<?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-28222491</id><updated>2011-08-02T08:37:57.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[CAT] astrope</title><subtitle type='html'>Kay's weird and wacky world</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-4729255624021263791</id><published>2010-05-10T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T01:54:46.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye GMA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S-b2uTiDLiI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lzbVgaTqCvM/s1600/Image0149.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Nine perennial years of President Gloria Macapagal Arroyo’s crooked and scandalous term will now at last come to an end.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Today, we will make that big step towards a new Philippines as we go out and vote our nation's new leaders in the 2010 National Elections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S-b2uTiDLiI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lzbVgaTqCvM/s1600/Image0149.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S-b2uTiDLiI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lzbVgaTqCvM/s320/Image0149.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready for the new government?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this morning, I, together with my Mom, Auntie and my younger sister, attended the Christ Commission Fellowship's Sunday Worship at St. Francis Square.&amp;nbsp; Pastor Peter never fails to amaze and inspire me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Peter talked about two topics: (1) Elections and (2) Moms and Families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told us a story about a man who was asked who is he going to vote in the upcoming elections.&amp;nbsp; The man answered *toot*, a leader who, at the same time, is a drunkard, a womanizer and a gambler.&amp;nbsp; The man who asked the question was shocked and said "Why would you vote such a man?"&amp;nbsp; The other man replied, "Bakit hindi?&amp;nbsp; Eh ganyan rin naman kami."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People vote according to their character.&amp;nbsp; If we are not corrupt and we really are against corruption, then no corrupt leader would ever win.&amp;nbsp; Amen?&amp;nbsp; Amen to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make the government. &amp;nbsp;Vote not according to their scores in surveys nor be persuaded by good rhetorics. &amp;nbsp;What's more important is the candidates' hearts, how they really want to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- LEAD our country with FEAR OF THE LORD&lt;br /&gt;-- SERVE the nation and thru HIM, our LORD&lt;br /&gt;-- bring SALVATION to all the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally am feeling positive, that this is the time that Philippines will transform with God's grace using the next leaders as His channels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I preached that they should repent and turn to God and prove their repentance by their deeds."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acts 26:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we repent from our sins, God will bless us.&amp;nbsp; God will transform us and everything around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET'S ALL PRAY FOR AN HONEST, ORDERLY and PEACEFUL ELECTIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS THE PHILIPPINES!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Happy mother's day to the greatest mom ever, my MOM!&amp;nbsp; And yes you have read that right, my Mom's the greatest!&amp;nbsp; Forever and ever, AMEN!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-4729255624021263791?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/4729255624021263791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=4729255624021263791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/4729255624021263791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/4729255624021263791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2010/05/goodbye-gma.html' title='Goodbye GMA!'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S-b2uTiDLiI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lzbVgaTqCvM/s72-c/Image0149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-1001216197084728000</id><published>2010-05-03T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T15:08:37.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AvenYOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Realized that my Blogspot's not updated anymore.&amp;nbsp; Decided to post my old poems I posted in Tumblr here. Poem written August 1, 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S952LPtebGI/AAAAAAAAABY/4ErbrKyDXl8/s1600/RflS8jx2xql9tgzaRE44nZTDo1_400.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S952LPtebGI/AAAAAAAAABY/4ErbrKyDXl8/s320/RflS8jx2xql9tgzaRE44nZTDo1_400.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juggling with nostalgia and euphoria&lt;br /&gt;I ventured this avenue I’m unfamiliar with&lt;br /&gt;Knowing not what lies ahead&lt;br /&gt;Surrendered everything to the hands of the fallacy of fate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traversing this deserted road&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I stumbled upon you and that glance, I can’t forget!&lt;br /&gt;Reality isn’t that bad after all&lt;br /&gt;Reassure me your presence, I long to live with you!&lt;br /&gt;Enthrone me to your heart&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me please, be mine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-1001216197084728000?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/1001216197084728000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=1001216197084728000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/1001216197084728000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/1001216197084728000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2010/05/avenyou.html' title='AvenYOU'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S952LPtebGI/AAAAAAAAABY/4ErbrKyDXl8/s72-c/RflS8jx2xql9tgzaRE44nZTDo1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-817248742686291911</id><published>2010-05-03T15:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T15:04:37.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7-Minute Ecstasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A poem I wrote, July 30, 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Sometime between the past and the future&lt;br /&gt;I’ve found myself isolated from this ever-changing deceitful world&lt;br /&gt;Walking in this endless, deserted road&lt;br /&gt;Setting off to a place I do not know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere between melancholy and despair&lt;br /&gt;Lies this little fragile heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;Best friends with misery and confined with confusion&lt;br /&gt;Tangled up with the rusty chains of the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere between hatred and animosity&lt;br /&gt;Perplexed and bamboozled with all your lies&lt;br /&gt;Bewitched once by your magic&lt;br /&gt;Enmity.  Disgust is what I feel for you now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere between isolation and desolation&lt;br /&gt;I felt a presence, a company&lt;br /&gt;Not long before I found myself attached&lt;br /&gt;Enchanted once again by another magic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere between love and affection&lt;br /&gt;Entangled by your charm&lt;br /&gt;This feeling I’ve long not felt is back once again&lt;br /&gt;Now you’re the source of my extreme ecstasy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime between Christmas and New Year&lt;br /&gt;My felicity, I have seen!&lt;br /&gt;The very moment the first snow fell&lt;br /&gt;My feeble heart fell for you too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere between my heart and yours&lt;br /&gt;An invisible bridge connected me to you&lt;br /&gt;Feels like summer during winter&lt;br /&gt;Keep me, I’m yours!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-817248742686291911?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://kzaiwo.tumblr.com' title='7-Minute Ecstasy'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/817248742686291911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=817248742686291911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/817248742686291911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/817248742686291911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2010/05/7-minute-ecstasy.html' title='7-Minute Ecstasy'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-6753220619603844761</id><published>2009-09-30T20:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T15:23:42.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Hearts and Fortresses</title><content type='html'>&lt;center style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://img504.imageshack.us/i/endkris.jpg/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" height="307" src="http://img504.imageshack.us/img504/4115/endkris.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;b style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;center style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Aime-moi, je suis à toi.&lt;br /&gt;愛我，我是你的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;  14 months I was deluged in despondency, resentment and languor.  My  heart has been chained with the pains of the foregone, ambushed by the  quintessence of false hopes.  I will never and can never love again.   The pain it brought me shattered my heart into 4,072,007 pieces and it  seems impossible to make it whole again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;  I’ve built walls around my heart’s fortress.  Surrounded by all those  warriors who attempted to penetrate my kingdom, but none is ardent  enough to perforate.  All failed but others still kept struggling.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;  I’ve built a secret ingress that would lead to the pinnacle of my  fortress but still, none is wise enough to find that gate and surmount  the passage.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;  I’ve demolished all the bulwarks that made my kingdom vulnerable.  My  heart has been captured but was not secured by those warriors.  It fell,  was taken again, thrown and then lost.  It was, again, lost.  Pain was  doubled and hopeless as it may seem, another warrior picked it up and  kept it safe.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;  I’m not sure if I can hand you the obligation of guarding my kingdom,  but then, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;would it be enough if I let you keep my heart?  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;center style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“And when I lose myself&lt;br /&gt;I’ll think of you&lt;br /&gt;Together we’ll be running somewhere new&lt;br /&gt;And nothing can hold me back from you&lt;br /&gt;Through the monsoon”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-6753220619603844761?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/6753220619603844761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=6753220619603844761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/6753220619603844761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/6753220619603844761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2009/09/of-hearts-and-fortresses.html' title='Of Hearts and Fortresses'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-7945891064116493909</id><published>2009-09-30T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T15:25:41.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Utopian Escape</title><content type='html'>&lt;center style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://img225.imageshack.us/i/etchedinourmindsbysmoke.jpg/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img225.imageshack.us/img225/6606/etchedinourmindsbysmoke.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Thanks to Smoke for the image.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Why did we make it so hard, this life is so complicated  until we see it through the eyes of a child.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/center&gt;  &lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;   I love life.  I may not have everything I want, but I’m contented with  what I have.  One day I woke up and from living in my ideal world,  things turned a hundred and eighty degrees and in a snap, I realized  that most of the things I have treasure already slipped through my  fingers.  I lived each day wishing the past would come back or at least  hoping that tomorrow would be even a little different from today.  I  thought that my life would never be better again and I’m forever stuck  to this pessimistic world I’m living in.  And I was right.  Everyday  transformed from being bad to worst.  I have created this Utopian world  which in some ways, extricated me from the ever  complicated-yet-so-boring world I’m living in.  I associated myself with  various organizations believing these could detach me from these  unexplainable feelings of emptiness and discontentment.  Things will  never be ok.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;  Why am I perplexing things up?  No matter what I do, the past can never  be the present anymore and that the only way to disintegrate myself from  this misery is by accepting that fact and making tomorrow a better  today.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;  Utopia is real.  It’s our dreamscape, it’s the world of false hope we  have deep in our hearts that eventually we make into reality.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;    It’s all in our belief systems.  When we think of the past too much, we  are passing out our opportunity to have a better life.  That way, we are  containing ourselves only to the foregone and never thinking about  doing things we have not yet done that may benefit us and make us grow  and mature.  We are missing out the chance for us to become better  persons.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;  Here I am once again, standing tall, ready to embrace the world with an  open heart, with an open mind.  :)                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-7945891064116493909?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/7945891064116493909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=7945891064116493909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/7945891064116493909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/7945891064116493909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2009/09/utopian-escape.html' title='Utopian Escape'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-2730875223683520049</id><published>2009-08-28T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T15:19:44.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dichotomized</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I do not know, you just made my day.  After 3 hours of  swimming in a pool of numbers and formulas, finally my PS prof dismissed  us.  Went down and there you are, sitting all alone in that bench,  waiting for me.  Just the sight of you wasting your time to get a  glimpse of me is more than enough.  T’was the first time we’ve been with  each other for more than a minute.  Haha.  Headed to the mall with you  for some official business with the sponsors, chilled down and ate my  current addiction, Ice Breaker’s Scramble.  It has been a day.  RM Day.   :D  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conterminous with each other in some ways, I know we’ll get along well.   But then, everything that’s happening makes me all flurbudgeoned.  It  doesn’t make any sense.  I didn’t see things coming and now, I don’t  think its easy to get things backtracked.  I’m left with moving forth  and transversing this route going to a place with no name, a place that  only exists soundly in my dreams.  Boo, I didn’t even get what I said.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the day.  Here’s something that would remind me of this  moment:  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img132.imageshack.us/i/56501432962020391432909.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" height="265" src="http://img132.imageshack.us/img132/641/56501432962020391432909.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Picture taken from the internet.  Too busy to take a picture.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey!  This isn’t love.  It’s just.. my heart smiling.. Temporarily  as it may seem.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-2730875223683520049?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/2730875223683520049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=2730875223683520049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/2730875223683520049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/2730875223683520049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2010/05/dichotomized.html' title='Dichotomized'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-3977936262773992671</id><published>2009-08-24T14:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T15:21:13.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is What I Learn in My Programming Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Catching up with a week of absence isn’t a joke.  This is one of the  biggest things I have to face in school now.  I don’t understand a word  that comes out from the mouth of my professors.  I’d prefer not to  listen and just.. SLEEP.  Because of that, I have to run twice as fast  as I am running for me to catch up.  Help!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I’m in my lab class now.  I’m done with my 2 programs – they’re  up and running perfectly.  The only problem I have is I don’t understand  my programs.  Haha.  Loser.  I want to sleep.  And for me not to sleep,  I have decided to type this useless entry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Recto this morning to pick-up the membership cards I ordered.   It was ok, not stunningly wow and not oh-i-hate-this-day-because-of  those-damn-cards.  But then, they have to remake some cards because of  misspelled names.  I’m in a hurry.  I have to meet someone before 1pm  and it’s a quarter of an hour before 1.  I still have lots of walking to  do and damn, the sun is doing its job greatly – shining, shining,  shining brightly and hotly.  Decided to return to Recto after meeting my  friends in UST.  So then, off I go.  Walk, walk, walk.  As soon as I  reached the corner of Morayta and Espana, I rode on a jeepney.  Haha.   That was a pretty short distance for a jeepney ride.  Then after a few  minutes, there I am, doing what I always do 2 years ago, walking on the  Espana overpass with sweat dripping all over my face and back.  No  wonder I was thin back then.  Lol.  At exactly 1pm, I met my friend  who’s sitting in a bench across their building, smiling.  I am amazed  with her outlook in life.  Never saw her frown ever.  I wish everyone  would have the same brain and heart as hers, that way, the world  would’ve been a better place to live in.  Negativity, anger and hatred  should never have a place in each and everyone’s hearts.  Moreover, we  should nourish it with love and care for everybody.  As soon as I sat  beside her, I gave her the card I told her I’d give her and talked for 3  minutes or so.  I head to Dapitan to meet another friend.  We were to  go to the TYK Building when I saw Mang Tomas – Mr. Manong Ice Cream.   Oooh, how I missed eating those ice cream buns!  Everything’s just  bitter-sweet nostalgia.  I can’t help but walk down the memory lane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S953wPWjb7I/AAAAAAAAABg/x3N-5sDe0uQ/s1600/screenadm.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Err, I’ll continue typing this later.  My other program’s running and I  have to get it checked.  Here’s a glimpse. XD  err. Okay.  I  accidentally resized it way too small. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S953wPWjb7I/AAAAAAAAABg/x3N-5sDe0uQ/s1600/screenadm.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S953wPWjb7I/AAAAAAAAABg/x3N-5sDe0uQ/s400/screenadm.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-3977936262773992671?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/3977936262773992671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=3977936262773992671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/3977936262773992671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/3977936262773992671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-is-what-i-learn-in-my-programming.html' title='This is What I Learn in My Programming Class'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S953wPWjb7I/AAAAAAAAABg/x3N-5sDe0uQ/s72-c/screenadm.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-2353069625821975794</id><published>2009-08-07T15:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T15:11:35.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Your Heart Speaks, Listen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;People walk into our lives when we least expect  them. They may not be who we’re looking for or who we’re waiting for but  then, time will come that you will taste the beauty and sweetness of  their love and presence and suddenly your quiet, lonely, little world  will turn upside down.  Everything will be out of hand.  Things will  change and time will fly so fast that you can do nothing more but run  for the time lapsed, chances lost and moments wasted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Follow your heart.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should never squander time with all our “what-ifs”.  Take every  chance that we can get and live the most out of life.  Dare not to  embrace misery and melancholy but live life loving people around you.   Appreciate them while you still have them for we never know when their  purpose will be fulfilled and without us even knowing, they have already  walked out of our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us not wait for the time to come that we will regret life for the  words not said, things not done and emotions not expressed.  Live life.  Take the path that will lead you to happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-2353069625821975794?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/2353069625821975794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=2353069625821975794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/2353069625821975794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/2353069625821975794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-your-heart-speaks-listen.html' title='When Your Heart Speaks, Listen'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-7050979893946838060</id><published>2009-03-04T04:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T14:01:21.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaotic Serenity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kzaiwo.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Sa3ZzAoKCHYAAHDIEWk1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kzaiwo.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Sa3ZzAoKCHYAAHDIEWk1/DSC-0290-copy.jpg?et=cx1HpjjH7a3ayVoOghq%2BoA&amp;amp;nmid=0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Photo by: Kris Anthony Viceral (&lt;a href="http://adikparinsayo.multiply.com/"&gt;http://adikparinsayo.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Edited by yours truly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I think about too much though I really do not know whatever it is that I'm thinking about.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bothered about things I've no idea with.&lt;br /&gt;Life is too complicated and time runs so fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Is the world spinning madly or is it just me who'&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;s &lt;b&gt;stuck in nowhere&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just miss everything.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="multiply:no_crosspost" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-7050979893946838060?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/7050979893946838060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=7050979893946838060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/7050979893946838060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/7050979893946838060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2009/03/chaotic-serenity.html' title='Chaotic Serenity'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-4666181108014010304</id><published>2009-02-14T07:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T12:36:46.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17 Schools.  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One La Salle.'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-7360441870726417840</id><published>2009-01-19T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:34:52.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Wanna Learn Something?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Private db As Database&lt;br&gt;Private rs As Recordset&lt;br&gt;Private fs As FileSystemObject&lt;br&gt;Private txt As TextStream&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Private Sub HTMLPageStart(strTitle As String)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;    With txt&lt;br&gt;        .WriteLine "&lt;html&gt;"&lt;br&gt;        .WriteLine "&lt;head&gt;"&lt;br&gt;        .WriteLine "&lt;title&gt;"&lt;br&gt;        '.WriteLine "&lt;head&gt;"&lt;br&gt;        .WriteLine strTitle&lt;br&gt;        '.WriteLine "&lt;/head&gt;"&lt;br&gt;        .WriteLine "&lt;/title&gt;"&lt;br&gt;        &lt;br&gt;        .WriteLine "&lt;body bgcolor=#ffffff&gt;"&lt;br&gt;        .WriteLine "&lt;font face = Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica&gt;"&lt;br&gt;    End With&lt;br&gt;        &lt;br&gt;        &lt;br&gt;End Sub&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Private Sub HTMLDataExport()&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Dim f As DAO.Field&lt;br&gt;Set rs = db.OpenRecordset("select * from employee")&lt;br&gt;                            &lt;br&gt;txt.WriteLine "&lt;table border&gt;"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;' Export Column Headers&lt;br&gt;With txt&lt;br&gt;    .WriteLine "&lt;tr&gt;"&lt;br&gt;     For Each f In rs.Fields&lt;br&gt;        .WriteLine " &lt;td bgcolor=#CCCCCC&gt;"&lt;br&gt;        .WriteLine " &lt;b&gt;" &amp; f.Name &amp; "&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br&gt;        .WriteLine " &lt;/td&gt; "&lt;br&gt;    Next f&lt;br&gt;    .WriteLine "&lt;/tr&gt;"&lt;br&gt;End With&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;' Export the data&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;With txt&lt;br&gt;    Do Until rs.EOF&lt;br&gt;    For Each f In rs.Fields&lt;br&gt;        .WriteLine " &lt;td&gt; "&lt;br&gt;        .WriteLine " &lt;b&gt;" &amp; f.Value &amp; "&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br&gt;        .WriteLine "&lt;/td&gt;"&lt;br&gt;    Next f&lt;br&gt;    &lt;br&gt;    .WriteLine "&lt;/tr&gt;"&lt;br&gt;    rs.MoveNext&lt;br&gt;  Loop&lt;br&gt;  End With&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;txt.WriteLine "&lt;/table&gt;"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;rs.Close&lt;br&gt;Set rs = Nothing&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;End Sub&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Private Sub cmdEXPORT_Click()&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Set txt = fs.OpenTextFile("D:\Lim\solomon97.html", ForWriting, True)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;HTMLPageStart "Churva Churva!"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;HTMLDataExport&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;txt.WriteLine "&lt;/body&gt;"&lt;br&gt;txt.WriteLine "&lt;/html&gt;"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;txt.Close&lt;br&gt;Set txt = Nothing&lt;br&gt;End Sub&lt;br&gt;Private Sub Form_Load()&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Set db = OpenDatabase("D:\Lim\solomon97.mdb")&lt;br&gt;Set fs = New Scripting.FileSystemObject&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;End Sub&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Programming. XD  All I did is Multiply.  That's my secret to learning.  &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt; Haha!  Gayahin niyo ako!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-7360441870726417840?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/7360441870726417840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=7360441870726417840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/7360441870726417840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/7360441870726417840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-wanna-learn-something.html' title='You Wanna Learn Something?'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-6316877462954389271</id><published>2009-01-19T05:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T10:39:42.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupidity</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Why are some people born idiots?  Stupidity strikes again.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Spell PATHETIC, K-A-Y.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I've to stop this CRAP.  &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/sad.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-6316877462954389271?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/6316877462954389271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=6316877462954389271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/6316877462954389271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/6316877462954389271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2009/01/stupidity.html' title='Stupidity'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-5216222315406799953</id><published>2009-01-16T08:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T13:08:41.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Achievement!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Nakalangoy ako sa 10 feet!  Akalain mo yun!  Weakness ko pa man din ang swimming.  Achievemeeeent oyea!  Ang adik ko. XD&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Congrats sa akin!  Oyeaaaa! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt; &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/shade.png"&gt; &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-5216222315406799953?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/5216222315406799953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=5216222315406799953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/5216222315406799953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/5216222315406799953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2009/01/achievement.html' title='Achievement!'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-3770497166151465129</id><published>2009-01-11T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:46:06.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fort SantiaGO!</title><content type='html'>  &lt;font style="font-weight: bold;" size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;JANUARY 10, 2008,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;PHOTOSHOOT DAY.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. Kris Anthony Viceral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; (wow, formal rin. XD) asked me to be his model (though I'm getting really fat) waaaaah.  Haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The night before, I felt super sleepy as if I drank sleeping pills.  That's not usual though 'coz I'm this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nocturnal-girl-who-doesn't-know-what-sleep-means-until-it's-4AM.&lt;/span&gt;  Because of this, I wasn't able to prepare whatever I have to bring the next day.&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;" size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;INTRODUCTION&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Meeting time is 8AM.  I had set my alarm clock to 6AM but then, I woke up 7AM.  Woah, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PANIC MODE&lt;/span&gt;.  I didn't eat anything for breakfast and drank coffee na lang.  Wooosh!  Rushed to the bathroom.  After that is the hard part, I don't know what to wear and what to bring.  Should I wear this?  Or maybe that?  Errr, no, how bout this?  It was almost 8AM when I finished preparing my stuff and off I go.  Tinakbo ko na nga halos yung dapat na nilalakad ko.  Gawd, I'm late.  Di pa marunong makisama LRT, nagmamadali na nga ako, nagpupuno pa ng pasahero kahit puno na ang train.  We met at past 830AM.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;"Lawton.  I miss the days.. Super."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Kay&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;" size="3"&gt;PART 1: THE PHOTOSHOOT&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fort Santiago.  There was an entrance fee of P50 for students and P80 for adults.  ( I'm not sure if its P80 or P70, I forgot T_T )  Good thing we always bring our IDs.  While we were paying our entrance tickets, a Manong Guard saw Kris holding a tripod and approached us saying that if we will do a pre-nuptial photoshoot, we need to get a permit.  What the..  We're students, Manong Guard!  We told him na lang that we need the photos for our class.  Haha!  I loved the place.  Fort Santiago = WOW.  The ambience was great.  Ang peaceful pa, super.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We were supposed to do grass shots, but the sun was too bright so we decided to look for a place where there is not much sunlight.  Luckily, we found a nice place to shoot and I changed my clothes.  Kris chose that orange dress I don't really like.  Haha!  Pero yun na nga pinaka-contrasting color sa mga dala kong damit, so yun na lang.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Click, click, click!  After a few minutes, there were lots of people watching us.  Huwaaa.  Ano kala niyo sa amin, palabas?!  Talagang dun sila tumambay pa sa tagong place na yun, eh, nung nagpunta nga kami dun walang katao-tao.  Weird weird.  There was these two girls pa nga na parang binubuntutan kami.  Weeeeird.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;"Isipin mo, ngayon ka lang nakalaya mula sa matagal mong pagkakakulong."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Kris Viceral&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Went around the place.  Click.  Click.  Lakad.  Click.  Clickkkkk.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There were many tourists of different nationalities - Americans, Chinese, Canadians, etc.  And oh, there were LOTS LOTS LOTS of Koreans.  As in.  Parang kami nga ang mga turista dun, mas marami pa kasing foreigners kesa mga Pinoy.  Haha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;0130PM.  We rested na.  It was fun.  ^____^&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;" size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;PART 2:  THE MISADVENTURES&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;May dalawang taxi kaming tinawag, both refused na isakay kami, traffic daw kasi sa UST, etc etc.  Whatever Manong.  Drivers like you should be reported, you're just lucky I wasn't in the mood to get your plate numbers.  Di kasi namin kabisado yung rota nung mga jeep dun kaya taxi sana, but then, we decided to ride a jeep na lang, nakalagay LAWTON.  Dumaan nga sa Lawton, pero hindi sa Lawton na Lawton.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"OMG.  Saan pupunta tong jeep na to?  Sana bumaba na tayo dun sa malapit sa Lawton, too late na!"&lt;br&gt;"Bahala na, adventure toooo!!!"&lt;br&gt;"I think I know na san pupunta tong jeep, China Town siguro."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And yun nga, dumaan nga sa China Town and sa may malapit sa Carriedo Station kami bumaba.  Change of plans, super.  Haha!  We ate na lang sa Jollibee Carriedo, makikipagkita kasi si Kris nun kay Rona, a photographer friend of his.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tuwing kakain ako sa Jolibee dito sa Carriedo, &lt;br&gt;dito ako lagi napupunta sa mesang 'to, dito rin mismo sa upuang ito."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Kay&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;"Destiny mo nang maupo sa upuang yan."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Kris&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;" size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;PART 3:  THE PHOTOGRAPHERS&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hidalgo, Hidalgo.  Photography galore.  Ang daming cam!  Nosebleed lang mga usapan ng dalawang kasama ko, di ako makarelate gaano.  Haha!  Hintay lang kayo, next time pati ako kasama niyo na sa pagcacanvass ng Photography stuff.  =D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After the Hidalgo experience, we went to UST na, nagsubmit ng portfolio kasi si Kris and Rona sa Varsitarian.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;While we were in UST pala, I saw this blue Kia Pride car from afar and thought, "ano kaya kung yan yung car namin dati?  Super destiny naman yun kung sakali.."  &lt;br&gt;Palapit yung car..  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"WTF WTF WTF TEZ 375!?!?!?!?!  Teka, tama ba!??!  TTTT-EEEE-ZZZZZ  3333-7777-5555!?!?!  OMG OMG OMG OMG.  Yan nga yung kotse namin dati!!  Yan nga!  As in yan talaga!!!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;"OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;-Kay&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Grabe, I was shocked super.  Kukunan ko dapat ng picture pero the car was running fast so the time I had my camera, it was too late.  Ang layo na nung car.  OMG talaga.  Super WOW.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;" size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;PART 4:  THE ICE CREAAAAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cerealicious. Treat ni Kris.  =D  He ordered Oreo and Juliet and me?  I forgot what I ordered!  Wahaha!  I'm not a suki of Cerealicious eh, huwaaaa.  Pero I love Cerealicious.  =D  Since naubusan ng ice cream sa Cerealicious, we headed to San Mig Foodstop and bought a pint of ice cream - Double Dutch yaaay!  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;"Love ko talaga mag-ice cream, pero nag-i-ice cream lang ako pag may kasama ako."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;-Kris&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Engineering Building.  Pavillion.  Tambay.  Chika.  Shoot.   Reminisce.  Nakaka-miss.  Waaaah.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;" size="3"&gt;PART 5:  THE CHEVERNESS&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So why cheverness?  Kasi wala na akong maisip na title.  Haha!  Went to 7-11 (my favorite store! =D) to buy slurpee for me and Gatorade Blue something for Kris.  I just love the 7-11 store in Lawton.  Ang daming memories dun.  Tapos ang sarap mag-people-watch.  Stayed there for almost 30 minutes, I think.  Paglabas ng store, ang lamig!  Parang may aircon sa labas.  Yun.  LRT na.  Ako, pa-Monumento and si Kris, pa-Baclaran.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was a fun-filled day.  Nakakatuwa.  Waaaah. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;" size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nakaka-miss ang buhay Tomasino pero mahal ko na rin ang buhay Lasalista&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;If only I could be in two places at the same time,&lt;br&gt;in two schools at the very same time."&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Kay&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-3770497166151465129?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/3770497166151465129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=3770497166151465129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/3770497166151465129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/3770497166151465129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2009/01/fort-santiago.html' title='Fort SantiaGO!'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-8109976345199290296</id><published>2009-01-07T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T01:49:43.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodnayt</title><content type='html'>At dahil nagpost ka pa ng blog entry para sa goodnight, ako rin!  Haha!  Kala mo kaw lang ah.  Haha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;" size="5"&gt;Goodnayt Ate Daneninig.&lt;/font&gt;  Kelangan mo na rin matulog kundi pano na si Pusa.  Haha!  Lets make zzzzz na.  Asa.  Haha.  Magsusulat pa ako ng mga text messages at babasahin ang buhay nila Odysseus.  Haha.  Goodlak na rin sa mga itatayp na mga minutes.  Haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Goodnaaaayt! =D  &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pusa.  Meow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cat.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-8109976345199290296?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/8109976345199290296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=8109976345199290296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/8109976345199290296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/8109976345199290296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2009/01/goodnayt.html' title='Goodnayt'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-9085948389711361991</id><published>2009-01-06T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:38:44.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just my luck!  I've to change ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;January 05, 2009.  First school day of the year.  Like others, I still didn't want to go to school, bitin sa bakasyon super.  Worked with my school works just the night before:  2 concept papers, take home prelim exam in Philippine Literature and reviewed for my prelim exams for World Literature.  How I wished then that the night won't end na lang.  But that's just impossible.   I managed to finish my paper works but haven't reviewed that much.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;545AM.  I woke up.  Ate my breakfast, took a bath, did my morning rituals.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7AM.  School.  Stayed in one the cabanas to read my mythology book.  I have to memorize all their names, gawd.  I love mythology - Roman, Greek, whatever pa yan.  Yeah, I really do.  Pero mythology exams are just different.  Umaayaw ako sa mythology kapag exam na ang pinag-uusapan.  I don't know, sa professor ko lang ba yun na mahirap magbigay ng exam o ako tong nabobo dahil sa katamaran.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;730AM.  Gosh.  Philippine Literature class.  Nakakatamad super.  10 minutes passed.  Wala yata si sir!  After a few seconds, there he is, papasok na sa room.  Huwaaaa..  Nakakatamad!  He talked about our take home prelim exam.  I figured out pa nga na 2 out of the 3 questions he gave us, mali pagkakakopya ko!  So ewan ko lang kung tama pa yung mga sagot ko nun.  Hay.  Inaantok kasi ako super nung nag-discuss siya noon about that take home exam.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"There are some things in life that are not meant to be understood but to be accepted."&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Sir Dicen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Here we go again with Sir Dicen's words of wisdom.  Kahit super siya mag-criticize ng kahit ano o kahit sino, this is one thing I like about him.  So far, he's the only professor in our school who made me jot down what he says, uhm, not really, pag lesson kasi, hindi naman ako nagjojot down.  Haha.  Yung mga ganitong words lang kinokopya ko.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;So eto na yung ilan sa kanyang mga sinabi yesterday.  Though pag-ookray, natawa ako.  Haha!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Man, by nature, is intelligent.  But man's intelligence is limited.  Kaya nga bilog ang ulo ng tao eh, kasi may hangganan.  Kaya nga sabi sa sukat raw ng utak nalalaman kung matalino ang isang tao, kapag maliit ang ulo, maliit rin ang utak, utak ipis, bobo.  Kung malaki naman ang ulo, sabi nila matalino raw, pero ang hindi nila alam na yung iba, hindi naman talaga matalino, may hydrocephalus lang."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ang mga Pilipino, makabago na talaga, marami nang may halong lahi kaya magaling!  Galing ng Amerikano, ng Tsinoy, ng Hapon, pero ang pinakamahalaga, ang kapal ng mukha ng pagiging Pilipino!  Kaya umaasenso!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;New Year Churvas:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sabi nila, pag new year daw, maglagay ng maraming coins sa bulsa para swertehin, para yumaman.  Kalokohan!  Kahit isang truck pa ng coins ang ilagay mo sa bulsa mo, kung batugan ka, kahit kailan hindi ka yayaman!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wag daw maghahanda ng turkey kapag new year.  Kasi ang turkey raw parang manok, isang kahig, isang tuka.  Eh, kung bigay lang sa akin ang turkey, bakit hindi ko ihahain yun?!  Eh yung maliit na turkey nga $50 na, tapos hindi mo ihahain?!  Eh mas malas pa yung hindi mo ihain yun di ba?!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Pag new year daw, tumalon para tumangkad.  Isa pang kalokohan!  Kung si Dagul ba naman ang tatalon, kahit anong talon niya hindi siya tatangkad kasi nga unano siya!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh diba.  San ka pa.  Haha!  First class was pretty good.  Not bad to start the year with. =D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;9AM.  Phil. Lit's over.  My next class = Trigonometry, 12PM.  Stayed in our office muna.  12PM.  Oh my.  Inatake ng super katamaran.  Didn't attend my class.  Hay.  I won't do this again.  Grabe, ang bad ko.. T_T  Ate lunch na lang together with Ate Daneninig, Ate Phia and Ate Shiny.  VetMed people.  Parang ang sarap tuloy magVetMed.  Waah.  Nakakatuwa pa, Will texted me saying he has something for me from Iloilo.  Piaya!  Yaaay!  Met another friend pa pala nila Ate Dane, si Kuya Syrd.  Haha!  VetMed people are cool. =D  I just wonder why I'm not close with the ComSci people here.  Waaah.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;0130PM.  Computer Programming 3.  Tinatamad ulit pumasok.  3 hours yun, laboratory class kasi.  Katamad.  Hindi na pwedeng hindi pumasok, it feels bad rin kahit papano.  So there, I attended my class.  New topic.  Crystal Reporting.  I think it was cool.  Buti na lang pumasok ako.  And being the pasaway that I am, while our professor's discussing bout that Crystal Reporting, you know what I did?  I downloaded Photoshop brushes.  Lots of Photoshop brushes.  Haha!  Kahit may firewall and restrictions yung mga computers, I managed to pass through all of it!  Wahaha!  Bad koooo!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;0430PM.  Oh my.  World Literature.  Prelim exam.  I haven't reviewed much!  Siguro 50% lang nareview ko.  Syet.  Ang tamad ko kasi.  I've to change this.  15minutes.  25 minutes.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sana wala si sir para makapag-review ako.  Promise magrereview na ako.  Promise talaga."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;-My mind&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My classmate announced na wala raw si sir so yaaaay!  Walang exam!  Sa Thursday na!  OMG OMG.  I've to review super super! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; I &lt;3 You, Jesus!  You heard my heart!!  =D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-9085948389711361991?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/9085948389711361991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=9085948389711361991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/9085948389711361991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/9085948389711361991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-my-luck-i-to-change-me.html' title='Just my luck!  I&amp;#39;ve to change ME!'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-7539000114021390297</id><published>2009-01-02T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T01:19:36.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunionologies</title><content type='html'>JANUARY 2, 2009 - a day after New Year's Day, may 3 lakad ako: (1) get togother ng LYC, (2) reunion with highschool kada and (3) kainan and gala with CSB friends c/o Van.  Dahil di ako pinayagan sa LYC get together dahil sa masyado raw malayo ang MOA, dun na lang ako sa reunion ng highschool kada ko.  Dun kela Van, hindi na pwede kasi nauna na ako nag-oo sa reunion namin.  Super fun day.  Nakakamiss ang buhay highschool super.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;REUNION - ito yung dahilan bakit nagkita-kita kami kanina.  Kasi miss na namin ang isa't-isa.  Ito yung pagsasama ng mga topakin, pasaway, makukulit at ewan na mga tao.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;TROPANG PASAWAY + BJ - mga kabarkada ko nung highschool, mga ka-reunion ko.  Tropang Pasaway = Ako, Ache, Abbey at Leo (err. Kabute?) + Gerome (Tukmol) at si BJ (Higante) pero di nakapunta si Gerome dahil may office raw siya, ewan, nagsisipag.  Holiday naman. Wah.  Isang Comsci (ako), Advertising (Abi), Computer Engineering (BJ) at dalawang Accounting (Ache at Lei).  Si Gerome nga, nagtatrabaho na sa isang office somewhere in Intramuros.  Mga taong pasaway.  Mga adik.  Mga malalakas magtrip.  Mga totoong kaibigan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;TRINOMA - Triangle North Manila, yun sabi ni Abbey na meaning ng TriNoMa, nabasa raw niya yan sa Manila Bulletin kaya walang aangal, walang kokontra.  Dito kami nagreunion.  Dito kami lagi nagrereunion.  Peyborit hang-awt namin.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;MUKHA NI KFC AT SA MAY "M" NG MCDO - nasa 1st floor ng Trinoma, sa may activity center.  Dito pinapupunta ang mga kaibigan pag late sila at hinahanap ka na nila dahil anjan na sila, at kami..  Nasa 3rd floor, pinapanood sila paano mawindang sa kakahanap sa amin.  Pano kami nakita?  "Tumabi ka sa mukha ni KFC, tumalikod ka.  Hanapin mo kami dun, yung mga kumakaway na mukhang ewan.  After 48 years, nakita na rin kami sa wakas.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;THE RIGHT PLACE AT THE RIGHT TIME - linyang bagay na bagay kapag kumakain ka Chowfan sa foodcourt ng Trinoma tapos makikita mo pababa sa escalator yung mga lab na lab mong friends.  Saktong-sakto.  Patapos na pati ako kumain nun, mga isang kutsara na lang.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;TIMEZONE - eto lagi naming pinupuntahan sa Trinoma.  Arcade.  Laging blockbuster.  Marami kang makikitang mga adik.  Siksikan lagi.  Kahit konti lang tao sa mall, pag pumunta ka sa Timezone, maiintindihan mo bakit konti lang tao sa mall - sangkatutak kasi ang nasa Timezone.  Haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ADIKS - Makikita sa dalawang Timezones sa Trinoma.  Mga taong hindi kumukurap ang mga mata dahil nakatitig sa screens ng nilalaro nila at kahit wala na sa harap ng arcade machines, eh, sige pa rin yung kamay nila sa kapapalo sa mga 'imaginary' machines.  Mga isang oras mahigit ang hihintayin mo para makagamit ka ng ginagamit nilang games.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;SQUIRTING FOUNTAIN - pangalan ng isang fountain sa park sa Trinoma.  Yung may fountain sa 1st floor na magssquirt ng tubig papuntang 2nd floor tapos papuntang 3rd floor at papuntang 4th floor pa yata.  Basta nagssquirt siya at ang cool niya, nalimutan ko lang kung ilang floors yung fountain na yun.  Bansag ni Abbey yan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;BLUETOOTH - yan ang kailangan mong i-on ayon sa mababasa mo sa isang advertisement whatever sa labas ng Timezone na mas konting tao.  May FreeBs daw.  Kaya kami, on agad.  Walang virus virus!  Basta may libre, walang takot-takot! XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;FreeB - yan raw yung makukuha mo pag nag-on ka ng Bluetooth sa Timezone.  Basta sa TriNoma.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;TRIPLETS - magkakapatid na adik na naglalaro sa mas konting taong Timezone.  Mga adik sa Guitar Freaks at Drum Mania yata yun, basta yung parang may mga non-stick fry pans na nakakabit sa machine tapos may mga ilaw-ilaw na blue, green, red, basta may colors.  Mga rich kids, gold na ang Timezone card at mukhang lumaki sa loob ng Timezone.  Hayup sobra kung magsipag-laro.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;BATTERY - Mortal enemy ko sa tuwing may lakad ako.  Kung kelan ko kailangan, saka pa nadedead ang battery ko.  Pano na yung pictures niaaaan.  Tsk.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;PUTI - suot ng mga kasama ko nung nag-reunion kami.  Kala mo pinagusapan na may color coding sa paggamit, pero wala.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;JACKETS - suot ng mga tao pag malamig.  May iba-ibang style.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;DRUMSTICKS - mga kahoy na nakaipit sa bag ko.  Pinagkakamalan akong tumutugtog sa banda dahil dito.  May gusto pa ngang makijamming sa akin eh.  Kala mo naman marunong ako?  Haha!  Pwede pa, strawberry jamming.  Hehe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;BASKETBALL - paboritong game sa arcade.  Naka-score ako ng 111 lang.  Wahuhu.  Blockbuster ang pila.  Maraming mga adik na umaabot sa libo ang scores.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;GHOST SQUAD - arcade game na baril-barilan chever.  Uniform ko dun is Ninja and yung weapon ko eh.. ewan.  Basta baril!  Dahil dito, naturingan akong war freak nila Abbey.  Haha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;BATUHAN GAME SA ARCADE - nalimutan ko yung pangalan nung game eh, basta may mga kailangan kang batuhin sa screen using small, colorful balls.  Super blockbuster rin.  Kahit isang swipe lang, isang batalyon ang pwedeng maglaro.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;FOODCOURT - lugar na may mga upuan tapos maraming mga kainan.  By 4's ang majority sa mga upuan don.  Sa pinakababa ng Trinoma.  Katabi lang ng Landmark na grocery.  Dito nagpupunta kapag mga gutom at pagod na after magpaka-panic mode sa Timezone.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;GIDRUMS at +20EXTRASTRONGPHONE (tama ba? hehe. ) - Eto yung mga sinendan ni Abbey ng picture ng cake thru bluetooth nung nagtrip kami.  Yun pala, bluetooth yun ng mga kasamahan namin.  Ang ewan lang.  Haha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ANGELICA DELA CRUZ - artistang nakasalubong namin nung papasok kami ng CR sa may foodcourt.  May narinig pa akong siya raw si 'Angelica Panganiban".  Haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;CHOWKING - Lahat ng kinain ko ngayong araw eh puro Chowking. Haha!  Pero ok lang, wala namang kasawaan sa pagkain.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;CHOWFAN - inorder ko nung lunch at eto rin yung tinreat sakin ni BJ nung dinner/snack time namin.  With matching dumplings pa.  Hehe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;TOY STORE - pinupuntahan ng mga college students kapag namimiss nila ang kanilang kamusmusan.  Para mag-enjoy sa katitingin ng mga toys kahit wala ka naman talagang balak bumili.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;CHOPSTICKS - Eto ang ginagamit sa pagkain ng rice.  Bawal itusok sa Chowfan kasi bad manners yun, dapat nakalapag lang.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;SPOON - ginagamit kapag hindi mo na kayang i-chopsticks ang Chowfan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;BENDABLE STRAW - straw na binibigay sa Chowking.  Pag tanga ka at hindi mo tinitingnan nang mabuti, aakalain mo ordinary straw lang yun until makita mo sa kasama mong umorder rin sa Chowking na bendable yung sa kanya.  Saka mo lang marerealize na baliktad pala yung lagay mo ng straw sa iced tea at magiging dahilan ng laugh trip ng buong barkada.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ENTRANCE / EXIT - mga doors sa Trinoma na may sensor.  Pag tumayo ka sa harap nun, automatic bubukas ang pinto.  Kung malakas trip mo at malakas loob mo, tumayo ka lang sa harap nung entrance o exit para never na sumara yung pinto, pati ikaw never na aalis dun at bukod sa pagtitinginan ka ng tao, malamang mapapagalitan ka rin at iisiping ang weird-weird mo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;BAHA - makikita sa poster ng Trinoma sa harap ng SM na side.  Sabi dun na nanalo raw ang Trinoma sa architecture and design sa Asia, 2nd place.  Pero pansinin mo, imbes na kalsada yung nasa harap ng Trinoma sa poster (tarp whatever), eh may baha, parang river!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;UE LETRE - bus na sinasakyan namin pauwi pag galing Trinoma.  Mahaba ang nilalakad.  Swerte mo pag makasakay ka kaagad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;930 PM - yan ang oras ng uwi kapag nag-enjoy ka sa reunion niyo.  =D   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-7539000114021390297?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/7539000114021390297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=7539000114021390297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/7539000114021390297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/7539000114021390297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2009/01/reunionologies.html' title='Reunionologies'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-2553954231135065448</id><published>2009-01-01T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:52:30.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell 2008!  Hullo 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;" face="georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An optimist stays up until midnight to see the new year in.  A pessimist stays up to make sure the old year leaves.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Bill Vaughn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yeah.  It's New Year's Day.  Mas masaya pa ang New Year ko kesa sa Christmas.  Wah.  Here are some the reasons:&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.  First time namin na-open lights ng Christmas tree namin nung New Year's eve.  I dunno bakit kagabi lang namin binuksan yung lights.  Ay, nabuksan ko na pala lights nun, nung tinayo ko yung Christmas tree namin. Wah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kzaiwo.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SVzQ6goKCHYAAEko1js1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://kzaiwo.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SVzTmQoKCHYAABxlgPE1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://kzaiwo.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SVzQ6goKCHYAAEko1js1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kzaiwo.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SVzQ6goKCHYAAEko1js1/pasko.jpg?et=DRASBmr5IThfkX35yHm9jA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://kzaiwo.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SVzQ6goKCHYAAEko1js1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kzaiwo.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SVzTmQoKCHYAABxlgPE1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our Christmas Tree.  Madilim lang.  Taken last night using my Nokia 6300.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.  New Year = New Puppy!  Pag gising ko kahapon, may nakita na lang akong puppy dito sa bahay.  We named him "Happy" para HAPPY New Year pero I call him "Doogeh"  (parang Doggie pero baliktad).  Haha!  Native dog.  Cute cute.  Super bibbo pa!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kzaiwo.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SVzQ6goKCHYAAEko1js1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://kzaiwo.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SVzTmQoKCHYAABxlgPE1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kzaiwo.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SVzTmQoKCHYAABxlgPE1/doogeh.jpg?et=u%2BSrxJle77gXfGmcDceTLQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PICTURE ABOVE: Disdis (upper) and Olin (lower) with Happy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BELOW:  Akoooo at si Happy Doogeh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kzaiwo.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SVzUrgoKCHYAAEJi4po1"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 205px;height: 273px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kzaiwo.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SVzUrgoKCHYAAEJi4po1/CATastrophe067.jpg?et=UytFoJwo%2BVuFFhNb3mzlIQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.  The fireworks.  The sparklers.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kzaiwo.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SVzVKgoKCHYAAFRkAhM1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kzaiwo.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SVzVKgoKCHYAAFRkAhM1/CATastrophe040.jpg?et=Jw89KqYOGKHJudNBAFqoCA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ako.  Nag-iisparklers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.  My Ube Halaya Sandwich.  Freakin' weird that I am.  Nilagay ko sa bread yung Ube Halaya and shaped it - letter K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kzaiwo.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SVzVoQoKCHYAAF9dZPw1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kzaiwo.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SVzVoQoKCHYAAF9dZPw1/CATastrophe047.jpg?et=cOJQVdHTOBBTWdZFxzNQYg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My K-shaped Ube Halaya Sandwich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.  Pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kzaiwo.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SVzWIQoKCHYAAHEp5SI1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kzaiwo.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SVzWIQoKCHYAAHEp5SI1/CATastrophe016.jpg?et=Mm6i8I8ThUb0WZokIrfKZw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me, my Mom and my Ache.  Sabi ni Mommy niyan, "Huwag niyo akong picturan, panget panget ng suot ko eh!"  Sakto lang na na-capture siya, so, sorry Ma! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.  My phone's back!  Nabuhay na ang phone ko!  Mula sa kanyang pamamahinga mula 7 PM ng December 25, dinala namin siya sa Nokia Center sa Cuberzone and yay, andito na siya!  Rejoice! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-weight: bold;" src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.  Super movie marathon!  Oh yea.  Watched 4 movies yata today.  Nalimutan ko, STM gawd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.  Tried registering for unli last night, 630PM.  Tanga-tanga, nalimutan kong mahirap nga daw mag-register.  So ayun!  Lumipas ang 12AM na di ako unli.  Good thing is around 2AM, nagtext sa akin si Globe na unli na raw ako.  Wahoo!  I consider myself lucky pa rin.  Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh there.  My New Year's day.  To all, good luck!  Nalagpasan natin 2008!  At kering-keri natin nyan ang 2009!  Go go go!  We'll rock 2009!  &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;BTW, since nasira nga ang phone ko, I lost most of my contacts.  Yung mga natira lang eh yung mga lumang contacts ko naka-save na sa sim.  Lahat ng nasa phone memory went buh-bye.  Ayun, please send me your contact numbers para ma-update ko yung phone book ko.  Nakakawindang pag maraming nagtetext sayo tapos puro numbers lang nag-aappear.  Ang mas mahirap pa, eh, pag tinetext mo kung sino sila, konti lang nagrereply.  Nakakawindang.  Haha.  Happy new year ulit!  &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;" face="georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif"&gt;We will open the book.  Its pages are blank.  We are going to put words on them ourselves.  The book is called Opportunity and its first chapter is New Year's Day.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;" face="georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif"&gt;-Edith Lovejoy Pierce&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-2553954231135065448?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/2553954231135065448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=2553954231135065448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/2553954231135065448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/2553954231135065448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2009/01/farewell-2008-hullo-2009.html' title='Farewell 2008!  Hullo 2009!'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-1815910964030047003</id><published>2008-12-27T20:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T13:58:09.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Thermal Paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; I'm currently working on my collection - receipts, food wrappers, tickets, scratch papers, tags, whatever.  I just keep everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kzaiwo.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SVZevwoKCHYAAFgGwfU1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" height="231" src="http://images.kzaiwo.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SVZevwoKCHYAAFgGwfU1/4.jpg?et=GWsdSHGmIeddLzh2N2d2vg&amp;amp;nmid=0" style="height: 112px; width: 155px;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kzaiwo.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SVZeGQoKCHYAAEeud0A1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" height="293" src="http://images.kzaiwo.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SVZeGQoKCHYAAEeud0A1/3.jpg?et=VZTglxSpfi7JekxDJs23bA&amp;amp;nmid=0" style="height: 116px; width: 158px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kzaiwo.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SVZdeAoKCHYAADXKHIY1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kzaiwo.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SVZdeAoKCHYAADXKHIY1/2.jpg?et=GtGWSujzGdYCs5B1dW9eQw&amp;amp;nmid=0" style="height: 122px; width: 164px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kzaiwo.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SVZcpAoKCHYAACarV0Q1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kzaiwo.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SVZcpAoKCHYAACarV0Q1/1.jpg?et=pX5UC03lJX1OvhBhb5RLSA&amp;amp;nmid=0" style="height: 120px; width: 162px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Errrness lang talaga, the time I opened my old shoeboxes full of the stuff I mentioned above, I noticed, yung ibang receipts ko, nabubura yung mga nakasulat kahit they're well kept.  Damn those thermal paper receipts.  See.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;THERMAL PAPER RECEIPT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kzaiwo.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SVZZpQoKCHYAAFccIC01"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kzaiwo.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SVZZpQoKCHYAAFccIC01/thermal-paper.jpg?et=ahaaut4OWHJIZ4JkzCFi3A&amp;amp;nmid=0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kzaiwo.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SVZZpQoKCHYAAFccIC01"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old receipt was dated October 16, 2008 and the new-er one is.. I forgot the date.  Basta its newer, maybe like November or so.  I dunno what's with my scanner now, it doesn't scan really good so I can't see the date.  I must do some adjustments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ORDINARY RECEIPT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kzaiwo.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SVZZpQoKCHYAAFccIC01"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://kzaiwo.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SVZaPQoKCHYAAGFMQK41"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kzaiwo.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SVZaPQoKCHYAAGFMQK41/ordinary.jpg?et=p%2Cu5DWCx7DPOPaoaoQrZDQ&amp;amp;nmid=0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Here are some of the ordinary receipts from my collection.&lt;br /&gt;Left = July 2008&lt;br /&gt;Right = May 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?  Malinaw yan, yung pagkascan lang di gaano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok sana yung thermal paper eh, maganda tingnan and everything, pero sa longivity, talagang nabubura siya.  Sana yung ordinary receipt na lang ginagamit sa market.  Or sana maayos yung whatever is wrong with the thermal paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="multiply:no_crosspost" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-1815910964030047003?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/1815910964030047003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=1815910964030047003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/1815910964030047003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/1815910964030047003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2008/12/damn-thermal-paper.html' title='Damn Thermal Paper'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-3070022620104293781</id><published>2008-12-26T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T02:42:13.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Ampness</title><content type='html'>My phone died.  As in dead - off.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nagsusulat kasi ako nun, and nalowbatt ako, then poof!  Nung chinarge ko na, ayaw na mag-on. =(&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ayaw magload ng messages and gallery. Nagrerestart every 3 minutes.  Hay.  Saktong Christmas Day pa.  &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/sad.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Help. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/sad.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-3070022620104293781?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/3070022620104293781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=3070022620104293781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/3070022620104293781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/3070022620104293781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-ampness.html' title='Christmas Ampness'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-8123240638199524812</id><published>2008-12-25T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T02:12:48.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alphabet of Thanks</title><content type='html'>During the past months, I have experienced depression, loneliness, emptiness, etc.  I have been apathetic, emotional (super!), nostalgic, or whatever you may call a girl who’s obsessed with her past.  I thought that I'd be like that forever, thinking that what's over can't be the present anymore.  But now, I realized that I'm not like that anymore, so I dedicate this entry to all the people who have helped me be who I am today, a person who had died mentally and emotionally but resurrected and now, a better and a stronger person.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My Alphabet of Thanks&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A - ACHE.  My super loved sister!  You know what, you're just the best.  I am so lucky you're my sister.  Though you're super pasaway and hard-headed at times (huwaw, hindi halatang mas bata ako no? lol.), you're still the BEST.  Huuuuugsss!!!  Lablab.  =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;B - BES.  My guy bestfriend, Kris.  =)  Marami nang pinagdaanan friendship natin and you're still here.  I just want you to know that I appreciate all your efforts and sacrifices, super.  Lalo na yung sa kaadikan ko sa V-League that you went home super duper late at na-dedz ka sa mom and kay Ate Ice mo (wow close! =D).  Thanks to me, you were grounded.  Haha!  Thanks.  I treasure our friendship alot, kahit di halata.  Promise.  Hehe.  Oh, and sorry kung wala akong kwentang katext minsan, sinasabi nga ni Franz, "Oh, yan Kay, nagdisappearing act ka na naman."  Sorreeee!  Huuuuuggggs! =D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;C - CAT.  Canlubanger Cat, the tall and pretty one.  I dunno, I have known you for weeks pa lang pero somewhat I see myself in you.  =D  Your blogs and works inpire me ALOT.  That changed me.  Keep it up, Cat, you're just... GREAT!  I still can't believe you're only 16.  I look up to someone who's younger than me.  I can't imagine my everyday without reading your blog entries.  Haha!  =D  Thanks!  Huuuuuggggsss!!! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;D - DAH.  Uhh, I'm sure you don't know me.  Maliban na lang kung naaalala mo face ko (namin!) nung nakasabay kita sa bus.  Haha!  LOL.  Naloka ako sayo eh (lol =D), nabuhayan ako ng energy and everything.  Haha!  Oh my, Kay.  Tsk.  Gawd.  Stay great and cute!  Errr, hope to see you again!  =D Thank you!  Huuuuuggggsss!!  XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;E - ELAINE (ELAIN!).  Haha.  I like your name without the E eh, nasanay kasi ako ng Elain na spelling, I thought kasi ganyan talaga yung spelling nun.  Haha!  Uhmm, haven't talked to you personally pa eh, as in chika.  Sayang, co-officer sana kita, pero I didn't stay long, I had to transfer to another school eh.  Nakakatuwa, everytime I feel sad kasi, text lang ako sayo and ganun ka rin.  Good luck kay GUY ha.  Cuteness nung picture niyo together, sa wakas, nakita ko na rin siya (sa picture)!  Ang laki ng na-help nung pagkekwenuhan natin about our experiences sa pag-heal ko.  Super!  Thaaaanks Elaaaaain!  See yeah next year!  Huuuuuggggggssss!!!  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;F - FAMILY.  Thanks to my Mom, my Dad and to my siblings.  Syempre, walang tatalo sa family.  Even I felt that the world had turned its back on me (ay, may back ba ang world?!  Gawd, Kay!), you were still there to protect me and make me feel loved and special.  You're my greatest possession.  If ever God had given us the chance to choose our families, I'd still choose you 'coz you're simply the BEST and the COOLEST.  To my mom who cares for us so much, kahit ang tatanda na namin, ginigising pa, kahit sabi mo tamad ako and self-centered, kahit sabi mo wala ako ibang inatupag kundi computer, kahit sabi mo kukunin mo cellphone ko dahil text ako ng text super, kahit hindi mo ako pinapayagan sa mga gala ko, yung love na binibigay mo sa amin ay di mapapantayan ng kahit na anu man dito sa mundo.  =)  I love you, Ma!  Super duper duper duper.  To my dad, thank you super sa paghahatid sundo sa akin lagi and pati pag may mga friends akong laging sinasabay and pinapahatid kung saan-saan.  Never ka nagreklamo.  Thank you sa pagloload lagi sa prepaid nating SmartBro kahit ang lakas ko gumamit sa internet, super.  Thanks you for buying me banana chips and cassava chips everytime nag-gogrocery ka.  Thank you sa pagsusupport sa akin sa mga La Salle activities ko, super!!!  I love you, Daaaaa... Bros and sisters, salaaaaamaaaaat!!! =D  Family Huuuuuuuuuuuugggggg!! =D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;G - GEL.  Uhh, the least person I thought I'd write here.  Inagaw mo siya sa akin eh.  Haha!  I don't even know you, haven't talked to you yet and we both know each other lang through kwentos, I think.  Pero you inspired me when I read your emo entries before.  And now I really am thankful for making agaw sa kanya from me.  =D  Errr, hindi naman talaga siya sa akin eh.  Umeetchos lang ako.  Hehe!  I know di ‘niyo’ naman mababasa to, pero thanks talaga,as in thanks.  =D Hugs?!  Huuugggs!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;H -&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I -&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;J – JESUS CHRIST.  Our Lord and Savior.  Thank You for guiding me always.  I owe you everything, just EVERYTHING.  I now know why all these things happened to me, it’s because You want me to be stronger and more mature.  And I’m sorry for EVERYTHING.  EVERYTHING.  Thank You.  Thank You.  Love You.  =) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;K - KAMBAL.  You know my dark dark secret.  Hehe.  I never thought I'd share that to anyone.  You never fail to be here for me.  Though we don't see each other often now, though we don't write each other letters anymore, though we seldom send text messages, you were still that Kambal I knew more than 4 years ago.  Kahit matanda ka na at ako, well, young pa (lol), hindi yun naging hindrance sa super friendship natin.  Kelan ulit tayo gagala, Kambal?  Mishuuu!!  Labyu Kambal! =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;L - LYC FAMILY.  My new friends!  I treasure you guys so much, super duper duper.  It feels great to have you guys.  Our presence in the camp was never an accident, talagang sinadya yun ni God kasi gusto Niyang magkakila-kilala tayo and maging friends.  See you guys soooon! =D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;M – “MEECHEE”.  Oh yea.  So thank you for making me that bitter person.  Dahil sayo, I’m striving for more.  Haha.  Kahit wala nang communication and everything, you were part of my history.  “When love and hate collides.”  I owe to you my success and failures too.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;N - NO. 7, KAY APLASCA.  Err, kahit superstar ka Volleyball world, di lumalaki ulo mo.  Thanks for sharing your life's stories with me.  Thanks rin for listening to all my heart's dramas.  You know what, yung promise natin sa isa't-isa naging effective sa akin, hope its the same there.  Di na ko emo!  Uhh, konti na lang pala!  See you on summer!  Pakilala mo ako sa team ha!  Huuuuuggggsss!! =]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;O -&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P - PATRICK.  Closest guy friend sa school ngayon.  You know what, nung kinwento ko sayo yung kadramahan ng buhay ko, life started to unravel itself.  Thanks sa pakikinig sa kadramahan ko rin.  =D  Kelan turon session natin, ah?  Don't change ah, and sorry sa shortcomings ko, wag na kayo magtampo ni Wash dahil lagi ako nasa office ah.  Waaaah.  Yebeng, Mr. Dimples na, Mr. CASET pa.  What’s next, Mr. DLSAU?  Haha!  See you!  Thaaanks ulit! =D  Huuuuugggggssss!! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Q&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;R – RICH (Kambal!) and GAZHEL.  Yeah, were treeeeplets. =D  Wowowowowow na nakilala ko kayo.  Nakakatuwa we have a lot in common.  Pati yung backgrounds natin pare-parehas halos, amazing!  Sayang di ko kayo naka-bonding dati nung UST pa ako.  Bawi-bawi na lang.  See you next year!  =D  Huuuugs! =D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;S – STRANGERS.  Oh yea.  To all the athletes, artists, writers, students, musicians, leaders, failures, weirdos, crazy people whom I have stumbled upon, thanks.  Well. strangers have the capacity to inspire me, super.  Just a minute of talk with these people can make (or break) my day.  =D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;T - TINIG FAMILY.  I never thought life in a publication would be this great!  In the presence of great people kasi like you guys, ang happy ng life!  Despite the deadlines, stress, sleepless nights and everything, ang saya lang talaga.  Ate Dane (AE), I dunno, your presence just brightens up my day!  Parang may something aura ka that makes people around you feel better, feel happy.  You're this person who's great in everything you do, promise!  Ate Lara (ME), I can't imagine our office without you.  Parang skeleton ka ng office, pag wala ka dun, parang lanta ang office.  Thank you for everything especially nung LYC!  Super bonding!! =D  PonkANN (NE), huwaaaa!?  Goodbye Twilight, ahuhu!  Like what I told you before, super natakot ako sayo nung interview ko sa pub, away mo ko eh, hehe!  Pero thanks rin dun, it inspired me to be better eh.  And look, now you're my PonkANN!  I'm lucky to have found you!  Ate Genette a.k.a AMO(AD), thanks for being a good amo!! =D  Taggish!  Ter-ti-payb!  Panalo lahat ng banats mo, super!  Napakaboring ng office kung wala ka.  Wala na kaming clown lol.  Haha!  At syempre kay EIC, Kuya Ohman at Former EIC, Kuya Mheo, ang back-to-back tandems.  Super wow kayo, the pub is so lucky to have people like you as EICs. =D I look up to all of you, friends!  =D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;U - UST PEOPLE.  CSB!  Kung alam niyo lang na araw-araw ko kayo naiisip, tsk!  Super mahal ko kayo, alam niyo ba yun?  Thank you for treating me still as a part of the block (the family).  Distance won't break us apart.  Kahit bihira na lang ako dumalaw diyan sa UST, kahit magkaaway na tayo sa UAAP, V-LEAGUE, etc., kahit green-blooded na ako at kayo, yellow, hindi niyo pa rin ako kinakalimutan.  Promise kayo lang ilolove ko ng ganito sa mga magiging family ko sa class, wala nang papalit sa inyo.  =D  Group huuuuuuuggggggg!!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;V - VARSITY TEAM MATES.  Especially to Patrick and Washington (KEPT ft. RDS barkada) Guys, seryoso, thank you.  If I hadn't known you, my first semester in DLSAU would have been super miserable.  Though you often hear me talking of how much I miss my UST friends, you were still there to listen and support me.  Buti di kayo nagtatampo sa akin.  Hehe.  Super thanks!  Training ha!?  Huuuuggggssss!!! =D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;W – WALTER.  Huwaw.  Tagal na ring walang communication tapos wala ka pa sa Multiply ko.  Pero super thanks.  Para kang shock absorber ko eh, tuwing down na down ako, bigla ka na lang sumusulpot.  Nakakatuwa.  Super thanks!! =D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;X&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Y&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Z – ZE GIRLS OF CSB.  Wahaha!  Gumaganun pa eh, nuh?  Airapotz, Bipbip, Pepitapotz, Lyrabels, Amberlicious, RaiRaiPotz, Eckapotz and syempre, Wikiyows.  Super duper duper duper duper duper duper thaaaanks.  Grabe.  Kung wala kayo, di ko maimagine buhay ko.  Salamat sa pagtawa niyo sa mga jokes ko lagi, sa pagpapasensya sa akin twing tinotopak ako (lol, wahaha!), sa company, sa experiences, sa memories, sa lahat.  Super duper thanks.  See you guys soooooon!  Lablab!  Huuuuuuugsss. =D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Err.  Sa Lahat, nabanggit ko man o hindi, super thanks.  As in, as in.  Sorry blank yung iba, sabaw na ako eh.  Nakakadepress masiraan ng phone. =[ gawd.  Hay. &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-8123240638199524812?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/8123240638199524812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=8123240638199524812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/8123240638199524812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/8123240638199524812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2008/12/alphabet-of-thanks.html' title='Alphabet of Thanks'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-5766034310559865277</id><published>2008-12-24T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T22:33:44.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>Guys.  I'm gonna make this simple lang.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" size="6"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY CHRISTMAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Have fun!  Never forget today is Jesus' day, so pray and be thankful.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Enjoy eating yer Noche Buena, friends! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-5766034310559865277?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/5766034310559865277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=5766034310559865277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/5766034310559865277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/5766034310559865277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-4893982669599457944</id><published>2008-12-24T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T21:28:31.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Servei</title><content type='html'>1. What's one thing that's heavily weighing on your mind?&lt;br&gt; - "WHY?"  I have alot of why's. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. What's one thing you've learned from a good friendship gone bad?&lt;br&gt; - Nothing lasts forever.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. What's one thing you've learned lately from love?&lt;br&gt; - That it's not an assurance of anything.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. Is there anyone special in your life in general at the moment?&lt;br&gt; - Yes.  Alot.  Family and friends.   You. =D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. What's a happy time you've had in the past week?&lt;br&gt; - Partiiiies.  Paskuhan.  Text moments.  Our paper's release.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6. Is there anything in your past that you'd like to try again?&lt;br&gt; - Haha.  Yeah.  Super.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. Who do you like to spend your nights with?&lt;br&gt; - Furends.  Hahaa.  Chika moments. =D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. Are you an emotional person?&lt;br&gt; - I'm a liar if I said No. XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;9. Are you self conscious?&lt;br&gt; - Yeah, at times.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;10. Do you think of others before yourself?&lt;br&gt; - Sometimes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;11. What's something that can always make you feel better?&lt;br&gt; - Ice cream.  Friends.  Internet!  Sleep.  Haha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;12. Who was the last person you had a crush on?&lt;br&gt; - Err.  That volleyball player. =D &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;13. Where do you see yourself this time next year?&lt;br&gt; - Somewhere I'm supposed to be. lol. =D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;14. Do you tend to make relationships complicated?&lt;br&gt; - Err.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;15. Who do you feel the most comfortable around?&lt;br&gt; - Tinigians.  Teammates.  CSB.  Family.  Myself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;16. Is there something that you're waiting for?&lt;br&gt; - Yeah, I'm waiting for 'nothing'.  How good is that?  Haha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;17. One thing you're not looking forward to?&lt;br&gt; - Resume of classes.  I want a long vacation. =D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;18. How do you feel about change?&lt;br&gt; - It's essential and unavoidable.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;19. What are you most looking forward to?&lt;br&gt; - Christmas eve. =D  LYC get together!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;20. What are your plans for your next birthday?&lt;br&gt; - Eaaaat. =D  Invite some friends over.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;21. Do you even care about your birthday?&lt;br&gt; - Yesssshhh.  I want to be at least, happy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;22. Do you think anyone in general out there loves you?&lt;br&gt; - Yessssh.  I have my family and friends. =D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;23. When do you think the world will end?&lt;br&gt; - When God says so.  Only He knows.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;24. What's the most expensive piece of clothing you own?&lt;br&gt; - Hmmm.  Lemme think.  I'll check my closet later. =D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;25. Why do you drive the car you have right now?&lt;br&gt; - I don't drive.  Huhu.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;26. Do you still talk to the person you LAST kissed?&lt;br&gt; - Yeah, my mom! =D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;27. Have you ever seen your best friend cry?&lt;br&gt; - Some of them, yes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;28. What kind of vitamins did you take as a kid?&lt;br&gt; - Flinstones!  1-6-12.  Ascorbic Acid.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;30. Did you get any compliments today?&lt;br&gt; - Hmmmm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;31. Are you friends with your neighbors?&lt;br&gt; - Not really.  Acquaintance, yes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;32. What were you just thinking about?&lt;br&gt; - Answers to these questions.  Haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;33. Name the places you have lived in.&lt;br&gt; - Home.  House.  Here.  Dito.  My own world.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;34. When was the last time you drove more than 15 minutes?&lt;br&gt; - The only thing I can drive is my mountain bike.  Err.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;35. Have ever had a crush your on your sister's/brother's friend?&lt;br&gt; - Ohyea.  Hahaha!!  =D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[ Love from ServinSurveys dot multiply dot com ]   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-4893982669599457944?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/4893982669599457944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=4893982669599457944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/4893982669599457944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/4893982669599457944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2008/12/random-servei.html' title='Random Servei'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-5691256660496058568</id><published>2008-12-23T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T16:42:03.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day that Whuz</title><content type='html'>&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;" size="5"&gt;December 19, 2008&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;Another late, late, late entry.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" size="3"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PUBLICATION PARTEEEEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-I was late for.. uhh, 2 hours (?).  Pero sakto lang, pagdating ko sa office, chill muna ng ilang minutes then saka pa lang nagstart parteeey. =D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Super camwhoring with Tagz.  Oh yea!  We looked like crazy kids then.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-TINIG’s 30th anniversary!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Pagkastop ng car sa harap ng gate ng school, may nakita si Dad na guy holding a parang newspaper..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dad:  Yan nab a dyaryo nyo?! &lt;br&gt;Kay:  Ahhm.. *took a closer look*  Yan na nga yata!  Yeah!!  Dyaryo na nga naming yan!!&lt;br&gt;Dad:  Tingnan mo nga sa guard, baka meron na, kuha ka ng isa, daliii!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;- Foods.  Fooodss.  Fooooodsss.  Kinain naming yung ilang araw naming di kinain!  Pero bitin pa rin!  Chicken lollipop.  Haha!  Tinapay Usapan!  Dilaw na Taxi!  Sa January ha?  Hahaha!! =D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Gifts.  Lotsa gifts! =D Thaaaankss, Tinigians and teammates! =D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Ohyea.  Madagascar drawing book.  Made me smile.  Haha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-“Love ya a bunch too!” =D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Received a text message from someone that made me smile for hours. =D  Errr..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Saw cats doing something.. not good.  Haha. XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-A jacket for P250 &amp; shirts for P120 = super bargain (and oh, the brand is Lee)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-SepAnx is simply contagious.  Pati sa pub kumakalat na SepAnx disease.  XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;" size="3"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ON MY WAY TO UST / BEFORE PASKUHAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Rode the LRT.  I saw an old lady so I gave her my seat (wow ang bait. =D)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-After passing by a station, yung someone sa harap ko tumayo, and ako pinaupo sa seat niya.  (And you know what?  Kamukha niya crush ko!  Ohmy.  Haha!  The..The.. Gawd!! *blush* =D)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Central or Tayuman Station?  Central?  Baka sakaling makasalubong ko ‘siya’.  Err. Stop it, Kay.  Pathetic me.  Oh yea, I need to go pala sa Dapitan to dropby Mine’s dorm.  So Tayuman.  Central?  Crap.  Tayuman.  Final na yan.  Tayuman Station!   Too bad saglit ko lang nakita si Crushie-look-a-like.  Wahaha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Mine’s dorm.  Sinalubong ako ni AIRA, MINE and RAIRAIPOTS.  Huuugs!  I missed you so muchie!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Dropped by Aira’s dorm.  We made chika for a while.  =D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;- Giiifts.  More giiifts. =D  Thankies!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;- Met the guys.  Wow, ang bobongga niyo na.  Super tagal ko na nga kayo di nakita. =[  Nakaka-miss super.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-NHIL is soooo tall.  AIRA too.  AKO rin, in my dreams. Errr.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PASKUHAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Parade.  Bonggang-bonnga. =D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Fireworks is one thing you shouldn’t miss in Paskuhan.  WOW talaga eh.  Humiga na kami sa damo.  WOWOWOW super.  May mga shapes na yung fireworks!  May smiley face, flower and heart!  There was also this firework na hanggang sa ground umaabot siya.  Parang fire rain churva.  Basta t’was great – super!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;- I was given a free food stub, thanks RAI! =D  May free food tuloy ako sa Wendy’s.  Burger, drinks and macaroni salad!  Yuuuum. =D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Cellphone networks were terrible.  All tangled up.  As if all the people were in UST.  Yung messages ng hapon, midnight na dumating.  Paskuhan trademark.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-UST transformed to Divisoria sa sobrang jam-packed.  Super daming tao as in.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Umikot sa UST with WIKI.  Actually papuntang McDo lang.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Made chika and hunting with RAIRAI.  Heart-to-heart talk.  Met her bestfriend and some of her friends pa. =D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Photography sessions with BES sa Main Building.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Freebies hunt.  Wondered (and ranted!) why there were no freebie stalls in Plaza Mayor when I realized that they were in front of the Beato building.  Ayun, naubusan na ng freebies.  =(&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Bands played.  Join the Club, etc.  Pinaka-wow ang Bamboo.  The others were fine tho.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Super sayawan sa songs.  Wave!!  Talon!!  We were like 10 dancing then.   May formation pa, ROW.  Haha!  Pinagtinginan tuloy ng mga tao.  Haha!  Super fuuun!  =D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Made chika with LYRABELS.  =D  Sayang di kita naka-close nun.  Tsk.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-I was hugged for like a hundred times.  Wahaha!  Matagal-tagal na naman bao tayo magkita-kita ulit. =(&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-HE is super BIPOLAR.  Stop confusing RAI.  You’re just giving her heartaches.  Please, think about things and stand where you’re supposed to.  Wag yung ganyan na dito ka ngayon then bukas doon ka.  You’re making everything complicated.  Sorry na.  Ampness kasi.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;- Waited for a friend for I think an hour.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Left UST at 12AM, thanks super kay Dad sinundo kami. =D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Everything was great.  Memories will be kept forever in my treasure box, my memory.  =) &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-5691256660496058568?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/5691256660496058568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=5691256660496058568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/5691256660496058568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/5691256660496058568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-that-whuz.html' title='The Day that Whuz'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-9196569558458044626</id><published>2008-12-23T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T16:40:11.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;" size="5"&gt;Of all the jack of all trades I know, I suck the most.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/sad.png"&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-9196569558458044626?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/9196569558458044626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=9196569558458044626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/9196569558458044626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/9196569558458044626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2008/12/crap.html' title='The Crap'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-4433878363730877598</id><published>2008-12-18T04:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T09:46:48.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yay!  After 4 days of OVER, OVER, OVERSTAYING in our office, we finally finished our school paper.  It's the first paper that'll be published since I entered our publication.  Yeah, very tiring.  Sleepless nights talaga but undeniably, we had FUN.  Super.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We also learned a couple of things:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1.  Things to bring when you will spend the night in the office: jacket, flashlight, arinola (wahaha!  Tagz! =D), cellphone charger and LOTSA FOOD.  And when I say LOTSA, i really mean LOOOOTS!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2.  EIC has enough charms to let the guards allow us stay in the office like uhh, 3am? 4am?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3.  When under the influence of STRESS (that's like, uhh, a drug for us.), people change - they become..  Err, not-so-PEOPLE. XD&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4.  Call a restaurant to explain to them why we are still in our office even if its almost morning and ask for their apology.  Did I make sense?  I guess no. XD&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5.  Tropang Bampira.  OPLAN 7'11!  =D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6.  GREATEST FEAR:  MOMS!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7.  Oh yeah, we don't know what SLEEP means.  All we want is to EAT.  Tinapay usapan!!  Wassat?  Breadtalk! =D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;8.  Yummiest dinner?  Hansel + Oheya + Clover Chips!  Thank you, Ate Dane! =]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;9.  Prelim Exams?  No need to review.  We need to SLEEP. Haha!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;10.  You know OKOY?  It's called Shrimp Omelette.  Okay!? =D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;11.  Idiot, Shit, Whore, Bitch and Asshole are Tinig members.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;12.  "Don't look at my feet!  Nacoconscious ako!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;13.  Camwhoring is never that fun!  =D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;14.  Protect your pictures and videos in case there's someone who'd try to delete it.  Stolen shot.  =D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;15.  When you'll home at 3AM, stay in a friend's house.  Drink Mountain Dew, coffee and eat bibingka and biscuits.  Don't sleep, just make chika all night long.  It's fun, I promise.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;16.  "Sinong na-ccr?!  Samahan niyo akooooo, pleaaaasssseeee."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;17.  Sabaw.  Sabaw.  Sabaaaaw!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;18.  Magtitreat si EIC ng Tinapay Usapan at Dilaw na Taxi!  Pati Pinritong Manok ni Kentucky!  =D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;19.  Those who are not part of the "Tropang Bampira - OPLAN 7'11" missed half of their lives.  We had fun, super.  Mainggit kayooo!!! =D  Di kayo nagpaparamdam eh.  Tsk.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;20.  "Diyan ka na matulog sa office niyo!  Wag ka nang umuwi dito!"  The Script.  XD&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;21.  Paper will be released later!  REJOICE!!  =D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;22.  Tagz should apply as a stand-up comedienne.  Wow girl. =D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;23.  I should be HER tandem.  Haha.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;24.  Theme song: "Tertipayb!  Tatlo isang daan!  Tertipayb!"  Hahahaha.  Singer: Tagz&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;25.  We saw walking and floating green clothes with a helmet pa nga.  haha!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;26.  07:30pm is actually 07:30am.  Hahahaha.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;27.  Sleep while typing a blog entry.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;28.  LL talks = FUN!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;29.  I need to sleep.  Seriously.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;30.  Prelim exams @ 10AM. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-4433878363730877598?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/4433878363730877598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=4433878363730877598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/4433878363730877598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/4433878363730877598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-over.html' title='It&amp;#39;s Over'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-7391161516082520266</id><published>2008-12-09T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:24:05.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KAYristmas Wishlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kzaiwo.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/ST4OXwoKCHYAAC-feiw1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kzaiwo.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/152/1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kzaiwo.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/152/1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Christmas Wishlist!!&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;My Christmas wants!! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;1.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font color="#009900" size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TABLE TENNIS PADDLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" style="WIDTH: 347px;HEIGHT: 216px;" height="138" src="http://images.kzaiwo.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/ST4KGAoKCHYAAEYZZgY1/rackets.jpg?et=sn62BFeOOEpE%2CMkljYwKpA&amp;nmid=0" width="235" border="0"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I bought my Donic paddle for P680 but I’m just not satisfied with its quality.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I shouldn’t have ran after the brand, I think I can classify what I bought only as a hobby bat.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want a tacky one!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The stickier (?) the better.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Any brand would do as long as it has the ITTF mark in it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;=D&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Err, and not the pimps out!&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kzaiwo.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/ST4KwAoKCHYAAFgQTk81"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Pwede ring:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#009900" size="3"&gt;BLADE&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" style="WIDTH: 120px;HEIGHT: 150px;" height="216" src="http://images.kzaiwo.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/ST4LCQoKCHYAAFVeMmM1/bla-optimum-plus2034820x20400.jpg?et=wy%2CpLDDehtWMhVwhzgqzyQ&amp;nmid=0" width="149" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.25in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;or &lt;font color="#009900" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RUBBER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.25in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kzaiwo.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/ST4LVQoKCHYAAFxqWEo1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" style="WIDTH: 154px;HEIGHT: 165px;" height="256" src="http://images.kzaiwo.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/ST4LVQoKCHYAAFxqWEo1/neos-sound1.gif?et=M0ZQ%2CO8o1UCPwMCmiuUooA&amp;nmid=0" width="224" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.25in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.25in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#009900" size="5"&gt;2.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;LA SALLE&lt;/st1:place&gt; AND UST STUFF&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.25in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" style="WIDTH: 134px;HEIGHT: 146px;" height="222" src="http://images.kzaiwo.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/ST4LxAoKCHYAAGtBm641/1zm3768.jpg?et=Q383zm%2BD%2CmwFJjPk6fjOrQ&amp;nmid=0" width="175" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.25in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kzaiwo.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/ST4LxAoKCHYAAGtBm641"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" height="251" src="http://images.kzaiwo.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/ST4L-goKCHYAAGuknfA1/2008finalanimoei0.jpg?et=46qcfbGZRM6zJLXGC%2BKoiA&amp;nmid=0" width="255" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Lanyards, button pins, shirts, jackets, ballpens, notepads, whatever that has the UST or &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;La Salle&lt;/st1:place&gt; thing in it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I'm collecting these eh.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;=D&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want the lanyard most though.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;SHIRTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;I want alot of shirts!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Shirts!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Shirts!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Shirts!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Shirts!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;=D&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Any color would do.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The lady fit a, not the ordinary, straight cut.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;=D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;4.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;NECKLACE / ANKLET&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Want!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Want!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My anklet broke kasi.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Huhuhuhuhu. ='[&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;NEW &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;BATTERY&lt;/st1:place&gt; FOR MY PHONE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;My phone battery sucks big time!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Oh, I want a picture of this!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Where is my phone?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Uhhh, it's dead.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What the.. The cameraaa...&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Grrr.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;BTW, my phone is &lt;font color="#009900" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nokia 6300&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;, battery model &lt;font color="#009900" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BL-4C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;WACOM TABLET&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;I want this!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Errr, slash that.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I need this!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Better yet, a &lt;font color="#009900" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TABLET PC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;! Roar!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;7.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;SPORT SHORTS&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Adidas?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nike?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whatever.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To boost my spirit during trainings.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;=D lol.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hahaha.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;8.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;2 GB Memory card&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;1 GB isn't enough.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Limited songs.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Limited pictures.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Huhu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;CAMERA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Canon, Sony, &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Olympus&lt;/st1:place&gt;, etc.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I really want a DSLR!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As in I want I want I want I want!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you give me this, Imma hug you forever na!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hahaha!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;10.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;JACKET&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Emo jackets!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Haha!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Black and white combination would be great!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;11.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;PORMA SHOES&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Like this!!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Errr!!  Kawawa my closed shoes eh, overused.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;12.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;SPORT SHOES&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Mine are about to break down na rin, used it in running - super, Basketball, Volleyball, Badminton, Table Tennis, etc!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Again, overused!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;13.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;ART STUFF&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Scrapbook stuff and the likes!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just &lt;3 these!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;=D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;14.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;LOTSA LETTERS&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;I dunno, I love writing and receiving letters!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The longer the better!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;15.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;FRIENDS&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Besides God's previous gifts to me (friends), He gave me a bunch of new COOL, COOL, COOL FRIENDS as His advance Christmas gift!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; !!!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love you God!!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thanks for giving them to me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;=D imma take care of them promise, super!!!&lt;strong&gt; &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#009900"&gt;you campers!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;16.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;LOTSA HUGS&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Share a hug!!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gimme a hug!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Luv'et, luv'et!!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;CSB (UST) FRIENDS, prepare my hug a, I want ALOT of them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;ALOTLOTLOTLOTLOT!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;See you guys on the 19th!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;17.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;You can give me anything though.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whatever - a candy, a keychain, chuculet, whatever.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As long as you remember me, I'd love it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Huuuuugsss for yeahh!! =D =D =D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;That's all I can think of now.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, btw, &lt;font color="#009900"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;puhleaaase include even a short letter&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;in your gifts for me, a'ryt!?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And &lt;font color="#009900"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hugs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;, a greet of &lt;font color="#009900"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merry Christmas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;and &lt;font color="#009900"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let's greet Jesus a happy, happy birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;!!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;=D&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That would make happy happy happy happy happy!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;FONT-FAMILY: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-7391161516082520266?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/7391161516082520266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=7391161516082520266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/7391161516082520266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/7391161516082520266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2008/12/kayristmas-wishlist.html' title='KAYristmas Wishlist'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-5868006227887190710</id><published>2008-12-06T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T01:09:10.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartache Overload</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Don’t I have the right to be happy?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everytime I get to see a glimpse of light, you suddenly pull me down and make me see only the dark.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why is it that everything is never enough for you?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Again, I’m saying this, you never fail to make me feel like I’m never enough. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Go ahead and tell me how useless I am if that’s what satisfies you, if that’s what makes you happy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tell me how selfish I am if being selfish for you is when I love you and when I care for you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wish so I could disappear so you could never hurt me again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m tired of all these crap.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I thought you want to see me happy?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thought you want what is best for me, but what?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You’re just making my life painful and your life miserable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why do you make me feel like I haven’t done even a single thing right?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Does that make you happy?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do I have to act like someone perfect just for you to appreciate me?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now let me ask you again, are you happy now?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Are you happy now that you’re seeing me like this?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But still, I do not have anything against you, you’re perfect the way you are and still, I love you and that’s something irreversible.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-5868006227887190710?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/5868006227887190710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=5868006227887190710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/5868006227887190710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/5868006227887190710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2008/12/heartache-overload.html' title='Heartache Overload'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-7946775997110354754</id><published>2008-12-06T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T01:05:10.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap. Crap. Crap.</title><content type='html'>   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kzaiwo.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/STqv7AoKCHYAAFBrU901"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.kzaiwo.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/STqv7AoKCHYAAFBrU901/LE-copy.jpg?et=AZFFkpRlJAGZQ7Sx9HmpUw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" size="3"&gt;You shouldn’t be a jack of all trades and a master of none.&lt;/font&gt;” – Sir Dicen&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It made me think. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ouch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sapul pala ako.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A friend of mine even regarded me before as a “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rose of all trades&lt;/span&gt;” since ‘Rose’ is my second name and Jack and Rose are from Titanic.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I realized, I can do a lot of things but I’m not good with any of those.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can do whatever they ask me to do, yeah, but I.. Err, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;just don’t excel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ang galing mo naman, Kay!  Ang dami mong kayang gawin!&lt;/span&gt;” –Tagz&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was asked to do a poem for our school paper.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I used to write poems pero it took me a long time to think of what to write.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The time I have written my poem, I’m not even satisfied with it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thought of a way to relate poem-writing to my forte (which now I think I’m not even good at it), arts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And poof!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finished work at the right side.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Crap.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What’s good about this?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A Christmas tree-shaped poem with nothing really special or striking in it, I think.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Crap.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Crap.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Crap.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-7946775997110354754?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/7946775997110354754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=7946775997110354754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/7946775997110354754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/7946775997110354754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2008/12/crap-crap-crap.html' title='Crap. Crap. Crap.'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-6874189419881814662</id><published>2008-12-06T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T17:57:35.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LYC Story</title><content type='html'>I want to know your stories, campers.  &lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Why did (or how) your OSA choose you to be a delegate for the camp?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Care to share? =D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, I'll go first, I was walking that time when Ms. Jen (OSA Activities Coordinator) approached me and told me "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have received recommendations for you to be one of the delegates for the LYC Formation Camp&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;"  Parang something like that.  So ganun lang yung akin.  I was suprised and naisip ko na super lucky ko kasi they only chose 3 college representatives eh.  Super thankful ako kay Ms. Jen, she opened the door for my opportunities (outside the school opportunities). =D  Super thank you. =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;So what's yours?  Shaaaare. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-6874189419881814662?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/6874189419881814662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=6874189419881814662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/6874189419881814662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/6874189419881814662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2008/12/lyc-story.html' title='LYC Story'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-6410442279583525288</id><published>2008-12-04T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T00:27:01.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LYC's First</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 1 of my LYC TRILOGY. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!-- [if !supportLists] --&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;font-weight: normal;font-size: 7pt;line-height: normal;font-size-adjust: none;font-stretch: normal;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- [endif] --&gt;-I was with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;6 great schoolmates&lt;/span&gt; – Ate Lara, Will, Rex. CJ, JB and our bunso, Dwight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The latter 5 are my new friends, we didn’t know each other back then.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ate Lara, on the other hand, is my Managing Editor in our school publication, Tinig.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!-- [if !supportLists] --&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;font-weight: normal;font-size: 7pt;line-height: normal;font-size-adjust: none;font-stretch: normal;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- [endif] --&gt;-8AM – EDSA’s &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;traffic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!-- [if !supportLists] --&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;font-weight: normal;font-size: 7pt;line-height: normal;font-size-adjust: none;font-stretch: normal;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- [endif] --&gt;-It was my first time staying and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;sleeping in school&lt;/span&gt; (not sleeping in class, I’ve done that so many times already. Haha.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lol.).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Though we stayed in their retreat house, it is still uhm, in school.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!-- [if !supportLists] --&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;font-weight: normal;font-size: 7pt;line-height: normal;font-size-adjust: none;font-stretch: normal;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- [endif] --&gt;-&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-weight: bold;"&gt;STUPIDY STRIKES #1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You put your pillow on the side where the headboard is, not the other way around.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Haha.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t even wonder why I’m the only one (oh, and ate lara) whose head is in the opposite direction til I felt like something’s wrong, it’s only then that I realized. Lol.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!-- [if !supportLists] --&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;font-weight: normal;font-size: 7pt;line-height: normal;font-size-adjust: none;font-stretch: normal;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- [endif] --&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Envelope mailbox&lt;/span&gt; = COOL! :]&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!-- [if !supportLists] --&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;font-weight: normal;font-size: 7pt;line-height: normal;font-size-adjust: none;font-stretch: normal;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- [endif] --&gt;-It’s fun playing the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;get-to-know-each-other game&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Arrange yourselves according to your birth month! Haha!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!-- [if !supportLists] --&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;font-weight: normal;font-size: 7pt;line-height: normal;font-size-adjust: none;font-stretch: normal;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- [endif] --&gt;-Kat-Kat-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Kay-Kay&lt;/span&gt;-Paul-Pol Haha! Triple twins!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!-- [if !supportLists] --&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;font-weight: normal;font-size: 7pt;line-height: normal;font-size-adjust: none;font-stretch: normal;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- [endif] --&gt;-Birthplace: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zimbabwe&lt;/span&gt;. Lol.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hahaha!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!-- [if !supportLists] --&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;font-weight: normal;font-size: 7pt;line-height: normal;font-size-adjust: none;font-stretch: normal;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- [endif] --&gt;-First day lunch is almost the same as that of our food during our seminar, Scribed2008, though one thing’s lacking: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;BEEF CHURVA&lt;/span&gt;! XD&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!-- [if !supportLists] --&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;font-weight: normal;font-size: 7pt;line-height: normal;font-size-adjust: none;font-stretch: normal;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- [endif] --&gt;-&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-weight: bold;"&gt;STUPIDITY STRIKES #2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Don’t be deceived by the wrapper a cupcake has.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s not a fruitcake! XD&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!-- [if !supportLists] --&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;font-weight: normal;font-size: 7pt;line-height: normal;font-size-adjust: none;font-stretch: normal;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- [endif] --&gt;-A talk show has never been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;THAT inspiring&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;=]&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!-- [if !supportLists] --&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;font-weight: normal;font-size: 7pt;line-height: normal;font-size-adjust: none;font-stretch: normal;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- [endif] --&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-weight: bold;"&gt;Live Jesus in Our Hearts&lt;/span&gt; isn’t really an easy song to dance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Haha!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sundance!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yea!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I forgot what they called the “&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ate Minay steps&lt;/span&gt;”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Haha!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But one thing is sure, it’s super fun dancing that!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!-- [if !supportLists] --&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;font-weight: normal;font-size: 7pt;line-height: normal;font-size-adjust: none;font-stretch: normal;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- [endif] --&gt;-Never wash your oh-so-bubbly hair even if it has &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-weight: bold;"&gt;half a bottle of giant shampoo&lt;/span&gt; in it – that’s a secret to success.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Haha!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!-- [if !supportLists] --&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;font-weight: normal;font-size: 7pt;line-height: normal;font-size-adjust: none;font-stretch: normal;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- [endif] --&gt;-If there’s Plan A, there should also be Plan B and Plan C and end up not following any of these plans.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In that case, Plan D suddenly appears – &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOLLOW WHERE YOUR GROUPMATES ARE GOING AND JUST DO WHAT THEY SAY&lt;/span&gt;, without anyone knowing that there is actually that Plan D.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Haha!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ok, I confused you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Haha!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!-- [if !supportLists] --&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;font-weight: normal;font-size: 7pt;line-height: normal;font-size-adjust: none;font-stretch: normal;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- [endif] --&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hula-Hoops&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Luwag!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Luwag!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hurry!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Balik! Takbooooo!! =]&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!-- [if !supportLists] --&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;font-weight: normal;font-size: 7pt;line-height: normal;font-size-adjust: none;font-stretch: normal;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- [endif] --&gt;-In a blow-the-flour-and-eat-the-mentos game, have a groupmate be the “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;flour-blower&lt;/span&gt;” and the others “&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-weight: bold;"&gt;blow-the-flour-for-me-and-I-will-eat-the-mentos&lt;/span&gt;”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Haha!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!-- [if !supportLists] --&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;font-weight: normal;font-size: 7pt;line-height: normal;font-size-adjust: none;font-stretch: normal;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- [endif] --&gt;-Never let your body &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;touch the garter&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Uhh, is that a garter? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!-- [if !supportLists] --&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;font-weight: normal;font-size: 7pt;line-height: normal;font-size-adjust: none;font-stretch: normal;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- [endif] --&gt;-&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;STUPIDITY STRIKES #3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In an amazing race, if ever there is a part where you have to eat some food, never think that a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;3-layer Sky Flakes&lt;/span&gt; is actually a simple 3-layer Sky Flakes and just eat it like that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After one second, you’ll suddenly realize that your nose is almost in fire ‘coz that 3-layer Sky Flakes has this green thingy called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Wasabi&lt;/span&gt; inside it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!-- [if !supportLists] --&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;font-weight: normal;font-size: 7pt;line-height: normal;font-size-adjust: none;font-stretch: normal;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- [endif] --&gt;-Left-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Left&lt;/span&gt;-Right-&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-weight: bold;"&gt;No!&lt;/span&gt;-Right-&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bagsak&lt;/span&gt;-Wag!-&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forward&lt;/span&gt;-Bagsak!-&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hindi!&lt;/span&gt;-Left-&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-weight: bold;"&gt;Right&lt;/span&gt;-Talon!!!! =D &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!-- [if !supportLists] --&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;font-weight: normal;font-size: 7pt;line-height: normal;font-size-adjust: none;font-stretch: normal;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- [endif] --&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Picture taking&lt;/span&gt; is part of an amazing race.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Serious faces, guys!! Then laughs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;XD&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!-- [if !supportLists] --&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;font-weight: normal;font-size: 7pt;line-height: normal;font-size-adjust: none;font-stretch: normal;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- [endif] --&gt;-When given a puzzle in a Lasallian activity (i.e. our super enjoyed Amazing Race – The LYC Edition), it would be &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-weight: bold;"&gt;St. Jean Baptiste de La Salle&lt;/span&gt;’s picture.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And keep it as a souvenir.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!-- [if !supportLists] --&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;font-weight: normal;font-size: 7pt;line-height: normal;font-size-adjust: none;font-stretch: normal;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- [endif] --&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;RJ of CSB&lt;/span&gt; is a great leader.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;=D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!-- [if !supportLists] --&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;font-weight: normal;font-size: 7pt;line-height: normal;font-size-adjust: none;font-stretch: normal;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- [endif] --&gt;-The winners’ prize:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;You get to take a shower first&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Our first shower during our camp!)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!-- [if !supportLists] --&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;font-weight: normal;font-size: 7pt;line-height: normal;font-size-adjust: none;font-stretch: normal;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- [endif] --&gt;-This is how you do the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Yoga&lt;/span&gt; position.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;=]&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!-- [if !supportLists] --&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;font-weight: normal;font-size: 7pt;line-height: normal;font-size-adjust: none;font-stretch: normal;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- [endif] --&gt;-“&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;This is your lifeline.  Never let go&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!-- [if !supportLists] --&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;font-weight: normal;font-size: 7pt;line-height: normal;font-size-adjust: none;font-stretch: normal;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- [endif] --&gt;-“&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-style: italic;"&gt;Be sure to choose the RIGHT path&lt;/span&gt;. “&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!-- [if !supportLists] --&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;font-weight: normal;font-size: 7pt;line-height: normal;font-size-adjust: none;font-stretch: normal;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- [endif] --&gt;-“&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;Knock three times and shout, ‘Lord, let me in!&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!-- [if !supportLists] --&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;font-weight: normal;font-size: 7pt;line-height: normal;font-size-adjust: none;font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- [endif] --&gt;Something weird and embarrassing happened to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Only I and the facis know this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Sssshhh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!-- [if !supportLists] --&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;font-weight: normal;font-size: 7pt;line-height: normal;font-size-adjust: none;font-stretch: normal;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- [endif] --&gt;-Eating &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Pringles&lt;/span&gt; is more enjoyable if you share it with friends. =D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!-- [if !supportLists] --&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;font-weight: normal;font-size: 7pt;line-height: normal;font-size-adjust: none;font-stretch: normal;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- [endif] --&gt;-You are supposed to sleep early.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Never bring your &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-weight: bold;"&gt;nocturnalship&lt;/span&gt; (taken from Kzaiwo Dictionary) outside your house.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!-- [if !supportLists] --&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;font-weight: normal;font-size: 7pt;line-height: normal;font-size-adjust: none;font-stretch: normal;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- [endif] --&gt;-When you can’t sleep, UNLI is useful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But luckily (sarcastically), you do not have enough balance so all you can do now is &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-weight: bold;"&gt;SLEEP.  SLEEP.  SLEEP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-6410442279583525288?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/6410442279583525288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=6410442279583525288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/6410442279583525288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/6410442279583525288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2008/12/lyc-first.html' title='LYC&amp;#39;s First'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-1173142925921330429</id><published>2008-12-04T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T15:42:26.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is cool. =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);TEXT-ALIGN: center;"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Again, stolen from Cat, meow. =D haha!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);TEXT-ALIGN: center;"&gt;&lt;font color="#006600"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);TEXT-ALIGN: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);TEXT-ALIGN: center;"&gt;&lt;font color="#006600"&gt;Leave any comment&lt;br&gt;and I'll reply by answering the following:&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;1. I'll respond with something random about you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. I'll tell you anything that reminds me of you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. I'll tell you my first memory of you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. I'll tell you my favorite memory of/with you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6. I'll tell you what group you're under and what your name is in my YM account.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-1173142925921330429?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/1173142925921330429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=1173142925921330429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/1173142925921330429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/1173142925921330429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-cool-d.html' title='This is cool. =D'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-721443774696243737</id><published>2008-12-04T04:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:41:38.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Realized that I'm Single, Taken and Heartbroken!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stolen from Cat - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://xirao.multiply.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;xirao.multiply.com&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wahaha!  Funny.  I realized how single, taken and heartbroken I am.  Haha!! Enjoy! =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Paano mo malalaman kung ang isang babae ay SINGLE, TAKEN o HEARTBROKEN?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;kapag kinakausap mo ang:&lt;br&gt;* &lt;b&gt;single&lt;/b&gt;, wala nang ibang sinasabi. kung ano ano lang. kung ano matripan niya.&lt;br&gt;* &lt;b&gt;taken&lt;/b&gt;, walang ibang sinasabi kundi tungkol sa papabeybs niya.&lt;br&gt;* &lt;b&gt;heartbroken&lt;/b&gt;, walang ibang sinasabi kundi tungkol sa papabeybs niya--dati. laging sinusumpa ang mga lalaki lalo ang ex niya.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;kapag usapang pagibig, ang:&lt;br&gt;* &lt;b&gt;single&lt;/b&gt; tahimik lang. di kasi nakakarelate. wala pa kasing experience. wala lang sa kanya.&lt;br&gt;* &lt;b&gt;taken&lt;/b&gt; puro positibo ang sinasabi sa pag-ibig na para bang walang negatibong bagay sa love. sinasabing worth it ang sakit para sa papabeybs niya. di pa kasi nakakaranas ng harteyk.&lt;br&gt;* &lt;b&gt;heartbroken&lt;/b&gt; ang pinakamadaldal. experienced at expert na! puro bigay advice sa mga friends. alam na ang mga baho ng pag-ibig. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;kapag sa inuman, ang:&lt;br&gt;* &lt;b&gt;single&lt;/b&gt; ang behave. inom lang ng inom. banat ng banat. joke ng joke.&lt;br&gt;* &lt;b&gt;taken&lt;/b&gt; unti uminom. baka magalit si papabeybs.&lt;br&gt;* &lt;b&gt;heartbroken&lt;/b&gt; ang walang habas na tatagay hanggang magumaga. mura dito mura doon. lahat para kei expapabeybs. magpapakalasing, magwawala, tatawagan si expapabeybs, iiyak at magmamakaawa. feeling niya may susundo sa kanya. ambisyosa.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;kapag tinext mo si:&lt;br&gt;* &lt;b&gt;single&lt;/b&gt;, magrereply kaagad yan.&lt;br&gt;* &lt;b&gt;taken&lt;/b&gt;, di yan magrerep. katext si papabeybs.&lt;br&gt;* &lt;b&gt;heartbroken&lt;/b&gt;, malulungkot kapag nakita na ikaw lang yung nagtext at hindi si expapabeybs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;sa group messages, malalaman mo ang babae ay:&lt;br&gt;* &lt;b&gt;single&lt;/b&gt; kapag banat yan at jokes. kung hindi naman e wala lang.&lt;br&gt;* &lt;b&gt;taken&lt;/b&gt; kapag di na nagpaparamdam sa group message. kung pumuti man ang uwak, ang gm niya e tungkol sa happy lab at siyempre di mawawala si papabeybs sa eksena.&lt;br&gt;* &lt;b&gt;heartbroken&lt;/b&gt; kapag lakas gm. puro inspirational quotes para sa sarili. pero kung superr bitterr na e tungkol sa expapabeybs niyang sira ulo at sa mga mapapait na karanasan sa lecheng pag-ibig.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;kapag inaya mong lumabas si:&lt;br&gt;* &lt;b&gt;single&lt;/b&gt;, go lang. basta payag ang parents.&lt;br&gt;* &lt;b&gt;taken&lt;/b&gt;, di pwede. kadate na naman si papabeybs. kung papayag siya, kasama si papabeybs. kung dapuan man ng sakit at pumayag, papaalam muna kei papabeybs bago sa magulang.&lt;br&gt;* &lt;b&gt;heartbroken&lt;/b&gt;, tatanong kung kasama si expapabeybs. (may cases na kapag malandi ka, kapag sasama si expapabeybs e jojoin ka. meron din namang kapag kasama siya e bigla bigla ka na lang mawawalan ng pera at biglang mei maaalalang emergency.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;sa pananamit, si:&lt;br&gt;* &lt;b&gt;single&lt;/b&gt;, kahit ano lang. kung ano sa mood.&lt;br&gt;* &lt;b&gt;taken&lt;/b&gt;, simple lang. sabi kasi ni papabeybs kahit ano suot maganda siya.&lt;br&gt;* &lt;b&gt;heartbroken&lt;/b&gt;, blooming! lahat mapapansin siya except expapabeybs. saklap. :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-721443774696243737?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/721443774696243737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=721443774696243737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/721443774696243737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/721443774696243737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-realized-that-i-single-taken-and.html' title='I Realized that I&amp;#39;m Single, Taken and Heartbroken!'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-291483790502016302</id><published>2008-11-21T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T02:44:23.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing</title><content type='html'>Why do people &lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXIST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; in our lives just for the sake of &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXISTING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;?  When in fact, I can't even feel their &lt;font style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" size="3"&gt;EXISTENCE&lt;/font&gt; anymore.  People disappear, their PRESENCE disappears.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nasaan na kayo?  Nagtatago lang ba kayo o sadyang wala nang balak magpakita ulit?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People always leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;"&lt;br&gt;-Peyton Sawyer&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nagdrama.  Sorry na.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At SAYO.  Thank you for disappearing.  I don't want your presence back, and yeah, &lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm just fooling myself again, making me believe of things that doesn't really exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-291483790502016302?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/291483790502016302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=291483790502016302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/291483790502016302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/291483790502016302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2008/11/missing.html' title='Missing'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-7591969604392081504</id><published>2008-11-18T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:07:18.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AmPASTlaya vs. PRUTyur</title><content type='html'>Oh, nagets nyo ba yung title?  Gulo ko diba?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wala lang.  &lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ampalaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;.  Pero hindi ampalaya.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Napadropby ako sa multiply niya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;.  Aray.  Haha.  Pero ewan.  May something sa akin na nagsasabi na buti na lang hindi nagwork out yung whatever kahit wala naman talagang whatever.  NBSB.  Oh diba ang gulo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Excited na ako bukas.  &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Feel ko bawat bukas makikita ko na si FUTURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;.  Whoever ka man, &lt;font style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" size="3"&gt;you're my savior sa aking kaampalayahan&lt;/font&gt;. hahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoy PAST, tigilan mo na ang pambubulabog sa aking PRESENT, baka masapak ka pa ni FUTURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;.  Hahaha.  Kabaliwan.  Sabaw.  Epekto ng STRESS.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-7591969604392081504?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/7591969604392081504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=7591969604392081504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/7591969604392081504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/7591969604392081504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2008/11/ampastlaya-vs-prutyur.html' title='AmPASTlaya vs. PRUTyur'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-6975166359160737395</id><published>2008-11-18T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T00:46:13.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHANEthing for you. =]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Haberdei Haberdei&lt;/font&gt; sa &lt;font size="5"&gt;lab na lab&lt;/font&gt; naming si &lt;font style="background-color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" size="5"&gt;ERA SHANE CELIS.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I made you some chever churva.  Hahaha..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kzaiwo.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SSLv5AoKCHYAAECrGOg1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.kzaiwo.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SSLv5AoKCHYAAECrGOg1/shane.jpg?et=dih%2Bdh9gsUtRObb4t0otMQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gusto mo lagay ko yan sa Friendster mo tapos i-link ko sa multiply mo?  Let me know.  Sana na-appreciate mo.  Haberdei ulit.  Ay, at nga pala.  May message yang churva kong yan. =]&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-6975166359160737395?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/6975166359160737395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=6975166359160737395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/6975166359160737395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/6975166359160737395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2008/11/shanething-for-you.html' title='SHANEthing for you. =]'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-7974509216198310453</id><published>2008-11-18T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T00:05:22.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Locker Churva</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[11.17.08]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6pm.  Tapos na World Literature class ko.  May pinaphotocopy.  Punta sa office.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last stop: GYM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; para mag-iwan ng gamit sa locker.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pagbukas ko ng locker ko, anong nakita ko?  Kaguluhan!  Parang ang kalat-kalat!  &lt;br&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Anu ba tong mga brown na to?&lt;/span&gt;"  Kinuha ang isa..&lt;br&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;AY?!  Bakit?  Para san to?  Sino naglagay nitong mga to?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 145px;height: 145px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://img370.imageshack.us/my.php?image=kzaiwo039ca7.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Eh, bakit ganun ung nilaglag sa locker ko?  &lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sino kayang naglagay nun?  Thanks ha! hahahaha.. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-7974509216198310453?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/7974509216198310453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=7974509216198310453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/7974509216198310453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/7974509216198310453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2008/11/locker-churva.html' title='The Locker Churva'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-3476731072288953644</id><published>2008-11-16T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T17:13:25.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Putek.</title><content type='html'>Whatta..  &lt;font style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" size="5"&gt;What the hell happened sa Friendster?!&lt;/font&gt;  Putek.  From 700 o 600+ yata na friends, &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;130 na lang natira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;!  Nakakaasar.  Shetness.  Tiningnan ko ibang profiles ng friends ko, at hindi ko na talaga sila friend sa FS.  Waaaahh!!  Add nyo ulit ako.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kzaiwo@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" size="6"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Putek talaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;.  Grrrrr!!&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-3476731072288953644?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/3476731072288953644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=3476731072288953644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/3476731072288953644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/3476731072288953644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2008/11/putek.html' title='Putek.'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-5655137312481451212</id><published>2008-11-13T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T23:45:08.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabaw!</title><content type='html'>Nung &lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st sem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;bagot na bagot&lt;/span&gt; ako sa buhay ko.  Masyadong &lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;monotonous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;!  Kabisado ko na ang takbo ng araw-araw ko.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Walang hassle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;walang stress&lt;/span&gt; na talagang nakakastress.  Walang mga bagay ng pinag-iisipan ng sobra.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Keri keri lang&lt;/span&gt;.  Studies?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Chikenpid&lt;/span&gt;.  Haha.  Iba kasi utak ko nun.  Pero sad ako, minsan happy dahil sa team8s pero sad dahil sa ewan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ngayong &lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd sem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sabaw!  Sabaw!  Sabaw!&lt;/span&gt;  Putek  yung utak ko.  Nasisindak pa ako dun kela &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;walang kalaman-lamanAchilles, Paris, Hector, Ajax, Agamemnon and company&lt;/span&gt;, in short, sa &lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;World Literature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; ko.  Nakakabaliw, araw-araw quiz.  Araw-araw super recitation, as in isa-isa kayo at kelangan kabisado nyo talaga yung mga chapter na pinabasa senyo.  &lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sabaw sabaw!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  Tuwing lalabas ako ng room &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;magkaaway na kami nila Achilles&lt;/span&gt;, eh dati &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;bestfriend ko&lt;/span&gt; mga yun!  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Putek&lt;/span&gt;.  Hassle!  Stress!  Stress!  Nakakabaliw.  Training dito, meeting don.  Pasok dito, break doon.  Deadline dito, start naman doon.  Pero kahit ganitong nakakabaliw na ang mundo ko, &lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;masaya ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;.  &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt; Haha!  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Super na-miss ko yung ganitong buhay&lt;/span&gt;.  Parang bumalik na ako sa mga nakasanayan ko noon, dahan-dahan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lab ko kayo &lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tinig family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;img style="width: 22px;height: 22px;" src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png"&gt; ko at mga &lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;team8s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/font&gt;ko!  Pati na rin sa iba kong mga nagiging &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;classmate&lt;/span&gt; at mga &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;nakakachokaran sa gym&lt;/span&gt;!  Hahaha!  &lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Mahal ko kayo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sa mga mahal ko naman sa &lt;font style="font-weight: bold;" size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;UST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;, &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mahal ko pa rin kayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;!  Syempre!  Di na ma-eerase un ever!!  &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miss ko na kayo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-5655137312481451212?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/5655137312481451212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=5655137312481451212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/5655137312481451212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/5655137312481451212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2008/11/sabaw.html' title='Sabaw!'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-2649717980844788037</id><published>2008-11-04T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T01:35:45.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inlab...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-weight: bold;"&gt;...inlaban!&lt;/span&gt;  Haha.  Inlab kunwari.&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" size="5"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);text-decoration: underline;" size="5"&gt;Bugtong bugtong..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nakita na kita, nakita mo na rin ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nakausap kita, nakausap mo na rin ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nakasama kita, nakasama mo na rin ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kilala kita, pero di kita kilala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kilala mo ako, joke lang yun, di mo ako kilala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sino ka??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hahaha..  Pasensya na, puro kalokohan.  Inatake lang ng topak.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ang saya!&lt;/span&gt;  Bitin lang dahil &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-weight: bold;"&gt;saglit lang kita nakita&lt;/span&gt;. hahaha..  Tapos medyo distant pa. ahuhu.  Makikita ulit kita.. haha!  At makakausap! Hahaha..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Putek oberlowd.  Adik lang.  Walang ka-kwenta-kwentang post.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ayan ang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;epekto pag may namimiss&lt;/span&gt;.  Hahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nanaits. =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-2649717980844788037?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/2649717980844788037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=2649717980844788037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/2649717980844788037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/2649717980844788037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2008/11/inlab.html' title='Inlab...'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-4978365004905615581</id><published>2008-11-01T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T03:00:40.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Healing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#006600" size="5"&gt;Emo.  Nostalgic.  Bitter.  Living in my past.  [ Cold ]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;--Galing ako diyan.  O parang andito pa yata ako?  I have to stop feeling this way.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#006600" size="5"&gt;Healing.  Moving on.  Walking forward.  [ Hot ]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;--Totoo na ba to?  I'm such a pretender.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#006600" size="5"&gt;Middle-ground.  Ok-ok lang. [ Lukewarm ] &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--&lt;/strong&gt;Andito ako ngayon.  And I don't think this is a good sign.  Parang stagnant na.  &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A person should only be either HOT or COLD ang not LUKEWARM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;.  Parang you should only be either HAPPY or SAD.  Ang panget kasi kapag ganito, nasa kalagitnaan.  Alanganin.  I can't even differentiate now what's happy and what's not.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kailangan kong &lt;font color="#ff0000" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KUMULO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; o kaya &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff" size="3"&gt;MAGING YELO&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-4978365004905615581?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/4978365004905615581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=4978365004905615581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/4978365004905615581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/4978365004905615581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2008/11/healing.html' title='Healing'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-5261436908609998859</id><published>2008-10-28T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T12:54:00.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa Opisina</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Anlamig syet! hahaha..  Wala lang, dakilang tambay sa office, mamaya pa kasi class ko, halos 5 hours na break.  Ganito buhay ko tuwing Tuesday.  Haha.  Buti na lang may internet at lamig ng office, may tambayan na ako! yeee!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yeah.  Wala lang.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tambak works ko, at konti pa lang natatapos ko. Huhuhu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-5261436908609998859?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/5261436908609998859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=5261436908609998859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/5261436908609998859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/5261436908609998859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2008/10/sa-opisina.html' title='Sa Opisina'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-7968299371791041791</id><published>2008-10-26T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T19:07:14.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatta Weird</title><content type='html'>Hmmmm..  May something lately na hindi ko alam, pero gusto ko.  Haha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Napansin ko lang kasi..  &lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nabawasan ka-emohan ko!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  Haha!  Putek.  Totoo ba to?!?!?!  Hindi na ouchie masyado mga nakikita at nababasa ko.. Pati mga naririnig ko!  Hahaha..  Hindi na rin ako masyado napapaisip sa mga past etchos.  Epekto ba to?  Putek.  haha.. Sana tuloy-tuloy na to..  After almost isang year, magiging etchos na ako!  Haha.. Anong etchos?  Masaya?  Basta etchos.. Kung ayaw nyo ng etchos, edi chever o kaya churva. Hahaha..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gulo ng post ko.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Basta happy ako at hindi ko alam kung bakit&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha..&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-7968299371791041791?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/7968299371791041791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=7968299371791041791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/7968299371791041791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/7968299371791041791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2008/10/whatta-weird.html' title='Whatta Weird'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-5059278570416626525</id><published>2008-10-26T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T18:00:58.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Comsci at ang Anomaly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="bodytext"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nakuha ko kay elain, (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;meatbelainey.multiply.com&lt;/span&gt;).  Ang kyut kasi! wahahah.. sorry na, panakaw with permission. =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;ELAIN: grabbed from ate dindin (dindin15.multiply.com) :D hehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;____________________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ang Comsci at ang Anomaly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; by uh&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Isa akong logical na tao.  Logical, ibig sabihin hinahanap ko ang mga rason&lt;br&gt;para sa mga bagay at  nagdedesisyon din ako base sa mga rason na ‘to.&lt;br&gt;Mahilig akong magisip, at ito  ang paborito kong pastime. Nakakalibang ang&lt;br&gt;algebra, at math naman ang  paborito kong subject. Mabilis rin ako sa&lt;br&gt;minesweeper. Sigurado akong kaya  kong ibreak ang record mo. Pati na rin&lt;br&gt;siguro sa tekken kaya kitang karnehin.  Na-solve ko rin ang rubik’s cube&lt;br&gt;nang walang nagtuturo. At kahit nung bata pa  lang ako kung kelan pa lang&lt;br&gt;ako nagsisimulang magisip, sisiw lang kahit yung  pinakasopistikadong&lt;br&gt;jigsaw puzzle. At oo, bago pa man ako mag-aral, nung mga  tatlong taon pa&lt;br&gt;lang ako, sa unang beses kong makakita ng game-and-watch,  sinabi ko sa&lt;br&gt;sarili ko na balang araw e gagawa ako nito. Tamang tama, parang  planado,&lt;br&gt;at naging comsci nga ako.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Planado na ngang talaga, at  parang kalkulado ko lahat ng mga mangyayaring&lt;br&gt;sunod sa buhay ko. Hawak ko ang  Algorithm, ang perpektong Pseudocode ko.&lt;br&gt;Lahat ng mga mangyayari alam ko na,  na parang program na ako mismo ang&lt;br&gt;sumulat. Oo, lahat.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lahat  siguro alam ko na.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pwera ka.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oo, pwera ka. Ikaw lang  siguro yung hindi ko nakalkula. Malamang nga, ikaw&lt;br&gt;pa lang yung nakarating  dito sa pinaka-loob ko kung saan nakasulat ang&lt;br&gt;matibay at napaka-walang  maling source code ko. At doon nagsimula.&lt;br&gt;Nakaramdam ang robot. Nakalimutan  nya ang rason, at nagsimula syang&lt;br&gt;malito. Biglang ikaw na lang yung naging  rason. Ikaw na lang. Bakit, sino&lt;br&gt;ka nga ba? Kung ikaw ang millenium bug,  malamang hindi ako Y2K ready. Wala&lt;br&gt;akong alam sa ganitong sitwasyon, pero  bakit parang ikaw na lang ang alam&lt;br&gt;ko? Unang beses ‘to sa buong buhay ko, sa  tinagal ng run-time ng algo ko,&lt;br&gt;pero kung Tekken ang buhay, eto ako,  naka-hold ng forward, hindi man lang&lt;br&gt;nag-tag, at handa nang  mamatay.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ikaw pa lang siguro yung nakarating dyan sa source code ko,  o sa&lt;br&gt;pinaka-kaluluwa ng isang taong katulad ko kung tawagin, kung saan  ako&lt;br&gt;pinaka-mahina, pinaka-hindi nagiisip, pinaka-talunan. Ano bang ginawa  mo,&lt;br&gt;at parang gusto kong sabihin sa buong mundo na mahal na kita? Hindi.  Hindi&lt;br&gt;lang siguro yun dahil sa mga mata mo na kaya akong lunurin, pero  maging&lt;br&gt;masaya pa rin na nalunod ako. Hindi. Nawala na ang rason, pero  bakit&lt;br&gt;parang wala pa ring mali?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kung Java program ako, isa kang  Exception na hindi ko alam i-throw. At&lt;br&gt;siguro, kung sa C, kahit magcompile  hindi ko na magawa. Ikaw ang Anomaly&lt;br&gt;ng Matrix ko, at kahit si Agent Smith o  Merovingian e natalo mo. Ikaw na&lt;br&gt;nga ang “why”, pati ba ang “what” ikaw pa  rin? Sabihin mo naman sa akin&lt;br&gt;kung pano mo ‘yon ginawa. Bakit? Ikaw ba yung  the One? Kung ikaw nga, at&lt;br&gt;alam kong ikaw nga, sana ayos lang  sa’yo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Alam kong sinabi ko na sa’yo lahat, pero hindi ko alam kung  naniwala ka.&lt;br&gt;Pasensya na kung wala na akong magawang iba para maniwala ka.  Salita. Yun&lt;br&gt;lang. Pero hindi naman kasi “mahal kita” lang yung gusto kong  sabihin e,&lt;br&gt;marami pang iba. Hindi ko lang alam kung pano sabihin, o kung ano  yung&lt;br&gt;katumbas nun sa salita. Oo, hindi ko mahanap yung salita. Kahit  siguro&lt;br&gt;saan language - kahit sa C++ o  Java, Pascal o Cobol, VBScipt  o&lt;br&gt;ActionScript. Kahit sa mas kumplikadong assembly language, o  machine&lt;br&gt;language. Kahit sa mga 1s at 0s ng binary, mga true o false ng  boolean, o&lt;br&gt;kahit saan pa.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pagpasensyahan mo na ang nakayanan ng  isang comsci na walang alam sa&lt;br&gt;salita, pero ngayon, uulitin ko, at  maghihintay ako sa sasabihin mo, kahit&lt;br&gt;kailan pa yon at kahit anuman yon,  gaya ng sinabi ko sa'yo: Mahal kita.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; [If you enjoyed reading this and  would like to forward it to friends,&lt;br&gt;please include the byline when doing  so.]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ano say nyo?  Sabog utak?  Sorry sa mga di maka-relate.  Haha.  Iba ang mundong comsci, pati sa love pwede ma-irelate. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-5059278570416626525?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/5059278570416626525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=5059278570416626525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/5059278570416626525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/5059278570416626525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2008/10/ang-comsci-at-ang-anomaly.html' title='Ang Comsci at ang Anomaly'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-2312160849722978956</id><published>2008-10-16T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T02:20:12.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kambals Day Out [ 10.16.08 ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Berdei ni Kambal nung Oct.14, pero since nagwowork na sya, gabi na uwi nya..  Eh every Thursday ang field day niya, so nagdecide siya na ngayon niya icelebrate berdei niya kasama ako.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff;" color="#009900" size="5"&gt;DESTINATION: TRINOMA&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="2"&gt;As usual, taong Trinoma si Kambal eh.  Ang dali kasi magcommute dun tapos maganda pa.  Dun ko rin naman gusto.  Taong Trinoma rin pala kasi ako.  Ngayon ko lang na-realize.  Haha!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;0500PM.  Umalis na ako ng bahay.  Lakad ng mga 10 minutes papuntang sakayan, sayang kasi yung pamasahe kung magjejeep pa ako.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Hintay ng bus.  Ayun.  Sakay.  Maya-maya, may tumabi sa akin.  Guy.  Dumating yung si mamang bus conductor.  Sabi ko, "&lt;em&gt;Trinoma po.  Magkano estudyante&lt;/em&gt;?"  P10 daw.  Bayad.  Pagkaalis ni kuya, kinausap ako bigla ng katabi ko..  "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estudyante ka pala?  Akala ko professional ka na.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"  At bakit naman kaya?  Dahil ba muikha akong matured?? amp.  O sadyang mukhang ewan lang ako.  Whatever.  Haha.  Chinika pa niya ako, instant interview.  Anu raw course ko, etc.  At kinwentuhan pa ako tungkol sa comsci at ung mundo natin ngayon, about technology.  Tapos nalaman ko na engineer pala siya.  wow. hehe.  Nasa sm na.  bumaba na siya dun sa Mini Stop.  babay kuya.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Trinoma na.  Tumayo na ako sa seat ko, habang naglalakad ako papuntang pinto ng bus, may tumawag sa akin, "&lt;strong&gt;KAY!&lt;/strong&gt;"  Syempre, lingon naman ako.  Uy!!  Si kambal pala!  Akalain mo yun, nasa iisang bus lang pala kami!  Funny thing is di ko sya napansin nung sumakay siya, eh nauna akong sumakay nun ng bus sa kanya.  At naisip ko nun na "&lt;em&gt;anu kaya kung makasabay ko sa bus si kambal?  Napaka-coincidence naman nun kung nagkataon..&lt;/em&gt;"  And ayun nga, nakasabay ko siya sa bus!  Haha!  Eh siya rin pala naisip nya rin yung naisip ko..  Kambal nga diba?  Hehe!  So una pa lang, tawa na agad kami ng tawa.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pasok ng Trinoma.  Dun sa may nag-iinspect ng bags, may nag-abot sa amin flyer ng &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;Taco Bells&lt;/font&gt;.  &lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#006600"&gt;Waw!  Napaka-coincidence naman!  Kanina lang naisip ko kung anu kaya kung makasabay kita sa bus, tapos nakasabay kita.  Tapos ngayon yung Taco Bells naman!  Kanina naisip ko na sa Taco Bells tayo kain tapos eto na rin.  Coincidence grabe!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"  Banat yan ni Kambal.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ayun.  Punta kami sa garden.  Tatambay dapat kami, pero ang tagal na, narealize namin na lakad kami ng lakad, kanina pa kami naghahanap ng tambayan pero ayun, naglalakad lang kami.  May nakita kaming art gallery, exhibit ng mga pictures, lahat may kinalaman sa 8.  Yun yung theme, 8.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;Sana nga naging 7 na lang&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Hehe!  Amazing amazing.  Ganda ng mga photos.  Cool.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Etchos etchos.  Punta sa toy store dahil may hinahanap ako..  Eh wala.  Ikot lang ulit ng ikot.  Then tambay sa may mga couch sa food court.  Baliw tong si kambal eh, lahat ng tao nakikita, siguro habang nakaupo kami dun, 5 tao na kinantsawan nun.  Yung mga napapansin lang niyang katawa-tawa.  Haha!  Ayun.  Talk.  I opened a sensitive topic.  Nag-open up ako about something very personal.  &lt;font color="#006600"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buhay ko noon at buhay ko ngayon.  Pati lablayp ko ngayon.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt; Hahaha.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;&lt;font color="#006600"&gt;As if meron.  Oo nga, meron nga, promise&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  Haha.  Super kwentuhan.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Maya-maya, napagod na.  Sa Taco Bells na.  Yey!  Order order.  Treat ni Kambal!  Yey!  Eto food namin:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://&lt;img"&gt;&lt;img&lt;/a&gt; src="&lt;a href="http://img362.imageshack.us/img362/6676/kzaiwo016et8.jpg"&gt;http://img362.imageshack.us/img362/6676/kzaiwo016et8.jpg&lt;/a&gt;" border="0" alt="Kzaiwo"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="http://g.imageshack.us/img362/kzaiwo016et8.jpg/1/"&gt;&lt;img"&gt;http://g.imageshack.us/img362/kzaiwo016et8.jpg/1/"&gt;&lt;img&lt;/a&gt; src="&lt;a href="http://img362.imageshack.us/img362/kzaiwo016et8.jpg/1/w320.png"&gt;http://img362.imageshack.us/img362/kzaiwo016et8.jpg/1/w320.png&lt;/a&gt;" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dun kami umupo sa favorite place namin, haha.  Una pa lang may favorite place na agad eh.  Haha!  Super pansin na naman tong si Kambal.  Pati ba naman yung dumaang mag-bf pinuna, bagay daw sila.  Pati si kuya sa may tabi ko, ang laki daw sumubo nung taco.  Haha!  Yan super namimiss ko sayo Kambal eh.  Hehe!  Super kwentuhan ulit.  Pati yung mga kalokohan namin dati pinag-usapan.  Ang kalat ko pati kumain!  Bawat kagat ko halos may nalalaglag.  Yung right hand ko napuno ng mayo, yung left naman ng parang red na sauce na hindi sauce, kain rin kayo dun para malaman nyo anu yun kasi di ko lam yun.  Haha!  Ang dami nang umupo at umalis sa tabi namin pero wala kaming kakupas-kupas, andun pa rin kami.  Hehe!  Yung nagbabantay nga inaabangan na kaming umalis, kanina pa kasi tingin ng tingin sa pinagkainan namin, trip na trip na nyang ligpitin.  Haha.  Eto yun:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://&lt;img"&gt;&lt;img&lt;/a&gt; src="&lt;a href="http://img386.imageshack.us/img386/8931/kzaiwo021uw5.jpg"&gt;http://img386.imageshack.us/img386/8931/kzaiwo021uw5.jpg&lt;/a&gt;" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="http://g.imageshack.us/img386/kzaiwo021uw5.jpg/1/"&gt;&lt;img"&gt;http://g.imageshack.us/img386/kzaiwo021uw5.jpg/1/"&gt;&lt;img&lt;/a&gt; src="&lt;a href="http://img386.imageshack.us/img386/kzaiwo021uw5.jpg/1/w320.png"&gt;http://img386.imageshack.us/img386/kzaiwo021uw5.jpg/1/w320.png&lt;/a&gt;" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Malinis naman di ba? Haha!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ayun.  9PM na.  Hala, layas na tayo kambal! Hehe.  CR MUNAAA..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lakad lakad.  May biglang humarang sa akin, "Hi!  You're.................."  Tapos yung kamay niya makikipagshake hands sa akin..  Aba syempre nagulat ako..  After ilang seconds saka ko narealize na tinatanong ni kuya pangalan ko.  "I'm Kay."  Tapos sinabi niya name niya, nalimutan ko lang.  Tapos hindi ko kinamayan.  Tapos tumingin siya kay Kambal, "You're...??"  Sagot ni Kambal, "I'm Ria.".  Sabi ni Kuya, "Oh, hi Iya!"  Hellooooww..  Ria po, kuya.  Hindi Iya.  Haha!  Ayun.  Basta kinausap niya kami.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lakad lakad.  Dahil na-nosebleed kami kay Kuya, nabangag kami.  CR.  Hanap CR.  May nakita kaming CR tapos may parang secretary sa labas..  Eh syempre dumiretso lang kami.  Nung malapit na kami sa door, parang napansin ko na may gustong sabihin ni secretary..  "Ma'am, P10 for the Customer Lounge chever" nalimutan ko eh.  Haha.  Eh about face kami bigla ni Kambal.  Aba, pati dito ba naman sa Trinoma may bayad.  May ginto siguro yung anidoro nun.  Na-curious tuloy kami anu meron dun.  Lakad.  Tawa.  Lakad.  Tawa.  Tawa ulit.  Hakbang.  Tawa.  At last!  Nakahanap rin ng CR yey!  Grabe, akala ko maiihi na ako sa sobrang katatawa! Haha!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pagpasok sa CR..  CR.  Tapos 30minutes nagpicture.  Haha!  Adik lang. =)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ikot ikot.  Tawa.  Lakad.  Tawa.  Punta sa Goldilocks.  Awch.  Sarado na!  Dumaan si kuya.  Sumigaw ba naman tong si Kambal ng "WAAAIIIIITTTT!!!" habang binababa ulit yung parang bakal..  "Ay mam!  Sige po, pasok po kayo."  Haha!  Kambal to the rescue.  Hahaha.  Tawa ako ng tawa nito eh.  Panu ba naman, hinarang pa niya yung paa niya sa bakal para di mababa!! Pinapasok tuloy kami.  Bili ng cake para pangthank you ko kela Mommy at Daddy dahil binilhan ako ng pc at cp. =)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sarado na Trinoma.  Eh gusto ko mag-ice cream.  Sarado na Mcdo, Jabee, etc.  Wala... Uwi na.. huhu.. Gustong-gusto ko pa naman mag-ice cream.  Naalala ni Kambal na pwede pa pala sa Landmark na foodcourt.  Baba kami.  Yey.  Sundae kami kahit Thursday.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img"&gt;img&lt;/a&gt; src="&lt;a href="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/1631/3w3vll006tk6.jpg"&gt;http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/1631/3w3vll006tk6.jpg&lt;/a&gt;" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="http://g.imageshack.us/img134/3w3vll006tk6.jpg/1/"&gt;&lt;img"&gt;http://g.imageshack.us/img134/3w3vll006tk6.jpg/1/"&gt;&lt;img&lt;/a&gt; src="&lt;a href="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/3w3vll006tk6.jpg/1/w320.png"&gt;http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/3w3vll006tk6.jpg/1/w320.png&lt;/a&gt;" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Uwian na!!  May bata pang lumapit sa amin, hinihingi ice cream namin, banat na naman si Kambal, "Hala..  Ayoko nga.. Ang dami pa hinihingi mo na..  Pano na lang ako??"  Natawa tuloy si kuyang nakatambay.  Haha.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;UE LETRE.  Sakay.  Yung upuan umaalog pa!  Pag gumalaw kami, malalaglag kami dahil lulusot mga pwet namin dun sa butas.  Haha!  Pero syempre, walang pipigil sa amin sa pagpipichur.  Picture kami twing titigil yung bus.  =)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Bahay na.  Past 10PM.  Kain cake.  Binigyan ni Mommy gift si Kambal.  Ako nga wala pa gip sa kanya. Huhu.  Then hinatid namin si Kambal sa bahay nila..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hay.  Nakakatuwa.  Nakakamiss yung ganitong bonding moments namin ni Kambal. =)  Next time ulit!  Labyu Kambal! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-2312160849722978956?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/2312160849722978956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=2312160849722978956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/2312160849722978956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/2312160849722978956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2008/10/kambals-day-out-101608.html' title='Kambals Day Out [ 10.16.08 ]'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-4005270306651618779</id><published>2008-10-15T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T02:08:01.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My dad bought me a new phone! Wala lang.  Masaya lang ako.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday = New PC.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday = New CP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Yey! Lablab Dada!! =)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-4005270306651618779?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/4005270306651618779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=4005270306651618779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/4005270306651618779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/4005270306651618779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2008/10/yey.html' title='Yey!'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-4033283650446051881</id><published>2008-10-14T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T15:28:40.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REMINISCING</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Why do I feel this way?  Ngayon ok ako, mamaya hindi, bukas super saya, kinagabihan parang kala mo mamamatay na.  Ang etchos.  Di ako maka-move on..  At parang ayoko rin mag-move on..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;I miss the days..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung sobrang &lt;strong&gt;tensyonado&lt;/strong&gt; pag may quiz.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung hindi natutulog kakakabisado ng &lt;strong&gt;formulas&lt;/strong&gt; at pag-aaral nung mga tamang procedure sa pag-solve ng etchos ng math.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung pumapasok sa school na &lt;strong&gt;walang assignment&lt;/strong&gt; tapos magka-cram sa one hour break para kumain at &lt;strong&gt;komopya&lt;/strong&gt; ng mga assignments sa classmates.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung makipagsiksikan sa &lt;strong&gt;LRT&lt;/strong&gt; tuwing umaga..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung maglakad mula &lt;strong&gt;Tayuman papuntang UST&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung &lt;strong&gt;mangarag&lt;/strong&gt; pagkalabas ng Lab..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung maglunch ng &lt;strong&gt;ice cream bun&lt;/strong&gt; lang na tig-P10 na binili kay Manong Ice Cream sa tapat ng Eng'g buiding..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung tumambay sa &lt;strong&gt;Pav&lt;/strong&gt; with friends..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung makipagchikahan sa guidance counselor naming si &lt;strong&gt;Ma'am Irish&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung &lt;strong&gt;antukin &lt;/strong&gt;sa Theo at piliting wag makatulog o huwag mapikit kasi katapat ko lang si ma'am at piliting makinig sa kwento nila &lt;strong&gt;Stripe at Yellow&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung tumakbo na halos papasok ng building kasi &lt;strong&gt;late&lt;/strong&gt; na..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung&lt;strong&gt; McDo&lt;/strong&gt; moments, libreng upsize..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung pagpila sa mahabang pila sa &lt;strong&gt;KFC&lt;/strong&gt; at gawing sabaw yung gravy nila..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung super tagal na pagdedecide kung saan &lt;strong&gt;kakain&lt;/strong&gt; tuwing breaktime..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung &lt;strong&gt;Angelus&lt;/strong&gt; tuwing 12 noon..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung &lt;strong&gt;candy break&lt;/strong&gt; tuwing kalagitnaan ng class..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung paghanap ng jeep na may &lt;strong&gt;Remedios&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung pagpapaphotocopy sa &lt;strong&gt;4th floor&lt;/strong&gt; at pagpila ng matagal dun pag Prelim o Finals week na dahil parang blockbuster sa haba yung pila..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung pag lagay ng &lt;strong&gt;3-6-7-5&lt;/strong&gt; na code..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung &lt;strong&gt;vanity moments&lt;/strong&gt; na kahit may maglabas lang ng cellphone eh kelangan talaga magpicture.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung pagpopose sa &lt;strong&gt;CR&lt;/strong&gt; dahil picturan moments.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung &lt;strong&gt;Calamares moments&lt;/strong&gt; sa Dapitan. P20, 7pcs.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung &lt;strong&gt;Ice Cream sessions&lt;/strong&gt; sa &lt;strong&gt;Ministop Dapitan&lt;/strong&gt;.  Pati yung pabilisan kumain ng ice cream at walang papatak mula sa ice cream.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung &lt;strong&gt;pagkiKiss&lt;/strong&gt; sa carpark.  Ok, mali iniisip niyo.  Thomasians lang makakarelate. XD&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung pag-upo sa &lt;strong&gt;corridors&lt;/strong&gt; ng Eng'g building, lalo na sa 5th floor tapos para makatayo, eh, aalalayan pa ng friend.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung paghahabol ng &lt;strong&gt;deadline&lt;/strong&gt; ng mga projects, programs, papers pati yung mga practice para sa mga plays.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung mga &lt;strong&gt;skit&lt;/strong&gt; na impromptu ginagawa na super nakakatawa.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung paghiram ng &lt;strong&gt;laptop at projector&lt;/strong&gt; sa dean's office..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung pagtunog ng &lt;strong&gt;ID&lt;/strong&gt; sa pagpasok ng Eng'g building..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung pagpila ng matagal sa mahabang pila pag magbabayad ng &lt;strong&gt;tuition&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung super haggarding na &lt;strong&gt;enrollment&lt;/strong&gt;. (Sariling terminology!)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung chikahan sa may &lt;strong&gt;locker&lt;/strong&gt; sa 2nd floor..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung &lt;strong&gt;drinking fountain&lt;/strong&gt; sa 3rd floor - dun lang kasi malamig.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung &lt;strong&gt;Rm.56&lt;/strong&gt; na hindi kami tinatantanan..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung mainit na &lt;strong&gt;Rm.60&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung malalamig na Lab.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung computers na may tatak na "&lt;strong&gt;Built for UST&lt;/strong&gt;" at may logo pa ng UST.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung pag-akyat papuntang &lt;strong&gt;5th floor&lt;/strong&gt; na super nakakahingal..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung pagbangon ng bago mag-5am pag may &lt;strong&gt;7am na class&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung pagrereview sa &lt;strong&gt;LRT&lt;/strong&gt; at sa &lt;strong&gt;jeep&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung paghiram ng &lt;strong&gt;test papers&lt;/strong&gt; ng classmates na may matataas na scores para gawing reviewer sa exams.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung &lt;strong&gt;sitting arrangement&lt;/strong&gt; based sa surnames.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung mga &lt;strong&gt;halimaw na profs&lt;/strong&gt; na hayup magbigay ng exam na kahit sila Einstein pa mag-exam eh babagsak rin.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung mga &lt;strong&gt;galanteng prof&lt;/strong&gt; na kahit wala kang ginagawa, 1.25 ang grade mo, basta may seatworks ka at mabait ka.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung biglaang nagsusulputang mga&lt;strong&gt; rivers&lt;/strong&gt; sa labas at loob ng campus tuwing umuulan.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung pagpapaturo kay &lt;strong&gt;Raisa&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;Amber&lt;/strong&gt; pag may exam sa math - algeb man, trigo, geom, whatever pa yan.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung pagpupunta sa &lt;strong&gt;Lib&lt;/strong&gt; hindi para magresearch kundi para magchikahan.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung pagtambay sa &lt;strong&gt;Lover's Lane&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung paghihintay sa &lt;strong&gt;HardRock&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung pagsuot ng uniform na parang yung sa &lt;strong&gt;Yellow Cab&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung mga crazy &lt;strong&gt;friends&lt;/strong&gt; at never ending na &lt;strong&gt;tawanan&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung mga chikahan tungkol sa &lt;strong&gt;boylets ni Pepita&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung pag-akyat sa &lt;strong&gt;overpass sa Espana&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung pagdala ng parang overnight bag na ang laman ay &lt;strong&gt;PE uniform&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung pagpunta sa &lt;strong&gt;Med Audi&lt;/strong&gt; para manood ng kung anu-ano.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung pagpunta sa &lt;strong&gt;ESC Office&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung walang pasok tuwing &lt;strong&gt;Mondays&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung &lt;strong&gt;walang discount&lt;/strong&gt; sa pamasahe tuwing &lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung pamimili sa &lt;strong&gt;Quiapo&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung pamimili ng &lt;strong&gt;books&lt;/strong&gt; na kelangan.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung pagkuha ng &lt;strong&gt;Varsitarian&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;At syempre, higit sa lahat..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-Yung mga taong tinuturing kong mga &lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;KAPATID&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;na kahit kailan ay di ko magagawang kalimutan.  Yung mga taong sobrang mahal ko kahit sa isang taon lang na pagsasama.  Kahit ano pa man maging section niyo, &lt;strong&gt;1CS4&lt;/strong&gt; man yan o &lt;strong&gt;2CSB&lt;/strong&gt;, kayo pa rin yung mga taong sobrang pinahahalagahan ko.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walang kalimutan!  Mahal ko kayong lahat!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Nasaan pa man ako ngayon, &lt;strong&gt;Lasalista&lt;/strong&gt; man tawag sa akin, kahit &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;&lt;u&gt;GREEN&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; na ang kulay ko ngayon, sa puso ko, ako pa rin yung &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomasinong Kay&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;na naka-bonding niyo noon.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;I love you friends!  Miss ko na kayo.. sobra..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-4033283650446051881?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/4033283650446051881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=4033283650446051881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/4033283650446051881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/4033283650446051881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2008/10/reminiscing.html' title='REMINISCING'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-573259593606792482</id><published>2008-10-09T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:52:14.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ang bilis!  Tapos na halos yung sem, di ko naramdaman.  Ganun yata talaga pag busy..  O nagpapakabusy..  Araw-araw kasi, nilolook forward ko yung Wednesday at Friday, kaya parang ang bilis..  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Finals Week na!  11 ang subjects ko.  Isang araw lang ako nag-exam!! Ma-ingget kayo!!! Hahahaha..  Wala lang.  Tambak naman ng mga gagawin.  Kaya ayun, gagawa muna ako.  Nakakakaba ang grades. Amp.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Best of luck sa inyo guys.  Kaya natin 'to!  CSB, miss ko na kayoooo...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-573259593606792482?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/573259593606792482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=573259593606792482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/573259593606792482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/573259593606792482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2008/10/finals-week.html' title='Finals Week'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-2624494470678272089</id><published>2008-10-05T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T12:57:35.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion with the People I Love Most</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;[ 10.08.03 ]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Greatest day ever!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;Bagong dictionary ko sa araw na to:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;"&gt;Cram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; – &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Kapag may take home finals ka tapos kelangang kelangan mo na ipasa before 9:30am pero nalimutan mo kaya sobrang nagmamadali ka.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;"&gt;Mini Olympics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; – &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Sa school ko lang yata to.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Annual event na naglalaban ang mga PE classes na hawak ng limang PE professors.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;"&gt;Basketball &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;– &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Team sport kung saan nagpapasahan kayo ng bola habang tumatakbo.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pwedeng &lt;u&gt;mambalya&lt;/u&gt;, pwedeng mag-&lt;u&gt;double dribble&lt;/u&gt; pero bawal ang &lt;/font&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;"&gt;TRAVELLING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maraming beses ka pwede &lt;u&gt;mag-dive&lt;/u&gt; at &lt;u&gt;makahuli ng isda&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pwede ka ring &lt;u&gt;mapilay&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;matulak&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;masiko&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At pag sumigaw ka ng &lt;u&gt;bad words&lt;/u&gt;, instant bola na ng kalaban niyo, hindi uso ang technical.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Ang malas dito pa gang unang laban mo eh mga title holder na galing naman sa ibang competition ng basketball, at pag may mga nakalaro kang mga boyish sobra, hayup maglaro.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Omg.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After ng laban, pag magsuot ka ng color PINK, kasing kulay na ng mukha mo yung damit mo.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At parang never ending yung pawis mo.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pag may mga makasalubong ka, tatanungin ka kung bagong ligo ka.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ang sagot?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“&lt;/font&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;"&gt;Oo, bagong ligo…sa pawis!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;"&gt; &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Marami ring nagsabi, “Ang galing mo, Kay!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Idooool!!”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At sobrang uso ng word na &lt;/font&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;"&gt;Idol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;pag hawak ko na ang bola (waw kapal haha) pero ang masaklap, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;"&gt;pag pinasa ko tapos iba ang makakasalo, tanga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;. Hahaha.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;"&gt;Volleyball &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;– &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Team sport rin na nagpapasahan ng bola thru pagtama ng bola sa arms.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pinaka-importanteng skill, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;"&gt;SERVICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;"&gt;“Sumigaw ka ng MINE!”,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Alalayan mo team mates mo!”,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Ikaw ang magdala ng laban!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Script yan sa akin ng prof/coach ko.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Laro ‘to sa isang court na open, kaya sobrang inet, ang taas kasi ng araw.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ang basketball kasi ang nasa loob ng gym nilaro noon.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After ng laban, may marka na ng pagkaitim sa arms mo.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pag talo ka pa, sayang yung initim mo, ang hirap kayang pumuti.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pero ok lang kasi Masaya naman, at maraming pumuri sayo sobra.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Haha.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;May mga nagcheer din habang tumitira ako, “Go Kim!!!” pero di ko pinapansin.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After ng laban, nilapitan ako nung nagcheecheer, “&lt;/font&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;"&gt;Ang galing mo, Kim!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sagot ko? “&lt;/font&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;"&gt;Kay po! Hindi Kim!! Haha.. Pero thanks po!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Ahh!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kaya ko raw pala hindi siya pinapansin, mali kasi tawag niya sa akin! Haha..&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Akala ko nga LIM yung sinisigaw eh, kaya lumingon ako nun once, nung sumigaw ulit tapos naintindihan ko na KIM pala yung sinisigaw, hindi na ako lumingon.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;"&gt;Ako pala si Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Haha. Bagong pangalan ko yan guys.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;"&gt;Extra Jaws&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; – Energy drink yan na parang juice na soda pero ewan ng lasa.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whateber man yung spelling nun, di ko alam.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hati kami nung team mate ko sa table tennis na galing sa game niyang volleyball, ¾ sa kanya, ¼ sa akin.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oha. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Parang effective pero mas parang di naman effective.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;"&gt;Shifter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; – Kapag varsity ka ng ibang sport pero nakita kang naglalaro ng ibang sport at pinasasali rin sa varsity ng sport na yun.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;"&gt;Orange Cab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; – Parang jeep na ewan na sinasakyan sa Taft para makapunta sa CCP,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Star City, basta sa may doon-doon.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maiispatan mo yung mga ito sa may gilid ng Rizal Memorial Stadium.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;"&gt;Traffic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; – Kapag sobrang nagmamadali ka tapos yung mga sasakyan din a gumagalaw, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;"&gt;nakapila sila sa kalsada tapos maraming nagsisipag-busina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nakaka-chever churva etchos.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tapos after mo maghintay ng matagal, &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;"&gt;maiisipan mo nang bumaba dahil marerealize mong wala kang future pag hinintay mo pa yung jeep makarating dun sa pupuntahan mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;"&gt;Star City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; – Isang amusement park sa tabi ng Aliw Theatre.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ang entrance ay maraming colorful na box-box na ewan.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pag pasok mo, maraming mga tiyangge na ang cucute ng mga binebenta.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maraming mga arcade games at kakaibang rides.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maraming mga taong naglalakad na may nakasulat sa likod nila na &lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;"&gt;“&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;P.E.&lt;/b&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Parang ang PE nila ay pagsakay sa rides, hayep.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;"&gt;VIP Ticket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; – Ride-all-you-can ticket na nilalagay sa right wrist mo tapos tatatakan.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Color white ito tapos may star na naka-drawing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Presyo?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tumataginting na P300. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;tab-stops: 49.15pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 20pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;"&gt;CSB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; – Pinakacool na mga tao sa buong mundo.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ito yung mga taong may hawak ng puso ko.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pag nakita naming ang isa’t-isa, may hug ako mula sa lahat ng girls at super kamusta as in super mula sa guys.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tapos may matching “I miss you” pa.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sinong di matatouch?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;tab-stops: 49.15pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Ito ay yung grupo ng mga tao na sobrang adik sa pictures at pagpipicture.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pwede na ring &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;adik sa videos.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kapag may naglabas na ng cellphone at gawin ang “picture stance”, asahan mong magsisipagkumpulan na ang mga ito tapos magsisipag-smile at magsisiksikan para lang masama sa picture.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;tab-stops: 49.15pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;Ito ay mga magkakapatid pero magkakaiba ang apilyido.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sabay-sabay kumain at sobrang mahal ang isa’t-isa. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;tab-stops: 49.15pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;"&gt;Picture Stance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; – Ito yung palatandaan pag magpipicture yung tao.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bigla na lang itataas yung cellphone tapos babaliktarin para sa kanya nakaharap yung camera ng cellphone.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;tab-stops: 49.15pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;"&gt;Snow Castle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; – Isang etchos na meron sa Star City.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;May entrance fee to na P90.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bawal ang cameras and cellphones.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bibigyan ka ng isang plastic para dun mo ilagay yung mga cellphone at camera mo tapos bubuhulin nila yung dulo.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tapos bibiyan ka nila ng jacket na may hood.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Papahiramin pala.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pag pasok mo dito, parang magtatransform yung mundo mo, malilimutan mong nasa Pilipinas ka pa.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Uusok yung bibig mo pag nagsalita ka.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;May snow.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mamamanhid yung mga daliri mo sa sobrang lamig.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;May sleigh ride rin.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pila ka para makakuha nung inuupuan na kunwari sleigh pero sa totoo eh chopping board lang, seryoso.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tapos aakyat ka dun sa mountain kunwari.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aalalayan ka ng kuya sa pag-upo sa ‘sleigh’ mo, ipapahawak sa left hand yung handle ng sleigh mo at yung right hand ipapahawak sa tenga mo para may balance ka, &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tapos itutulak ka.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ang saya! Slide sa yelo!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;tab-stops: 49.15pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;"&gt;Surf Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; – Isang ride sa Star City na pagilid-gilid.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sobrang haba ng pila pero sulit naman.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Medyo nakakahilo pero masaya sobra.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ang isisigaw, hindi “&lt;/font&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;"&gt;aaaaahhhh!!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; kundi “&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;"&gt;Go USTe!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;” Nakakatakot lalo na pag ma-angle yung galaw.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nakaka-omg!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;tab-stops: 49.15pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;"&gt;Star Flyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; – katapat na ride ng Surf Dance.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mahaba rin yung pila, sobra.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Parang baby roller coaster pero hayup sobra.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bumabaliktad pa.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ride na gusting-gusto ng iba pero ayaw na ayaw ng iba.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;tab-stops: 49.15pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;"&gt;Wild River&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; – Isang ride na sinakyan naming na nakaupo kami sa parang log tapos umaakyat sa parang ewan tapos biglang bumabagsak.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maraming nababasa dito pero swerte dahil di kami nabasa. Haha!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Partners ko si Amber and Lyrabels. =)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;tab-stops: 49.15pt center 3.25in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;"&gt;Lechon Kawali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; – Food na dinner ng CSB.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Inorder sa may foodcourt sa DinoLand.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nagulat pa ang kahera na 20+ ang inorder nung friend ko.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Package na kasama drinks.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;tab-stops: 49.15pt center 3.25in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;"&gt;Curfew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;– Oras na hinahabol ni Aira kundi di na papapasukin sa dorm.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;10PM ang curfew niya. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;tab-stops: 49.15pt center 3.25in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;"&gt;Toyota Corolla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; – Sasakyan namin nung sinundo ako nila Mommy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;4 kaming nagkasya sa likod.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;tab-stops: 49.15pt center 3.25in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;"&gt;Detour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; – Ginagawa kapag traffic.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tinatawag ring pag-iwas sa traffic.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;tab-stops: 49.15pt center 3.25in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;"&gt;Overnight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;– Ito yung ginagawa kapag hindi na napapasok sa dorm.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Imbes na matulog sa MiniStop o Wendy’s, sa friend ka na lang makitulog, kaya nga may friend eh di ba.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pero sayang kapag napapasok na sa dorm, goodbye overnight, wala nang chika-chikahan at heart-to-heart talks.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;tab-stops: 49.15pt center 3.25in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;"&gt;Cool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;– ito ay kapag lahat ng gastos eh nilibre ng 2 friends mo &lt;/font&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;"&gt;( Super thanks talaga, Wiki and Lyra!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Labyu!!! ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Mula sa lunch sa Binalot (kahit di ako nakasama dahil wala pa ako nun), pamasahe, VIP Ticket, entrance fee sa Snow Castle hanggang dinner.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lahat-lahat libre.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At take note, almost 30 kaming nilibre nilang dalawa.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sobrang galante.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Utang namin sa inyo yung araw na yun.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;tab-stops: 49.15pt center 3.25in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt;LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;"&gt;October 03, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; – Ito ang resulta kapag pinagsama-sama lahat ng terms sa taas.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Super fun-filled day grabe.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mahal na mahal ko ang araw na to.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Salamat ulit sa inyong lahat!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-2624494470678272089?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/2624494470678272089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=2624494470678272089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/2624494470678272089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/2624494470678272089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2008/10/reunion-with-people-i-love-most.html' title='Reunion with the People I Love Most'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-7920898071101121550</id><published>2008-09-24T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T00:51:10.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's BREAKUP Season</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in;line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";color: black;"&gt;If you notice, I upload my entries in bulk.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I type my entries almost everyday or every other day, pero I cannot upload these right away for we do not have a broadband connection now at home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Merong dial-up connection pero besides sa super slow-mo, unstable pa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in;line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";color: black;"&gt;So, here is something I have observed this past few days:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in;line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in;line-height: normal;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";color: black;"&gt;It's BREAKUP SEASON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in;line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in;line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";color: black;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've been informed of 3 surprising breakups in just 3 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The first one was last Friday, as soon as I entered our room, my friend approached me and said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uy, Kay..  Yung dvd mo..  Palitan ko na lang ha?  Kasi hindi ko na makuha yun sa girlfriend ko dahil nag-break na kami.  Sakto pang 4th anniversary namin siya nakipag-break..&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just hearing his words, I can feel the pain he is suffering from right now, parang pati ako na-heartbroken.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our professor wasn't around then because she is sick.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Good thing that she's my only professor that day for two subjects, so I was free that day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I decided to go to UST to see my friends.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sakto lang kasi manonood ako ng play ng 1PM somewhere in Manila.&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"&gt;I was shocked in the second breakup story I was informed about.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My UST friend and her girlfriend broke up that week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nagulat ako kasi super loyal, super malambing, super mahal na mahal ni guy friend si girl niya.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ayun, after about 2 years (can’t remember the exact duration eh), ayun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Separated&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Si guy ang nakipag-break kasi lagi na raw sila nag-aaway, pero mahal pa niya si girl.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"&gt;Sunday, Sept. 21, 2008, my highschool friend texted me saying that she and her boyfriend broke-up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Medyo may problems nga sila these past few days/weeks pero I did not expect na aabot agad yun sa breakup.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 years and 4 months – ended in just a minute&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What’s painful about breakups is the fact that you are used to their company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; (bf / gf), sa araw-araw mong buhay eh kasama na sila sa lahat ng gagawin mo – sa mga lakad, mga plans, sa mga gawain like pagtetext ng buong araw, pagtambay, etc.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tapos you will wake up na wala nap ala yung “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nakasanayan&lt;/span&gt;” mong yun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everytime na madadaanan mo yung tinatambayan niyo, lilitaw na naman siya diyan sa utak mo.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pag tumunog yung cellphone mo, iisipin mong siya yun, pero sa pagtingin mo sa phone mo, ibang tao pala ang nagtext.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pag may lakad o event tapos bigla mong maiisip na isama siya then marerealize mo na hindi na pala possible yun, kasi wala na kayo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"&gt;Another thing to be blamed for the pains a breakup brings are the &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MEMORIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yun yun eh.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kung walang memory, hindi mo maaalala yung mga nangyari before nung kayo pa at hindi ka na magiging bitter.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;t serves as a magnet that prevents you from moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; – just attached to the past, kahit wala nay un madudulot na mabuti.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"&gt;Ayun, so if I were you, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hold on tight to the one you love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Please wag kayong sumabay sa uso – my so-called “Breakup Season”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hearing these stories breaks my heart though I’m not involved.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ayoko lang siguro talaga ng separation kahit kanino pa man, kahit saan pa man.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-7920898071101121550?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/7920898071101121550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=7920898071101121550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/7920898071101121550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/7920898071101121550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-breakup-season.html' title='It&amp;#39;s BREAKUP Season'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-4572290343552447431</id><published>2008-09-23T05:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T09:25:00.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eto ang Program Ko</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Nasa Computer Lab.  Hindi naman nagpoprogram.  Amp.  Amp.  Tinatamad ako super!  Singly Linked List.  Gawa ng 2 programs, hindi naman naturo.  Eh pano ka gagawa nyan?  Finals namin to, at wala yata ako balak gawin to.  Nu ba nangyayari sa akin? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Bakit ka magpapakahirap gumawa ng program kung alam mong mali rin naman o hindi talaga magagawa?  Mag-Multiply ka na lang, o kaya Friendster, pwede rin Youtube o magdownload ng kung anu-ano, mas masaya pa. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Eh ako, anong ginagawa ko ngayon?  Eto, super upload ng pictures sa Shutterfly, mas mabilis kasi dun kesa sa dito sa Multiply, then i-upload ko na lang dito via Shutterfly.  Oh dba.  Tsaka may binabasa akong blog sa Multip.  Nakakaaliw.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Bagong contact ko lang sa Multiply yun, hindi kami magkakilala, pero she knows something about me na personal.  Haha.  Amazing.  If you're reading my blog, you know who you are.  Haha.  Ok lang yun.  Nakakatuwa magbasa ng blog, kahit hindi mo kilala yung tao, parang ang interesting, ewan ko kung bakit.  And what's weird is I read almost all of your entries.  Adik. Haha. Twice ko pa lang yata nagagawa un.  Haha.  Iba kasi dating sa akin pag madrama yung blog. Haha.  Palibasa nakakarelate.  ampupu. haha.  Na-eemo ako lalo. hahaha.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Malapit na checkan ang program ko, NAKAKATAMAAAADDD!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nga pala.  Magsipag-comment naman kayo!  Ang hirap kayang magpost tapos walang nagcocomment.  Binabasa nga, wala naman comment. Ahuhu.  Comments, friends!! Wahaha.  Para ma-inspire naman ako dito sa Multiply oh.  Thaaaannkkss!! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-4572290343552447431?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/4572290343552447431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=4572290343552447431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/4572290343552447431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/4572290343552447431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2008/09/eto-ang-program-ko_23.html' title='Eto ang Program Ko'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-3208212421143227744</id><published>2008-09-23T05:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T09:24:53.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eto ang Program Ko</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Nasa Computer Lab.  Hindi naman nagpoprogram.  Amp.  Amp.  Tinatamad ako super!  Singly Linked List.  Gawa ng 2 programs, hindi naman naturo.  Eh pano ka gagawa nyan?  Finals namin to, at wala yata ako balak gawin to.  Nu ba nangyayari sa akin? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Bakit ka magpapakahirap gumawa ng program kung alam mong mali rin naman o hindi talaga magagawa?  Mag-Multiply ka na lang, o kaya Friendster, pwede rin Youtube o magdownload ng kung anu-ano, mas masaya pa. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Eh ako, anong ginagawa ko ngayon?  Eto, super upload ng pictures sa Shutterfly, mas mabilis kasi dun kesa sa dito sa Multiply, then i-upload ko na lang dito via Shutterfly.  Oh dba.  Tsaka may binabasa akong blog sa Multip.  Nakakaaliw.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Bagong contact ko lang sa Multiply yun, hindi kami magkakilala, pero she knows something about me na personal.  Haha.  Amazing.  If you're reading my blog, you know who you are.  Haha.  Ok lang yun.  Nakakatuwa magbasa ng blog, kahit hindi mo kilala yung tao, parang ang interesting, ewan ko kung bakit.  And what's weird is I read almost all of your entries.  Adik. Haha. Twice ko pa lang yata nagagawa un.  Haha.  Iba kasi dating sa akin pag madrama yung blog. Haha.  Palibasa nakakarelate.  ampupu. haha.  Na-eemo ako lalo. hahaha.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Malapit na checkan ang program ko, NAKAKATAMAAAADDD!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nga pala.  Magsipag-comment naman kayo!  Ang hirap kayang magpost tapos walang nagcocomment.  Binabasa nga, wala naman comment. Ahuhu.  Comments, friends!! Wahaha.  Para ma-inspire naman ako dito sa Multiply oh.  Thaaaannkkss!! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-3208212421143227744?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/3208212421143227744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=3208212421143227744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/3208212421143227744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/3208212421143227744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2008/09/eto-ang-program-ko.html' title='Eto ang Program Ko'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-1978417105956069830</id><published>2008-09-22T05:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T09:11:50.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>09.20.08 Entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;430AM.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Tulog pa ako syempre, wala pa ako sa kalaliman ng tulog ko nyan, puyat kasi ako parati.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Actually, wala nang word na “PUYAT” sa dictionary ko, as in &lt;s&gt;PUYAT.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;May ingay.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nagising yung kalahating ako.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;May ingay pa rin.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nagising pa yung kalahati nung kalahating ako na tulog (sa mga naguluhan, ¾ na ako na ang gising. Haha.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Math to, praktis!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Haha.) Antttoook pa ako..&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bakit ba ako ginigising, eh wala naman akong pasok?!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;Saka pa lang nagregister sa akin yung ingay..&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Justine!!!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gising naa!&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hindi ko gaano pinansin.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maya-mayang konti, naririnig ko pa yun.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;“&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Chie, gising ka naaaa…&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wake up naaa…&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Paulit-ulit ko sinabi yun.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then nakatulog ulit ako.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After 5mins or less, naririnig ko pa rin yun kaya ginigising ko ulit si Ache.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none;"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;8 AM.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;“&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Kaaaaayy!!! Gisiiing naaaaa&lt;/i&gt;…”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;Ayyy, an aga aga pa..&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bakit ba kanina pa ako ginigising.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hindi man lang makatulog ng maayos oh..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;Dilat mata.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tumingin sa bed ni Ache.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tingin sa oras.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;NANLAKI ANG MATA.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;Hala!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;8 na pala!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Akala ko ba 9am kami aalis??!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kumaripas pababa.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;0945AM.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;Ok.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ayus talaga.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;10AM ang party, ang layo pa nun at hahanapin pa naming yung place.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;15mins na lang 10am na.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Late na naman.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;SA BYAHE.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;Naiwan sa bahay ang invitation card na may mapa ng papuntang venue kaya bumalik ulit sa bahay.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nag-gm ng emo na quote.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Traffic sa NLEX, actually hindi traffic, mahaba lang pila pala ng kotse sa toll gate.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Inaantok ako.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;1040AM&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;Ciudad Grande.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yey, andito na kami!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Paano ko kaya papatayin oras ko maya?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mga parents na naman ang mga nandito kundi mga chikiting.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;OP ako.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Huhu.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;1145AM.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;Start na ang party.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Filipino time di ba?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kelan pa nagging 1145AM ang 1000AM?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wahaha.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nagsalita ang hindi late. Hahaha.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hayuf, may ni-rent silang Manong Ice Cream together with his kariton.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Meron din Mr. Cotton Candy, syempre, tulad ni Mr. Ice Cream, kasama ang kanyang mahiwagang cotton candy machine.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tapos meron ding parang fountain ng chocolate, sa paligid nun, may mga plates na may apples, cheese, marshmallow, pineapple, lahat yung naka-tusok sa stick.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cool no?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Haha!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bale yung nasa stick, kelangan malagyan yung nung chocolate galing sa choco fountain tapos titigas yung chocolate. Cool. =)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;Daming foods grabe.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Daming freebies.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Daming toys.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Daming bata.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Daming parents.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Isa lang akong teen. Ahuuhu!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;LONER. Haha. Nag-drama daw ba. Waaa..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;May nag-magic, si Mr.Nap Vargas yata yun, basta Mr. Nap.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Haha.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Record holder pala yun sa Guiness Book, longest magic show yata.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Basta. Cool.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Benta pa kasi hindi siya magic lang, lakas ng sense of humor nya, matatawa ka talaga, entertaining. =)&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Magic is an ART.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;McDo naman ang next, sila may hawak ng games, grabe ang freebies nila.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wow.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bongga ng children’s party.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;At eto pa ha, may 7 Candles, 7 Balloons, 7 Gifts at 7 Roses pa sya.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Talo pa yung debut ko, wahaha.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Meryenda time!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kainan na naman.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ayoko na i-ellaborate yung foods, sobrang dami kasi.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;May kumausap sa aking parents dun, tapos may nakausap rin akong Thomasian (Eng’g siya dati!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Parang ako lang! Wahaha.) at meron din akong nakausap na professor, attourney.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bigatin.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;Billiards, billiards, billiards.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sabi ni kuya, “&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Kanina ko pa napapansin, pinagbibigyan mo lang kami!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bumabackstroke ka pa jan, kita mo ngayon, puro pasok na yung bola!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yan ba ang hindi marunong?!&lt;/i&gt;” &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hayuf terminologies ni kuya eh, yung bumabackstroke nay un na sinasabi nya, eh, tumitira na nasa likod yung taco (tako?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Basta yung stick! Hahaha.), alanganin kasi yung position nung bola, pang-left, eh right ako.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ay basta gets nyo na yun.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kung alam mo lang kuya. Haha.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nakakaadik magbilliards. Wahaha.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;May ka-age rin pala ako dun sa party.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;Picture, picture, picture.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;Billiards ulit.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;Ok uwian naaa!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ahon na sa pool mga chikiting bulilits!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;AFTER PARTY.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Nagpunta kami sa Makati.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;May pinick-up lang na chocolates.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Haha.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dumaan kami sa UST, nakakamiss.. huhuhu.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Parang kahapon lang andun ako, at oo, andun talaga ako kahapon.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wahaha.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dumaan rin kami sa Paco, at ayun, may naalala na naman ako.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Miss nap o kita. Wah.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Uuuyyy. Hahahah.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;Ayun.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Daming chocs!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At may chocolate pala na Marks &amp; Spencer.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hahaha.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cool!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;At yun, nagtatype ngayon.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Patapos na tong entry ko.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sorry, adik lang sa entry.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wahh!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tagalog na tagalong yan.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;1157PM.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;Save.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Close.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Shut Down.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-1978417105956069830?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/1978417105956069830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=1978417105956069830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/1978417105956069830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/1978417105956069830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2008/09/092008-entry.html' title='09.20.08 Entry'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-6982433411140187720</id><published>2008-09-22T05:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T09:05:35.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MEMORIES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why do we have this?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yup, it serves as a &lt;strong&gt;treasure chest for our past&lt;/strong&gt;, for the events in our lives that we &lt;strong&gt;cherish&lt;/strong&gt;, that we want to &lt;strong&gt;remember&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gusto ko pa ngang maka-invent ng gadget na ma-aattach natin sa brains at hearts natin tapos naka-connect sa isang monitor para makita natin yung mga naiisip/naaalala natin o ng ibang tao, parang USB cable at port, para pag may event kang gusting maalala, ikakabit mo lang yung cable na yun sa utak mo at sa monitor (tv man yan or whatever), poof!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Andiyan na sa harap mo at pwede na i-save sa kung ano mang device, cd man yan, HD, dvd, etc.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Pero syempre, we also have these &lt;strong&gt;painful memories&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yung mga pop nang pop sa utak mo kahit ayaw mong maalala dahil they never fail to make you upset o depressed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At eto ang mahirap.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kahit ayaw mong maalala, ayaw mo rin namang kalimutan talaga yung memories, part na yun ng past mo and kahit anong gawin mo, it can never be changed nor reverted.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-6982433411140187720?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/6982433411140187720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=6982433411140187720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/6982433411140187720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/6982433411140187720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2008/09/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-6829234666291513411</id><published>2008-09-22T04:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T08:19:55.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why People Have a Hard Time Moving On</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;Ever wondered why people fall in love?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How we fall in love?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How bout people not falling in love?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Funny that we can’t command our hearts to do something we like.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I mean, have you tried telling your heart to stop loving?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What happened?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You still end up loving that person more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;There are certain things that a person possess that makes us fall for them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bakit ganon, marami namang mas angat sa taong ito pero sa kanya ka nagkakagusto.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maraming mas gwapo/maganda, mas mabait, mas matalino, mas friendly, mas talented, mas sa lahat ng bagay pero dito ka pa rin sa taong to nahuhulog.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;True, isn’t it?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;Meron din na taong almost perfect na pero kahit anong gawin mo, hindi mo kayang mahalin.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bakit kaya?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;How about not loving a certain person?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yung love mo, pero ayaw mong i-love.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bakit kaya hindi mo magawang hindi siya i-love?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yung gusto mong kalimutan, pero parang every effort na ginagawa mo para kalimutan siya, eh lalo mo lang naaalala.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It all goes down the drain.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Complicated, isn’t it?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Contradicting.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is why people have a hard time moving on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-6829234666291513411?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/6829234666291513411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=6829234666291513411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/6829234666291513411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/6829234666291513411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-people-have-hard-time-moving-on.html' title='Why People Have a Hard Time Moving On'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-6960262833096964292</id><published>2008-09-22T04:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T08:03:43.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kzaiwo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;LINE-HEIGHT: normal;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;FONT-FAMILY: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KZAIWO&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Many are wondering where I got that name from.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Seems mysterious, eh?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Haha..&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I have this friend na super duper kinukulit na ako to tell him what it means or where I got it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everytime na makakasalubong ko siya, ang sinasabi lang niya eh, "&lt;em&gt;So whats the story behind Kzaiwo?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Medyo matagal-tagal na yung pangungulit nya, so, I decided to write an entry na lang regarding my pseudo, Kzaiwo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;LINE-HEIGHT: normal;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;FONT-FAMILY: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;LINE-HEIGHT: normal;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;FONT-FAMILY: Arial;"&gt;I started using this name way back first year highschool.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Totoo lang, nakakahiya yung pinanggalingan nito kaya ayoko sana kahit sino lang makaalam, kasi parang cool ang kzaiwo, tapos mysterious pa raw..&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, ganito kasi yun..&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;2004 - F4 Phenomenon.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Every girl is going gaga for them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kahit saan ka magpunta, may makikita at makikita kang F4 stuff..&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At that time rin, naadik ako sa F4.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At ang super kinabaliwan ko nun is si Ken Chu (Xi Men sa Meteor Garden).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Eh, medyo baliw ako, nangangarap.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naisip ko nga dati na first love ko si Ken. Wahaha..&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Very funny. haha!!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ayun, so..&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kzaiwo was originally (o supposedly) Kcaiwo, which stands for &lt;u&gt;Ken Chu AI WO&lt;/u&gt;..&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yung first two letters ay yung initials ng name ni Ken and "AI WO" means "loves me" in Chinese.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Eh parang di bagay, &lt;strong&gt;KCAIWO&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, pinalitan ko na lang ng Z ung C and poof! &lt;strong&gt;KZAIWO was born&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh di ba.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nakakahiya and nakakatawa. Pero that's it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thanks na rin to my Oh-so-Ken-Chu-addict me, nabuo yung name na to..&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;LINE-HEIGHT: normal;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;FONT-FAMILY: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;LINE-HEIGHT: normal;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;FONT-FAMILY: Arial;"&gt;Now, &lt;strong&gt;Kzaiwo is my trademark&lt;/strong&gt; na.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Basta may kzaiwo, ako na yun.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ako lang ang ganyan.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ako lang yan.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So if you come across an artwork, a video or whatever that has "kzaiwo" in it, that's mine.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pag may hinahanap ka ring account ko, malamang kzaiwo ang pangalan nun.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Haha..&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Try Goggling Kzaiwo, ako lahat yun. Haha!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Sariling terminology ko yan, means "to search".)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-6960262833096964292?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/6960262833096964292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=6960262833096964292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/6960262833096964292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/6960262833096964292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2008/09/kzaiwo.html' title='Kzaiwo'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-8816507373998933081</id><published>2008-09-08T09:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T09:51:56.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GREATEST PERSON IN ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Haha..  This is a lie.  Whoever I am right now isn't the person I really am, the person I was and the person I should be.  My life's a mess now.  Lahat napapabayaan ko na.  I take my studies for granted, as in.  Midterm ko mamaya sa RC, 10 chapters yata? Basta mahaba! haha.. Kitams.  Tapos I haven't studied even a bit.  MODEL STUDENT NGA TALAGA AKO, di ba? haha!&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;strong&gt;Smart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pretty.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Athletic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unique.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chinita.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Masipag.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mabait.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cute.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leader.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talented.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Magaling mag-Photoshop.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Techy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maputi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mayaman.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Achiever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;These are the words commonly associated to me, ayon sa mga tao.  You want to be me?  You think I'm perfect?  I'm flawless?  Well, think again.  Ako nga ayaw ko na sa akin eh.  People tend not to see my imperfections, akala nila I have everything na.  But look at me, AM I HAPPY?  Kung pwede nga lang maging ibang tao muna, kahit isang araw lang, gusto ko lang namang ngumiti ulit.   I'm sick of everything.  I'm tired of living this monotonous life.  Ganun na lang araw-araw, wala namang pinagbabago.  I'm barely breathing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-8816507373998933081?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/8816507373998933081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=8816507373998933081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/8816507373998933081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/8816507373998933081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2008/09/greatest-person-in-me.html' title='GREATEST PERSON IN ME'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-7927706106520753921</id><published>2008-09-08T09:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T09:27:59.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surveying the Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Got this from RaiRai.. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;ONE PERSON IN MIND SURVEY..!Isip ka ng ISANG tao. i-base mo sakanya ang mga isasagot mo. WALANGibahan ng naisip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)friend mo ba siya sa friendster&lt;br /&gt;- yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2.) Bakit siya napili mo sa survey naito?&lt;br /&gt;- kasi sya ang naisip ko kaya sya ang napili ko. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) anong lugar ang naaalala mo sakanya?&lt;br /&gt;- lahat sa Manila. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.)anong song ang naaalala mo sakanya..?&lt;br /&gt;- Samson (Regina Spektor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. ) bakit?&lt;br /&gt;- wala lang. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 .) okay ba ang height?&lt;br /&gt;- yep, matangkad. hahaha. nakakapanliit nga eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) magaling ba kumanta?&lt;br /&gt;- opo. as in. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.)eh sumayaw?&lt;br /&gt;- oo rin! hayuf un eh. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.)May kamukha ba siyangartista/singer??&lt;br /&gt;- wala eh. unique daw kasi xa. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.)close ba kayo??&lt;br /&gt;- dati oo. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) nakita mo na siyang magalit?&lt;br /&gt;- yep, dati. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) eh ngumiti?&lt;br /&gt;- yes naman, lagi yun naka-smile eh. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) eh umiyak?&lt;br /&gt;- halos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.)ano fave food nya?&lt;br /&gt;- madami eh. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 .)pinaiyak ka ba niya?&lt;br /&gt;- haha.. oo! hahaha.. lagi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. ) pinaiyak mo ba siya?&lt;br /&gt;- oo rin yata. hahaha.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 . ) anong fave niyang sport?&lt;br /&gt;- marami eh, iba talaga pag mga athletic. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 .) anong fave niyang song?&lt;br /&gt;- marami. mr.brightside yata fav nya ngaun. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.) anong tawagan niyo?&lt;br /&gt;- pangalan namin. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. ) ano message mo sa kanya?&lt;br /&gt;- Be happy! hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. ) kayo ba?&lt;br /&gt;- nino!? hahahaha.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. ) mahal mo ba?&lt;br /&gt;- XD (pagaya lang rai, hahaha..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. ) anong name niya?&lt;br /&gt;- aka "samwan" hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. ) kelan kayo huling nagkita?&lt;br /&gt;- nung 27th yata ng august. di ko maalala. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. ) describe mo siya in 1 word&lt;br /&gt;- incomparable. naks. hahaha.. ang etchos ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-7927706106520753921?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/7927706106520753921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=7927706106520753921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/7927706106520753921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/7927706106520753921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2008/09/surveying-past.html' title='Surveying the Past'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-2503868627720103058</id><published>2008-08-29T14:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T14:32:57.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STM</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been having this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Short Term Memory (STM)&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;u&gt;I tend to forget almost everything that happened recently. &lt;/u&gt; Pero ang weird dun, yung mga matagal nang events, naaalala ko.  At hindi talagang nalilimutan, pero super effort para maalala ko yung mga nangyaring recent.  Ano ba nangyari kaninang umaga? Anong oras nga ba ako natulog kagabi?  Amp.  Nakakaasar na. Wala bang gamot dito? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuwing may mga MAJOR EVENTS na nakakapagpadepress sa akin, laging umaatake tong STM na to.  Parang nung 4 years ago..  Mahigit isang taon pa bago ako bumalik sa katinuan!  Ayoko na! Huhu.  Eh how much more pa kaya ngayon na lahat yata ng events nangyayari sa akin. Huhu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AyheytyuST&lt;a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;Publish Post&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;M!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-2503868627720103058?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/2503868627720103058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=2503868627720103058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/2503868627720103058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/2503868627720103058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2008/08/stm.html' title='STM'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-1062575710231465483</id><published>2008-08-26T09:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T09:52:13.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Comeback</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Argh.  I published an entry but I can't find it!  I have to type everything over again. Huhu. =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd blog again.  I read 3 blogs lately that inspired me to write again, to blog again about what I feel though I can't feel anything anymore.  I'm numb.  Oh, maybe I do feel..  PAIN.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't understand anything at all.  I'm lost.  I'm confused.&lt;br /&gt;I talked to a friend last night and we figured out that I'm experiencing this so-called "After Event Depression".  Sa madaling salita, nalulungkot ako sa mga bagay na tapos na.  Sa mga bagay na wala na tayong magagawa pa para baguhin.  Ang masaklap dun, eh, nagkasabay-sabay lahat ng cause ng sadness ko.  I feel like I've lost everything.  As in everything.  Yeah, I have my God, my family, a batallion of friends everywhere, but everyone knows that there is this certain point in your life when we feel nothing's enough..  Everything's not enough.  Nangingibabaw sa akin yung loneliness.  Yung longing sa mga bagay na nakasanayan ko na.  Yeah, I'm living in my past and I tend to compare things that are happening to me NOW to my PAST.  I can't help it.  Tell me how to stop this 'coz I ain't happy bout this either.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm drained out.  There is no life left in me.  So what's the point of living?  Nakakasawa na, ganun rin naman araw-araw.  Nakakapagod na.  When can I be happy again?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Nothing's permanent, everything's temporary."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always think of that line to make me feel better.  Darating din yung araw na magiging masaya ako.  When will I be back to who I was?  I can't understand myself anymore.  &lt;u&gt;Can you help me understand me??&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I'm sad 'coz I realized how blissfully unaware I am of my loneliness."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;-Revised ni Art Santos, taken from the movie "Failure to Launch".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagay sa akin yung line na yan.  Pero the only difference is yung last part, I am aware of my loneliness pero I try to hide it, sana nga mag-disappear na si loneliness.  Pero sa ngayon, malabo yun, BESTFRIEND KO SI LONELINESS EH.  INSEPARABLE KAMI NGAYON.  The hell. Amp.  Sino pwede pumalit kay Loneliness diyan?  O yung pwedeng magtaboy sa kanya?  Kung ikaw yun, feel free to approach me.  You are more than welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who/What can make me happy? Can you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-1062575710231465483?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/1062575710231465483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=1062575710231465483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/1062575710231465483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/1062575710231465483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2008/08/comeback.html' title='The Comeback'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-550854181322603169</id><published>2007-01-16T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T16:12:25.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roller Coaster Ride</title><content type='html'>Woah!  Grabeh.  My life's has been experiencing this roller coaster ride.  haha.  From being happy, all of a sudden, a trouble comes and makes me sad and miserable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought everything in my life is fine nowadays, but &lt;strong&gt;I'm totally wrong&lt;/strong&gt;.  Actually, the opposite happened.  Quite a disaster from my school life to my personal life.  I don't even know what is right or wrong now!  &lt;strong&gt;I'm so confused&lt;/strong&gt;.  I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I received a call from a special friend of mine.  It's been quite a while since we last talked to each other.  I was happy then.  After an hour, &lt;strong&gt;I thought that was one of my worst experience.&lt;/strong&gt;  It's because of this nonsense topic we talked about.  That time, my heart started beating &lt;strong&gt;faster&lt;/strong&gt;.  My body felt so &lt;strong&gt;weak&lt;/strong&gt; that I can't stand.  My mind was &lt;strong&gt;blank&lt;/strong&gt;.  And &lt;strong&gt;tears &lt;/strong&gt;started to fall from my eyes.  I thought I'm gonna lose one of my greatest friends, one of the best people who entered my life.  Am I being too sensitive?  I don't know.  As I said earlier, &lt;strong&gt;I'm SOOOO confused. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This incident affected me so much.  As I woke up from my three-hour sleep, this came first in my mind.  Ang sama ng feeling ko.  &lt;strong&gt;Nakakainis si AKO&lt;/strong&gt;.  If I could just turn back time.  I feel so bad.  Hanggang sa pumasok ako sa school, ang sama ng pakiramdam ko.  I felt like the world turned it's  back on me.  Everyone noticed me being SO quiet.  Tahimik na nga talaga akong tao, pero, sobrang tahimik ko daw kanina.  &lt;strong&gt;Iba daw ako kanina, parang hindi AKO&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 10:25 a.m.  I looked at my cellphone and saw "&lt;em&gt;1 message received&lt;/em&gt;".  waah!  Sana siya ito.  Sana siya.  Wow, siya nga.  And our problem is still there.  Still there.  We exchanged several messages and around 11:45, tapos na ang problem namen.  Oh God!  Grabeh.  I was so happy.  So happy.  Naayos ang problem namen and I'm so glad, I didn't lose one of my greatest possessions.  Ang hirap atang maghanap ng taong mapagkakatiwalaan mo ngayon that's why I consider a special friend one of my greatest treasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It feels so bad pala of losing a friend.  So bad.  So treasure them as your most prized possession.  Treat them as special as you treat yourself, coz a true friend is truly rare and you only get to come across them once or twice only in your life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-550854181322603169?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/550854181322603169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=550854181322603169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/550854181322603169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/550854181322603169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2007/01/roller-coaster-ride.html' title='Roller Coaster Ride'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-2587972334677221518</id><published>2007-01-01T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T22:02:01.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year.. New Beginning..</title><content type='html'>Hey!  Gosh, it's been almost half a year since I last typed an entry for my blog. Since its new year, i'll try to start off this year good.  I hope I can update this blog more often than the previous year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 had been a really busy year.  School's really busy since this is my last year in highschool.  I'm so excited finishing highschool yet I'm sure I'm gonna miss this. Hmmm.. Well, that's life. I have no choice but to move forward.  College, here I come!!  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a couple of plans for the year 2007.   Hopefully, I can accomplish them.  One of these is to do really good in college.  It's not like highschool anymore where I can just do whatever I want. Just a happy-go-lucky student.  I should be more serious about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..  I  can't think of anything more to say so I'm gonna cut this here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-2587972334677221518?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/2587972334677221518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=2587972334677221518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/2587972334677221518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/2587972334677221518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year-new-beginning.html' title='New Year.. New Beginning..'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-7430930511548998623</id><published>2006-11-05T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T22:24:40.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wAaaaaaAAAAaAAaAAHHHH!!!</title><content type='html'>wAaAH!!  I....  I....  I'm speechless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know why?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent almost an hour typing my "comeback entry" here, and POOF!  bgla koh xang na-erase accidentally!!  ArgH!!  Kalokah!!  Huhuhuhuh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sorry guys, ill type another entry na lang the time im not busy anymore..  That'll be a couple of days or weeks pa..  Sayang talaga.  Ang haba nung tinype kong entry..  PUBLISH na lang ang icclick ko, naerase pa!!  Hmmmmmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao na lang for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- k A y -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- k Y e A n J i e -™&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-7430930511548998623?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/7430930511548998623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=7430930511548998623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/7430930511548998623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/7430930511548998623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2006/11/waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh.html' title='wAaaaaaAAAAaAAaAAHHHH!!!'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-115010545614922871</id><published>2006-06-12T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T16:26:26.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destination USA..</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;9:30 A.M. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I'm still sleeping..  My sister went upstairs to wake us up.  She knocked and shouted, "Aalis tayo!!  Pag di kayo bumangon na ngayon, iwan na kayo!!"  Immediately, I opened my eyes and thought, "ay.. im going to have my haircut nga pala.."  I woke up, went downstairs and as soon as i got down, my mom told me that I can't come to the salon, my cousin just called and said that she's going to leave that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;"WOW..  I thought she left yesterday.  Good thing she's still here pa.  I can see her at last!!  I think almost 10 years passed since we last saw her.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We prepared ourselves and went out na, were going to my cuz's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost 3pm when we got there.  I met my cousins!!  yeAh!!  All of them looked the same pa rin, even my long-not-seen cuz, Ate Janice.  Iba na talaga, nasa lahi eh!! hehe..  I also met my "pamangkins" Sophie, John Mark and Sean.  They're big na!!  Time flew so fast!  I can say that Sophie is a smart kid, the way she speaks and acts, matalino talaga.  Sean in the other hand, is a semi-shy adorable child.  John Mark, the "Super Cute Bibbo Kid" of the house is really entertaining.  He keeps lifting plastic chairs to show us he's strong!  Nakakatuwa!!  Oh, and by the way, they're all english speakers!! haha..  &lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mauubusan ka ng english mo sa ma batang yon.. =)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys are familiar with PBB Teen Edition's Big Winner, Kim Chiu and her song &lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Peng You"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, i have something to share you.  That song pala is a song taught to small kids in Chinese school, Chinese Nursery Song kumbaga.  Kinwento pa nga sakin ng cuz ko na si Sophie, my 6-year-old pamangkin reacted when she first heard that song, &lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;"HA!?  How did she know that?? Why is she singing my song!?"  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Natatawa tuloy ako.  &lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;We are all amazed of Kim Chiu singing a nursery song!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  Now, that is really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00 PM.  Ate Janice and a friend is finished packing na.  She gave us &lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;"AMPAOS" &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;as we call it in chinese, or that red envelope where Chinese people put some money.  Yehey!!  Hehe..  I didn't expect that.  Not long after, we went home na..  I enjoyed that day, once in 10 years event! hehe..  Wait for my next posts guys, CiaO!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-115010545614922871?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/115010545614922871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=115010545614922871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/115010545614922871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/115010545614922871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2006/06/destination-usa.html' title='&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;b&gt;Destination USA..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-114950335176187348</id><published>2006-06-05T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T16:26:26.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happens when someone breaks your heart?</title><content type='html'>When someone breaks your heart, first you are shocked. Someone will say you are heartbroken and you examine the words &lt;I&gt;break&lt;/I&gt; and &lt;I&gt;heart&lt;/I&gt; and &lt;I&gt;heartbroken&lt;/I&gt; and you immediately decide that it's inaccurate. You feel pain in the region of your heart and you think it's your heart breaking but one's heart doesn't really break, something else does -- faith. &lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;You stop believeing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just stop believing in the small things that you do, the small things that give meaning to your daily life, and you begin to think &lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;everything is pointless&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;: Why get up? Why dress up? Why breathe in and out? What for? What for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone breaksyour heart, you stop believing and you switch off the lights inside your heart. Someone is home but that someone is lying in the dark, in the room farthest from the gate, and that someone can't hear anything. Friends, parents, they all call out to her from the gate ("Come out" which means "Move on") but they are &lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;unheard, unseen, unacknowledged.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone breaks your heart, you turn into a small ball of self-pity. You lie in bed, in a ball. You hug your knees, keeping them close to your chest, like a fetus. Freud said it's human instinct to go back to the &lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;womb where we can feel safe.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;b&gt;But that's what happens when someone breaks your heart -- they steal the very thing that makes you feel safe, whole, intact.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-114950335176187348?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/114950335176187348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=114950335176187348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/114950335176187348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/114950335176187348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-happens-when-someone-breaks-your.html' title='&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;What happens when someone breaks your heart?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-114872904421583156</id><published>2006-05-27T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T16:26:26.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendssss, friendss, friends, friend..</title><content type='html'>Hah..  Have you ever thought that we have a lot of friends, but only a few are true?  &lt;br /&gt;When I was a child, &lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;i&gt;I never though that finding a true friend is really rewarding, 'coz the first one I found is one of the best,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt; "Ran-ran"&lt;/b&gt;..  We've been best friends way back when I was only 4.  I'm not even schooling that time!  Til now, everything between us is going smooth.  We're more like the &lt;b&gt;air&lt;/b&gt; though, we may not see each other for often, but still, you can feel it's presence.  Still hanging around with you though u cant see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Year 2001.&lt;/b&gt;  I met this girl whose going gaga for her ultimate puppy love!!  Haha!!  &lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;i&gt;We've been friends because of her super crush!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  That's really funny.  We'd do crazy stuffs para lng mapansin xa ng kanyang crush!  And there came a moment when her crush held her hands..  She told me after, "Hinding-hindi na ako maghuhugas ng kamay, Kay!!  Promise!!"  Hehe.  &lt;i&gt;Relieving those funny moments makes me miss her!! &lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;Hope you can get in touch again, Sheryll!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, I found this person.  She and another friend of mine choreographed our dance for the Intramurals.  At first, &lt;i&gt;I never thought we'd become friends.&lt;/i&gt;  Maybe because of the gap between us, im only highschool and she's college na.  Time passed and we discovered we have the same interests, same opinions, everything's so much the same that &lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;it's like were sharing a single brain cut into halves.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  Unbelievable?  Well, believe it.  We do a lot of stuffs na corny for others.  Dahil din sa kanya, I realized, &lt;b&gt;it's the simplest things in life that are the best.&lt;/b&gt;  Who'd think biking and chatting with each other would be so happy?  Nakaka-enjoy tlga, u won't even realize the day's over na..  Bitin pa kau sa pagkkwentuhan!  I call her my soulmate.  Know why? Read this line below..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;"Ang soulmate mo ung taong may malaking nagawa sa buhay mo, girl man o guy.." &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Yang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made a big change in my life, made me realize alot of things..  And influenced me in her own simple and life-changing ways.  That's why she's my soulmate! (/\_/\)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, (and my family, of course) makes &lt;i&gt;my life worth living.&lt;/i&gt;  Though full of trials, I still fight para maka-survive.  They've been my strength, and xempre, c God..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s only now that I realized the value of a true friend.  I had a lot of friends, but a lot of them just passed along in my life, just ordinary people dropping by my street of life.  Right now, only 3 of them stayed with me.  Through thick and thin, they did not go, yet, they reached for me when im going through the bad face of life.  And because of them, im back here, still breathing, living and of course, typing this journal for my blog!!  Haha.  &lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanks to you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;God gave us this challenge that in millions of people, thousands of acquaintances, and hundreds of friends, we have to look for these &lt;font=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;"FEW TRUE FRIENDS"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that’ll be our company in our journey in this super challenging world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is dedicated to my 3 bhezt buds: &lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ran-Ran&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; (my first friend), &lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sheryll&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; (my long-distance friend) and to &lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yang&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; (my twin friend-soulmate)..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-114872904421583156?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/114872904421583156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=114872904421583156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/114872904421583156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/114872904421583156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2006/05/friendssss-friendss-friends-friend.html' title='&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friendssss, friendss, friends, friend..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-114803508807245794</id><published>2006-05-19T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T16:26:26.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for 'Nothing'</title><content type='html'>I'm not feeling well today, both &lt;b&gt;physically&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;emotionally&lt;/b&gt;.  &lt;i&gt;Life's really disappointing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yesterday&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;everyday&lt;/b&gt;, I was waiting for &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt;.  No, I waited for &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;nothing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.  &lt;i&gt;Umaasa lang ako sa wala.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always get to this point.  &lt;i&gt;Nasasawa na nga ako.&lt;/i&gt;  It's like waiting for a phone call when your line's dead, like waiting to rain when you're in a desert.  Yet, is still have this &lt;i&gt;useless hope&lt;/i&gt;, still &lt;b&gt;waiting&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;waiting&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My heart's already shattered.&lt;/i&gt;  If you only know how this feels.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;b&gt;exhausted&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so &lt;b&gt;tired&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish theres &lt;b&gt;someone&lt;/b&gt; who'd come running into me, to comfort me, to care for me and to make me see na &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"maraming ibang bagay dyan, I’m here.  Hayaan mo na un, wag kang umasa sa kanya.  Hindi mo xa kawalan, in fact, xang ang nawalan."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life's really selfish.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  Ang gusto mo, sadyang &lt;b&gt;ayaw&lt;/b&gt; ibigay o ipamahagi man lng sa iyo, kahit konti.  I did &lt;b&gt;everything&lt;/b&gt; pero &lt;b&gt;wala&lt;/b&gt; pa din tlaga.  &lt;b&gt;Pagod&lt;/b&gt; na ako, yet, im still &lt;b&gt;waiting,&lt;/b&gt; like I don't know &lt;i&gt;how to be tired&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;how it feels to be tired&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-114803508807245794?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/114803508807245794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=114803508807245794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/114803508807245794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/114803508807245794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2006/05/waiting-for-nothing.html' title='&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;b&gt;Waiting for &apos;Nothing&apos;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-114788850778754056</id><published>2006-05-18T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T16:26:26.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to a New World</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;9am..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up.. today's another day..&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that came in my mind was my problem, problem not about whatever u think, it was a problem regarding my course.  My mom told me to decide na, "&lt;I&gt;sa anong balak kong course&lt;/i&gt;".  I have alot of interests that im having a hard-time choosing my course.  Animation? medicine? nursing? interior design? hrm? computer science??  I really don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, im already decided to take INTARMED, if i can pass, or nursing.  But, before that day ended, my mom told me about these courses and suggested to take a computer course instead.  &lt;b&gt;No more pressure&lt;/b&gt;, unlike nursing.  Yah, i know.  I'm also considering Computer Science.  We're in the computer age na nga, i have a &lt;b&gt;wide-range of opportunities&lt;/b&gt; kpag computer course, lalo pa't they're telling me na i'm good in computers, no hassle na daw for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i filled up na my UPCAT Form and wrote BS Computer as my first choice and nursing as my second.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;1pm&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umalis na kme sa bahay and headed to UP.  The campus is really big.  Everything fascinated me.  It's like being in a new world, a world where i haven't been before.  We saw two girls wearing '&lt;I&gt;puruntong' and slippers&lt;/I&gt;, and they went closer to a car, sa kanila pala yon.  Who would imagine na these girls wearing simple clothes ay may-ari ng car.  Haha.  &lt;I&gt;It proves talaga na iba-iba ang tao sa UP&lt;/I&gt;.  We then headed to the admissions to pass my UPCAT Form and guess what..  I saw this BIG note saying "&lt;b&gt;Start of submissions of UPCAT FORMS is on May 25&lt;/b&gt;."  Nyek.  &lt;I&gt;Sayang ang lakad namin, sayang ang pamasahe&lt;/I&gt;.  Haha.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a lesson today, double-check everything first, including the &lt;b&gt;DATES&lt;/b&gt;!!  That was a waste of money.  Di bale na sa time.  Hehe..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-114788850778754056?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/114788850778754056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=114788850778754056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/114788850778754056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/114788850778754056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2006/05/trip-to-new-world.html' title='&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trip to a New World&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28222491.post-114780386230346624</id><published>2006-05-17T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T16:26:25.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imperfections Behind Perfection</title><content type='html'>All i want is a &lt;B&gt;simple&lt;/b&gt; life.  And yes, i do have one, yet, im the one who makes it all &lt;b&gt;complicated&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;People think my life's perfect&lt;/i&gt;.  They think i have everything.  But behind everything they see, there is the other side of "&lt;b&gt;KAY&lt;/b&gt;" they cannot see.  &lt;i&gt;Nothing's perfect.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i feel like the whole world is smiling at me.  Yet, sometimes, i feel like the world already turned it's back on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life is an endless life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.  Full of mysteries.  We don't know what will happen next.  All we have to do is &lt;b&gt;pray&lt;/B&gt; and &lt;B&gt;God&lt;/B&gt; will be the one to make all our burdens disappear, all our worries gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28222491-114780386230346624?l=kzaiwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/feeds/114780386230346624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28222491&amp;postID=114780386230346624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/114780386230346624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28222491/posts/default/114780386230346624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kzaiwo.blogspot.com/2006/05/imperfections-behind-perfection.html' title='&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;b&gt;Imperfections Behind Perfection&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14228806005268240422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XjtbfnhdXM/S957rznS-jI/AAAAAAAAABo/MrDHZ2C1dI4/S220/DSC-0481.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
