paid and still get to participate in the workshops! I was assigned to workshops that i wasnt exactly very excited about 'cause well... hehe For the people who know me, i'm not exactly the most girly girl in whole universe. I get along with boys more often than girls. hahaha But not to be misled, i'm still "truly madly crazily in love" with Brent Javier, hahaha! My mornings would be streetdance kids with my brother, and my afternoons would either be modeling or imaging. I know, they're trying to transform me into a girl for good, haha! But you know what? I don't regret having to be given those classes. The classes helped me so much in building my confidence and i guess it was also time for me to try out something other than my usual performing arts. Imaging was quite interesting actually. I got to try on colored contact lenses! It was kinda hard trying them on at first, but after a few tries, i was able to "see the world in a whole new perspective". :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I got to be part of the opening number again, and now i was part of the screening team too, hahaha On the day of the auditions, i was surprised to see two workshoppers that were part of the opening number last april. They were there to help in the auditions, hahaha naks naman! asenso! Their names? Lance and Shaw (ahem...Sir Shaw! hahaha). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We became pretty close, and to think that last april we weren't even on speaking terms, we just knew each other's faces and names, hahaha Just to prove that "its a small world after all" (teehee), i met some new friends that were related to some people that i already knew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ex: Razy and Roselyn Estella -&gt;&gt; cousins of Royce Estella, my batchmate and friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;       Jerene and Jenica Tan -&gt;&gt; cousins of Kaye Tan, fellow Judenite, and my bestfriend JJ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my coworkers (naks!) or fellow TA's were really nice to us even if we were just new and were never oriented properly. They helped us with stuff that we weren't quite familiar with and gave us a few pointers so that wouldn't be "guidanced" (hahaha, ate tin! ;P). Our bosses (Ma'm Bev, Sir JV, Sir Oz &amp; Sir RJ) were really nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The CCAI Workshops@ABS-CBN Staff:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma'm Bev&lt;/strong&gt; - i admire this woman very much. she's one strongwilled, kind, incredible lady. And i can't thank her enough for giving me the chance to become a TA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sir JV&lt;/strong&gt; - Ste-fanny! hahaha This guy is so much fun, sasakit ang tiyan mo pag kasama niyo siya! Heelys!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sir Oz&lt;/strong&gt; - the phrase most appropriate for this dude: "silent but deadly" hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sir RJ&lt;/strong&gt; - After all these years, i'm surprised that he still remembers me, hahaha Fashion guru!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma'm Joan&lt;/strong&gt; - super duper bait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma'm Erma&lt;/strong&gt; - (Cheeno!!! teehee jk!) official Floor Director ng bayan! teehee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma'm May&lt;/strong&gt; - mommy ni NikNok (official baby ng ccai teehee)!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma'm Cecil&lt;/strong&gt; - the quiet, shy type, teehee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Training Assistants:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ate Oda&lt;/strong&gt; - The Diva!!! Most Outstanding Senior Training Assistant! naks! teehee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ate Xtine&lt;/strong&gt; - "E-key!!!" Cheekbones! teehee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ate Ara&lt;/strong&gt; - pretty lady!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mama Ria&lt;/strong&gt; - mommy ng lahat! teehee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kuya Neil&lt;/strong&gt; - "Yeah, yeah, yeah!" "Sosyal!" "Sobrahan na!" hahaha audio partner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kuya Rhy&lt;/strong&gt; - "Bakit ngayon ka lang..." "Kahit kailan... Hanggang sa muli.....ah!" doesn't really wanna be called "kuya" hahaha super lambing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kuya Joem&lt;/strong&gt; - our beloved Pipi2! teehee! future leading man! fans club! hahaha "Shoo... shoo!" hahaha Most Outstanding Junior Training Assistant! (1st place yan, tapos i came in third... teehee!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kuya Chester&lt;/strong&gt; - "Shhhhh... guys, quiet..." hahahaha pinaka kulit na nilalang sa buong mundo! hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kuya Zuher&lt;/strong&gt; - SCQ! haha crush ng bayan! fans club! hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheeno&lt;/strong&gt; - the only dude that's older than me that i don't call kuya... hahaha Mr. Lupang Hinirang! teehee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Gosh! I miss these guys uber, to the max, super, as in over na!!! I miss all my friends sa workshops! grabe... *sigh* Well... there's my summer summary hahaha i'll try to be more active now... just was really busy... teehee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In the next entries to come, watch out for news on my college life and how i'm trying to survive in this jungle... teehee &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;GUYS!!!&lt;/span&gt; Watch out for my &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;KUYA RHY&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The Search for the Star in A Million!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't Forget!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Rhyan Herbert Duya!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-111796105629096494?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/111796105629096494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=111796105629096494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/111796105629096494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/111796105629096494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/06/namiss-niyo-ko-noh-wink.html' title='Namiss Niyo &apos;Ko Noh?! *wink*'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-111044584084731400</id><published>2005-03-10T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T17:10:40.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aaaaaaaaaaacchhhooooo!!!</title><content type='html'>oh-kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have officially finished&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;two &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;boxes AND &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; rolls of tissue paper in a span of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;5 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (im already on my 3rd, btw). great. my high school life is finally over and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;i get sick??? wunderbar people!!! wunderbar!!! (im not quite sure of the spelling actually... hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like it when i get the sniffles (well, who does???). i sneeze constantly even if im not sick since my nose absolutely hates and abhors dust, what more if i am??? just this morning, i sneezed &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; consecutive times! yup... they don't call me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;sneezy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Love, like rain, can nourish from above, drenching couples with a soaking joy."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br&gt;- "The Five People You Meet In Heaven" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Mitch Albom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finished reading the book and i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it. &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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Tuesdays with Morrie"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/8398250-111044584084731400?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/111044584084731400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=111044584084731400' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/111044584084731400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/111044584084731400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/03/aaaaaaaaaaacchhhooooo.html' title='aaaaaaaaaaacchhhooooo!!!'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398250.post-111037217757634798</id><published>2005-03-09T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T21:17:10.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bOrEdOm StRiKeS aGaIn!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You Are Boyish Sexy&lt;/h2&gt;You're the kind of girl who gets along with all the boysWhether it's holding your own in a game of touch football...Or kicking some major butt while playing Xbox.You hang with the guys easily, while still keeping your girly sexiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/sexyquiz.html"&gt;What Kind of Sexy Are You? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Find the Love of Your Life (and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/boyish-sexy.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You are a Tomboy Girl!&lt;/h2&gt;Instead of flirting, you tend to pal around with the guys you crush on.And why not? You can hold your own in sports, video games, and gross out contests.Just make sure and suprise them with a touch of girlishness every once and a while.Then you'll be treated like the hottie you are - not like one of the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/kindgirlquiz.html"&gt;What Kind of Girl Are You? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Find the Love of Your Life (and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/tomboy-girl.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Your Inner Muse is Thalia&lt;/h2&gt;You are most like this playful muse of comedy.&lt;br /&gt;Life is all about laughter to you, and you're a natural comic.&lt;br /&gt;You make people laugh until their sides split.&lt;br /&gt;And you're always up for some play time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/whatmuseareyouquiz"&gt;What Muse Are You? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Find the Love of Your Life (and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr2/thalia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Your Scent is Mango&lt;/h2&gt;Sultry, sweet, and mellow&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy every moment of life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/whatscentareyouquiz"&gt;What Scent Are You? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Find the Love of Your Life (and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr2/mango.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You are Milk Chocolate&lt;/h2&gt;A total dreamer, you spend most of your time with your head in the clouds.You often think of the future, and you are always working toward your ideal life.Also nostelgic, you rarely forget a meaningful moment... even those from long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/kindofchocolatequiz"&gt;What Kind of Chocolate Are You? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Find the Love of Your Life (and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr2/milk-chocolate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You Are a Soft Kisser&lt;/h2&gt;Your kissing style is understated, but effective&lt;br /&gt;You give soft, sweet, and soulful kisses to your special guy&lt;br /&gt;And that's the key: he's got to be special to get your kiss&lt;br /&gt;Because you don't just go around kissing anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/kissingstylequiz"&gt;What's Your Kissing Style? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Find the Love of Your Life (and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr2/soft-kisser.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Your Passion is Purple!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a ton of passion, but you don't always wear it on your sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;If something truly excites you, you let your inner intensity shine through.&lt;br /&gt;But otherwise, your passion tends to morph into energy ... which you never lack.&lt;br /&gt;You're a balanced woman, knowing when to turn on the fire in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/passionatequiz.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Color is Your Passion? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/"&gt;Find the Love of Your Life &lt;br /&gt;(and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/purple-passion.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-111037217757634798?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/111037217757634798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=111037217757634798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/111037217757634798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/111037217757634798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/03/boredom-strikes-again.html' title='bOrEdOm StRiKeS aGaIn!!!'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-111029854902639787</id><published>2005-03-08T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T00:15:49.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gOoDnEsS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; new things i&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;goodness!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;murder!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its over. its finally o-v-e-r. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;grabe&lt;/em&gt;! i never thought this could happen... hahaha well... actually... yeah, i did, just adding a little drama to this entry, hahaha so... last saturday was my last exam -- last exam in high school, last exam in my senior year, but most importantly, my last exam in chinese (forever!!! well... at least i hope so, hahaha) ! its kinda bittersweet though (did i just say that?!?) ... haha how ironic! you spend thirteen years (more or less) of your life despising it and here you are, here I AM, saying that i'm gonna miss it, hahaha the crazy things that can happen to you... sigh.... hahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;last saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after our exam was all done, we headed back to the classroom to do our fittings for the toga we're going to use on our graduation day (duh?! &lt;em&gt;kailan pa ba&lt;/em&gt;??? hahaha). the whole classroom had lunch at mcdo. one piece chicken meal for everyone!!! hahaha damn, im gonna miss that mcdo, so many crazy memories, so many twister fries, so many mcflurries with fries (yum!), so many.... so many calories gained.... hahahaha anyhoo... instead of the usual half day, we had to stay till 4 since we had to prep the THE lab for our simulation. useless. wasn't able to do anything at once since the lab door was locked and we couldn't find ms. alamo. oh well... haha so what i did instead was hung around the classroom with my other classmates who were having there defense that day. around 3, isis was starting to make &lt;em&gt;kulit&lt;/em&gt; (hehe) that i had to change &lt;em&gt;na &lt;/em&gt;so we could leave early and get to greenhills in time. question was, "how could we leave if my car still wasn't there?" hahaha besides, the other HS levels just finished having their mass and i had to get the payment of some of my 3rd year friends who were gonna eat at our simulation so that their "reservations" won't get cancelled. needless to say i was only able to fix myself up at around 4. after getting everything settled, we "fetched" miks, harvey and johan at the lab. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we arrived at gh at around 5. traffic! anyhoo, we didn't need to buy tickets anymore since my mom bought the tickets for us &lt;em&gt;na&lt;/em&gt;. (thank you!!) funny thing happened just as we arrived. some guy approached sheryl and i saying he was roaming around for a fund raising thing blah blah... well, naturally, &lt;em&gt;nagulat kami ni&lt;/em&gt; she, &lt;em&gt;di naman kasi kami sanay sa ganun&lt;/em&gt;... hahaha it was a good thing &lt;em&gt;lumapit si &lt;/em&gt;miks &lt;em&gt;samin&lt;/em&gt;, so&lt;em&gt; kami naman ni&lt;/em&gt; she, &lt;em&gt;pasimpleng parang tinawag kami ni&lt;/em&gt; sis... hahaha bad, i know, &lt;em&gt;pero&lt;/em&gt; you never know, the world is a cruel place, something might happen to sheryl and i... we're too young to die!!! (aaaacccckkk!!! drama!!! hahahaha) you know... we're just trying to be careful. hehe &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so, we had an hour to spare before the movie. yup... you guessed it... shopping!!! mwahaha i mean, why go to gh in the first place if you won't be able to shop?!? haha so the guys went their seperate ways and we headed to tiangge to spend some hard earned &lt;em&gt;pera&lt;/em&gt;. hahaha jj was hunting for a bag, i was hunting for my beloved tees and racerbacks, hahaha saw some nice stuff. the barkada was complete so we bought some matching earrings (that i'm wearing right now, btw) and some pendants with our initials. (so girlaloosh!!! hahaha) i wasnt able to buy anything aside from that when we met up with the guys. until...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we decided to just buy snacks and have dinner after the movie instead. while they were buying our food, jj pulled me to one of the shops 'cause she saw a nice bag and wanted to ask for my opinion. after deciding that it was too m uch for a bag that she didn't "fall in love" with, we went to one of the shops that had a blouse that i was eyeing on. just when i was about to fit it in the dressing room (of course!), the third button of my polo detached itself!!! goodness!!! i had no choice but to buy another top. i ended up with a nice blue racer with some beads sewed onto it. 650 pesos... down the drain... but the was nice, just a little over my budget. the top i was telling you about, the one before the " accident", never got it, damn... hahaha but here's the thing. just as the lady cut the tag, jill suddenly said, "&lt;em&gt;ay&lt;/em&gt;!!!&lt;em&gt; may extra pala ako na &lt;/em&gt;blouse&lt;em&gt; sa &lt;/em&gt;bag &lt;em&gt;ko&lt;/em&gt;!!!" &lt;em&gt;wala na... nagupit na yung &lt;/em&gt;tag... sigh... hahahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;isis and the others were about to enter the theatre when we arrived. as i was approaching them, sis started calling out my name, well, not exactly my name... she started saying, "paninery!!!" now when sis starts to shout my name, something's up. i may not realize it at once, but, you know, something's up. hahaha i was looking around when i saw miks talking to someone. i didn't have my glasses so the face was a bit blurred. and then i recognize the guy. hahaha i waved and said hi, but, di ako pinansin! hahaha i don't think he recognized me since we've only seen each other once. hahaha (if you're reading this, ba't mo ko snob?! :c hahaha :p) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we watched Hitch, btw. and i really liked it!!! hahaha so many nice quotes. anyhoo, we ate dinner at burgoo and got mine for free, because, &lt;em&gt;nilibre ako ni &lt;/em&gt;miks!!! hahah i had a great time with my friends! again, again!!! i don't like bein' just at home this summer. i need to go out and do nsomething productive or else i'll go crazy! well, i already am, but you know, i don't want to go as far as ending-up in the psychiatric ward, hehehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so there, that was my&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. i still have classes tom(ughh... graduation practice..), time to meme... til next... au revoir!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;oh yeah... THE simulation in the next entry.... mwehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-111029854902639787?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/111029854902639787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=111029854902639787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/111029854902639787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/111029854902639787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/03/goodness.html' title='gOoDnEsS!!!'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-110984414689052523</id><published>2005-03-03T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T18:02:26.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it. a lot.&lt;br /&gt;should i act like a spoiled brat right now and tell you (yes, you), that i don't want to leave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afraid of what's to come. afraid to be alone. afraid to not fit in. afraid to be rejected.&lt;br /&gt;afraid... i am much afraid of the road that is winding before me. a road that leads me to uncharted territory. somewhere unknown and unfamiliar to the "happy", the "safe" that i know now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does it have to be bittersweet? black coffee and candy don't mix. why should it be bittersweet??? why should this be bittersweet???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to miss! i don't want to say goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-110984414689052523?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/110984414689052523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=110984414689052523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/110984414689052523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/110984414689052523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-hate-it.html' title=''/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398250.post-110981786169497086</id><published>2005-03-03T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T10:44:21.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A BEACON OF LIGHT FLICKERING IN THE DARK (an attempt to review the seniors' play) By: Mrs. Rowena Ramos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The passion play recently held by the seniors was a revelation of sorts. It was a fitting finale for a 13 year, colorful, fun-filled and wonderful stay in St. Jude. It was exhilarating to see how one scene smoothly led to the other; the seniors evolving, growing with the character. Had I not known that these actors were my students, I would have believed for one second that they are amateur stage players. But what was exceedingly beautiful was to witness how one actor complimented the other, never competing, never trying to eclipse the other in an attempt to upstage or outshine. It was like watching an orchestra where every member was in harmony with the rest to produce a musically concordant sound, never cacophonous. They were just playing their roles to the hilt, giving justice to the role assigned to them so that even the bit players came out so well and stood out even in the midst of the ordinariness and minuteness of their role. It was just magical to see the seniors bloom and unfold with such glamour and finesse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The play has succeeded in giving the audience a sense of awe and wonder, of anticipation, of inimitable interest which is crucial to hold the attention of a very critical audience. I have prepared myself to expect nothing spectacular or miraculous but what begun to unfold before me was a blend of rhythm, style, poignant characterization and yet bringing home the message uniquely embedded in any passion play. It was fast paced, unpretentious, credible yet very simple .Its simplicity was glaringly appealing. Minimalism aptly described the set and props. The stage was made to look smaller and closer to the audience .This in keeping with the trend in plays nowadays; to focus on the performance while the stage takes a backseat but not really neglecting the essentials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It strove to satisfy the discriminating taste of its youthful audience via the inclusion of Broadway numbers but never forgetting the most important message. There was a valiant effort to sway the audience to look at the passion of Christ with a new perspective, with the lens of hope, love and optimism. Noteworthy is the resurrection which was expressed via the dynamism of the dance and the presence of Christ. It was enough to paint the glorious aftermath of the salvific act of Christ. I came out of the auditorium with a renewed sense of conviction and euphoria, not saddled and afflicted with pain and suffering. As a Religion teacher, this part is the crux of any discussion and review of the play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Furthermore, the play has changed forever the tone and texture of the succeeding plays. If I may humbly say, that it has become the trendsetter, the yardstick by which succeeding plays will be gauged. There was never a dull moment. One scene smoothly glided into the next, bringing new heights of interests and expectations without let up. I only hope that the next performers will find inspiration in your work and attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While there are small loopholes, I was ready to overlook them in view of the over-all impact of the play. There was the technical disruption which stalled the play for some seconds; there were times when the actors forgot that they have an audience, absorbed in their own roles; there were misplaced reactions and small items here and there that could have merited some attention. But there are two major things that areCrucial for me in the play that I wanted to discuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First, Mary Magdalene was inadvertently called a prostitute. To set the record straight, nowhere in the gospels was she identified as such. It was a misreading of the text that calls her a sinner. It would be an act of injustice to perpetuate a misconception that is a product of misinformation. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Secondly, the play was supposed to have been narrated with the perspective of Judas Iscariot. However there were instances which could never have been witnessed or known to Judas. The primordial criterion of selecting the narrator should have been somebody who was with him from the very start or at least the beginning of his ministry. Another option is to unveil the faith proclamation of a bystander who is originally detached from the unfolding drama but became increasingly involved which leads to a dramatic metanoia in his life.&lt;br /&gt;Please allow me to indulge a little on the performance of the major actors who shone brightly in their individual roles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DIMITRI ROLEDA as JUDAS ISCARIOT has impressed me. He came across as a very intense performer, giving justice to a very difficult role. I saw a profusion of emotions and for one brief moment, the audience identified with his anguish and soul- searching. The blend of a beautiful face coupled with the gut-wrenching confusion, depicted in stark detail, the nuances of Judas Iscariot’s complex personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MIKHAIL UY as PONTIUS PILATE has been effective in eliciting from the audience a feeling of distaste bordering to wrath at his seeming indifference over the fate of Jesus. He communicated with his unique brand of interpretation the detachment and hauteur, typical of a Roman official at that time. Passionate yet single-minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THEO TAN as KING HEROD was the scene stealer who gave a fresh interpretation to the despotic Herod in his song and dance number. We got a glimpse of the psyche of a ruler who is motivated by power yet appeared nonchalant, almost casual about the whole thing but his personal agenda was never far behind. Funny but effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JOHN LAWRENCE CRUZ as CAIAPHAS and ARVIN ANG as ANNAS were intense and unmitigated. It is a sheer pleasure to see students transformed with their credible characterization. Had I not known them, I would have believed for one moment that they were capable of such ruthless monstrosity .They brilliantly exuded the haughty demeanor of the High Priests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PAULO COBANKIAT, PAULO MARQUEZ and KEVIN ONG AS HIGH PRIESTS. They perfectly fit the role as if it was tailor-made for them. They were not just play acting their parts. They have actually internalized their parts so well that for a fleeting second, I could not separate the students from their characters. They were effectual in portraying the kind of sinister power that Jesus was up with during his time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THERESE GRUBA as MARY MAGDALENE. She has successfully painted a woman who is helplessly torn, distressed and in pain. Her interpretation of a woman devoted to her master was unsullied, pure and unmistakable that belied the intensity of her emotions with such astounding force. Her characterization was like a fresh breath of air that swept everybody by surprise. Her role and presence gave balance to an otherwise, male dominated play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PORFIRIO BELGICA III as JESUS was in his best element. He gave a new twist to the usual interpretation of Jesus. His portrayal showed impenetrable strength yet sprinkled it with a lot of compassion and gentleness. He might appear passive initially but his presence was strong and distinct. Nobody could have done it better than the way he essayed it so effortlessly. It was like having access to the historical Jesus. Knowing that he is one of the directors, one begins to wonder how he could have excelled in two equally demanding major parts at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let me congratulate the directors for their crucial role in the success of “Jesus Christ Superstar.” They have set a standard that is quite difficult to follow. Their dedication to their craft; the research that went into the making of the script; their passion for excellence and their commitment to give us a play that is unforgettable were all deeply entrenched in the product that we all witnessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lest I forget, a lot of credit goes to the producer, Mrs. Genalyn Alfonso for her tireless efforts, indomitable spirit and unwavering support to the seniors. She has been with the group from day one and has relentlessly guided them in their quest for perfection. Mentors like her are hard to come by and it is a joy to see that a lot of students are actually touched from her insurmountable sacrifice and dedication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, to all those who made up the play, from the actors to the directors, from the stage crew to the different committee heads and managers, from the donors to the critics, hats off to you! You’ve done one hell of a job that your alma mater is proud of.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-110981786169497086?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/110981786169497086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=110981786169497086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/110981786169497086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/110981786169497086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/03/beacon-of-light-flickering-in-dark.html' title='A BEACON OF LIGHT FLICKERING IN THE DARK (an attempt to review the seniors&apos; play) By: Mrs. Rowena Ramos'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-110931724612133459</id><published>2005-02-25T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T15:43:15.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote id="64f2251e"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/2118/640/DSC01857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/2118/320/DSC01857.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion Play 2005 "Jesus Christ Superstar" &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-110931724612133459?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/110931724612133459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=110931724612133459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/110931724612133459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/110931724612133459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/02/passion-play-2005-jesus-christ_25.html' title=''/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-110931717828019498</id><published>2005-02-25T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T15:39:38.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/2118/640/DSC01865.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/2118/320/DSC01865.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion Play 2005 "Jesus Christ Superstar" : ayan! another one!!! wahaha&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-110931717828019498?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/110931717828019498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=110931717828019498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/110931717828019498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/110931717828019498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/02/passion-play-2005-jesus-christ.html' title=''/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-110931678043009477</id><published>2005-02-25T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T15:33:00.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/2118/640/DSC01803.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/2118/320/DSC01803.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at my house with the barkada (minus jill) (L-R): moi, sis, jj, she&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-110931678043009477?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/110931678043009477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=110931678043009477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/110931678043009477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/110931678043009477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/02/at-my-house-with-barkada-minus-jill-l.html' title=''/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-110931624764667356</id><published>2005-02-25T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T15:24:07.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/2118/640/DSC01823.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/2118/320/DSC01823.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JS Promenade 2005: jj &amp; moi&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-110931624764667356?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/110931624764667356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=110931624764667356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/110931624764667356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/110931624764667356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/02/js-promenade-2005-jj.html' title=''/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-110931609778563233</id><published>2005-02-25T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T15:21:37.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/2118/640/DSC01818.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/2118/320/DSC01818.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JS Promenade 2005 (L-R): moi, mommy d, watson, 'tsi bebe, rol&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-110931609778563233?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/110931609778563233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=110931609778563233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/110931609778563233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/110931609778563233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/02/js-promenade-2005-l-r-moi-mommy-d_25.html' title=''/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398250.post-110847019492323096</id><published>2005-02-15T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T20:23:14.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*masquerade!! paper faces on parade... *</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;i woke-up surprisingly early yesterday, despite my usual midnight bedtime. plus, i was in a good mood. hahaha anyway... i thought i was starting out the week right -- alive and eating my fave breakfast: bacon and eggs *yum! :D*. little did i know that i was in for something quite unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reached school at around 7, exited the car at the chruchyard and started my walk towards the gate. but there were things different from my typical routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;first:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; amidst the usual sea of green and white, there were now touches of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. "oo nga pala noh, Valentines today," was the first thought that crossed my mind when i saw familar faces selling roses by the church gate. i knew i wouldn't get anything from anyone yesterday, eversince &lt;em&gt;naman eh&lt;/em&gt;. i should've bet on it with miks, he kept insisting i would get something. &lt;em&gt;gago talaga yun!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;sayang&lt;/em&gt;, i could've gotten my twister fries! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;second:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; despite waking-up on the right side of the bed, i wasn't as hyper as i thought i would be. *ha, weird...* i was never like this the years before. i could care less if it was Valentines or not. &lt;em&gt;wala akong gana buong araw&lt;/em&gt;. and i don't freakin' know why! we have our Speech class every monday and i'm always hyper during that subject. yesterday, i wasn't. &lt;em&gt;yan tuloy,&lt;/em&gt; people noticed and kept askin' if there was anythinh wrong with me. &lt;em&gt;wala naman ah&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;d lang ako&lt;/em&gt; hyper, hahaha &lt;em&gt;hay&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;leche&lt;/em&gt;... i really hope it's only 'cause i was tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today... &lt;em&gt;la rin ako gana&lt;/em&gt;. why??? hmmm... its probably cause i haven't been eating my "daily dose" of peanut butter sandwiches during recess am, hahaha *kaya ka tumataba eh! hahaha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo... jill brought some of her delish cheesecake to school today and i got dibs on, well... the second bite... hahaha heaven &lt;em&gt;talaga ung&lt;/em&gt; cheesecake &lt;em&gt;niya&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;syempre&lt;/em&gt;, special share &lt;em&gt;kami ng barkada&lt;/em&gt;... mwehehe :good news though, 86 ako sa hua wun!!! hahaha &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; i lost the bet with miks -- by &lt;strong&gt;1 point&lt;/strong&gt;!!! now i owe him twister fries! damn... goodbye 45 pesos... waaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mildly sprained my ankle &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt; last saturday while performing the finale for our Passion Play *next week &lt;em&gt;na&lt;/em&gt;!!!*, the song's still stuck in my head actually... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*Jesus Christ, superstar... lalala...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched Phantom of the Opera last sunday. the way it was filmed was amazing! it was 95% like the play actually, its just that in the play, they never told the audience how the Phantom became the Phantom in the first place. i'm even more in love with the songs! hay... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*Say you'll love me every waking moment... *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna change my template... &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt;... i dunno how.... waaaaa... &lt;strong&gt;H-E-L-P&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prom's this saturday and i just recieved my invite yesterday. but this was how my partner handed it to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; it was recess pm and i just came from the THE lab. as i arrived at our floor, schubert told me that my partner was looking for me. i didn't know who he was actually, but was surprised that &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; recognized &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;. as he handed me the invite, he said, "Steph?" and left. &lt;em&gt;natakot ba naman sakin&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;em&gt;d naman ako mangangagat&lt;/em&gt;! hahaha i didn't even get the chance to say thanks. hahaha oh well, i hope on the day of the prom itself, things will be better. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till here... ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt; was the first tgh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-110847019492323096?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/110847019492323096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=110847019492323096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/110847019492323096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/110847019492323096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/02/masquerade-paper-faces-on-parade.html' title='*masquerade!! paper faces on parade... *'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-110700897328412783</id><published>2005-01-29T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T22:29:33.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oH yEaH!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OVERALL CHAMPIONS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;5TH YEAR&lt;/span&gt; in a row, baby!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes, we did it again. we've made history and we're damn proud of it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;go &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;SENIORS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; '05&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tIpPi wHo???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;here's a look at my UA&amp;P essay:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 22, 1987 was no ordinary date. In the wee hours of the morning that day, I had officially become part of human society. I became a Filipino citizen and was presented to the world as Stephanie Anne Guerrero Sy. But I am more often than not called by my nicknames: Tippi, Steph, Teppie, Sneezy, Alsa, and my personal favorite Misua (why they call me that is a mystery to me too). The list goes on, but who exactly am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frivolous. Artistic. Imaginative. Bookworm. Active. These are just some words that you can use to describe me. A lot of people say I take after my dad. My mom emphasizes this point by saying that I am a carbon copy of him, not just by looks, but also by the way I organize my things. I have never always had a fancy for books. My “addiction” for them came right after I read the very first page of Harry Potter. I was so enticed by it that I’ve never stopped since. I consider myself an artist. I love the idea of free expression, and my passion for art increases that love. My accomplishments in school have driven me to become a better person. They have helped me grow into someone I never thought I could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many goals in life that I want to attain. But whatever God has planned for me, I shall receive it wholeheartedly. I know that He will not let me be unguided in this journey. And once I feel contented, I know that I have done my part in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-110700897328412783?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/110700897328412783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=110700897328412783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/110700897328412783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/110700897328412783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/01/oh-yeah.html' title='oH yEaH!!!'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-110664831911091804</id><published>2005-01-25T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T18:30:18.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>men ArE from MaRs, women aRe from vEnUs... </title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;but strangely... i'm from the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;... haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are From the Sun&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/sun.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Of all your friends, you're the shining star.&lt;br /&gt;You're dramatic - loving attention and the spotlight.&lt;br /&gt;You're a totally entertainer and the life of the party.&lt;br /&gt;Watch out! The Sun can be stubborn, demanding, and flirty.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you're a great leader and great friend. The very best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/planetquiz.html"&gt;What Planet Are You From?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and they say i act &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... no wonder... explains the short term memory then.. wehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 20 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#0000cc;"&gt;20 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/app/&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Age Do You Act?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;true &lt;em&gt;ba&lt;/em&gt;??? drop me a line peepz! thnx!! wehe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-110664831911091804?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/110664831911091804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=110664831911091804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/110664831911091804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/110664831911091804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/01/men-are-from-mars-women-are-from-venus.html' title='men ArE from MaRs, women aRe from vEnUs... '/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-110648622600412428</id><published>2005-01-23T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T21:19:15.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>these are the best days of our lives</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;kester sent me some new songs last friday and i gotta hand it to him. the dude's got great taste in music. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;here are the songs he sent me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Taning&lt;/span&gt; by: Imago&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Time is Running Out&lt;/span&gt; by: Muse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Blue and Yellow&lt;/span&gt; by: The Used&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;In This Diary&lt;/span&gt; by: Ataris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i loved all the songs. i'm gonna buy Imago &lt;em&gt;na talaga&lt;/em&gt;. mwahaha kes sent me the lyrics of the one from Ataris coz he said &lt;em&gt;bagay daw sa&lt;/em&gt; batch &lt;em&gt;namin&lt;/em&gt;. the chorus is the nicest part. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here in this diary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I write you visions of my summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was the best I ever had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There were choruses and sing-alongs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that unspoken feeling &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of knowing that right now is all that matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the nights we stayed up talking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;listening to 80's songs;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and quoting lines from all those movies that we love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It still brings a smile to my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess when it comes down to it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Being grown up isn't half as fun as growing up: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;These are the best days of our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The only thing that matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;is just following your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and eventually you'll finally get it right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Breaking into hotel swimming pools,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and wreaking havoc on our world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hanging out at truck stops just to pass the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The black top's singing me to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lighting fireworks in parking lots,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;illuminate the blackest nights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cherry cokes under this moonlit summer sky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2015 Riverside, it's time to say, "goodbye."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get on the bus, it's time to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get it right [x2]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hay... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-110648622600412428?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/110648622600412428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=110648622600412428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/110648622600412428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/110648622600412428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/01/these-are-best-days-of-our-lives.html' title='these are the best days of our lives'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-110647311536384298</id><published>2005-01-23T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T17:38:35.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/2118/640/moi2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/51/2118/320/moi2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink and green... mwehehe&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-110647311536384298?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/110647311536384298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=110647311536384298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/110647311536384298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/110647311536384298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/01/pink-and-green.html' title=''/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-110644193807532188</id><published>2005-01-23T08:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T08:58:58.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weird....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;currently listening to &gt;&gt; Get Down On It by: Blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's a sunday and i'm up early.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wait! did i just put &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;early &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;in one sentence??? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;aaaaccckkkkk!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yup... i did... oi! &lt;em&gt;hay...&lt;/em&gt; i woke up at 'round 5 &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this morning and thought it was saturday. this has been happening to me the past few sundays and i don't get it. i slept late &lt;em&gt;naman&lt;/em&gt; last night. another concrete evidence that i am, in fact, weird.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but isn't everyone weird? what makes us weird is what makes us unique. but if everyone's unique, then it makes no difference. okay, &lt;em&gt;labo&lt;/em&gt;. and i'm contradicting myself &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ummm... let's put it this way. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;person A&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;unique&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;person B&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;unique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;person A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; person B&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;unique&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; unique&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so if they're equal, what makes them different from each other then?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hope that made some sense... mwehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-110644193807532188?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/110644193807532188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=110644193807532188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/110644193807532188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/110644193807532188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/01/weird.html' title='weird....'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-110605410660798536</id><published>2005-01-18T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T21:15:06.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;i forgot to make &lt;em&gt;kwento&lt;/em&gt;!!! mwehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;4B Moment of the Day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the classroom, i am seated at the 2nd to the last seat at the 3rd to the last row of the classroom (&lt;em&gt;haba nun ah&lt;/em&gt;! bad sentence construction! wahaha). seated behind me is carol. well, after our fil class &lt;em&gt;na&lt;/em&gt; last class &lt;em&gt;namin&lt;/em&gt; for the day, Watson comes to our area which includes the last three rows of the classroom and announces a joke to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watson: uy! uy! listen! anong hayop ang laging nagtatanong ng "bakit?" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last three rows: ano?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watson: unggoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(laughs)&lt;br /&gt;(it becomes a little quiet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carol (in a loud voice): bakit???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mwahahaha!!!! grabe na tohZ!!!! mwahahaha!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-110605410660798536?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/110605410660798536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=110605410660798536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/110605410660798536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/110605410660798536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/01/ay.html' title='ay!'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-110605238193520245</id><published>2005-01-18T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T20:46:21.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*yAwN*</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept at 2:30 yesterday. well, technically this morning actually and my eyes are startin' to give-up on me. i have so many things to do and i don't think i can do it all if i don't get just a little shut-eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got home at 8 today, practiced some ballroom for our batch presentation for the prom. who would've thought that a guy that plays sepak takraw (&lt;em&gt;tama ba&lt;/em&gt; spelling??) and is a black belt in teakwando be so good at ballroom dancing??? that is mr. ducay, our pehm teacher. if you see him in person, you'd never think this guy could dance. and i mean dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd better be off...&lt;br /&gt;aside from feeling weak... i'm still feelin a bit depressed about some stuff... long story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyt... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-110605238193520245?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/110605238193520245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=110605238193520245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/110605238193520245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/110605238193520245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/01/yawn.html' title='*yAwN*'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-110535772528997413</id><published>2005-01-10T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T19:48:45.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how do i feel?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;uncertain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;confused&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;reflective&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;frustrated&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the pain inside strangles me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the shade of this tree&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;does little to calm my soul.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my heart stays weak&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and it cries out loud.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but shrieks of sorrow &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;are muted by the crowd --&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;a parade of faces &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;smiling&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;laughing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;oblivious of the girl&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;agggghhhh.... talk about lame.... i can't even finish it....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i am so bored...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;useless entry... sorry...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-110535772528997413?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/110535772528997413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=110535772528997413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/110535772528997413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/110535772528997413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/01/how-do-i-feel.html' title='how do i feel?'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-110528324380628582</id><published>2005-01-09T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T23:11:14.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>five minutes pa, please...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;The planet Earth -- vast, dangerous, crazy. There are probably more words to describe the place where we evolve, but that's basically what's stuck in my head right now. Why? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't help but think of the future that lies ahead of me. Will i have one? Maybe, if the Lord decides not to take me away yet. As of this moment though, I am just savouring this instance where I can dream about what might happen next.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have roughly two months before I bid farewell the place i call my second home -- and it scares the shit out of me. It shouldn't be like this considering I've spent almost 13 agonizing &amp; painful years in the campus of SJCS. Believe me, a lot of people who study here can't wait to escape the toture. I'm one of the lucky ones who've barely survived. But seeing the same faces, same green &amp;amp; white color scheme, same H2O-less restrooms for (again) 13 years kind of makes things different. I'm gonna miss it, you know. And I think -- correction -- I believe that SJCS's partly to blame why I'm afraid of life after high school. How in the world will I survive COLLEGE??? *dan, dan, dan, dan.... cue lightning*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As a Judenite, you are essentially this -- sheltered. I never knew what a soiree was until I read an article about it in a magazine two years ago, I think. (Thank you Candy!) When we're in a party and we don't know anybody, the word "socialize" is not in our vocabulary. We basically just sit in one corner and try not to look stupid. There are a few lucky ones that do know how to get around, but sad to say, I am not one of them. I am only &lt;em&gt;ma-PR&lt;/em&gt; when I'm with somebody I know. It's 2005, I'm 17 &amp; boy, am I a shame. I should definitely change, dammit! Especially now that I'm pretty sure that my parents are going to enroll me in Ateneo even if I am a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Green Archer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Ateneo's Judenite population is fairly minute, so, yes, I am scared. Scared that I might not be able to make new friends. Scared that i won't be able to survive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The thrillseeker in me though tells me that it's just another rollercoaster. And i &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; rollercoasters! wehehe I know that God will not forget me. And at least I'll be able to broaden my circle of friends. (Friendster = heart) Things may never go as planned, but they all happen for a reason. So even if the planet Earth may be vast, dangerous &amp;amp; crazy, I might as well deal with it. It's what's making my life a little bit more colorful every single day that I get to wake-up to the sounds of my alarm clock &amp;amp; Yaya's constant bickering as I tell her, "&lt;em&gt;Sige na&lt;/em&gt;... five minutes &lt;em&gt;pa&lt;/em&gt;...please...."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-110528324380628582?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/110528324380628582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=110528324380628582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/110528324380628582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/110528324380628582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2005/01/five-minutes-pa-please.html' title='five minutes pa, please...'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-110510334695511063</id><published>2005-01-07T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T21:09:06.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm with sTuPid --&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;highlights of the day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Strike #2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after lunch, isis &amp; i decided to head to the CR first before going to the classroom. we passed through the other bridge, the one near the messhall, since it was closer. as i was going down the steps after the bridge, (yup... you guessed it...) i slipped! and at the second to the last step!!! wahaha that's the second time it happened to me! johan, bowen &amp;amp; llorca were behind us when it happened. i'm sure they got a laugh outta that... wahaha&lt;/p&gt;b. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SJCS Fair: Cancelled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ay, my gas&lt;/em&gt;... why??? damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Success!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yey! i got a 93 on my RHGP project!!! happy, happy... :) will be posting the pic as soon as i have my busted camera fixed... wehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Bon Voyage...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend of mine from Canada came home for Christmas a few weeks ago and he's leaving tom... it was nice seeing him again. he went to school this afternoon. wehehe have a safe trip tom!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there ya go... til next... ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td 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height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I PASSED &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;DE LA SALLE UNIVERSITY&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm sooooooooooo happy.... :D hoorah for me... wehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-110438313066416651?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/110438313066416651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=110438313066416651' title='0 Comments'/><link 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cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" align="center" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;damn, my neck hurts.... neway, i just finished watching one of my fave movies of all time, i'm kinda not sure of the title but i think its &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;My Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;basta&lt;/em&gt; its the one where macauley culkin dies cause he was stung by bees... wehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;yeah, i know, i haven't written in a &lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt; time. &lt;em&gt;sobrang busy kasi eh&lt;/em&gt;. :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday (12-18-04)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;sportsfest day. a day of tears &amp; laughter. &lt;em&gt;labo&lt;/em&gt;, yes. but if you were there, you'd understand. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was reading andrea's xanga ( &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/simply_andie"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.xanga.com/simply_andie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ) a few minutes ago and she was right. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;December 18, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is one day i'll never ever forget. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;#1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - 3 out of 3 muses from the juniors reached the top 5. 4 out of 4 muses from us, the seniors, did not, i repeat, &lt;strong&gt;DID NOT&lt;/strong&gt; get into the top 5. please, a blind man could see that something wrong was happenin' there. to my fellow judenites (um, excluding the juniors, i guess) , i'm sure you sniffed out something fishy here right?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;#2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - as the cheering champions last year, there was great pressure on us to live-up to our title. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and it was great pressure especially on us, the cheering squad, to do our ultimate best. but to our dismay (an understatement, i'm sure), we only bagged the runner-up title. and guess who won? yup, the juniors. i mean, we accepted the fact that we were only second best, but when the juniors won. i don't know... it was just devastating to us. i haven't cried like that in long time. not since my little sis passed away. it was very painful. even more painful because the attitude of the juniors is something you wouldn't want to binge on if it was edible. if you don't believe me, here's some proof:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;when it was our turn to perform, as we entered the gym and all the cheerers doin' what they were supposed to do, like placing the props where thay should be, accdg. to arvin, as he was placing the flags at a place near the juniors' cheering squad, he heard some of the male cheerers chanting, "losers, losers, losers..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;accdg. to Bola, Jally and the rest of the peepz that were with them, as they passed by the pingpong room where the juniors cheering squad was, again (i ain't naming names) some male cheerers were shouting, "losers, losers, losers..." but when Bola &amp;amp; Jally looked at them, they suddenly changed what they were saying and instead shouted, "juniors, juniors, juniors..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;that really made my blood boil when it was told to us. but you know what, a lot of good things happened on that day too...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;*** &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yes, tears were shed. but from how many people? a lot! almost the whole batch cried for us. our sister squad, the sophies, cried too. our batch was made closer because of this. God works in the most mysterious ways. He made us value victory &amp; defeat. He taught us to look on the brighter side of things. He taught us how to handle situations like this. He brought us closer together. He made us more of a family than we were before. even if the complexity and the uniqueness of our routine was not that appreciated by the judges, like ahya rj said, the squad's talents were developed. we did things we never thought we could do. i mean, my thumb is still not healed and i could still do my cartwheels! yipee! we can now do some mean stunts and jazz steps. i've discovered more crazy faces i could do for the sake of projection! wahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; after the competition, we decided to celebrate anyway. we went to Red Box and had a blast! i still haven't gotten my voice back since that day, wahaha while we were singing like there was no tomorrow, people started to text us (thank you Sun Cellular!). the seniors were supporting us all the way! the sophies were saying that we were the ones that should've really won. and get this! some freshmen were texting us that too! imagine, even the junior's sister batch was supporting us! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hay... they might've gotten the trophy, but we got something more valuable than that. we became more mature. we became more bonded. boy, did we show some love! we got one of the best Christmas gifts ever! Go Seniors! i'm so proud to be part of this batch! God has blessed us so much! hey! how about a mass for this?? paging Watson &amp;amp; Maria... &lt;em&gt;tara&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this is something i know i'll never forget. as we were shedding our tears, terrence aka jaundice told us, "Pagmasdan ninyo ang mga ngiti na yan, ngayon nyo lang makikita yan..." yeah boy! thanx... :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;December 18, 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;GO SENIORS GO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="36cf8560"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-110359883406924917?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/110359883406924917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=110359883406924917' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/110359883406924917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/110359883406924917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2004/12/walk-este-day-to-remember.html' title='a WaLk... este a DaY tO rEmEmBeR'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398250.post-110234690657261443</id><published>2004-12-06T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T23:28:26.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rAnTs &amp; RaVeS</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmm... so many things to talk about, but where shall i start??? let's see...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i went shopping yesterday for the outfit i needed for the debut i'm supposed to be attending tom. the theme: hawaiian. no luck. although i did find the cropped pants i wanted to use, and i got these white flats from bench that are pretty versatile and quite comfy, too. it had stars on it so plus factor. :D the top i got wasn't really of my taste, &lt;em&gt;syado kasi&lt;/em&gt; girly. wahaha i can already hear my friends scolding me right now and saying,"steph, you're style's too rock-ish, be a girl &lt;em&gt;kahit minsan lang&lt;/em&gt;." what??? is it wrong to love black and orange too much??? wehehe :D anyhoo, both the pants and the top had no sizes at the stores we went to so we had to ask if other branches did. luckily the ones in galleria and gh did. mom was pretty happy with the mix. she likes seeing me in pink. in other words, it was because girl &lt;em&gt;daw ako doon&lt;/em&gt;. like i said, is it wrong to love black and orange too much??? :D  i also bought the gift for sandy, the celebrant, yesterday. perfume, lip gloss set and mini make-up brushes all from Penshoppe. not bad actually. but when i got to school this morning, my dearest angelyn (sandy's best friend) told me that i was part of the 18 treasures. waaaaa! i panicked. i didn't know what to give her &lt;em&gt;na&lt;/em&gt;. i also needed to sing one line from a song, or share a memory or corny joke that reminds me of sandy. after some hard thinking, i thought of giving her the carebears figurines that i had at home since she simply adores them, but like my dad always says, "life isn't fair." and boy is it true! the figurines were already given away. &lt;em&gt;hay&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;em&gt;di bale&lt;/em&gt;, i'll think of something...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i have found a new &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -- photography. i was browsing through some deviantART (heaven on earth :D) pages and its amazing what one can capture using a camera. i'm just drooling over these amazing shots taken by a 17 year old pinoy and a 16 year old pinay. wehehe they're just... beautiful... :D i'm definitely gonna take-up workshops on photography this summer. and try to have kester or richmond or someone to teach me photoshop and corel!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;check them out at:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://gobbledyguk.deviantart.com/"&gt;http://gobbledyguk.deviantart.com/&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://shatterday.deviantart.com/"&gt;http://shatterday.deviantart.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we had our religion class with mrs. ramos today. it was a... i can't find the appropriate word, but it was different today. mrs. R used-up at least half of her period dedicated to praying for the victims of typhoon Yoyong in quezon. mrs. R was so sincere and her prayer was so heartfelt that those who were not... sleeping, i guess... felt the resonating sadness she was feeling. she cried, the whole class saw her wipe her tears. and its seldom to see your teachers really putting all their efforts into just getting the whole class into what she had done with us. she told us that when she saw the news about the things that Yoyong had done to the people of quezon, she really wanted to call on the YFS (Youth for Service) and some Seniors to help-out Bantay Bata for the relief goods. but before she could contact anyone, she had to stop herself. why? well, our school is not like ateneo or xavier or ica. i admit that we &lt;strong&gt;are&lt;/strong&gt; a sheltered community. judenites are not, well... we're not exposed to these things. we are kept inside our classrooms, safe from all the harm. we are not encouraged to go to these sites and volunteer our services. at the most, we are only asked to donate, and they will be the ones to give the goods out... not us. our school is very traditional and mrs. R isn't exactly the most traditional teacher around. our 3rd quarter curriculum consists of, by our standards i guess, three very controversial topics: abortion, homosexuality and domestic violence. i, myself, am glad that mrs. R is teaching us these things to broaden our views and not be cooped-up in a cage of opinions built by the people who want to keep us away from what is really happening in this sick and twisted world. but the people "up there" think that mrs. R is not teaching us anything useful. this is why she can't do anything. she's been contemplating of resigning, but for the sake of her family, she can't do anyhting. i hope our school realizes that this is not the 15th century anymore. times have changed and we cannot be left caged. we are not animals, we are human beings... curious and eager to learn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;on the lighter side of things, my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;rhgp project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; came-out pretty well. i'll post a pic once i get it back. but for now, i'd better be going... it's almost midnight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;btw, wish our squad luck for our screening tom! hopefully the G-man and mrs. Lopez are in a good mood. wehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;til next... ciao!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-110234690657261443?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/110234690657261443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=110234690657261443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/110234690657261443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/110234690657261443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2004/12/rants-raves.html' title='rAnTs &amp; RaVeS'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-110199557478159311</id><published>2004-12-02T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T22:20:04.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hala... 3rd entry for DeCeMbEr 02, 2004</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="3" border="1"  style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tempting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Influential&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Perverse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Profound&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Important&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="http://www.go-quiz.com/acronym/acronym.php" method="post"&gt;Name / Username:&lt;input name="name"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Get your name acronym!"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/acronym/acronym.php"&gt;Name Acronym Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com"&gt;Go-Quiz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wahaha... tempting eh??? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;moi??? profound??? &lt;em&gt;lalim&lt;/em&gt;... wahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;let's try my real name...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border cellspacing="0" cellpadding="3" bg border="3" style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black;font-size:+2;" &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Smooth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black;font-size:+2;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Technological&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black;font-size:+2;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eccentric&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black;font-size:+2;" &gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Powerful&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black;font-size:+2;" &gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Honest&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black;font-size:+2;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Awkward&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black;font-size:+2;" &gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Natural&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black;font-size:+2;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inspirational&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black;font-size:+2;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Entertaining&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="http://www.go-quiz.com/acronym/acronym.php" method="post"&gt;Name / Username:&lt;input name="name"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Get your name acronym!"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/acronym/acronym.php"&gt;Name Acronym Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com"&gt;Go-Quiz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wahaha smooth??? :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;damn.... wind's pretty strong....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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2004'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-110197969737998183</id><published>2004-12-02T17:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T17:28:17.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ooooo... i see</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;table width="304" bgcolor="#51336D" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="MIDDLE" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;table width="300" 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style="font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:130%;color:#0066FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BLUE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;You give your love and friendship unconditionaly. You enjoy long, thoughtful conversations rich in philosophy and spirituality. You are very loyal and intuitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizme.stvlive.com/color/quiz.php" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none; color:#0066FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Find out your color at Quiz Me!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;naahhh.... still love orange... wahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-110197969737998183?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/110197969737998183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=110197969737998183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/110197969737998183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/110197969737998183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2004/12/ooooo-i-see.html' title='ooooo... i see'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-110197844300503510</id><published>2004-12-02T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T17:10:19.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bUsY, bUsY, bUsY</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote id="2bfd7162"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;hay salamat&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;NO CLASSES TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! thank you, thank you!! this quarter has just been nonstop. the only days i would go home at 4 is on mondays or fridays, the rest would be at 'round 6:30 to 7 &lt;em&gt;na&lt;/em&gt;. finally a whole day at home. we were supposed to have cheering practice at 7:30 and our screening after lunch. good thing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yoyong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (don't ask me, i don't even know why they named the typhoon that...) came along. my sprain's still pretty bad, still can't hold the pen properly and i haven't been able to take down proper notes. all i'm doin' right now is either having them e-mailed to me, or having them photocopied. you're probably thinking, "&lt;em&gt;eh 'di ayos, sarap ng buhay mo!&lt;/em&gt;" wehehe yeah... &lt;em&gt;pero&lt;/em&gt; i'm being a good girl now right?? so i'm trying my best to be as responsible as i can be. *&lt;em&gt;nax&lt;/em&gt;!* wahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so its almost 5 in the pm right now and i'm finishing 2 projects due tom. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RHGP&lt;/strong&gt; - my last will and testament &lt;em&gt;illustrated&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Filipino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; -&lt;/em&gt; Kabanata 27: Ang Prayle at Ang Pilipino &lt;em&gt;quiz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;rhgp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; we have to think about at least 5 of our traits/skills/characteristics that we'd want to give to people we know don't have them after we die. i have to illustrate this in a 1/8 illustration board. and it's pretty hard. how in the world do you illustrate your last will and testament??? doi...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;filipino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: we have to make a quiz about the chapter assigned to us. i suck at filipino, so i hope this project will come out "digestable".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh yeah, we won 1st runner-up yesterday at the speechfest! got a score of 90.4% i think. sec A was the champion, their score was 92.2%. congrats!!! i also emceed the program yesterday. it was my first time to emcee anything in my whole life. needless to say my heart was not in its normal state yesterday, add to the fact that i was gonna do my first ever acting stint in school at the auditorium. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;our section&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; performed &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mamma Mia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. i played one of Sophie's (the lead character played by Camille) bestfriends. i was the stupid, childish one, while Denice played the know-it-all, sophisticated one. i wore my apple tee, denim shorts, suspenders, these really cute, rainbow colored socks and my white nike sneaks. my hair was in a one-sided pigtail...wehehe man did i look stupid.... but cute! wahahaha &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sec A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; performed &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Sound of Music&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. great acting and costumes. Porman did a great job in directing. let's see... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;sec. D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Fiddler on the Roof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. production was great: costumes, make-up, props, lighting and music. but the acting was a bit short. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;sec. C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Les Miserables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. bad direction, disorganized.&lt;em&gt; sayang ung&lt;/em&gt; acting skills &lt;em&gt;ng iba tuloy&lt;/em&gt;. congrats to everyone! great program!!! best english program i've seen!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;til next... i now bid you goodbye... :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-110197844300503510?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/110197844300503510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=110197844300503510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/110197844300503510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/110197844300503510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2004/12/busy-busy-busy.html' title='bUsY, bUsY, bUsY'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-110139140455335312</id><published>2004-11-25T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T22:03:24.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bAbY bOtTlEs &amp; BaD fEnG sHuI</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizme.stvlive.com/candy/quiz.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;img height="120" src="http://quizme.stvlive.com/candy/results/babybottlepop.gif" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;discover what candy you are @ quiz me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yesterday was a very unlucky day for me. bad feng shui or something, i don't know. here's the lowdown (&lt;em&gt;tama ba&lt;/em&gt; spelling??? waha):&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;#1&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/strong&gt; as soon as i got to school, things were a bit off already. the night before, i had already fixed all the things i needed for the next day, including my CAT gear. i put my hairnet, hair pins, my oversee, white belt and garrison in the small paperbag that i usually use since &lt;em&gt;kunti lang&lt;/em&gt; yung &lt;em&gt;stuff&lt;/em&gt;. i got to school at around 6:40, i think. yeah, i was late, rather, considered absent for my task force. after reporting, i started to fix my uniform when i suddenly just couldn't seem to find my oversee! it was a good thing the car was still parked at the church yard, so i went in and looked for it cause it might've just fallen down. but to my dismay and shock (i think, wehe), it wasn't there! needless to say i got in trouble for that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - i failed my first quiz in chinese comp by &lt;strong&gt;ONE AND A HALF&lt;/strong&gt; points! and do you know where the 1.5 points came from??? from the two sentences i had to compose but didn't get to do because i ran out of time!!! damn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; - we had cheering practice after school. i've been having this pain in my legs (part near the ankles) for some time now but i just ignored it when i woke-up tuesday morning, i thought i was just really tired and lacked stretching. but yesterday was different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;#3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. - i couldn't do anything properly cause my muscles had stiffen already. fishda &amp; therese helped me stretch my muscles, on both legs, so the pain would go away. it worked for awhile but it still hurts until now! waha while practicing, i managed to sprain my right thumb &lt;em&gt;naman&lt;/em&gt;! my hand landed wrong while i was doing the "alba", , the pain's tolerable as long as i don't stretch my palm. wehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm still havin major pain, i really don't know how i'll use the pen tom. haay...&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/8398250-110139140455335312?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/110139140455335312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=110139140455335312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/110139140455335312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/110139140455335312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2004/11/baby-bottles-bad-feng-shui.html' title='bAbY bOtTlEs &amp; BaD fEnG sHuI'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398250.post-110121516814080586</id><published>2004-11-23T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T21:06:08.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rAnDooooooM tHoUgHtSsss</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;random thought &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;numero uno&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored... wahaha well, i know, the expression is getting old, but... um... okay i can't think of anything, but i'm sure there's a reason out there somewhere &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sing with me&lt;/span&gt;: somewhere out there, someone's saying a prayer, la la la la la la...* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random thought &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;numero dos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was organizing my papers in school this morning and i can't believe how much clutter i have! well, i'm just bluffing really, &lt;em&gt;pero para&lt;/em&gt; at least &lt;em&gt;may&lt;/em&gt; drama &lt;em&gt;ng kahit kunti db&lt;/em&gt;??? wahaha &lt;em&gt;hay&lt;/em&gt;, i'm such a messy girl! good thing i was in the mood to fix things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random thought &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;numero tres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that whenever Snoop Dog is in any song, it automatically becomes cool??? wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;la lng... random thought... wehehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;random thought &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;numero quatro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we have this play we have to perform in the audi for the Speechfest. 1st prize wins 3,000 bucks and an exemption from the Speech periodicals. problem though, i can't seem to find a costume in my drawer! the other day, i saw the white pumps ive been wanting to buy at &lt;em&gt;tiangge&lt;/em&gt;, but i told my mom later &lt;em&gt;nalang&lt;/em&gt; coz there were a lot of people. i also saw this really cute Paul Frank yellow tee, no size. they'll only re-stock round next week. &lt;em&gt;sayang&lt;/em&gt;! i didn't get either items that i could've used 4 my costume!!! grrr... &lt;em&gt;bakit ganoon ang tadhana&lt;/em&gt;??? *drama! waha*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hay... all in all, i'm bored... :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-110121516814080586?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/110121516814080586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=110121516814080586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/110121516814080586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/110121516814080586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2004/11/randoooooom-thoughtssss.html' title='rAnDooooooM tHoUgHtSsss'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398250.post-109981762478595041</id><published>2004-11-07T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T16:57:15.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wE'rE bAcK!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;school officially started last friday. didn't do much, mrs caduan &amp; mrs abriertas were absent (no math and filipino! yahoo! haha ) so we had our first &amp;amp; last periods free. watelse? oh yeah, ms. traje added 10 points to our exams in physics. still didn't make it though... damn! 74.25!! shit... i am so dead. shasha &amp; i decided to talk to her the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;::SaTuRdAy::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sponsored our last saturday mass in SJ yesterday. i was the commentator (haha!), they said i was pretty good (haha! again). not bad for a first time commentator eh?? (hahaha!) enough self-praise, time to give credit to the class that made it all possible --&gt; sec. B of the SENIORS!!! *applause, applause!!!* we took over the JCE's place and became the choir for that mass. not bad actually. mrs caduan even told us after the mass that, "sana kayo nalang magchoir tuwing mass noh?" with this really cute smile on her face (haha!). she's one of my fave teachers... even though she teaches math (haha!). we took pictures again. maybe we should join that biggest photo mosaic thingy by close-up, i'm sure our pictures will have a huge part there (haha!). so anyways, after recess pm we had ms. traje, it was time to bring it on. sha &amp;amp; i approached her, the we did the unthinkable... (well, maybe its a little exaggerated, but what the hell) we pleaded, we begged, i almost cried (really! my eyes were getting glossy.). i've never asked a teacher for anything, especially help for my grades, but it's my last year... even if it feels wrong, i have to... or else. the day before sembreak started, i was crying so bad, people started to cry too. didn't have any effect on her though... i mean, imagine! people's grades depreciated by round 10 points! isn't that like a sign?? hay... i hope she comes to her senses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-109981762478595041?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/109981762478595041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=109981762478595041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/109981762478595041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/109981762478595041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2004/11/were-back.html' title='wE&apos;rE bAcK!!!'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-109930948704014456</id><published>2004-11-01T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T19:44:47.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zzzzZzZzZZz....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;damn... sembreak's sooooo boring! or maybe I'M boring??? hala! cannot be! waaaa.... i wanna go out, i'm just no homebody. it's like this, i stay home and the next thing i know, i'm munching on junkfood. damn! all that hard work just goes down the drain in a few hours! agghhhh.... i'm so frustrated! and it's like no one's around. it's like a ghost town. i mean, there's no one on YM, none of my friends are like txtin/calling, nobody's home. i guess the next time i'll be seeing people is this wednesday. i can't wait til wednesday! whenever i stay home, it's a disaster. i don't think i'll ever be able to co-exist with my family. it's just a freakin war zone! am i that pathetic??? aghhh.... change topic....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tAkOt Ka Na Ba???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do i fear most? i am most afraid to be alone. i mean i can sleep alone, live alone, shop alone... but you know, the 'alone' that's lonely, depressing. the 'alone' with no friends, no one to lean on, no one who'll back you up. i guess that's why i'm so &lt;em&gt;k.s.p.&lt;/em&gt;... haha i want people to notice me... in a good way. it's a good feeling when you're being recognized for who you are, when people appreciate you. hehe and boy am i thankful for my friends, cause at least they recognize the real me, they acknowledge my accomplishments. but sometimes i'm too paranoid. a little hitch and i start doubting them, start to come up with suspicions that they're mad at me, that i did something wrong and they didn't tell me again. hay... this is getting depressing... tama na nga... belated happy halloween nlng guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kisses... mwah! ;)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-109930948704014456?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/109930948704014456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=109930948704014456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/109930948704014456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/109930948704014456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2004/11/zzzzzzzzzzz.html' title='zzzzZzZzZZz....'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-109852834660557794</id><published>2004-10-23T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T18:45:46.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aPpLaUsE, aPpLaUse</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;declamation score: 56/60 !!! yipee!!! wahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"nEw LiFe" update&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes! i am finally drinking milk! one down... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-109852834660557794?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/109852834660557794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=109852834660557794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/109852834660557794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/109852834660557794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2004/10/applause-applause.html' title='aPpLaUsE, aPpLaUse'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-109834528302888082</id><published>2004-10-21T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T15:54:43.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iLlEgAl EnTrY</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so, okay, it's exam week and i'm on the computer. i know, bad. but i couldn't help it. hehe i've been so lazy the past few days, it won't be a surprise if God sends me to hell. but seriously, i have GOT to change! if i'm like this in college, my future will become nonexistent as i know it. so i've decided to just set things straight (well, maybe right after i finish this blog hehe). here's a list of things i hope, and i do mean &lt;em&gt;hope,&lt;/em&gt; to fulfill in the next few days:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. drink milk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, not exactly something related to my getting-more-efficient plan, but hey, it's a start. besides, milk's healthy, and it'll help me grow to my max height w/c the doctor's predicted as 5'6". hehe 2 more inches to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. get a calendar!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't have one in my room. sad, i know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;3. get more Post-its&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yes, i &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; more forgetful than my grandmother. okay, fine, maybe it's a bit of an exaggeration, but it is a fact that i am one of the MOST forgetful people in the world. and i think i could have never survived without post-its. they're like angels... wahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. get a decent organizer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this way, NO MORE late papers and assignments. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. clean-up my desk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hay... i really hope i can accomplish this. it's like one of those things that'll haunt me forever. i am such a messy girl! waha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. NO CRAMMING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yes, in big bold letters and a different color. this, i really, really, really have to do! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;7. pass my chinese subjects!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;now this i have successfully done... well, partially...hehe i have to pass these subjects in my report card. i did get relatively high grades in the last two chinese history tests: 75.5% in my major test, and 85.5% in my last quiz. hehe all i have to do is wait for my periodical results, w/c i predict is in the 70s. hopefully i pass though. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. 2 words: time management&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yup, just two words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, that's the list, i guess. i'm sure i can still add more, but they'll all just have the same theme. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;dEcLaMaTiOn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;for my public speaking oral test in Speech, i chose to declame. i didn't know this was going to be so hard! i should've just chosen oration. my declamation piece: I Need Love. i didn't choose it actually, it was just given to me. i gave my proposal to mrs. alfonso and she declined it. she made me choose one of her pieces nalang: Drug Addict or I Need Love. i should've just made a choice right then and there. i do better in psychotic roles. maybe cause i have an easier time being psychotic. i mean, who doesn't have fun playing Sisa? hehe weird ko noh??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hay, wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td height="1" unselectable="on"  style="font-size:1pt;"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-109834528302888082?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/109834528302888082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=109834528302888082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/109834528302888082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/109834528302888082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2004/10/illegal-entry.html' title='iLlEgAl EnTrY'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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-8398250.post-109758276389154410</id><published>2004-10-12T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T20:08:07.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>isang bagong SiMuLa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nice... a fresh new start... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8398250-109758276389154410?l=rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/feeds/109758276389154410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8398250&amp;postID=109758276389154410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/109758276389154410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8398250/posts/default/109758276389154410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rollercoasteraddict.blogspot.com/2004/10/isang-bagong-simula.html' title='isang bagong SiMuLa'/><author><name>.tIpPi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07127166405770075585</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></feed>
