<?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-9029177</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:39:39.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FindinMyWayBackToFairyland</title><subtitle type='html'>music x 89 = my fairyland</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-114976907131544422</id><published>2006-06-08T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T05:17:51.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://inklutzville.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAGONG HEADQUARTERS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;click mo lang.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-114976907131544422?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114976907131544422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114976907131544422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2006/06/last-post.html' title='last post.'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-114963604727235593</id><published>2006-06-06T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T16:20:47.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last summer like this</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last normal summer... in a while.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this hit me just now: this summer would be the last &lt;em&gt;real &lt;/em&gt;summer for me. labo? well, my past summers have been spent by hanging out with friends, lazing around, and not caring about anything else. i even figured that this summer would be my &lt;em&gt;rest-slash-closing-for-the-high-school-girl-me&lt;/em&gt; because i want to give a proper ending to my high school experiences (yuck emo, nah i hear dr. phil's preachings). and i think i've done that just fine. i didn't waste any chance to hang out with friends, may it be to play dota with the bums (gaah i guess it's rare that i say no to that one); to windowshop in kamiseta, bayo, oxygen, and karimadon with chincha; to watch movies with my bestfriend danica (who's leaving for manila today); to go chineehopping with francelle; and to do the other &lt;em&gt;helpful-sa-society &lt;/em&gt;stuff that we &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;come next summer, probably just half of my friends can really bum around because some courses demand summer classes. those i manila will come home, of course, but then again they'll have activities in their school blah blah. and i'll probably be busy myself, doing hmm-i-don't-know-yet, but i'm sure i'm bound to be busy reaaallll soon because i'm on my way to med school. gaaah.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i think by that time, summer will be just a &lt;em&gt;give-away &lt;/em&gt;for me. crap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so i have just a few... so few... more days before school starts. and before france leaves for manila. and before we have our last dota game (oh wait, we already did that, gaaah.) and before anything else that is so not high school-ish. foo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0066;"&gt;yeay danica!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we had our last date the other day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;we watched silent hill, right. gaaah i didn't want to watch that because i played a version of that game (the one where guy pa yung bida and cheryll yung name ng anak niya) when i was in grade 5, and it scared the hell out of me. hmm, well the game wasn't really freaky but the music was, so waah. yeah, i know i know, i'm really &lt;em&gt;talawan. &lt;/em&gt;tsss. so ayun we watched the movie; i've never been so depressed in my life because there it is, a game that took me about a month and a half to finish, tas ayun naging hollywood clone lang. huh, and yeah i didn't understand the ending. see, i'm so pathetic. haay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so anyway, we went to mr. donut afterwards (kasi ayokong magmcdo, new year's resolution haha), talked about &lt;em&gt;secret-secret-stuff-you-know-what-blah-blah, &lt;/em&gt;camwhored, went home at 7. hehe, dutchchoco and chocobutternut. guess who? tsss. hai corny talaga namin huhu. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;ayt bai, ingatz sa manila. gaaah i'll pray for you and your chocobutternut. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/withbutternut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;man, i look like a demonya there. boo. ayt, peace. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-114963604727235593?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114963604727235593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114963604727235593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2006/06/last-summer-like-this.html' title='last summer like this'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-114933934522386220</id><published>2006-06-03T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T00:03:15.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>freshman orientations</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0066;"&gt;welcome to &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; ateneo : freshmen orientation day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="si mr. valedictorian sa ateneo" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/kim235copy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;crap, i hate referring to my school as &lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;ateneo. grrsssh. anyway, it can't get any clearer than this: I AM NOW IN COLLEGE. high school is long gone. with that, it's exciting yet sad at the same time. so it was just last year when i felt superior over the younger &lt;em&gt;others&lt;/em&gt; and knew most of the &lt;em&gt;pasikot-sikot &lt;/em&gt;within the school. heck, it was indeed fun (and at times, ego-boosting) to have a PE shirt with the word &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SENIORS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; printed at the back. but then, graduation came. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so now i'm back to being a freshman, &lt;em&gt;ignorante &lt;/em&gt;as my classmate &lt;em&gt;rani&lt;/em&gt; would put it. i don't know my way around the campus, and i'm too shy ask for directions. getting food for lunch is still quite a challenge because the lines at the caf are long, and we're still in the process of trying out the places along roxas or jacinto (and just wasting our money). we still don't have a &lt;em&gt;tambayan &lt;/em&gt;or an official bench for our five-minute breaks-- nah, i mean our long breaks in the afternoon. the names of the offices, the deans, and all the other college terms are still blahblah to my ears. and the ateneo population scares me a bit--i've gotten used to seeing familiar faces in high school, but now gaaah there are aliens everywhere. to think &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;wasn't even the usual school-day ateneo population. boo, this freshman list could go and on, but it all boils down to one thing: gosh, i'm such a loser. haha. :-) well, it takes time to adjust, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="yeay!" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/kim233.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img alt="my classmates (again???): marcus and ice" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/kim230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="with my konyo friend carlo" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/kim247.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img alt="with the phenomenal jp abrina" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/kim231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the first day started with a mass, so the new students got to meet fr. samson. and the usual speeches, blah blah. then when we came to our assigned classrooms, we met up with our AFYOP facilitators. so ayun the usual getting-to-know-you activities took place. my classmates seem nice, i like them. :-) too bad chris limen didn't make it to our section; he's too good for us. haha! he's in O2 (i'm from 01, by the way). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;right, basically the day was all about &lt;em&gt;what are your expectations &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;why the hell did you choose ateneo or bs bio. &lt;/em&gt;it got quite boring, but it was informative. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh, and we had to prepare a cheer for our section for the next day's closing program. since nobody else would volunteer, we nudged &lt;em&gt;kay&lt;/em&gt; to lead the group, so expect a lot of ateneo-cheers-na-siningitan-ng-section-O1-every-now-and-then. and gaawd, the facilitators taught us some dance moves for the &lt;em&gt;community dancing &lt;/em&gt;(OH HECK) which also falls on the next day. so we had to dance-- jeez, then there was this NARDA step which was &lt;em&gt;aliw. &lt;/em&gt;haha, although it sucked to have to dance to the chorus part of the song (yes, we just clapped at the verses), it was fun anyway. it brought out a lot of laughter from the group, so yeay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;asdfg hjkl asdfg hjkl asdfg hjkl (tamad to discuss further).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;freshmen orientation day 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;now the second day was F U N... i think. basta, it was more of playing games and stuff. so our class got to know one another better, and we got to have that &lt;em&gt;post-a-message-on-the-paper-that's-stuck-on-my-back &lt;/em&gt;activity at the end of the day. basta, it was fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="walking during lunch time" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/kim243.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img alt="classmates" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/kim232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="burning the cal from lunch" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/kim253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so there was the closing program. singing, dancing, speeches, magtanga, blah blah... oooooooh, plug-in:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rufino otero sings realllllyyy well.&lt;br /&gt;damn, he nailed that song. tas a capella pa. ttssss idol. :-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;so the guy (?) in the program said, "blah blah you're now in the ateneo community..." so i guess that makes us one of &lt;em&gt;them. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="we're like in college na pare" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/kim255copy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;gah, bad resolution. my hand was shaking when i took this pic. anyway, i can't say more about the orientations... parang it's all a blur right now hahah drugs! but oo nga, it was fun and... basta, ok lang. we met new friends, new campus, new pogiboys, blah blah. but i guess we were still &lt;em&gt;we &lt;/em&gt;when the day ended. hehe, high school friendships never get old. sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/kim256.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img alt="star talaga si alfred. haha." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/kim257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="gabi na" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/kim258.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so tomorrow marks our last dota game (at least for a while). it's all about marcel tomorrow. hahaha, bully!!! so bigboydan here we cam. :-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sheesh, college na talaga. oh well... *too shocked to comment further*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-114933934522386220?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114933934522386220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114933934522386220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2006/06/freshman-orientations.html' title='freshman orientations'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-114907807405626285</id><published>2006-05-31T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T05:21:14.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another artwork.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0066;"&gt;angel marcel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/marcelangelcopy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pogi picture eh. marcel del fierro, langya astig ng pangalan chong tsss. :-) should've cropped it sa edges, but what the hell i'm tamad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;langhiya, june 1 na bukas! tsktsk freshmen orientation the next day.. tss i hope i'm dead by that time. or not. no, wag muna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-114907807405626285?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114907807405626285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114907807405626285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2006/05/another-artwork.html' title='another artwork.'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-114889041784239603</id><published>2006-05-29T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T01:28:33.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy bertday kuya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;that witch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she gave me a look right, then glanced back at my application forms, and again at me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;witch: ms. comilang, are you sure you need grant-in-aid for you to stay in college?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;me: well, i'm sure that you need students who deserve your scholarship *smiles* &lt;em&gt;HUH? what the hell? grant in aid? i thought academic scholarship tong pinasukan ko?!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;witch: yes, but i don't think your financial situation would be any problem for you to study at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;me: well, it'll be of great help if i still have a scholarship. we're not exactly well off. and i don't have any educational plan... &lt;em&gt;yesshh, that's extra allowance for me you know, extra shopping money you know, and that's like my pang-gas you know! gimme scholarship sige na sige na sige na!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;witch: okay. of course we'll look into that, dear. so, can you tell me the difference between charity and dole-out? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so that's how i got to be &lt;em&gt;friends &lt;/em&gt;with mrs. blood-red-lipstick. &lt;em&gt;why choose medicine? where do you plan to go to med school? oh so you plan to take up surgery? that takes fourteen years of staying in school, you know. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;ANAKNGTOKWAAAAAA.&lt;/span&gt; 14 years? wa ka nabuang? that's like from birth to being a stupid sophomore in high school. but why not? basta ba you give me a scholarship eh, ayooooossss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;me: ma'am, i'll be honest. i don't really know what to do with my life. i am fresh from all the pangs of high school, and i'm so pathetic. i just want to be a doctor because DOCTOR KAMILLE COMILANG sounds sooo cool and it's the only way that i could help people with leukemia and anemia and all of those blood diseases that i have yet to discover if only you get me a scholarship. plus, that white vest and the whole stethoscope-hanging-around-the-neck looks so darn good on me. then again, i'm just an idealistic idiot who wants to save a few lives with a trip to the OR. (looks down, pause pause pause) i can't help it if zat's my life-long dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;witch: you're damn right, idiotic surgeon! alright ms. comilang, you bagged the scholarship babyyyy! YEAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hold it, that's not me talking there. man, i'm so HANGUL for that scholarship. but i hope someone deserving gets it, whoever that person is. and i hope he/she also looks good in that white vest. huhu, see i just know that i won't get that scholarship! &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;:-$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and i don't know what happened to my application in ateneo either. the woman there also gave me the whole &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;are you sure you need a scholarship here???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; seriously, do i look &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;brainless? di pa nga nagstastart yung actual interview biglang ARE YOU SURE YOU NEED THIS SCHOLARSHIP? agad! langhiya naman eh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;woman, SCHOLARSHIP = PRESSURE and that's the only way that i could work best! kung walang scholarship eh di i'll be &lt;em&gt;ahh ok lang i'm not maintaining any grade bitaw. &lt;/em&gt;TARONG BAAAHHH BIGYAN NIYO KO NG SCHOLARSHIP KUNG HINDI WALA TALAGA I'LL DROP OUT OF COLLEGE! as if it's there loss, kamille. tss. i have to find another motivation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i want to be a surgeon. Jesse is with me always. i want to be a surgeon. Jesse is with me always. i want to be a surgeon. Jesse is with me always. i want to be a surgeon. Jesse is with me always. i want to be a surgeon. Jesse is with me always. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that'll be my mantra now. man, i'll even do that with a dance. langya, nevermind basta that's my motivation na. and that's actually the best motivation there is, considering that i'll be in school for fourteen years... yes. Jesse &lt;3's&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stuff.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;PPY B&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;RD&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; K&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;Y&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my relatives actually call my mom "mama no" because that's short for "mama ni dino" (dino = my bro). and that's what she's still known for even now that i'm already here huhuhuhu. what about me ha??? LOL. anyway, happy birthday kuya! :-D last time, i got him this... i think it's over a foot tall. i could've gotten him sephiroth, but nah cloud strife will have to do. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/kim201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;let's play dota let's play dota let's play dota one last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-114889041784239603?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114889041784239603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114889041784239603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-bertday-kuya.html' title='happy bertday kuya!'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-114863268136128005</id><published>2006-05-26T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T03:18:49.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>adik ako.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haha aliw eh. tsss.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;**Go to your music player of choice and put it all on shuffle. Say the following questions aloud, and after each one press play. Use the song title as the answer to the question.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[01] What do you think of me, iPod?&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;always you by sophie zelmani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;[02] Will I have a happy life?&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;scarecrow by beck. haha langhiyang itunes kaaa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[03] What do my friends really think of me?&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;slicker than your average by craig david. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;[04] Do people secretly lust after me?&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;every breath you take by the police. HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;[05] How can I make myself happy?&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;i just wanna be loved by AM radio. tsss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;[06] What should I do with my life?&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;who needs shelter by jason mraz. whaaat???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[07] Why must life be so full of pain?&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;tangerine by led zeppelin. wha? well i like zis song...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[08] How can I maximize my pleasure during sex?&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;let's wait a while by janet jackson. hahahaha langhiya naman, kill me now. &lt;em&gt;let's wait a while before we go to faaaar&lt;/em&gt;. tsss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;[09] Will I ever have children?&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;smooth rider by dave matthews band. right.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10] Will I die happy?&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;nothing even matters by lauryn hill. naku, parang negative yun ah. GO TO HELL IPOD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[11] Can you give me some advice?&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;hello sunshine by the super furry animals. arrrggghhh..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12] What do you think happiness is?&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;stairway to heaven by led zeppelin. ayeeee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[13] What's my favourite fetish?&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;alcohol by the eraserheads. tssssss.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;anakngtokwa ang labo nun ahh. ang dami pa namang ibang kanta eh, tsss. aliw, so my iPod also doubles as my magic eight ball. tssss, sulit! langhiya. man i should shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my life is unfair. i wanna be somebody else.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yuck emo HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;right, so when my dad picked us up from the airport just a couple of days ago, i noticed this tiny crack on our car's windshield. yeah, first our car's behind hits guapo guy's car door and now karma felt like busting my dad's windshield. strangely though, my dad didn't know about the crack (ooh marx, it's your fave word: CRAAACCKKK.) until i laughed at the sight of it. so he simply said, "ahh, okay lang." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tapos, today...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dad: oy, no more driving para sa yo ha. tingnan mo yung crack sa windshield, ang laki na o!&lt;br /&gt;me: o nga bakit lumaki na yan? bakit di na ko magdadrayyyb?&lt;br /&gt;dad: eh kung anu-anong ginagawa niyo ng kuya mo dito sa kotse eh. bagsak ng pinto &lt;em&gt;blahblah&lt;/em&gt; tas ayan laki na ang crack.&lt;br /&gt;me: huuuuuuuhhhhhh? eh Paaaa, kaw naman lagi kong kasama pag nagdadaraaaayyb ako. tas bakit sa kin tinambak ang crack na yan? &lt;em&gt;langhiya langhiya bad mood ako&lt;br /&gt;bah langhiya langhiya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: kayo naman talaga ng kuya mo yan. sige, pupunta pa kong ma-a, bili ng bagong windshield.&lt;br /&gt;me: ngeh, diba kukuha tayo ng SP ngayon? ang haba ng pila para dun ah! unya na ng ma-a! &lt;em&gt;you're my dad and i love you so i can't really be mad at you. langhiya langhiya langhiya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: eh di ka nga muna magdadrayv!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;see??? unfair!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;man, i don't see the logic in that. i wasn't even in davao when heaven blessed our car with that *&amp;amp;^%$ @# crack! so now i don't get to take on the wheel and go &lt;em&gt;oh-man-i'm-so-cool-i-am-driving-at-70mph-and-you-posers-can-go-to-hell &lt;/em&gt;around ecoland. boo dad, and i actually thought that you're so cool with all your beatles and queen and led zep records. but you're just like everyone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;jeeez. even my own dad bullies me. anakngtokwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. mama break up with papa na he's evil. HAHAHAHAHA. ha ha. huh. oi. &lt;em&gt;gusto kong magdraaaaaayyyvvv....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0066;"&gt;the people have gone mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i saw this FLASH REPORT OH YEAH on tv just now, and why the hell are old people burning and tearing away copies of the da vinci code? ha? ha? ha? di ba kayo nag-aral ha ha ha? wala ba kayong utak ha? ha? ha? HAHAHAHA, eh kasi naman yung speaker ng &lt;em&gt;movement &lt;/em&gt;na yon eh talagang feel na feel when he was saying his speech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;JEEE-ZZUUUSSSS WE LOVE YOOOOOOU. WE LOOOAATHE THIS PIECE OF WRITING. JEEEZZUUUSSS.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;dude, you're full of crap. eh kung batukan ka kaya ni Jeeezzzusss huh? ha? ha? ha? (man, will i go to hell for saying this?) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;so all i'm saying is... it's a BOOOOOOOK (or a movie, kung tamad kang magbasa). fiction. and all the other things that sir rivamonte said when he himself raised his eyebrow on people such as theeessse. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;before you go all JEEEZZUSSS, check yourselves. man, to think you're on national tv! you made it in the FLASH REPORT OH YEAH SO FLASHY! books aren't evil, people are evil. man, we gotta learn how to appreciate (or recognize, respect, blah) lit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;this is depressing. i see my fellow artists getting stoned for expressing their creativity. jeez, we artists never get appreciated, people are so cruel. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;kamille, go to hell. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;hibs pineda is a god. his &lt;em&gt;kamao&lt;/em&gt; turns the chicks on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaaaay! haha marcusdelisyus haha. joke lang, alam ko namang humble ka at gusto mong sikreto lang ang pagiging macho mo. kaya hanggang dito lang to. MAN WHERE'S MY LASAGNA??? boo pano yan, hahabulin ka na ng chicks sa teneo college, tsss wala ka nang time for us little people. promise me, BFF ha? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA LANGHIYA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;right. freshmen orientation is a week from now. oooh i'm a human biology student and i'm so cool to the point that i do not need to attend such orientations because i'm such a loner who doesn't even need to study as long as i have my good old cup of coffee and the beatles booming from my ipod. gyah, i'm not looking forward to the FO, i've been told that it'll be okay if i don't attend it. but i think i might as well attend just so i could get an idea of what i got myself into when i didn't slack off high school and thus got myself a diploma. regret regret regret. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;ayt kids (harhar i'm seventeen harhar), i'll put an end to this entry. kill me now hahahaha ang labo ko hahahahahaha. i'm scaring myself. nah, tomorrow i'm back to my passive, un-palaaway, and kind self. HAHAHAHA. haha. ha. ha. ha. ho. hum. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;del bakit ka mag-U-UP??? waaaah we'll die without you because we're so dependent sa iyong leadership at marcelness. lol. oh, ok lang, i mean it's UP MIN so it's soooo near jacinto. tsktsk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeay, thanks for the gift, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;france&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! :-) o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;chincha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yung gift mo? eh si john nga may gipt eh ikaw pa kaya?!? ha? ha? ha? HAHAHAHA, aylabyoo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'll go, you've suffered enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-114863268136128005?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114863268136128005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114863268136128005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2006/05/adik-ako.html' title='adik ako.'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-114843306127679982</id><published>2006-05-23T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T18:14:27.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pasado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;he shoots...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;...and he scores. langhiya langhiya langhiya CPA ka na! tsssss.. the whole time you were complaining na mahirap. pero langhiya langhiya langhiya the geek passed the board exams (where geek = my bro). langhiya langhiya langhiya. you're like a part of that 25% percent who passed. hahahahaha. langhiya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;man, in a lot of ways, that guy is smarter than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me. congrats! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other stuff.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;thanks &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;kat&lt;/span&gt; for the gift! ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;***Eternal peace, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Leonard&lt;/span&gt;! You will surely be missed. ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other other stuff.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'll give out a decent post some other time. i have to be somewhere and i'm already late. uh. haha, ang labo ng post na to. tssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-114843306127679982?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114843306127679982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114843306127679982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2006/05/pasado.html' title='pasado'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-114765178944237258</id><published>2006-05-14T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T06:07:43.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;may 15 is...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;B&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;RTD&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;OUIE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;EA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Y! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;yey, louie basa is one of the smaaaaartest, fuuuuniest, most chaaaaarming, guaaapo guys i know. maangas, pero dagdag pogi points naman eh. tsktsk, ewan ko nga ba, but basta may 15 ang birthday eh talagang magaganda (o ang guguapo) at malalakas ang dating eh. hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;board exams na! do well, kuya! CPA! CPA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tss, one year in the making! ge lang, after that, dota til you die ka ulit. screw work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;i'll add to this post later. i have to be somewhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;seventeen! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;salamat po sa mga bumati, yeay!ü i love you guys! tsktsk, sayang naunahan ako ni louie sa pagbati eh huhu. but again, thanks sa mga nagtext, nag-YM, nagtag sa tagboard, nag-Chikka, tumawag, dumalaw, gumawa ng testi sa friendster, o nagpakita sa akin kanina.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;all right, basically i spent half of my day (well, just 1.5 hours anyway) at the metwoe. and yes, chinee was there. too bad for you, francelle, because you're stuck in a far away mountain called Kapatagan. see, because i'm so niiiiiiice and sweeeet, God actually sent chinee to be my birthday mascot. and yes, he is every bit of the chinito god that you said he was. but you like him more than i do, so again it's really sad for you to not be there when he finally decided to show up. :-)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but i digress, this is not an entry about chinee because a certain blogger already has tons of that. ü i had a date with my bestfriend &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;danica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; today (who also just turned seventeen this summer). yeay! thanks for your gift, dan! sorry that i forgot yours in the car, i'll drop it off, don't worry. ü &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;tas i had a wonderful dinner with my family. ayun, what a &lt;em&gt;lay-low &lt;/em&gt;way of celebrating my birthday, i usually have parties at the house. but oh what the heck, i'm an old soul (actually, i'm really just a loner) who just can't throw anything big today because i'm bound to leave for manila tomorrow morning (haha ang labo, walang connection).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so if you didn't get to spend some time with an awesome person like me today, don't worry because we'll get together as soon as i get back from makati. lunch and dota next week, promiseü trust me on this, i don't run away when it's my turn to make &lt;em&gt;libre&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i have to pack my stuff, see ya soon! ü but here are a few photos taken today (more are in my other site, blah kapoy lipat) : (left) thanks lara for the beautiful flowers!ü wow, that's the third i received in two months. yeay! (right) unknown model. blah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/kim132.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/kim109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bully, thanks for the&lt;br /&gt;gipt! i love it! hahahahahaha, and the liquify thing. your pic this time. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bioman, i am looking forward to eating your marcus-delicious lasagna.&lt;br /&gt;and carrot cake. ü&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i am not old. i'm just seventeen.&lt;/span&gt; :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-114765178944237258?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114765178944237258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114765178944237258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='happy birthday to me'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-114744146482136300</id><published>2006-05-12T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T06:55:01.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dota days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you know how it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; the people you hang out with invite you for a session, promise that they keep a good eye on you through it all, and maybe even offer to pay for your first time. it's difficult to &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;give in, of course, since it's all they've been talking about for the past three months. i mean, a taste really wouldn't hurt, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i only do playstation stuff, man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;yeah, well. if anything, i loathed dota because i've seen how it can turn innocent school kids into HANGUL-shouting bastards who spend their resources to help make the owners of clickerz millionares (as joey would put it). and with hangul-shouting bastards, i speak of &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;my older brother&lt;/span&gt; (and my classmates). you see, my kuya decided to put off his cpa board exams for another year because he got caught up playing dota until the wee hours of the morning, thus failing to review. sad. dota is bad. loathe it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;marcel&lt;/span&gt; told me to &lt;em&gt;give it a try.&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;marcus&lt;/span&gt; was a very patient teacher, and he even died a couple of times just so he could help me with my items and my skills. and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;jude &amp; joey&lt;/span&gt; didn't kill me just so i could get the hang of it. and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;cesar&lt;/span&gt; allowed himself to be killed by me just so &lt;em&gt;maganahan sad ang baguhan&lt;/em&gt;. and the creeps were just so cute (heck, i called them &lt;em&gt;monster-monster &lt;/em&gt;back then). first hero? zeus, and my first four kills were all thanks to my teammates reducing the other guys' HPs and yelling WRAAAAATH!!! SEE? YOU KILLED HIM!. and then i'll say, "ha? i'm on the other side of the map!" but then that's the point. gaaah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so school has been a whole lot sweeter after my first game. finishing off the previous day's assignment tends to be a lot more fun because you're doing it with the dota people. cle time passes quickly because you talk about burize and perse and agi. marcus's physics notebook has finally found its use: a sketchbook for  the dota map and caricatures of the dota heroes. making projects during saturdays takes less time (and a little less effort to convince the guys) to finish because there's always that &lt;em&gt;the-sooner-we're-done-the-more-time-we'll-have-for-dota &lt;/em&gt;inspiration. a give-and-take-win-win relationship has formed between me and my seatmate joey: i help him with physics (among other things), he helps me with dota (among other things). and even if i myself can't find the drive to fight off the 2/10's in our physics quizzes, the thought that we'll play dota come dismissal time is verrry relaxing. and things got even better for us when our fourth quarter exams were finally over, tsk i don't even have to say why that's so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, that was before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we don't get to do that now, at least not as often as we used to. i've mellowed down a lot in terms of &lt;em&gt;wanting &lt;/em&gt;to play with my dotamates-- i mean of course i do want to play, but it's okay if i don't. and it was cruel that the peak of my dota addiction (fine, we'll call it that) was when we had a looooot going on in school (heck, we were graduating!). but now that it's already summer, i don't even get to play at all! at least not &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i guess now, it all boils down to this: i'll play dota while &lt;em&gt;it &lt;/em&gt;lasts. while francelle is still in davao (because i don't play when i'm the only girl around). while the other mates can still show up when we decide to play. and while marcel is still here (because i'd rather not play if he's not around, and who knows what planet he'll be in this june). i don't think i'll have as much fun as i do if i don't play with these people, what with the sudden outbursts of OH WHY DON'T YOU SMILE MY ONLY STAR from joey, the "peace muna tayo, pag level 6 na tayo patyanay" request of marcel, the POTEK HANGUL KA JUDE rants from just about everyone, the "AR tayo ha--wag, AP lang" debates, the "Pinatay mo ako? Nagtext man ko ato!" lines of akeem, the "WAG! DON'T KILL MEEEEE... ay bully." from me and francelle (and sometimes, krishna!), and the usual "AY ANDYAN NA SI MARCEL! DAGAN NAAA!" from everyone. so when they go, dota's done for me. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so now i'm on my brother's side. that is, there's just something about dota that can make you forget about your board exams and put you on a hiiiiiiigh. man, it beats endorphines. or that feeling of receiving an award. dota beats all of zat. now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that got me thinking, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i can't just say i'll &lt;em&gt;stop&lt;/em&gt; playing. okay, i'll just be on &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;dota leave&lt;/span&gt; when my dotamates go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;because when sembreak comes, we'll relive our &lt;em&gt;6-hours-straight-walay-kaon-kaon &lt;/em&gt;dota matches. just. like. in. high. school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-114744146482136300?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114744146482136300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114744146482136300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2006/05/dota-days.html' title='dota days'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-114725659024603260</id><published>2006-05-10T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T03:23:10.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>greetings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;just a couple of greetings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BERTDEY, MON E.!!! youdaman.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;back when we were in 5th grade, he'd drive (on a bike) by my house on school days and we'd beat the balls out of seifer and grendel (from final fantasy 8, man i hate that game). we don't talk much these days, but yeah it's just like the old days when we do. hmm, he's probably the smartest person i know. tsktsk. blech, i digress. happy birthday, idol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yep, aylabyootoo eli (in response to your shoutout in friendsterü).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;decent entry? nah, some other time. right now, all i've got is chinee chinee chinee. but &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;france&lt;/span&gt; already has that, so it's like her posts are &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vicariously&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mine. haha. haa. ha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-114725659024603260?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114725659024603260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114725659024603260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2006/05/greetings.html' title='greetings'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-114696776942780435</id><published>2006-05-06T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T19:09:29.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dota playmates</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0066;"&gt;just so you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;where the hell are my dota playmates??? what happened to our 10am meetings at blinque every saturday?! i mish yoo guys (and girls, and fags). :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-114696776942780435?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114696776942780435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114696776942780435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2006/05/dota-playmates.html' title='dota playmates'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-114683127572715057</id><published>2006-05-05T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T05:14:35.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i heart chaos knight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i heart chaos knight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;obsession.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;francelle, you are obsessed with chinee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;if you sing another one of your stupid songs with "chinee" at the end of each line, i swear i am going to whack you with one of those heavy weights that huge-muscles-guy-trainer lifts. uh huh. tss, we went there at 10am only to find an absent chinee. haha what is wrong with us? winston said that chinito god will be back tomorrow, though, so i hope that he really will show up this time because i'm sure you'll be so saaaaad if he won't. haha as what i said to you earlier, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;POTPOT &lt;/span&gt;knows about your obsession and he'll freak out; so he will ignore you and go help me out instead. ahahaha. ü then again, he's a supervisor and all he does is smile and reassure you that you're doing a good job with the equipment. tsktsk, poor guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;shield.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ernest is the new comptext ed. good one. congrats to the other editors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i don't have much bragging rights about being a shield member, i mean it's just one year. there are those who've been members since their second year, so they have a lot to say. but i'm glad to have been a part of it all. one year could seem like forever, thanks to all the work and binuangs. man, i loved it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;yeah, i'll miss being a part of the comptext department--no matter how tiring and annoying my work may be. i'll miss showing up at ma'am amy's office early in the morning to ask her about something and then having to panic after a few minutes, thinking that i'm already late; but then her wall clock is 15 minutes advanced, so i'll still stay anyway. i'll miss the free food, the &lt;em&gt;sloooooowww &lt;/em&gt;computer units in the kitchen, and green slider which serves as the key chain (?) of the shield room. i'll miss ma'am amy's &lt;em&gt;there's always room for improvement &lt;/em&gt;pep talks whenever we have our actual org meetings in AVR2. i'll miss climbing up the whole 4 floors of the sports complex just to get to the dusty and hoooot shield room, which by the way, only gets cleaned twice a year: first for the opening of the school year, and the second for the distribution of yearbooks. i'll miss the stressful and dramatic practices that we have for just about any activity: launching, raffle, fiesta, activity days, whatever. i'll miss our actual presentations, which can be embarrassing at first (uh the whole thing?) but in the end turns out to be just another opportunity to show off our &lt;em&gt;talents &lt;/em&gt;and katarantaduhan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i'll miss being an editor. i'll miss our ed board meetings wherein we talk about our deadlines, about not meeting our deadlines, and about making new deadliest deadlines. i'll miss the shield screenings, from the impossible stint of completing the first screening (editing and typing 3 paragraphs in just 2.5 minutes, even if it really takes at least 4mins to do so) to the oh-sweet-revenge that we get during the second screening (making the aspirants act, dance, sing, model, blah blah). i'll miss giving jobs to my staff and feeling so proud of them whenever they pass their work on time and in good quality. and i'll miss the wonderful feeling of seeing (and saying) that our work is finally done. yeah, that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i'll miss the people i've walked with throughout this journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and so i leave high school as a part of an organization that's given me the experience, fulfillment, and memories that could all help me during bad days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;proud to have served you. shield &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; shield&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;shield...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-114683127572715057?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114683127572715057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114683127572715057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-heart-chaos-knight.html' title='i heart chaos knight.'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-114674195482316267</id><published>2006-05-04T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T04:25:54.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>winston</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we heart chinee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;geez france, we are so damn pathetic. we actually arranged to meet at 11am just so we could catch another glimpse (err, major looking, swoooooning) of the perfection that is chinee. but he didn't even show up! see, it's so funny it makes me want to kill myself for even trying haha. well, even if we didn't see mr. chinito today, at least we got to hang out with winston, and at least his back is &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; nice. ü &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;oh, if it weren't for mr. astig-ang-likod winston, we wouldn't even find out what the chinito's name is. well, thanks to you for fishing for his name. and so what did winston say?&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;POTPOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. the chinito god's name is potpot. and was it just yesterday that we thought of handsome names that would fit his fine features? we had christian, lee (which was a good choice), gino, maximo (haha). but then what do we get? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;POTPOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! tsss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;chincha is alive, after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, i'm sure everyone has a friend who's just game for anything and everything; the type who suddenly gets a blinding lightbulb above her head when you ask about where to hang out or what to do; the one who is actually very annoying but fun to have around anyway? well that friend for me would be &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cynthia krishna querido estoque&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! after days of not hearing from her (which is weird, btw, because she's always on the go for planning gimiks and tambay sessions), she finally found enough cellphone load to say that she's still breathing (unfortunately ü) and still on the go for that movie. see cynth, you're a very nice friend and i appreciate zat. yey! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;so all i had to do was call her on her cellphone and say, "hey cynt! di kami pupuntang shield ngayon eh. but watch tayo movie! when? now na. as in now. what, hindi ka pa nakaligo? bilisan mo, sa sm ha? now. buhbye!" and a &lt;em&gt;few&lt;/em&gt; moments later, we laid our asses for a date with ethan hunt! poof!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/tripping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;shout out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;TRISHASANDOVALSKIE, ingat sa manila! watch out for other potpots. love you and will miss you lots. toinx!ü&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;-keemü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;oh, and tomorrow is my last day as the shield computer/text editor. sino kaya'ng sunod, sino kaya'ng sunod!!! kawawa... ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/9029177-114674195482316267?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114674195482316267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114674195482316267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2006/05/winston.html' title='winston'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-114613204343468395</id><published>2006-04-27T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T03:00:44.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday dan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this was meant for april 28, but oh what the heck.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;geez, i might not get the chance to sulk in front of my computer tomorrow, so i might as well say it now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;.H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;PPY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;RTHD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;A. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;y&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;ea&lt;/span&gt;h S&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;V&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;NT&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;EE&lt;/span&gt;N S&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;V&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;NT&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;EE&lt;/span&gt;N!.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;man, we're not getting any younger. seventeen? blech. ü at least i still have a month to go, or not. but you're gonna be 17 in just a couple of hours. huh? huh? huh? just wait 'til i give you your gift. and yeah, i got you something from your list (sa blog mo gud, demanding!), but heck sweetie it's not a PSP. but it's close enough, in terms of the happiness-happiness-happiness that you get out of it. again, i love ya pare bai girl friend. toinks &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think i am officially friendless.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sorry if i had to put it here, dan, but where the hell are my friends??? ha? ha? ha? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;chincha, prancel, kat, ice, shee, 3sh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; well shee is in manila, but where the hell are the others? oh you guys died? ha? ha? ha? yan tuloy, i have new friends. but they're not really antisocials, so it's a bummer. i miss sulking with you antisocial freaks. where the hell are ye?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-114613204343468395?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114613204343468395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114613204343468395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-birthday-dan.html' title='happy birthday dan!'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-114553221635460378</id><published>2006-04-20T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T04:27:20.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>converse.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fall seven times, stand up eight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-114553221635460378?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114553221635460378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114553221635460378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2006/04/converse.html' title='converse.'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-114535764536144510</id><published>2006-04-18T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T04:00:48.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>enrollment crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the first blood of college life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah well, my friends (carlo, chincha, kat, and marx) and i chose to enroll our asses for college TODAY. so we met at around 8:30 in ateneo and went straight ahead with step one of the whole enrollment-for-dumb-baby-freshmen freaks--which had TWELVE steps altogether, by the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;step one just made us climb up 3 floors which had slippery and sadistic staircases (why take the elevator when we can exercise? ha? ha? ha?). and then we filled up some forms, you know, basic stuff: father's name, permanent home address, mailing address, birthday, crap, more crap, even more crap. yup, all three pages of it! then we proceeded to the other steps-- feeling like dummies who don't even know our way around the campus, having to make a run for the cashier, and then climbing up again just to end up where we started. so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the next step involved writing an essay (which is quite useless, as i see it) for 30 minutes. after glancing at my high school report card and my csat results, the witch there gave me this essay topic:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;recall a piece of writing, book, or article that you read over the past year and discuss the author's method of presenting his thesis. also state how he supported his points, and explain why the work in itself is significant.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the books i've read this summer break were more of pocket books--you know, about shoes and friends and boys and stuff, quite like the OC. so i chose to rely on sir dennis' gist-filled lectures on one of the things we discussed in the 3rd quarter: Man's Search for Meaning by Viktor E. Frankle. and i remembered Chris Limen's valedictory speech, with all the concentration camps and even the meaning of the German phrases, so i guess i came up with a pretty kick ass essay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;next step: interview. i LOVE interviews! especially the types we give away for shield, but the interview i had wasn't exactly like that (thank GOD!). anyway, it was easy. i remained honest about my answers, though i sounded sarcastic a little too often. thankfully, the man thought i was &lt;em&gt;impressive &lt;/em&gt;(which he also said to marcus, carlo, kat, and chincha, BUT STILL!). so like i said, i luuuurrvve interviews--mainly because i like speaking in english. and i like smiling at the person who's interviewing me. don't ask me why. ü &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the next steps... hmm, all a blur. mainly it was all about going down, getting this, writing our loooooong addresses again and again and again, falling in line, copying this, doing that, kissing ass, looking polite, falling in line for the cashier for almost 45 minutes, almost fainting because of the lack of H20, and then climbing up the sadistic stairs again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to make things worse, i lost my 1x1 photos. so i had to get it recopied, which meant that i took a cab to get it, another cab to take me back to hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;the only nice thing about this day was the 11th step: going to the clinic to have our physical examination. thankfully though, the male nurse there simply gave us one look, smiled, signed the paper thing, looked and smiled again. after he did that, i instantly decided that he is the most good looking guy there. he was the only one who made this day, err, &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;like hell, so yeah i love that guy! there was this other nice guy from step 12 (last step!!!) too, but then marx said that he was gay. so all i said was, "HA??? aww, sayang. anyway." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;again, we started at 8:30AM. we ended at 5PM. what a lovely day it was indeed. as marcus would put it, "college hasn't even started yet, but now i can say that it SUCKS!" well, the enrollment part did. so yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;ohh, so marcus and i are gonna be classmates again (marx, since grade 4 pa tayong magkasama. ma-iinlove ka na talaga sa akin niyan bah!). and carlo too! so it's all good. so here's what we, human biology students, got ourselves into:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;MWF:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sociology (7:40AM-8:40AM) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Chemistry 111 Laboratory (8:45-9:45)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;FYCF 1 (10:00AM-12:00 PM) &lt;this&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;PE on wednesdays (same time as FYCF)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Biology 112 (1:30-3:30) --&gt; hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Math 111 (5:50-6:50) --&gt; i am going to cry now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;T-Th:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Chem 112 Lecture (7:40AM-10:45AM) --&gt; even more crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;History 111 (1:00PM-2:30PM) --&gt; much more crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Biology 111 Lecture (2:35PM-4:05PM) --&gt; monster crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;English 11 (4:10PM-5:40PM) --&gt; i'm dead. but yey! it's english.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;so i should rejoice for my 5-minute breaks, right? but i have looong breaks on good days, so ooohh how sweet it is. on my way home though (another cab ride), i passed by the bigger and better big boy dan. i could clearly see kids playing dota. "bakit man yan sila nalingaw dyan uy!" but then again, i'm TIRED. i slept on the cab until i got home. huh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;now i'm gonna rest. sleep. dream. not go into college yet. *sniff* but before that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/kim004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;SEE YA TOM, DANICA! YEAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-114535764536144510?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114535764536144510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114535764536144510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2006/04/enrollment-crap.html' title='enrollment crap'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-114515783862572976</id><published>2006-04-15T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T20:23:59.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>podcast.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0066;"&gt;a hobby that might help me get through this summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to get myself into the holy week mood, i abstained from using the internet and from playing videogames--apart from eating meat of course. that went from wednesday til saturday. so in those four days without the internet, the cloud-sephiroth duo, and the "my blade thirsts for blood" scenarios, i managed to stay sane by playing my guitar and doing &lt;strong&gt;jewel&lt;/strong&gt; covers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, not &lt;em&gt;just &lt;/em&gt;jewel covers. the whole family, really: &lt;strong&gt;barbie almalbis, indigo girls, d'sound, imogen heap, alanis morissette (spellcheck), howie day, the police, and john mayer (yey!). &lt;/strong&gt;having to sound &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; took a little less than 24 hours, and so by thursday afternoon it was all good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then, i barged into our den (that's where the computer is), punched in the power button, and before i knew it i recorded two songs (&lt;em&gt;message in a bottle &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;collide) &lt;/em&gt;in an hour. haha. and though it's weird to hear my own voice pulsating through the computer stereos, i was happy that my guitar plucking (never was a fan of strumming, sorry) sounded good. solemn. yey! so now i gotta stop typing 'cause i'm gonna hook up my songs in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;PODCASTS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; yey!!! a podcast of myself making music. yey! well, got the idea from peyton of one tree hill. but i gotta figure out how to do &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;, though. but still. yey! yeah so that's my new hobby: making podcasts. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you should do this too france, since your voice is waaaaaaaay better than mine. so go make podcasts! yeah! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;fortunately though, i don't have those 2 songs on my iPod. i'm not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; vain.&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/9029177-114515783862572976?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114515783862572976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114515783862572976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2006/04/podcast.html' title='podcast.'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-114483951461967679</id><published>2006-04-12T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T04:10:51.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bummer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;yey mom's birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the last three months of my senior year, i wallowed on saging na paypay and a nice cup of fruit punch quencher come lunch time. yep, every damn day. it's not so bad, i like saging na paypay, and i don't mind having at least half of my week's allowance still in tact every friday. and since i go to school on saturdays, that's another 200 bucks straight from mom's wallet. of that 200, i only spend around P70 (for my cab fare) since shield takes care of my lunch-in-kfc anyway. so by the time summer kicks in, i figured that i'd be pretty rich. as it turns out, after subtracting all the careless spending every now and then, i now come clean with a little more than 2.5K. but that's not for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;kuya: KIM, birthday na ni mama. gift?&lt;br /&gt;me: KUYA, oo nga alam ko. sure, ano ba gusto niya?&lt;br /&gt;kuya: ewan. marami man akong pera. so hati tayo still?&lt;br /&gt;me: ako rin. SURE! ano man?&lt;br /&gt;kuya: ewan.&lt;br /&gt;me: basta mga at most P700 siguro gasto natin ha. P350 each.&lt;br /&gt;kuya: ok lang. pwede na.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;i didn't know what to get for our mom, so i asked her straight out. she simply told me to ask my dad since she already showed him ONE of the things that she'd like to receive at this time of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;me: papa, ano ba yung gustong gift ni mama?&lt;br /&gt;papa: ahh, maganda yun. a bracelet from asian treasures. that's in nccc, dear. (he quickly added when i raised one of my eye brows)&lt;br /&gt;me: oh. okay, then punta tayo ron bukas. hati kami ni kuya. kaw gusto mo share?&lt;br /&gt;papa: may gift din ako sa kanya. hati kayo? sure ba kayong may pera kayo?&lt;br /&gt;me: bakit, eh magkano ba yun?&lt;br /&gt;papa: parang P1300.&lt;br /&gt;me: (after holding my breath for 5 seconds) GRABE ANG GANDA TALAGA NI MAMA. &lt;/blockquote&gt;so now that bracelet is in my closet (inside a flawless silver box), waiting to be opened and appreciated and probably criticized for being P1300 when in fact, it is still just a bracelet. asian treasure? whatever! it's a bracelet! and i don't care if the salesguy mentioned about it having real crystals and precious beads and all that crap. it's a bracelet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;car bummer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after nccc, i had to stash out another P500 for my cellphone. damn NOKIA, that's overpricing! stupid virus! and so, on our way to GMALL, i popped in a cd of the OC mix 1, hitched up the volume, and happily sang california to get my wallet-pahak out of my head. we reached the parking area, it was all "california, CALIFORNIA, HERE WE COOOOOOOOOOOOO---"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;bogsh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one can find our pajero's butt planting a deep kiss on a cool blue corola's right side-back-door-whatever-you-call-it. OOOOOMMMME HEEeeeyyy (then california ends with the last few jams of a stringed instrument).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shame, i always regarded my dad to be a pretty good driver. i was always awed at how he effortlessly does that trick of parking backwards directly at the center of the space given for the car, kahit sa sm (ang sikip ng parking doon) he can find his way. he has the gift. to speak of him being behind the steering wheel of a car that just hit another is almost like blasphemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my reaction? Ohh (with a laugh at the last H). my dad sheepishly laughed, "eh nabangga ko ata..." the corola driver, who was actually fine-looking and around 19 (as my dad later said), stepped out of his car. and you can say that i'm bad, but the first thought i had when i saw him was:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hey, you're actually pretty cute! too bad your car isn't, and that's because of my dad. but still, that's minus foogi points for you. tsktsk. at this point, it must really suck to be you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;luckily though, the damage wasn't big. heck, just a little fold on the side, barely noticeable. so after my dad talked to his insurance company (and the corola driver to his mom), 'twas all good. but i swear i'm never going to let me dad forget about this. if he scolds me for being a bad driver, we'll see who'll squirm at the thought of maiming a cute guy's car when it actually was easy to spot that he was just behind us the whole time. i guess my dad got carried away with the CALIFORNIA HERE WE COOOOOOOOME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;jeez.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-114483951461967679?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114483951461967679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114483951461967679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2006/04/bummer_12.html' title='bummer.'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-114457364832887513</id><published>2006-04-09T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T02:10:40.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shield.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;shield. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;yes, no, maybe, i don't know&lt;br /&gt;could you repeat the question?&lt;br /&gt;you're not the boss of me nooooow&lt;br /&gt;you're not the boss of me nooooow&lt;br /&gt;you're not the boss of me nooooow&lt;br /&gt;and you're not so BIG&lt;br /&gt;you're not the boss of me nooooow&lt;br /&gt;you're not the boss of me nooooow&lt;br /&gt;you're not the boss of me nooooow&lt;br /&gt;and you're not so BIG&lt;br /&gt;life is unfaaaiirrr... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yey! that song (theme from malcolm in the middle) rocks! and yey! i'm done with my shield work! and yey! hannah (business editor) is done with her shield work too! and so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/img716.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img height="149" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/img713.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 152px" height="149" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/img709.jpg" width="212" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 151px" height="149" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/img693.jpg" width="207" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i like being part of the comp.text dept., but then it's KAPOOOOOOOY. langhiya, di na ako papasok sa ganung trabaho ever again. but it's fun. kapoy. fun. kapoy. FUN. then again, i'm done. and so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/img686.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/img718.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 182px; HEIGHT: 253px" height="256" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/withjp.jpg" width="187" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img height="258" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/img714.jpg" width="185" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 185px; HEIGHT: 255px" height="256" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/img706.jpg" width="186" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 182px; HEIGHT: 256px" height="256" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/img703.jpg" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/shieldeds.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 205px; HEIGHT: 146px" height="148" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/img696.jpg" width="210" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bully kayong lahat. tsktsk. oh man, we still have to clean the shield room??? BOO. let the new members do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;life is unfaaaiirrr...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-114457364832887513?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114457364832887513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114457364832887513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2006/04/shield.html' title='shield.'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-114441127335461813</id><published>2006-04-07T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T05:12:24.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;I NEED A PLANE TICKET TO MONGOLIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simply because there's nothing to do around here. after watching dvds of aladdin, kill bill, dirty dancing 2, titanic (mga 3 hours gud yun!), and jurassic park: the lost world--waaahh--- i'm still soooo bored. so take me to mongolia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i also need money: 500 gold to have my cellphone reformatted. damn that stupid computer-virus-na-napunta-sa-phone-ko-via-USB. huhu. and i think my mp3 player may also be infected by that stupid computer-virus-na-napunta-sa-phone-ko-via-USB. but then when i went to BYTEWORLD the guy said na hindi virus ang problema ng mp3player ko, wala na raw talagang battery yun kaya i have to charge it na. but then how can i charge it kung may stupid computer-virus-na-napunta-sa-phone-ko-via-USB nga yung computer namin? ha? ha? ha? so i'm off to nokia tomorrow to save my cellphone. and i'll charge my mp3 playah sa office namin. huh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i need sleep. i need a plane ticket to mongolia. i need money. and it's still early april. how much more of this?!? tsk. well, at least i don't have KETONG (dah chincha!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and that thought instantly makes me feel better. ü! yey!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-114441127335461813?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114441127335461813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114441127335461813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2006/04/boredom.html' title='boredom.'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-114423250335736291</id><published>2006-04-05T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T03:21:43.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>traydor</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i need sleep.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-114423250335736291?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114423250335736291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114423250335736291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2006/04/traydor.html' title='traydor'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-114395153868096061</id><published>2006-04-01T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T20:38:46.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dota</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see, these things add up to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10 geeks&lt;br /&gt;10 high speed units&lt;br /&gt;6.25 hours&lt;br /&gt;0 lunch&lt;br /&gt;1 latecomer (ahem, chincha!)&lt;br /&gt;5 kimgirlü's in one round&lt;br /&gt;5 eduj...'s in one round&lt;br /&gt;1 nasirang chair (by marcel)&lt;br /&gt;? randoms&lt;br /&gt;? di random&lt;br /&gt;????? kills by eduj... &amp; kimgirlü (kung kanino man yun, di na alam)&lt;br /&gt;??? times of &lt;em&gt;hinangul &lt;/em&gt;mode&lt;br /&gt;??  stolen kills &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10 pairs of rather tired yet &lt;em&gt;nalingaw&lt;/em&gt; eyes&lt;br /&gt;10 malnourished wallets after&lt;br /&gt; 1 utang made by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;            &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;  LIFE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and it only cost me P123, jeez ang saya. tsktsk. tomorrow ulit! ü &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-114395153868096061?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114395153868096061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114395153868096061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2006/04/dota.html' title='dota'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-114381030327292939</id><published>2006-03-31T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T05:11:26.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ishee's farewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0066;"&gt;one down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/isheecopy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i remember hearing my brother tell his friends, "sige bai, text-text lang tayo ha? kahit magkaibang school na!" well, that was when &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; graduated from high school. so now i'm gonna do the same thing. i'll say, "hoy bruha, tawagan pa rin ha kahit magkaibang school na. there are a lot of ways, really. basta!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so the first kabarkada to leave? ishee! yeah! my antisocial friend who never fails to amaze me (us) with her weird views and jokes. hay, it's cool kasi she actually understands my weird jokes and whines. kaya shee, buhbye! ayaw na'g balik! ü &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;nah, i'm sure we'll see each other pa naman sa sem break. huh, that sounds so &lt;em&gt;college: SIGE KITA TAYO PAG SEMBREAK NIYO NA! &lt;/em&gt;pretty soon we'll be saying crap like, "finals na" or thesis thesis at feasibility reps and all those other college stuff. tsktsk. how sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so yep, ingatz ishee! luv ya! GOD BLESS, dasal ka lagi. ü &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;***and shee, you just received a VERY nice compliment today: may buang na nagsabi sa akin na magkamukha raw kayo ni karla. ayeeee hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-114381030327292939?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114381030327292939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114381030327292939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2006/03/ishees-farewell.html' title='ishee&apos;s farewell'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-114361607195807526</id><published>2006-03-28T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T23:10:34.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>while my guitar gently weeps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;shit happens.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i accidentally whipped my guitar against the stupid door knob earlier today, and now he's got a BIG FAT scratch on his side! haaay. i wanna die. i'm so sad. for two years, i managed to keep him guapo and clean, tas now this??? the scratch is damn deep, and it's freaking white, and... tsktsk. stupid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/img605copy.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so now i'm under this trauma. i don't wanna touch him muna for fear that i might find a way to scratch him again. now he's locked in his perfect, hard, gold-somethingmaterial case. and i won't be strumming or plucking those lovely chords (na bagong palit lang kanina, huh!) for about a week. and hopefully the scratch will disappear, and he'll be perfect again. huhu, ang laki ng scratch! walang hiya!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OA ba? it's just that i bought this baby with my own money (tagal-tagal ko ring pinag-ipunan), and now he's waaaahhh. i spoiled that guitar too much. crap. boo. well, at least he still sounds good, lahat naman siguro ng guitar may scratch. &gt;=C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to chincha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;cynthia! i know na bored ka rin sa house niyo, and i know that you pass time with friendster and stuff. i thought na you were sad doing those things and all, but now i realized that i'm much more pathetic kasi i pass time doing things that i've already done last summer, or last sembreak, or last christmas break. so now i'm doing these again:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;final fantasy 7. with walk through. (how sad...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;final fantasy tactics. mahirap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;harry potter 6 (started last night and will finish tonight).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;scan the television for good movies. HBO has been disappointing me lately, though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;magtangaaaaaaa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;cynth, boring gud masyado. tas now my kuya's studying for the board exams, and he said, "kawawa ka naman. wala ka talagang magawa. saan ba friends mo?" haaay. shuuuddduuuppp. kaya ayun sabi niya after this he'll teach me how to play POKER. yeah, POKER. we got inspired watching celebrity poker kasi. hay, this is so sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sa man, dota ta?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-114361607195807526?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114361607195807526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114361607195807526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2006/03/while-my-guitar-gently-weeps.html' title='while my guitar gently weeps'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-114342353235692039</id><published>2006-03-26T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T17:38:52.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>grad gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;post-grad stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i woke up this morning, haaay my mom immediately talked to me about medicine and college and jacinto and doctors and all that crap. seriously, how many times have we talked about this? i'm tired! waaah. so while i banged the spoon and the glass and whatever i could get my hands on in order to muffle her voice, she continued talking anyway. so all i got was this... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;mama:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*ching* *clink* blobblob* **water pouring**&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;doctor ka?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*chingching* *bang* *clink* *gulp* *aah*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;tagal. But if you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*ching clink slam punk tunk boinks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;, then i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*blob gulp ching sap*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;me: opo. pero kahapon lang akong naggrad, ayoko pang isipin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mama: okay. sya nga pala, ano nga pala ang gusto mong grad gift? (smile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me: grad gift? wala man, i mean, wala pala akong maisip AS OF NOW. (shrug)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mama: talaga lang ha? sige na, you earned it. napag-usapan naman namin yan ni papa.                                                                                                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me: okay. ano budget, ma? (grin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mama: ha? basta as long as you deserve it. so ano man para makaprepare kami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me: ano, fortuner! yung kotse gud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mama: DON'T PUSH IT child! no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me: haha okay, ahhh PS3!!! para na yun sa aming dalawa ni kuya, granting na makapasa siya sa board exams of course. o diba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mama: college ka na, medicine ka pa talaga. dapat walang ps3-ps3. tapos si kuya trabaho na man yan siya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me: AAAHHHH GRABE! i deserve that! hmm, sige sige fine. PSP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mama: ano yan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me: basta mga17K yan siya, tas discount pa kasi sa friend ni papa bibili. tas mahappy pa tayong lahat. it's this little thing that you play with... tas bili pa ko cds... pero hindi man siya maka-adik--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mama: WAG NGA VIDEOGAMES! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;they ask me what i want for a grad gift (that i guess i earned naman), tas reklamo lang din pala after that??? haish. i prefer the ps3, but the psp will do. haaaayyy. so i figured that since my mum clearly won't buy me that, i better try my luck with my dad. so just a few minutes ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me: papa, sabi ni mama na sa iyo raw ako hihingi ng grad gift (mwehehehe). eh can i have a ps3? yey! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;papa: di ka na nga naglalaro ng ps eh! sabi mo sawa ka na dun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me: sige, psp nalang. ayy, mas gusto ko man ung ps3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;papa: psp? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so i go and tell him what a psp is (same way that i explained, in full passion, what an iPod is). as i expected, it dragged on for quite a long time because he really can't understand (or visualize) what a psp is. and when he finally &lt;em&gt;got&lt;/em&gt; it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;papa: ahh. eh kung cam nalang kaya? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me: ha? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;papa: *shrug*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so ayun, i guess i won't get my psp. or my ps3. or my fortuner.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;jeez! but it's okay, i won't ask for a grad gift nalang. i mean, i really can't think of anything else. sayang lang money. nevermind. boooooo! i love my parents, so yun bahala na lang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;that psp thing won't do me any good anyway. waaaaaaaaaah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i can't believe i just said that... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-114342353235692039?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114342353235692039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114342353235692039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2006/03/grad-gift.html' title='grad gift'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-114336224039114095</id><published>2006-03-25T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T00:42:41.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rants of a former senior</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the last of what high school has to offer...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't know what date will show up for this post, lately the posts i have are always a day late. and i'm stupid to not figure out how to fix this problem, kapoy din hanap for that link now. so bahala na lang. but take this: yesterday (saturday, 25th of march), we had our LAST grad practice! yey! so no more of those traumatizing experiences of having to march "in proper decorum" while that trumpet-and-cymbals-and-bigsophisticatedtorotot infested song plays over and over and over again. i think it goes something like... teng teeengg, te te te teeeeng, te te te teeeeng, teteng, tetete teteng, tetetet, tetetet, teteteteeeeet , tas biglang ching ng cymbals(haha, i'm sure ishee and france can understand this part). yeah, so buhbye to that. and buhbye to those big-assed chicken birdies which simply have a knack for geronimooo-ing their yellow submarines. yeah! no more of that! but if anything, the grad practices serve as my sole reason to ask my dad for money (and mum for extra money) which would be spent in playing dota anyway, but then that's another story. haaay, kapoy type. basta here are a few pics taken &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; the grad practice, that is, when the only ones left hanging around were me and a couple of my closest friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="309" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/img546.jpg" width="373" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="253" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/img552.jpg" width="183" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img height="252" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/img550.jpg" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 367px; HEIGHT: 266px" height="286" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/img547.jpg" width="373" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and here i am with our batch valedictorian! i lab yu chris limen! ü idol kita, you weirdo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="262" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/img556.jpg" width="198" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 196px; HEIGHT: 262px" height="261" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/img557.jpg" width="196" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;graduation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;honestly, i still can't get over the fact that i'm no longer a high school student. langhiya, what with the many text messages that i receive from friends (who are, strangely, MALE) saying, "mamimis ko kayo! grad na... blahblahblah... kita-kita tayo ha?" huhu, don't go senti on me because kahit ako ayokong maggrad! blech. it's sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i woke up at around 5AM this morning, tas i went outside to get something from our car. i dunno how to explain it, but the sky was painfully BEAUTIFUL kanina. i mean, with all the landscape thingee in our garden, just imagine having magenta-blue-purple clouds hanging low on a perfectly pale blue sky as its backdrop! ASTIG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;then everything that happened later this day just returns to me now, but in a blur. i dunno. one moment, i was standing at the right side of the stage (i was the mass commentator, with all the AMEN, PLEASE RISE, AMEN, yeah) and nodding to the different teachers whom i've come to love, adore, or deadma. tas later i was sitting in our car na pala and we were leaving na for lunch. weird. everything in between those 2 moe's, i really can't process at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but there's one vivid image that's tattooed on my slow head right now... when &lt;em&gt;mr. dorky teacher&lt;/em&gt; (whom i have always considered to be good looking and nice) said, "well done, kamille. well done!" (sabay flash his dorky-pacute smile) after the mass. *weeee* but then again, buhbye na sir, you dork! ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and then chris's valedic address (langhiya ka chris sabi ko mention mo name ko tas hindi mo talaga ako pinagbigyan. huhu, ganyan ka man talaga bahhhhh!) was quite weird (sa beginning, he was speaking GERMAN right? i was like, "yeah chris! wait, unsa daw???") but later turned out to be verrrrrrrry moving. tas ang galing pa talaga ng pagdeliver niya. that kinda reminded me of a song that's really well-written (and backed up of course by a beautiful melody). tas more german phrases, tsktsk husay talaga. ü bow down. CONGRATS CHRIS! ü YOU DA MAN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so here goes nothing... ü &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 193px; HEIGHT: 267px" height="247" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/img571.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/img577.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="243" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/img585.jpg" width="345" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 190px; HEIGHT: 251px" height="258" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/img575.jpg" width="190" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 191px; HEIGHT: 251px" height="256" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/img567.jpg" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="239" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/img581.jpg" width="322" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="264" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/img590.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img height="264" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/img580.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haay, i just loooove posing with tatay onat and chris... they make me look sooo white, i love it. ü and i had a good laugh kanina when a couple of my batchmates (na di ko pa &lt;em&gt;talagang &lt;/em&gt;kilala) told me, "uy miss sal--, picture naman! teynk yu!" haha, mga weirdo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so ayun lang, loong post. i guess next time nalang yung post ko talaga dapat for this occasion. at salamat po, for these!ü loved it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 255px; HEIGHT: 180px" height="208" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/img603.jpg" width="283" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 245px; HEIGHT: 180px" height="190" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/img592.jpg" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so high school? been there, done that. ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-114336224039114095?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114336224039114095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114336224039114095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2006/03/rants-of-former-senior.html' title='rants of a former senior'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-114285885682016636</id><published>2006-03-20T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T04:59:05.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>farewell for now but not yet goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0066;"&gt;farewell for now but not yet goodbye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lang hiya, that grad song is stuck in my head!!!!!!!! huhu, help me. ahh, i whipped this up today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/highschoolcopy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"let our nanana live in the walls, let our voices echo in the halls." aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! well, i still don't get it. but the melody's good, so whatever.&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/9029177-114285885682016636?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114285885682016636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114285885682016636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2006/03/farewell-for-now-but-not-yet-goodbye.html' title='farewell for now but not yet goodbye'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-114247024468254400</id><published>2006-03-15T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T16:50:44.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/angateneo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;10 days nalang!!! boooo&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-114247024468254400?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114247024468254400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114247024468254400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2006/03/10-days.html' title='10 days'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-114215754039817180</id><published>2006-03-12T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T01:59:02.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>malagos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0066;"&gt;lately...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't have the time to put in words, for one tree hill's starting in about 30 minutes. but a few friends and i went to malagos yesterday (saturday) for csip. being volunteers, we really didn't feel obliged to work. but we planted some baby senti creeps, and while everyone else was still digging, we were basically eating marcus' food and throwing away the wrappers either on the ground or "paslak lang sa gilid ng puno kung saan hindi makikita", as marcus would put it. we came back at around 12PM, checked what was going on in the 3rd screening of SHIELD, then left again to play dota. it dragged on for about 2 hours (for us girls), and about 5 hours for the guys. then sabay na kaming pumunta sa house ni marcel for our farewell party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;langhiya, 5AM pa kaming gising at "nagtatrabaho", kaya i left at 10:30 dahil sa sobrang pagod. but ey, 'twas fun anyway. crap, one tree hill na ata. ayt, buhbye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/img499.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/img492.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/img491.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/img496.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/img497.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yep, we all (except for jose) wore our juniors shirt (gelianne coincidentally wore red). jeez, what a sign of our pathetic attempt to deny that we're leaving in just a couple more weeks.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/img505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;carlo &amp; i sa farewell party. sleeeeeepy...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;come next week, i promise that i won't play dota.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;won't.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;won't.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-114215754039817180?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114215754039817180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114215754039817180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2006/03/malagos.html' title='malagos'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-114147534365617947</id><published>2006-03-04T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T04:29:03.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happybertday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy birthday trisha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/trishamoi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;still 16, tsktsk poor kid. ahaha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-114147534365617947?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114147534365617947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114147534365617947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2006/03/happybertday.html' title='happybertday!'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-114130522339588920</id><published>2006-03-02T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T05:28:16.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>prom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;i'm alive. again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WALANG HiYA TAPOS NA ANG ExAMS!!! ü&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and in just a few more days, i can forget about calling myself a high school student. i've always taken pride in saying that i'm a senior, but i guess that privilege will wear off pretty soon, soon, soon, when i least expect it. although i loooooove the idea that i won't have to deal with the blasphemies like Fcos(sin)(angle)Wt=i or so of physics and math (and the who's and what's of a loooooooooong &lt;em&gt;maikling kwento &lt;/em&gt;in filipino&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;, it's sad that i have to leave highschool. argh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;come next june, i'm back to being a freshman. yep. a 17 year-old anti-social dope who'll listen to &lt;u&gt;the beatles&lt;/u&gt; all the time instead of basking herself in the wonderful world of college. huhu. now i know why my brother whined (and he can't even look at the ateneo building whenever we drive around matina) when he was about to graduate from high school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and though he managed to live through college, he constantly said that highschool was the best time of his life. huh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but whatever, i'm just happy about not taking any more of those exams they give out in my school. and that i won't get to see my teacher in _______ anymore. hehe, i love my teachers, but i can't deny the fact that they made my life hell at some point. so yeah, screw them. buhbye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;anyhoo, to compensate for my lack of efforts to update my blog, i got pics! from the ateneo prom last feb. 24. go figure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/img398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/img396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/img401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/img414.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/img419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/img421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/img403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/img420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'twas great. ü totally better than last year's (duh). but seriously, i had fun. yey! ü &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;oooooh, and trisha s. will be celebrating her bday on the 4th. kaya advance happy birthdayü we're planning to watch &lt;em&gt;memoirs of a geisha&lt;/em&gt; on that day (yes, that's how &lt;em&gt;late&lt;/em&gt; we are, busy eh). i liked the book (although di ko na masyadong maremember kasi 1st yr pa ko nung pinabasa sa kin yun ni kuya), so yeah i'm looking forward to seeing the movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(sigh). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-114130522339588920?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114130522339588920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/114130522339588920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2006/03/prom.html' title='prom!'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-113600079647475722</id><published>2005-12-30T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T19:46:36.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>post na finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uuuuyyy may post daw ako, o di ka na starrr hibs!ü&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ayeee! okay okay, i found this today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Protect your ears: limit iPod use&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The ever-popular earbuds used with many iPods and other MP3 players may be more stylish than the bigger and bulkier earmuff-type headphones, but they may also be more damaging to one's hearing, according to a Northwestern professor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Various researchers have reported an increased risk of hearing loss associated with headphone use in the general population. Despite this, an MTV survey conducted earlier this year revealed that most teens and young adults do not think hearing loss from loud music is a big problem, even though over half of those surveyed said they experienced ringing in their ears after concerts. When told that the loud music may lead to lifelong hearing loss, however, most of the survey participants said they would consider protective measures in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eliminating iPod earbuds in favor of larger earmuff-style headphones as one of those protective measures may be an unattractive option for many style-conscious music lovers. Instead, Garstecki recommends adherence to the 60 percent/30 minute rule. Listeners should set their iPods and other MP3 players to sound levels that are no more than 60 percent of the maximum volume -- i.e. just over halfway between "off" and "maximum" volume -- and use their earbuds for no more than 30 minutes a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so i checked kung anong level ng volume ng sounds ko and it's just right along that 60% crap that the article mentioned, pero tahimik naman dito eh kaya okay lang kung ganun. pero mas okay naman kung malakas ang sounds eh. langhiya nga lang kasi one must use their earbuds for no more than 30 minutes a day. ayy yawyaw. wala ko nalipay sa article na yan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyhoo, chincha i checked your blog na! ahaha cute ang lay-out mo, i lab the colors. natawa nga ako nung nakita ko ung a rockstar suffering from a hang over. hehe kinareer mo na talaga ang pagiging raxtar mo ngayon. i hope you get the rockstar hair back, ung hair mo nung summer. but what da heck, even without the hair lagi ka namang may hang over eh. so it still fits. yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ahh and salamat pala sa mga gifts ninyo ha! MGA LECHE KAYO ANO BANG NAKAIN NINYO AT PURO GREEN ANG MGA BINIGAY NINYO SA AKIN *ahem ice ishee france* tsktsk. hoahwell i still lab your gifts. tss si kat naman blue green ang gift sa kin, nyehehe at least di green so salamat, i lab bracelets so salamaaat talaga! at kay chincha, aliw ang gift mo sa akin kaya lang andun lang sya sa cabinet ko nakatambak (kasama ng bday gift nina ishee na laruang pambata na mga hair stuffies) kasi wala naman akong tiyagang gumawa ng candle holder eh (she gave me a DIY candle holder set). pero i got the watercolor thing that came with it though, and yes i'm starting my painting thingee again, i painted shrine hills with a nice sunrise. i'll try to post a picture here pag uwi ko ng bahay. at ang gift ni hibs sa akin, ung gun thingee. ayun nakatambak lang din sa cabinet ko. one of these days when you're already OLD i'll show it to you and then you'll say, "aww kamel you kept my cheap gift all these years!" yes hibs, ganyan kita kamahal. hainaku. at yung gift ni carlo eh kissing teddy bears. YOU PERV! heeehee jowk lang. pero seryoso kung may papasok sa kwarto ko una nilang makikita yon kasi i enthroned it sa taas ng bookshelf ko (ung table gud sa baba ng hanging tv ko) at pag pasok eh syempre kissing teddy bears ni carlo agad ang makikita mo. at ang gift ni eli, pillows with the alphabet written all over it, salamat! match ung mga kulay sa kwarto ko at sa gift ni kalai na blue rin na pillow a few christmas-es ago (uuy match talaga kayo ah! ayy wag niyo nang tatandaan ang comment na to pag nagkita tayo ulit ha! ang magagalit pangit, at guilty. yes.) at ang gift ni kalai eh yung ballpen. i guess sa davao eh kami lang ang me ganun kaya salamat, although di ko gagamitin sayang eh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ung gift sa kin ng nakabunot sa kin, salamat i lab your gift! as in! tas sinamahan mo pa ng hersheys .5 na hanggang ngayon ay nasa freezer pa rin namin (i'll start eating it tonight siguro). salamat, sobra sobra talaga un kaya salamat talaga! ü &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hrmm, nung dec. 22 sinamahan ko si kuya sa pagbili ng gift kay melissa. before nun, bumili muna kami ng gift nina mama at papa (super gigantic at lambot na mga unan). tas ayun naghanap na kami ng gift ni melissa. ang plano kasi niya is parang blouse or something, basta damit. so pumunta kaming kamiseta kaya lang wala pa silang bagong stocks nun eh. sa bayo naman, wala namang maganda dun kaya umalis lang din kami. tas napapagod na si kuya sa paghahanap eh (mga 7:00 na yun eh, yun pala yung day na nanood kami ng king kong nina kat). kaya sa guess na lang ang hulog namin (tas nakasalubong pa talaga namin sina melissa at nanay niya palabas, haha ang galeng). dun na kami bumili ng gift, ang ganda ng gift ni kuya gold-silver na necklace na may mga dahon. dapat ung heart eh kaya lang sabi ko common na un kaya ung dahon na lang. kaya ayun umalis na kami. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so the next day, pumunta si melissa sa house para maglunch. pinapak nila ung 1st lechon for the day. sinundo pa siya ni kuya sa house nila eh at dumaan daw sila sa sm at ayun bumili rin sila ng gift ko dun. yey. salamat! i likeylikey his gift din, si melissa ang nagchoose at hangkyut ng gift. earrings (jeez i hate the word EAR) na ung may pink na flower at mga dahon dahon din. salamat, i love pink so you made the right choice. tenk yu!ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i never asked kung nagustuhan ba ni melissa ung gift ni kuya na ako ang pumili kaya i guess tatanungin ko nalang si kuya later. i deserve some ego boost and some credit for helping him buy a gift anyway, so yes. merry xmas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;teehee. last kwento na to. nung isang gabi pag uwi nina mama at papa eh may dala silang gift para kay elmo pangit. alam niyo ung little monkey na may drums and then you have to wind it up para the monkey will hit the drums repeatedly, making this annoying TETETETETET sound? ayun ung gift nila kay elmo. ang saya nga eh, kasi nagstare lang si elmo sa monkey. poor dog. but yey he has a gift din! dapat ang gift sa kanya eh boyfriend na kamukha niya. yes. ay no pala, GIRLFRIEND pala for elmo. darn sometimes i forget my dog's gender. so there, a pretty girlfriend for elmo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;walang hiya ka talaga chincha nung nagtext ka nung dec. 25 all you said was, "hi kams kelan magkababy si elmo pwede pahingi ng pupy?ü"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;di ka lang man naggreet ng merry xmas. ahahaha joke lang. but ok lang un, as i said walang girlfriend si elmo kaya di pa sila magkakababy. adopt ka muna ng askal dyan sa tabi-tabi. ahh i know na i'll buy you one of those puppies na lang na binebente dyan sa labas ng js gaisano. hmm magkakano ba yung mga yun? hehe i don't really have any idea, how much kaya na i'm curious na tuloy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;happy new year po! ü sa mga di ko matetext para i-greet, eto ngayon binabati ko na kayo. sorry pala kung di ako nakatext nung xmas. babawi lang ako. happy new year mga p/m-are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OF &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;DOG&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;ahm, kelan nga ba babalik sa school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-113600079647475722?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/113600079647475722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/113600079647475722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2005/12/post-na-finally.html' title='post na finally!'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-112860091207793340</id><published>2005-10-06T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T05:15:12.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;just wanna say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;PPY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;B&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;RTD&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;S! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;*hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;You da man, pare!  And just because it's your birthday, I'm gonna do pigtails! If I don't forget to, that is. But oh what the heck, pigtails or no pigtails, happy 16th!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-112860091207793340?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/112860091207793340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/112860091207793340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-birthday.html' title='happy birthday'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-112649311881799533</id><published>2005-09-11T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T03:16:46.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hibs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stellar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hibs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/hibsss.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;one of the countless stuff that i do with the pics from my phone. for the other stuff, it's all on my deviantart account. anyway, the color just reminded me sum'n. hmm... malapit na ang pasko! -ber na naman, teeheee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*the guy on the photo is hibs pineda, a good friend.*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-112649311881799533?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/112649311881799533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/112649311881799533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2005/09/hibs.html' title='hibs'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-112582264154420631</id><published>2005-09-04T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T01:30:46.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday parties</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yeah yeah, it's just me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;so i've been in a pretty bad mood lately. it's been going on for about a month now--probably one of the reasons why i haven't updated. but then again, just when things were really going really baaaaad, guess what came along?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sex and the city!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;well, just replays. but what the heck, carrie and samantha and charlotte and miranda and their wafu men are gonna give meaning to my nights of insomnia once again! it's weird how an hour spent in playing playstation seem to ooze slower than the hour spent in watching a single episode of satc (oh what the heck, i can't believe i'm saying this... playstation aylabyo! but satc rules my heart now, so shoo away, you little gray box!). weeeeee! aylavet, pare! jeez, i'm being babaw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;ahem, anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;so what the hell is wrong with the world these days? is it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;a. the opposition losing and acting like jackholes (well maybe they'll get what they want, it may be too early to tell)&lt;br /&gt;b. katrina wiping out new orleans and other parts of the us&lt;br /&gt;c. bill cosby waving a little doll and saying that i have to send in donations for the poor children who are now homeless because of the storm (err, nothing wrong with what he said really. but i don't think that waving a doll in front of tv would convince people to actually send in some more dolls)&lt;br /&gt;d. mr. ramon raising his voice at the innocent students of 4 gonzaga and berchmans during the symposium about peace-and-more-peace-and-even-more-peace and saying that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;malapit nang maghari ang komunismo sa bansang ito&lt;br /&gt;e. someone&lt;/em&gt; who's really perfect entering the seminary and closing all doors of hope for... well, possible happiness. or something. it's okay to be a priest, but i do hope that nice gentlemen would just leave all the priest work to the &lt;em&gt;lagos&lt;/em&gt; so that for once we'd have reason to look up to them. win-win situation. but on second thought, oh yeah he'll make a good priest. good luck, &lt;em&gt;you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;f. marcus suddenly being &lt;em&gt;bisdak&lt;/em&gt; and saying things like, "ahh, yung yamashita &lt;em&gt;tray-shur". &lt;/em&gt;i mean, what the hell marx???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;g. the saleslady in &lt;em&gt;options &lt;/em&gt;(ya, that one in gmall) having nothing else to do but nag me to buy this awesome top (it's black, &lt;em&gt;maganda talaga&lt;/em&gt;) even after the repeated NO THANKS that comes out of my close-to-cursing mouth. &lt;em&gt;maganda sya, pero kasal nga ang pupuntahan ko eh tas magsusuot ako ng black! gaga! &lt;/em&gt;there. but i still ended up buying from her though, but it's a brown/flesh/khaki blouse that's quite &lt;em&gt;uso&lt;/em&gt; these days. (what do you call it anyway? &lt;em&gt;ung air-y gud)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;h. the country being like this and like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;i. the president being like this and like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;j. out vice-president being noli de castro (&lt;em&gt;what what what what what have you been doing lately?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;k. people claiming to be catholics, but not exactly acting like catholics. oh the horror, pare. i dunno, but hypocrites just bore the hell out of me. hahayyy, poor filipinos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;l. aids still killing millions of lives... tsktsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;jeez, i just realized that i could make a looong list for this. a-z isn't even enough, pare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;so what's really wrong with the world? i guess people like me just sitting here and yapping about things rather than actually doing something about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;and you're a big problem to the world, too. so stop staring at your reflection on the monitor, jackhole, and go give out some of your old dolls to poor ol' &lt;a href="http://arc.convio.net/site/PageServer?pagename=ntld_main"&gt;mr. cosby&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-112582264154420631?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/112582264154420631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/112582264154420631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2005/09/birthday-parties.html' title='birthday parties'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-112091381228714002</id><published>2005-07-09T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T05:58:34.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>letters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = family /&gt;&lt;family:trebuchet&gt;mga liham mula sa isang pusong naghihinakit para sa mga taong nariyan... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;excuse the title. although i'm completely aware that a lot of people are going out in the streets and yapping about their damned lives these days, i'll just keep mine as temperate as i can. i am not taking sides, so don't shoot me. and yes, after making this post i'll start living by the words of sir dencio: we're given one mouth to talk less and two ears to listen more. yes, this'll be my only rant about the things happening in this country. pagbigyan niyo nalang ako. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;to my ninong, cong. nogie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dear ninong nogie, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i figured that since you've been hanging outa lot with my dad lately, wouldn't this be the perfect time to actually send me a present? ü the type that ninongs give to their godchildren every Christmas? huh??? if not, then i wouldn't vote for you nalang... and if you choose not to run, then i'll have to figure something out just to get back at you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;to susan r, a good actress indeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dear mrs. fernando poe, jr,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;your speech was great. maybe it'll win an urian or some other award. if anything, it did make the situation even spicier. oohlahlah. but i honestly think you're nice, and i'll always find you pretty.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;to the president herself (i write this without forgetting about the good things she did for the country...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dear tita glo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for someone who graduated from harvard and mingled with other so-called righteous people there, you sure can be an ass sometimes. and if you think that i don't get annoyed whenever i hear my dad's phone go, "hello, hello hello garci?" then you're wrong. your voice makes a bad ringtone. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;to the vice president whom i don't like to call kabayan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;dear mr. mgb,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;you make a good newscaster. but my father speaks better english than you haha! seriously, i don't want you to be the president. i really don't. sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;to bayan muna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;dear bayan muna people, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i appreciate your expression of... of whatever it is that you think you have to express out on the streets. but try putting packaging tapes on your mouths every once in a while, it's very therapeutic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;to cong. francis escudero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dear sir,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you wanna strengthen your stand, sing NOYPI with matching epileptic moves (i love you bamboo!!!!). jeez, is it just me, or do you really have that close resemblance to bamboo manalac? weird.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;to the other people involved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dear others,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wag na nga kayong maghugas pa ng mga kamay ninyo. tsk tsk, what a shame. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;to my fellow pinoys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;dear ka-nation,&lt;br /&gt;whatever happens, however this will turn out, i hope that we'll finally learn the value of learning from our mistakes. if we won't, it's okay; i'm sure we will all still rest in peace despite our early deaths. tsktsk, poor ninoy aquino.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and yep, that's done. if ever i change my mind about whatever i wrote in here (i'm pretty sure there'll be a lot of changes, i promised myself to keep an open mind about these things), there won't be another post about it. i'll simply shut my mouth, it'll be less complicated that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-112091381228714002?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/112091381228714002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/112091381228714002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2005/07/letters.html' title='letters'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-112022634658286490</id><published>2005-07-01T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T06:59:06.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy bertday eli!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;not so smart of me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i feel so stupid. anyway, this morning at breakfast...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;me: ma, ano ba ang date today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;mama: july 1 na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;me: hala, greet ko pala sila marcus ng happy april fool's day ngayon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;mama: ha? JULY 1 ang date today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;me: kaya nga, diba ang april fool's day sa 1 man? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;mama: ano?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;me: ang april fool's day celebrated sa &lt;em&gt;first&lt;/em&gt; day ng&lt;br /&gt;july ba!&lt;br /&gt;tsk. hmm, ay di pala...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;crap, and i call myself an atenean??? tsktsk, shame on me... effect of sleeping too late i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;science projex for klutzy people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i'm not exactly a fan of doing research papers and stuff. doing the experiment is something that i find interesting, but having to put it all in scientific-na-parang-gago words is just something that i'd rather not do. plus the thought that you have to spend nights and nights of just trying to come up with a research paper that's worth being graded with at least a B+ will just end up being edited by the science coordinator with her punit-pangit-na-paragraph-staple-sa-bagong-papel method. or worse, your paper could be rejected and ayun. labay na sa tambakan ng mga rejects. tsktsk. oh well, those are not the only bad parts. coming up with a research topic or title is probably the hardest thing to do! i mean, what's there that has not yet been invented? or studied? jeez, and when you do come up with a title, there's still that chance of having to do it again simply because the science coordinator does not agree with it or something. it's not too appealing for her scientific, froggy, oozing-with- sadistic-vibes persona. hahayyy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;okay, so we still don't have a title for our research. that sucks because the deadline was supposedly today, but i dunno. we just couldn't think of anything! wha! so i did a little search on the net for something that might trigger my mind to be more of a nerd, even for just a split second, and come up with something brilliant to be a title for our last research in high school. here are a few things i came up with...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ayabas Leaves as a Cure for AIDS --&gt; haaay, i wish. if we could prove that, then we're like supernerds now! come to think of it, our neighbor has a bayabas tree and i can like steal some fruits for our experiment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#999999;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Sprite as an Alternative Habitat for Our Marine Friends --&gt; come to think of it, we actually planned to pass this title when we were still in 2nd yr. but then, by some twisted fate,we were led into the world of lichens instead! but it still would be really interesting to see gold fishieeees swimming in sprite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Onionskin-like Paper made from Human Flesh --&gt; uhhh... i am starting to scare myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Santan Flowers turned Joy Ultra Antibac--&gt; when i was a kid, my playmates would pound the pretty little santan flowers and then they'll put it in water. they'll stir the suspension produced, and then after some time, imaginary bubbles come out at the sides. and then they'll blow on it and stuff. it never worked, but we never know. at this day, with all technology and stuff, santan turned into a dishwashing liquid might work... or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#999999;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt; Water-Bomb-Plants as an Alternative for Atomic Bombs --&gt; strangely though, what makes it pop? can we manipulate the potential energy of the plant to be a whole lot greater than it is and then come up with atomic bombs that can camouflage as plants that'll suddenly go kaboom when the bad guys show up in a forest-held war? yeah, i don't think so too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Firefly's Butt as an Alternative for Light Bulbs --&gt; with this, we wouldn't have to get bug zappers because the fireflies wouldn't have to go near the lightbulbs because they themselves are the lightbulbs! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;oh dear, these are the only smart things i could think of! seriously though, i really don't have any idea at all about our research. tsk. oh well, i'll keep looking for some inspi. damn, how did einstein think of those stuff that he invented? tsk, smart-ass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-112022634658286490?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/112022634658286490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/112022634658286490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-bertday-eli.html' title='happy bertday eli!'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-111997468577494535</id><published>2005-06-28T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T17:22:52.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>death and more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;somehow i'm not quite a kid anymore...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;errr&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;while everyone else is practically busy filling out their application forms and thinking about what other smart-ass things they may add to the list of their oh-this-flatters-me-a-lot achievements, i'm actually just being my usual deviant self. for the past few days now, i have been thinking about how unprepared i am for college and how much i don't want to leave the halls of ateneo high school just yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i didn't apply for UP, although i am fully aware that it is probably the best school in the country. i didn't apply simply because i never had any plans to go to UP. i have nothing against the school or the people studying there, i just don't wanna go there for college. it's not for me. well, i thought that this would leave me at peace, but oh heck the questions and reactions of people who knew that i didn't apply have been bugging me for about three weeks now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;person: hey, nakumpleto mo na ba yung application form mo? ilan ang blahblah ng parents mo, anong nilagay mo sa blahblahblah...&lt;br /&gt;me: huh?&lt;br /&gt;person: ung sa UP gud. na-pass mo na noh?&lt;br /&gt;me: err, i don't intend to pass anything... uhmm...&lt;br /&gt;person: ha? ikaw? baket? blahblahblahblahblahblah... UP man yan! blahblahblah...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;leche, shut up. for those who asked me why i wasn't applying for the great UP, i seriously told them that it was never an option for me. for others who &lt;em&gt;kept&lt;/em&gt; on asking me about what to put in the application forms and having to hear me say (for the nth time) that i didn't apply, i simply told them that i didn't want to wake up early and go all the way to mintal to take the entrance test. some people actually believed that because their reaction was a serious "aahhh" instead of "ahhh..hihihi..." so if you're one of the people who actually bought that reason, forget about even going to UP. ang tanga mo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the only thing that's certain in this world is... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;so anyway, i've been talking to a lot of &lt;em&gt;older &lt;/em&gt;people lately. hearing them say that going to this particular school would guarantee me of a job right after you graduate from college was like having to sit in front of a penguin and listen to the &lt;em&gt;clapclap&lt;/em&gt; sound it makes with its hands/wings/whateveryoucallit. at this point in time, i seriously don't know which path to take. although i do have vague images of what i want to be, it still scares me! langhiya. even if i do have the passion for doing it, maybe even the skill, heck i just don't understand why i still can't make up my mind about it! :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;if there's something that i got from this crap of an experience, it's just this (and it does not, in any way, give me a hint on what i wanna do with my life after i get out of high school): &lt;em&gt;the only thing that's certain in the world is death.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;actually, there are two things. death and taxes, as told by joe black. but i don't care about taxes just yet. i'll go with death for now. and because i am so damn sure that death will come upon me someday, why don't i make an application form or a document or whatever of how i want my death and my funeral to be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff4e00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the death of kamille comilang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;how i'm going to die is something that i'd rather not talk about here. i have my preferences, but i believe that i'm not one to decide. i'll leave that to Him. but if anything, i hope i'm wearing something nice and that my hair's not &lt;em&gt;magulo&lt;/em&gt;. and i wish that i have my guitar by my side when i go. the time or place of my death? i don't care. He'll figure something out. ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff4e00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the wake of kamille comilang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff4e00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i want my casket to be plain and simple. brown.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff4e00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;my friends and family will not cry in my wake. they'll do it in the bathroom or somewhere else, never in front of my casket. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff4e00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;my friends and family will not talk about my achievements or skills. they will just talk about my &lt;em&gt;kalogness&lt;/em&gt;, impatience... the good times that we had. i want them to have real, good memories about me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff4e00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the music playing should be that of john mayer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff4e00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;my guitar will be placed below my casket. no one will play or even touch it. amorsolo is mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff4e00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;when people leave, i want them to give my mom a hug as they say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff4e00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;again, no crying on my wake. i won't be able to cry with you. smile &lt;em&gt;nalang&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff4e00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the funeral of kamille comilang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;during the mass, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i want the priest to be someone i know, like father paolo santos. and i want the psalmist to be francelle. i want ishee and karla to read. krishna and ice to offer. i want kat to be the commentator. i don't want a choir, the singers intimidate me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i want my grave to be next to my sister's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i want the women to a babypink or white dress; the men, a white polo and khaki pants (i'll haunt someone who'll wear the addu uniform!). their own choice of footwear ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i want fresh, pink-purple-lightblue flowers just lying around. i don't want those big &lt;em&gt;pampatay talaga na&lt;/em&gt; flower arrangements. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;the song &lt;em&gt;hindi kita malilimutan&lt;/em&gt; will not be played! ever! play visions of a sunset and my fave songs instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i want bargot&amp;amp;nobody to do my eulogy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i want my relatives to be the first to say their last farewells to me (uh to my casket?), and then my friends, and my parents and my brother would go last. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when people leave, i want them to hug my mom and my dad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i want a simple gathering of my closest relatives and my closest friends, so my parents will take them to our house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i want p***** to stay around my grave for a while. that way, he'll be the last to leave, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;hopefully, this crap that i'm going through right now will only last for a short while. well, i believe it will. somehow i'll figure things out, and then i wouldn't be too bitter about college or about leaving high school. maybe i wouldn't even be an act of leaving, in a way. sometime in the near future, i'll publish another post that'll be the complete opposite of this post that i have now. i dunno, i guess i'll be looking forward to that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;but for now, i think i'll stay being bitter about the whole thing. somehow it makes me feel normal. don't even dare to change my mind about the whole thing. this will be good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-111997468577494535?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/111997468577494535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/111997468577494535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2005/06/death-and-more.html' title='death and more'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-111778394156276279</id><published>2005-06-03T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T00:32:21.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/chinchacopy.gif" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;come to her album launch ha??? she just unleashed her inner rockstar... well, actually, she did so the moment she stepped out of the salon. ü &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-111778394156276279?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/111778394156276279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/111778394156276279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2005/06/come-to-her-album-launch-ha-she-just.html' title=''/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-111746681043978127</id><published>2005-05-30T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T06:08:04.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chincha's party</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0060;"&gt;conversations by the pool with pare and da chix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;okay, my best gal pals already went to my house last night (brother's birthday party), so tonight was my time to check out their party. actually, just chincha's party. chincha's sister's party. so i met up with kat, ishee, france and even chincha in sm to buy her sister a present. yeah well, you get the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so anyway, the main reason why i went to that party was: seeing my best buddy cushcushü i haven't seen him for like 2 months na, but good thing we still text each other despite our busy (?) schedules. lolz. okay, it's great to have your gal pals around because you can talk to them about anything. but with a guy bud around, things being talked about by a group of girls suddenly becomes much more amusing. no matter how babaw they may be, topics like the latest television sitcom to more serious &lt;em&gt;issues&lt;/em&gt; like the latest break-up of a friend with a loser boyfriendü, i guess you never get tired of talking about them again and again and again because there's always something new to learn, something new to laugh at, something new to be thankful for. so here goes another list of what i discovered... as taught by cushcush* and my gal pals... while we were intoxicated by the smell of chlorine (we stayed by the pool) and the yummy cream served on top of our dessert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's rather weird how...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;people can be immortal.&lt;/strong&gt; particularly cher and the rolling stones. they never run out of gimiks. and they still have with them the same talent, grace and impact that made them famous in the first place. they're so damn old, but heck cher still looks like she's... well, old but with her skin looking like it's preserved and all. cushcush* even commented that it looks a lot like rubber. except that it's white and rosy. gee, the things you can accomplish with money. hai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miggy is already happy with just being wet while the other kids aren't even contented with being able to complete a whole lap in the big pool. &lt;/strong&gt;miggy is so damn cute. when he arrived at the party, you could see his lust for the pool water. when the other kids came, they all went for the middle of the pool. oh, but not miggy. he just stayed by the steps of the pool, &lt;em&gt;swam &lt;/em&gt;there-- completely equipped with his cool goggles. come to think of it, compared to the other kids who were making &lt;em&gt;karir&lt;/em&gt; their swimming (lolz, bad structure), it seemed to me that he was having more fun just sitting there and lying around, getting tingled by water touching his neck. what a cutie. ü &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the japanese tunnel is still... a tunnel. &lt;/strong&gt;a tunnel that now has lights of different colors inside it (blue, red, orange, yellow, green... you name it, the tunnel has it). although the resort tried to preserve it, it only covers a small portion of the 200-meter tunnel. i wonder what the other parts look like, and what's in the end of it. a tree, a plant, a house, a factory, more mud, chris limen , what? i dunno, i don't wanna know. it's just weird how it's still alive after all these years of putting up with the war and rebuilding new bonds between nations and now going solo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;people still fight over who's better, christina or britney? &lt;/strong&gt;even i am guilty of this one. i mean, who cares &lt;em&gt;diba&lt;/em&gt;? christina's now a bitch, britney's now a married bitch. they're both talented in different ways, both beeyootipul in different ways, both graceful, both famous for being sweeties-turned-bitchies. jeez, i guess the catfight it over between the two of them. i mean, there are new dumb singers who we can compare, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seemingly smart girls are like crazy looking for a boyfriend, and then they fight off other girls who are just like them but who actually have &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; boyfriends. &lt;/strong&gt;lolz, you guys be the judge. this is something i'd rather not substantiate. it's so damn complicated, even with the combined heads of our group kanina. puzzle. definitely a puzzle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the melon-ish fruits don't seem to have any difference in their tastes. &lt;/strong&gt;or they don't seem to have tastes at all. watermelon tastes like water (and water tastes like... nothing), cush claimed melon tastes like watermelon (again, like water like nothing), and that other fruit that starts with a C (i forgot eh) and we all claimed that it tastes like melon since it's like melon (melon tastes like watermelon that tastes like water that tastes nothing at all!). even if you put cream, it still is water with cream. so better eat the cream alone, why fuss over having to remove the seeds in your mouth? just ditch the fruits-na-walang-lasa and lamon the cream. that's how it's done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you (you and ur friends) never run out of things to talk about.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;no matter how great or how little you guys have in common, there's always something to talk about that concerns everyone. topics that tug your heart and echo on even as you go home to your bed or even as you go out the halls of your school on graduation day. the air of comfort, respect, fun and connection is always there even if you haven't seen or talked to each other for a long time. weird. but it's amazing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i arrived home at 8:30, busog from the food and from the kuwentos i shared and heard from our talk. get-together of the crowd. i had fun, i guess i'll do that again. soonü. funny that i planned my activities for the whole week, every day is actually booked with doing something with the girls. but sometime next week, we'll get together again with cushcushü mr. and mrs. smith -- that's a date. (duh, we girls get brad pitt and he gets angelina. eh di fair.) ü &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-111746681043978127?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/111746681043978127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/111746681043978127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2005/05/chinchas-party.html' title='chincha&apos;s party'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-111725159785606692</id><published>2005-05-28T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T06:30:05.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>learnings again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;the wonderful world of ateneo de manila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so... lemme start by saying that it's good to be back homeü i miss davao, but then again now that i'm right here, i miss manila! i'm not exactly in a writing mood today, but i'll still write about the wonderful time i had during the ajss (or rather, during my date with john mayer haha!). okay, the ateneo junior summer seminar is just this silly brainwashing technique used by admu to lull the smart-ass kids from different schools all over the country to come into their school for college. yupz, 72 kids from 44 different schools went through an experience called "the college life in ateneo" for 5 weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;since i'm not exactly in a writing mood today, i'll do this by the usual bullet-from trick that i have yet to master...ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;ajss 38... proud to beü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the campus --&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;jeez, the campus is soooooo green. everywhere you go, there'll always be tree ready to give shade as you walk around from the &lt;em&gt;kostka hall &lt;/em&gt;to the caf then to the &lt;em&gt;sec building&lt;/em&gt; and back home to the &lt;em&gt;dorms. &lt;/em&gt;the campus is cool, quite different from the ateneo that we have here in davao heeheeeü ahh basta, the campus is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;math class --&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;the teacher is math is pretty good (queena lee chua). she's so nice, plus she teaches well... although it's quite fast, but then that's quite expected because we're, after all, college students for the summer. although i don't have good memories about my grades in the exams (heeheeeheeeee), i'd say it's still the best math class i've had. the interaction is good (other students are really quick), the questions are really thinky-thinky, basta ang galing! tsktsk, i learned a looooot of stuff that could have helped me if only i were back in third year high school. hmmph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sir waxx --&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the ajss wouldn't be complete without sir waxx... our tatay throughout the seminar. he is sooo nice, plus he's really funny and kalog. grabe, talagang siya ung backbone ng experience na to. plus, he gives us our allowance every week (although minsan late na niya binibigay ü), so we really couldn't imagine how to survive without himü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the batch --&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;as i said, we're all 72 nerds that came from 44 different schools off to share the 5 weeks of summer together in a classroom &lt;em&gt;studying &lt;/em&gt;as college students would. or so some people claimü. at the beginning of this seminar, when we had our orientation at escaler hall, i could see that everyone was quite regretting na sumali pa sa ajss. just imagine that it's summer, and still we have to get up early in the morning and have academic classes 5 days a week, and then going home to having lots of homework and papers and hand-outs. nah, it's not that bad really. but yep we went through thatü so the first week of ajss was hell for everyone. but then as the time passed, we all got to bond and find &lt;em&gt;ourselves&lt;/em&gt; in the company of our fellow nerdsü we can all relate with one another kasi nga we're nerds... nerds of the same feather flock together. so the 2nd, 3rd and 4th week were all fun and games, despite the exams and the papers that we had to finish. now, the 5th week was quite different. we had play practices, math exams to worry about, and the ajss night coming up (gosh, what am i gonna wear??? not!). it was quite clear to everyone that the ajss was gonna end soon. so soon. graduation practices came up shortly after the play (duh), and yep we already shed tears even if may 3 days pa kami together. blame it on the kanlungan song! grrr, so emotional. so in the end, i could say that our batch was pretty tight. although hindi naman talaga close ang lahat, pero we share that bond pa rin. astig kami ehü we're one family, kaya sa last hour ng graduation, almost everyone cried as we said our goodbyes. tsktsk. we still keep in touch these days, and i hope we always will. haaaayyy... i love you guys! i hope to see you soon!ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the PE class with sir jc --&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;every friday, we cut down our science classes to have group dynamics and PE! in pe class, we were assigned to different teams that later on would compete against one another in agawan-buko, cheering, basketball and volleyball. i remember how my team (the hotdogs! yeah!!!), when we first got together, was saying "talo na tayo nito, anong laban natin sa kanila?" and "let's name our team talunan or team 6 or the mighty meaties..." yup, we certainly didn't have the winner-go-eagle spirit in us. but in the end, to our surprise... we won first place in the cheering competition (with the HOTDOG spelling cheer that goes: H-we're hairy, O-we're o-some, T-titanic! DOGS we're dogs! tsktsk, ang labo talaga ng cheer namin pero hehe astig nga kasi we won first place! tas nagbreakdance pa sila nikko, with kim and lemy providing the back-up. hehe, nice! go hotdogs!), 2nd place in the agawan-buko contest (hay, damn that buko. the &lt;em&gt;teachers&lt;/em&gt; actually poured baby oil para raw madulas at mas fun. what the?), no place in the volleyball games, but 1st place in the basketball games (yey pearl!!!)! ang galing namin, noh? ü so we had our prize at the end, a grocery bag full of goodies. hehe, go hotdogs!&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;*kim, lemy, ice, cybill, pearl, mark, nikko, anne... ingatz kayo! thanks for the fun and the friendship!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the graduation --&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;the graduation (may 21) was all sadness, happiness, laughter, tears, keep-in-touch dialogues... we had tons of surprises (like derrick's singing voice, our pictures in the ohp as we were being called, etc...) and tons of pictures. i won't talk about na, kasi grabe it's sooooooooooooooo great eh. di kaya ng words lang. but that was when we realized that somehow, the BRAINWASHING actually worked, and that if things go as planned, we're gonna see one another again in collegeü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cervini and eliazo --&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;otherwise known as the boys' and the girls' dorms, respectively. i don't think i'll be able to survive the ajss without the dormers! they are like my family. i guess we formed the closest and the strongest bond in the seminar because we practically live with one another. imagine having to see the same people na kasama mo lang matulog then the next day katabi mo lang sa classroom diba? okay, the first time i met my roomies, grabe, ang bilis ng connection namin! then we practically formed our family, and then ayun na we're like sisters na talaga. then we got closer to the guys at cervini, so they added up to our family. then we would go out during weekends, have mass together and then go out to katipunan afterwards, do the washingwashine thingee in the pool (haaay, the best!), eat breakfast-lunch-dinner together, then forming DAKBINK na in the end became DAKI na lang heehee! haaay! the best talaga ang dormers heeeheeeü I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;there are still tons of things that i can add to this list, but heck i'm so sleepy. i'm tired, di pa nabawi ung kulang na tulog ko from my flight. jeeez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so there, the brainwashing was effective... i dunno, i wanna go to admu. pero we'll just see kung ano baü ajss changed my life forever. the experiences, the memories, the laughter, the tears, the teachers, the friends, the family... hay. iba na talaga!ü the best kayo, guys! i miss you and i love you... forever!ü now i can say that i'm proud to be a nerd... but not just any nerd, a nerd that's part of the 38th ajss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-111725159785606692?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/111725159785606692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/111725159785606692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2005/05/learnings-again.html' title='learnings again...'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-111304581912037633</id><published>2005-04-09T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T06:31:13.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;awat na muna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/3903/50/johnny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/3903/400/johnny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in just a couple of hours, i'll be leaving davao. i promise i'll post photos when i have the chance... i mean, i AM gonna share with you my date with john mayerü &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;***happy birthday to my mom (on the 13th), i love you very very very much! happy 19th bday to dindo, thank you very very very very much (hahahaha)! happy birthday to danica (on the 28th), i love you very very very very much and i hope to see you soon! happy sweet sixteen to kalai (on the 18th), i love you very very very very very much! happy birthday to neil, ingatz bai same lang tayo ng birthday greet mo rin ako!!! happy birthday to nadine and nico for they will be celebrating their birthdays in the month of may. happy birthday to jomz!***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-111304581912037633?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/111304581912037633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/111304581912037633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2005/04/on-vacation.html' title='on vacation'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-111266793804304499</id><published>2005-04-04T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T06:37:34.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just ranting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0066;"&gt;kumo kumi nyoknyoknyok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*leche, saan ok ba nakuha yang expression na yan?!* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaak, i'm gonna abuse the little time that i have left for blogging before i finally fly off to never-never land. the things on this entry will just be like a list of my random thoughts. in paragraphs or fragments or whatever else there is to know about writing stuff that tries to make a lil sense. see, i'm just blabbing. bwahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, first, i would just like to say that i looove the rich herrera's commercial. hahahah! i was watching queer eye for the straight guy last night in etc, and then rich's commercial was one of the ads there (after the mane and tail commercial na paulit-ulit tsktsk). yey! i am not a fan of rich, yuck ang baduy kaya kung ganoon. bweh! but i guess i just think that among the models that we have here in the country, he is the most guapo. lolz. and pati si brent javier in his role as lee heeheehee. okay, so rich is sooo... ooz&lt;em&gt;ing with male aura&lt;/em&gt;.... waaahhh sino nga ang maysabi noon???ü hi prancel! pwehehehe. okay, so i saw that ad again. that was last night. so it just kinda stayed in my head until i finally got sleepy. tas ching! you know how you end up dreaming about something that just struck your head without any reason naman talaga?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, i dreamt about amanda griffin, rich herrera and some other male model that i do not know. tas the setting was in ateneo pa, sa admin building. whaaat??? promise, i'm not kidding. but i can't remember what happened, though. basta there was this modelling contest held in the quad, and they ayun tambay ako with the three of them. pero kami lang ni amanda griffin ang nag-uusap. ayun lang. tas i really can't remember what happened next kasi i believe that i had another dream in a completely place with completely different people. hayyyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yun ang, share ko lang. i just wanted to get my hands on typing, i think i'm getting better and faster at it. yey! shucks, so geeky. anyway, i'll post a decent pic of me with my bangs *request ni chincha ü* later. i don't know when, basta later. okies??? ayt! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-111266793804304499?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/111266793804304499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/111266793804304499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2005/04/just-ranting.html' title='just ranting'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-111245336545407491</id><published>2005-04-02T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T06:39:43.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kuya has to find a job&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;eeek, i think my kuya has to review first for the board exams before he finds a job. anyway, this morning i got to spend an &lt;em&gt;awesome&lt;/em&gt; day at the ateneo sports complex from 7:00 to 11:30 AM. after 17 years of going to school, yep my brother has finally graduated. weee, and he's a cum laude, by the wayü &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pero he was so kawawa because he didn't get to march with dad. i mean, despite our (my parents and i) effort to actually wake up at 5:30 in the morning and then kiss ass just to find some parking space, we still didn't make it on time. so my poor brother had to march with one of his teachers. jeez, i'm sure my kuya didn't waste 17 years of going to school just to march off with someone who actually made life difficult for him because of the constant tests and nagging. he didn't want to march with a teacher, he wanted to march with his father. his father who truly worked hard at work and at home just so he could march with his son when graduation comes along. tsktsk, never again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so since i'm not a parent, attending my kuya's graduation was really a drag. i mean, i had to listen to the names of 6oo+ graduates before it was finally my bro's turn to come up on stage. and when he was already on stage, it lasted for only about 2 seconds. and then it's done. i'll again have to sit back and hear another batch of the 600+ graduates. boring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so weehee, while slouching in my seat (sa 2nd floor ng sports complex para makita lahat) i actually came up with pretty neat stuff that would somehow spice things up during that boooring graduation ceremony. they're really stupid, but heck i was desperate!!! so here goes, another of my bulleted posts that i haven't really done in a long time now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;things to do in ur bro's boring graduation...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;a.) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Play Puzzle Bobble&lt;/span&gt; --&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;this is only applicable for people who actually have this game installed in their cellphones. luckily, i do have this so i sacked my brains and my fingers just to beat my highscore. sadly, sometimes when you play &lt;em&gt;only &lt;/em&gt;to beat the high score, you'll end up being a sucker and you'll never get to beat it. i dunno, pero when i play just for the heck of it, i beat the high score easily. weird. and i also noticed that when i'm already about to lose (meaning the bubbles are already like right above the dragon-thingee-character), i'll say "sige, last hit na to. game over na later," pero somehow some color (of the bubble) comes up that totally breaks the whole stack and then i'm back to just having 2 rows. i don't know. maybe i'm just really good. haha! ü joke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;b.) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Yellow Discrimination&lt;/span&gt; --&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;playing PB actually gets boring because you realize that you really can't beat the high score. so then i guess you could settle for playing another game: the yellow discri game. it doesn't have to do with chinese people (ahem, cynthia! ü). when i say yellow, i mean the color of the chairs prepared for the graduates and their parents. i had the perfect view of the ground floor of the complex, so i can easily spot the yellow chair(s) in the endless array of the perfect white plastic chairs. i only saw like 3 or 4. and i somewhat have this stupid idea that when a person sits in a different-colored chair, that person is said to be a loser. just for that moment. &lt;em&gt;kasi iba ang kulay ng chair niya eh.&lt;/em&gt; jeez, i really don't know where that idea came from. &lt;strong&gt;*ishee, bakit kung uupo tayo sa yellow chair during mass, parang nakakahiya???* &lt;/strong&gt;why??? i don't know what the yellow chair bothers me so much. i am so weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;c.)&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;Magic Poopoo&lt;/span&gt; --&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it's every atenean's nightmare: being a victim to the sports-complex-residing pigeon that blasts off its poopoo when you least expect it to. now, for those people who think that the pigeons in ateneo are peace-loving dodo birds, it's a hard way to learn why it is a nightmare for the typical atenean. it's magic poopoo, who would want that? so the perfect time to witness the release of the magic poopoo is during the speech of the suma cum laude. why? simply because the graduates and the parents are just so in tune with the suma cum laude, and they're in deep admiration for his excellence. the atmosphere becomes so solemn. but then stupid fat birds don't have the biggest brains in the world to somehow analyze the whole situation, so without (or even with) warning, their magic poopoo goes off their birdy butts (eew, i can't believe i'm writing about this). so there you go, it's quite funny to watch hehehe. kasi i also fell victim to that before, kaya it feels sooo good to watch someone experience that icky feeling too. hehe, well, not really. ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;d.) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Spot the Wafu&lt;/span&gt; --&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;if you're a guy, then spot the wafa! this is really simple. but i guess it varies with the person's type. so again, i have the perfect view of doing this because adjacent to where i stayed this morning was where the graduates march off to go back to their seats after being recognized on stage. lots of good-looking guys out there. pero, huhumm. not a good thing to do when i'm alone, i mean i need at least 1 girlfriend to gush my thoughts about the cute guys (and some girls, pero i won't put it that way). ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;e.) &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look at&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Me!&lt;/span&gt; --&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; now this is definitely a game for the &lt;em&gt;walang magawa sa buhay&lt;/em&gt; or the KSP's. this game is quite simple. first, find someone that you can stare at for a long time (it depends, time is relative here). and then go on staring at the person. and i guess it's really natural for that person to feel that someone's staring at him/her, so that person will have to glance your way just to check if you're really staring. and when you gain that eye-to-eye contact already, pretend that you're looking at something else. so that's it. to make it more interesting, i somehow timed a person's ability to look back at someone who's staring at him/her. others only took like 5 seconds, others 45, and there were a few who didn't quite &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; my stare. oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;jeez, now that i've come up with this list, i just magnified (10x) i bored i really was this morning. jeez, sleepy and bored and hungry. how cruel for a saturday morning. tsktsk. pero ok lang, my brother was one of the graduates anyway. it wasn't too bad. ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am starting to become a geek &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;eeek, i hate it. well, only the geek part. but not the whole sitting in front of my computer and racking my brains for designs in adobe photoshop, and wishing the computer to take in my invented html tags. that was fun. haha. see? geekness! so i finished doing the lay-out of kalai's blog today. it's not my best work (at html), but it might be my best (as of nowü) for adobe photoshop... considering that i only have to experiment with the different tools that are actually in it, and not using anything that i downloaded from the net. so there. go check it out. ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ücongrats to the graduatesü&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lalo na kina dino and his friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-111245336545407491?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/111245336545407491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/111245336545407491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2005/04/graduation.html' title='graduation'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-111232859795254999</id><published>2005-03-31T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T20:19:59.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>geekyness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;geek!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/3903/400/headernikarla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;kalai, ok na ba to? sad to say na sa four colors na fave mow, 3 lang ang kaya kong ipasok. i really can't fit the color gold among the 3 other darrrk colors. ü and then i just added that darrrk pink for contrast nyeheheheheü this will be ur header. ok? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-111232859795254999?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/111232859795254999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/111232859795254999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2005/03/geekyness.html' title='geekyness'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-111208791674590200</id><published>2005-03-29T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T01:35:18.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/400/forseminar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this i did for the adobe photoshop session (shield seminar) this morning.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-111208791674590200?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/111208791674590200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/111208791674590200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-i-did-for-adobe-photoshop-session.html' title=''/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-111103972842611676</id><published>2005-03-16T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T06:41:38.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ira cruz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm in lah-lah love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;it's a rather strange feeling. but i guess it's what makes us human beings turn into something much more ethereal. it's an annoying stimulus, maybe because it makes us do or say silly things that may make us alaskado by our friends. but somehow it's the sweetest state to be in. we feel that we are untouchable. but actually, it puts in a state wherein we're very vulnerable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;being in love, i figured, is something much more than what's written in best-selling romance novels. it's much more than the bittersweet ballads of boyz II men. it's much more than what we hear in television or from our friends' mouths. being in love is a complicated state, but it's one of the simplest things in which our world is built into. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it is not caring about what other people might think, because you just don't give a damn. being in love means being happy with being thought foolish or stupid. your persistence takes the best of you, and your faith into something so sweet and promising is unwavering. again, it's a strange feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it's strange how even the most gruesome, anti-social, underground person in the planet can be made to surrender all because of the yearning to love. and to be loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being in love is just like being in a gig on a carnival season. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; feeling makes a person risk her own life, due to frequent bombings especially this season, just to see &lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;boy again. ü that pure yearning makes a person stay in the same room with other people who seem to be quite different from who and how she is. even as the mercury rises in that room as it entertains more people, it doesn't matter. the yearning is just too strong to be affected by the lack of a fan or the &lt;em&gt;aircon &lt;/em&gt;capacity. not to mention the sickening air that surrounds everyone in that room because other people still find it helpful to smoke. the smoke hurts the nose and the head, yet it doesn't exactly hit the heart just yet. at least, not in the way that love has hit it. hazy and dizzy, it doesn't matter still. mainstream music fills the room, and no matter how &lt;em&gt;handsome&lt;/em&gt; the voice of the lead singer may be, all of these don't pass to being stimuli to the girl's senses. more so to her brain. hours may pass rather slowly, everything is a blur. but no, something invisible is just so strong to give up. the crowd gathers around the stage, more people enter the venue. the air is filled with smoke, impatience, fun, worry about the bombings, but oh heck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;thankfully, &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; arrive! he's finally there, right in front of everyone. from a distance the girl is already satisfied with what she sees and hears. but the crowd teases her, and so do her friends. so they leave their comfortable seats in exchange for a spot in the middle of the wild crowd. and heck, the girl almost falls when she tries to make it in the little way to the dancefloor. &lt;em&gt;dyahe&lt;/em&gt;, but NR about that either. it is like hell, walking and ducking and skipping and trying to make it in the crowd. it is hell. and then finally, they find a spot somewhere in the middle. a place that gives a closer look at &lt;em&gt;him. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;it was worth all the trouble, after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;being in the middle of the huge crowd is scary. getting hit by someone's body was common. sweat, even. ick. but right there in the middle, close enough to the boy and everyone else, is the best place to be in. the moment, too. because in that little domain, with a slow-rock song playing in the background, the girl is able to confirm that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;she is in love with ira cruz. ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;and so are a thousand other girls. jeez. ahihi. ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-111103972842611676?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/111103972842611676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/111103972842611676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2005/03/ira-cruz.html' title='ira cruz'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-111094096210780610</id><published>2005-03-16T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T06:43:52.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>googlism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;okay, check &lt;a href="http://www.googlism.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; out. basically, you just have to type your name and then googlism (that's what &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; is all about) wuld give the list of what google thinks about you. okay, it's kinda vague with the way i put it. but just check it out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;when i did mine, these are some of the things that came out:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kamille is a girl's name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kamille is a good person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kamille is one of those singers only found in rare air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kamille is available in three different fragrances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kamille is especially mild and protects sensitive lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kamille is a very talented singer/songwriter who performs regularly with her sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kamille is getting her 2nd bone marrow transplant on 4/30 and will remain at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kamille is one of my favorite bellydancers because of the joy and light that she gives out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kamille is our lovely boxer dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kamille is a stunning full body sculpt ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;cool huh? go check it out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;***&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;happy araw ng dabaw!***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-111094096210780610?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/111094096210780610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/111094096210780610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2005/03/googlism.html' title='googlism'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-111085763322171575</id><published>2005-03-15T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T06:24:37.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>girls of summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the girls of summer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/3903/400/girls1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;in life, we meet people who, in every way, help us discover who we truly are. and they don't just stop at that. they make it a point that with the newly discovered ego of ours, we can develop it and reveal it proudly to the world. and even if we fall along the way, these people are always ready to back us up. we feel as if we are at the top of the world when we are with them, simply because they don't care about our flaws. they see through the idiots or the suckers that we are, and they never fail to acknowledge the beauty queen or the diva that lives inside us. we may say damn and somewhat-cursy things about boys, mothers, curfews, teachers, backstabbers yet they never condemn us for being so bitchy. they understand our PMS, our kasupladahan, our crazy moments, our selfish moments, our me-against-the-world moments, and our i'm-better-than-you moments. we feel secure when we are with these people. comfortable. we're lucky to have friends like them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but what happens when all of a sudden all the promises of a sacred friendship get blurry because circumstances in life don't exactly favor us being together? well, at least most of the time. separation can be harsh, especially if the bond is already so great that not even the most complicated decomposition reaction can break it apart. promises that go &lt;em&gt;i will call you &lt;/em&gt;or &lt;em&gt;i'll be here no matter what &lt;/em&gt;take over the past promises like &lt;em&gt;so i'll see you again tomorrow &lt;/em&gt;or &lt;em&gt;i'll be on the first row watching your show. &lt;/em&gt;the new promises don't even provide us with the security that we yearn for, simply because we've heard the lead actors say them on &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=MOVIES" target="_blank"&gt;movies&lt;/a&gt; too many times. and no, they always fail to keep such cheesy promises, even if the lines are being edited with the best background music whatsoever. yes, meeting new people and being away from the ones we've grown fond of are all part of life. a part of being a teenager, a part of being human for that matter. i believe in that, no question about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;yet no matter how many times i remind myself that not being together with your bestfriend or your sister-from-another-parent will result to a better friendship (and a better me), i guess the smileys on our text messages don't really meet up with the warm greetings that we used to shower one another, face to face. the frequent talks made possible by telephone wires are no match for the actual conversations that we have wherein we don't even have to elaborate because our facial expressions and gestures show what we mean. the occasional gatherings at nice restaurants are no match to the everyday stops at manong fishball before heading back home. it's a lonely feeling. i have many people around me, yet they're not exactly the type of people who can tolerate my brattyness. these people built me up too much, they put me under the category of cool-people-with-no-dramas-and-they-always-say-the-right-things-and-advices. fortunately, my bestfriends still see me as a real person. fortunately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;friends don't leave you without a reason. in fact, they never leave you. the distance (and time) that's between the two of you may be bloody great, but oh heck. it's not even half of how long your relationship goes. how far you've reached with your friend by your side. the phonecalls may be dry, yet it's not the medium through which you communicate. it's communicating. the sweet and sincere thought that you actually want yourself to be heard by your friend, and vice versa. seeing each other is probably the lamest reason for a start of a friendship. a real friendship. it is sad when a friend isn't there when you want him to be there. but i guess that's not the criteria. the important thing is being there when you &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;somehow, i feel stupid for thinking that i built my relationships just so i can have security. i guess it's the other way around. the people involved should provide security for the friendships and the bonds that they formed. so that no matter how tough situations may be, the distance would mean nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;these are the lessons that i learned rather gradually. i'm such a poor being if i failed to learn them. i guess they're part of Friendship 101 now... for a looong time even. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*i call these ladies the girls of summer, probably because it's only during the summer time when we get to really see each another and hang-out like old times. but the fact that we're friends and we're going strong doesn't exactly apply only to specific seasons or schedules. i guess that's the thing that will always be in my planner, rain or shine. the promises? it's already a truth, no longer an assumption for the insecure dweebs that we used to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i'm ready to surrender to the summer season... and for the other seasons that may come in our friendships. in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-111085763322171575?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/111085763322171575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/111085763322171575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2005/03/girls-of-summer.html' title='girls of summer'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-111044765486476259</id><published>2005-03-10T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T09:17:29.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>buddies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;a trip to planet mars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i love my barkada. yup! my crazy, smarty, kikay, maarte, kalog, maingay, magasto, sensible, caring, loving chicks are just really amazing. we could understand one another simply because we were born form the same hollywood hottie of a father, but we're from different mothers ü so we're like sistahs! nah, but the bottom line is: we all have very very very distinct personalities, but we can still relate to one another's kalokohan and self-expression. i'm lucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;now, i'm thankful for my girlfriends. but i am also thankful for my buddies who, even if they really don't understand the point of PMS and the use of the wings and the gel core of whisper nappies, they can understand (okay, maybe not understand, just more of relateü) the super high-tech gadget that is a teenage girl's mind. tsktsk. i salute these guys. i have quite a lot of guy acquaintances, but only a few could pass for being in the &lt;strong&gt;best buddy&lt;/strong&gt; category. i saw them grow up, transforming from being girl-haters back in gradeschool to the vain-wafu guys that they are now in highschool. again, since i suck at making paragraphs, i'll do the magic with the bulleted list. okay? just deal with it! ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*what i love about pare*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. he is so vain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;although some people still perceive vain guys as gays or just simply ass-faced pretty boys, i guess it's quite normal these days to find guys actually caring about how they look. no, not caring... more of wanting to look good, for the girls and for their fellow guys and for their own self-peace. i have a buddy who's very very very vain. he's not just the oh-shoot-you-stepped-on-my-white-shoes kind of vain, but he also passes for the shit-i-have-a-pimple-on-my-nose-call-the-derma kind of vain, and then he'll actually visit hte dermatologist. and then i also came across a male classmate who complained that he has a fat lip. and i found this rather funny: chris, the anti-social and anti-paguapo classmate and friend, actually grabbed a comb and a mirror when he heard that we were gonna go down for an assembly. so surprising, but just as endearingü at least they're trying to look good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;2. he is so cute when he talks about love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;this is really funny. you know what, 3 out of 5 guys (those that i'm close to) are actually in love. and they admit it, pero pabagu-bago ng isip! but anyway, my guy pal actually called me a couple of times just because he wants to share his happiness because nakausap niya ang crush niya. and then he'll claim that he's changed, that he's a different person now. and then guy pal number 2 actually gushes about someone who likes him, and then it's so cute when he tries to hide his kilig when i'm already saying weeeeeeeeeeeee all over the place. it's so cute when they try to say, "hindi man," in a way that's not really convincing when i ask them, "uuuuy, kilig ka dyan noh?" haaay, and then guy pal number 3 actually says the sweetest things about girls when he found himself a crush. ang cute! tsktsk. and that's not all. they do talk about love, and soulmates, and fate. i asked buddy number 1 about how weird it would be to only have one person out there meant for me. and he said, "you know what, somehow it isn't really that magical. if you can work things out with a good guy, then he could be the one. soulmates aren't about the fantasy, but more of the secure feeling that comes with it when you already find him or her. you just have to make it happen." he gave a long yet malaman speech about that, and yes it's quite mushy, but it makes sense! to end his mushy reply to my question, he just said, "that's it. ang corny noh? tsk." lol, speak for yourself, bro. ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. he has a big ego.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;i don't really know how guys could get away with saying that they're guapo, jokingly of course. whenever i get pissed off with this buddy, i'll try to hit his shoulder with the badminton racket (lightly, of course). he'll complain, but then he'll come up with one of his palusot. "ui, bakit mo ako tinamaan? ahhh alam ko na, may lamok kasi! hai kamille, caring ka talaga sa akin." asus, go flatter yourself. and then once i told my buddy number 2 that he shouldn't be absent, he said, "bakit man? kapuy school. ayyy ikaw ha, mamimiss mo ako noh? assssuuuuuus!" then sabay hug. sometimes i wonder, where do guys get such weird ideas? and it's also a wonder how it works. so weird. but i guess one shouldn't take it seriously though. that's how they are, i guess. ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. he knows how to comfort me when i'm pissed. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;i have my days when i cuss really hard, and then i'll tell my buddy about it. he doesn't complain with all the profanity that i blurt out, but he tries his best to calm me down. he says, "you know what, you're too good for him," sabay acting like they're senti and all. and then buddy number 2 says, "asus, mas maganda ka pa naman sa kanya. talo mo yun!" although i really don't make a big deal about the things that they say, i guess their sentiments really help. i always end up having a good day just because they're there to make the bad luck that i have into jokes and bolahan sessions. amazing. ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. he knows how to give a good joke.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;i guess guys really have this talent of making everyone laugh. at least, most of them. thankfully, my guy pals are funny and not corny. and they don't try hard just to make me laugh, either. they joke about almost everything: our evil witch of a teacher, the latest chick flick, the faces of people they hate... just about anything i guess! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. he is very trustworthy.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i can tell him all my secrets, even if they're really dumb and girly. he's cool with it. and i know that he won't use his knowledge of my weird mind against me someday. buddy number 1 actually knows who my crushes are, the mushy mushy moments, etc. and then he'll somehow act like my bestfriend, but just that he's a boy. cool. and then when things start to get hard between us, he won't spill my secrets to other people. no reaction lang. jeeez. somehow that makes me guilty of being a girl with constant init-ulo days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. he knows me inside out, and he accepts me for the crazy girl that i am. ü&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;otherwise, they'll be dead by now because i'll have my other friends to toast them for meü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;now, there are still tons of reasons... actually, despite their flaws, i'll always have tons and tons and tons of reasons to like and love my guy buddies. once we talked about how cool it is that we can act how we do, hugs and all the sweet nothings, but then our what we have is just real and pure friendship. far from the rachel-ross thing. i'm so blessed. i love you guys, you know who you are ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;i don't have everything. but then it's a good thing that when it comes to friendship, i have the best of both worlds ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-111044765486476259?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/111044765486476259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/111044765486476259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2005/03/buddies.html' title='buddies'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-111029371514546117</id><published>2005-03-08T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T09:21:23.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the last few days of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;geek attacks dos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; WIDTH: 161px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid; HEIGHT: 139px" height="164" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/200/teneodos.jpg" width="193" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; WIDTH: 155px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid; HEIGHT: 140px" height="164" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/200/teneo1.jpg" width="181" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; WIDTH: 151px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid; HEIGHT: 141px" height="164" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/200/ateneo6.jpg" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;i figured that since summer is coming, i might as well make the most out of the last minutes of my stay in school. the only photo that i actually like is the one in the middle, the other photos are just extras 'cause i don't wanna post just one pic. anyway, un langü expect more of my constant geek attacks-- that is, sudden need to pull out my camphone and click away. i swear i'm not taking another pic of addu, overkill!!! ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the last few days of school... of doing nothing!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/200/kim_003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;summer na... not quite yet. we still have to go to school to finish off our clearances. yep, although it's really the duty of our class president, we still have to be there. kasi wala lang, kelangan lang. so dumb, i just wanna stay home and sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;anyway, i had a new experience today. i got to the PACT POIS exam, it's an aptitude test. it's packed with questions that could make you realize that although you're really good in english or in math or whatever-smart-ass subject htat you're into isn't really the best thing or your best interest! it was a booooring test, kinda like the entrance exams... just that it's a lot simpler. the things that i shaded there (meaning, jobs that i would wanna consider because i feel that i'm not at all too dumb for that job) are the following: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;chemist -- haha, just because sir lucy's an effective teacher! i loved chem tuloy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;food technologist -- i figured that it would be nice to make hotdog flavored icecream that tastes like longganisa or chorizo but it's red so it's like hotdog... unsa?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;medical technologist -- because i'm driven by my quest to find the cure for AIDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;commercial designer -- i wanna work behind the scenes of a really sweet commercial... like a close-up commercial or a KFC ad. that'll be great! if anything, i wanna do high-quality commercials. nothing like those gardan angel or pau de arco ads. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;musician -- if anything, i want to play a la cynthia alexander. i don't want to be too mainstream. and i wouldn't even bother doing some videos. hanggang tugtog lang sa bars. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;computer programmer -- simply because i have a fascination for computers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;painter -- i've always enjoyed painting, and i made some pretty good stuff of fairies and sunsets and oceans... maybe i should take a class about that this summer. yeah, i should. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;photographer -- i'd like to work for magazines... but more of those landscape photography, not so much on fashion. pero ok lang din. either way's fine with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;there were like 100+ jobs written in that exam, yet it only came down to 8 choices? weird. now here are just a couple of jobs that i really wouldn't consider:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;secretary&lt;/span&gt; -- &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;if anything, i don't wanna be stuck in an office cubicle. that scares me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;midwife -- to be honest, i am scared of women who are about to give birth. they get all nervous and they go, "hoof, hoof!" that just freaks me out. well, at least i don't like those scenes in movies. and i don't think i can deliver a baby. that's too great for me. tsk, i have a great respect for midwives, don't get me wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;plumber -- i just can't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;guidance counselor -- i actually like the guidance counselors that we have in ateneo, but jeez i can't imagine myself being one. they're so nice, and they always have the best things to say about the worse problems of a high school kid. and i just don't have that ability. but what i like about their job is that they get to have their own little office each with a personal computer or a laptop. and we pay them a couple of thousand bucks, as i read in that little thing from our cashier. tsktsk, fine living. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;hairdresser -- i can't even tame my own hair! i already have my own bad hair days to take care of , thankyouverymuch! oooohh, but i actually love my hairdresser! she's sooooo cool, and she's realllly good. tsktsk, astig siya! idol ko talagaü &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;geologist -- jeeez, i don't wanna study rocks and mountains and hills and cliffs and minerals and anything else that's got something to do with this job. not me at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;combat soldier -- i am waaaayyy too vain to survive in one of their camps. i'm scared of wars, and i don't like guns. there's enough chaos in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;actress -- i have nothing against showbusiness, but i'm not really into that "look at me!" type of image, that frequent appearance in chismis shows wherein i'd defend myself because of people who try to put my name down because i'm already too famous or whatever it is that's just as cliche as that. i dunno, but showbiz here in the philippines is dirrrty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;i really wonder how great people end up on the cover of TIME magazine just because they made something worthy-for-the-world-to-see-kind-of-achievement in their respective jobs or fields. then what about those people who hate their job? those people who know that they got something much more to offer but they're stuck in their tiny little office or behind the counter. then the other people who are happy with their jobs, to the point that they don't even care if they earn money or not, just as long as they get to do their job! how can one figure out what course to take in college and what job to apply for after that? for a junior-turning-senior, it's quite scary because i still am not sure about what course to take.. and my time's running out. how do you differentiate your hobby from your forte? even if i do say that i want a job that makes me happy, i can't deny the fact that i still would want a job that would give me enough, if not more, money to actually buy the things i need, and the things i want as well. this is really freaky. so freaky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but oh well, i'm not one to worry about it now. it's summer! mag-eenjoy na lang muna ako, then i'll plan my future. huhü&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-111029371514546117?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/111029371514546117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/111029371514546117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2005/03/last-few-days-of-school.html' title='the last few days of school'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-110932945315152561</id><published>2005-02-25T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T09:30:10.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my prom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;although i am aware of the fact that mas marami nang nauna sa akin when it comes to making a post about how our prom was, but oh heck. i have a different view of the whole thing, so bare with yet another version of prom 2005... ateneo style. ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prom 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my prom dress:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;a white blouse with a breast pocket bearing the ateneo seal. blue skirt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my prom stilletos:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;my trusty black mary janes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my prom invitation:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;a letter that says PAY P200 OR ELSE WALA KANG CLEARANCE signed by sir gonzales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my prom corsage:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;wala talaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my prom food:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;packed dinner: steak, pansit, chicken, lumpia, rice, a weird pastry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;and it was malamig na... i broke my spoon pa talaga. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my prom music:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;sail away... sail away... sail awaaaahaaay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my post-prom gimik:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;dancing sa soccer field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;i don't have anything against the stressful season of the prom. i was excited about it, but at the same time i was of course scared of the whole thing. many "what ifs" ran through my mind. but then when we got the news that there wasn't going to be any prom at all, i was relieved. at least i didn't have to busy myself with all the preparations. since we weren't going to have the traditional promenade, we could have its alternative instead! now i thought that the alternative prom was gonna be something like our campus pop, a fun event that we have on the night of the ateneo fiesta. unfortunately...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;well, the alternative prom was really not what i was hoping it would be. stay at the sports complex. yep, the same place where our athletes spend time practicing and sweating; the same place where we stay for our dance rehearsals; the same place where the bird droppings mock us whenever we have mass. how lame huh? and ohhh, the admin didn't even bother to decorate the place... at least make it more prom-ish, and less sporty. tsktsk. wawa na man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;hmmm... okies, so we had our prom there. the liturgy was actually good and solemn because my fellow ateneans-who-wanted-the-real-prom-but-no-can-do cooperated... even if it wasn't really the real thing. the songs were good, the lighting was flattering enough, and the beautiful sunset was a good backdrop for the whole thing. so i found the prom still something that's worth cherishing. we had the usual prom rites, menos the gowns. as kate said, it is through this alterna thing that we actually experienced the real essence of the prom. yup, i agree. that was good enough. ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;the prom turned out to be good, but then when we got to the eating part... huh, depressing. bad food, bad drinks, bad dessert, bad way of distributing the food, bad way of letting us dine like uncivilized people. how sad. nawala rin yung moment. sayang ü. oh well... atenista talaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;we went home late, and yeah we were somewhat waiting for the principal to say that there wouldn't be any classes tomorrow for the juniors and the seniors. boohoo, how lucky of us, hindi rin kami pinagbigyan in that department. tsktsk. but oh well, at least i had my prom with my friends by my side. before going home, we stayed in the soccer field for a while, screaming THIS IS THE BEST PROM EVER-- YEAH! oh boy, it's hard to fool yourself, ano? ü pero okay na lang. i enjoyed it pa rin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;if ever my kids would ask me about my prom... err, i'll have to pretend that i had a decent prom para naman hindi nila isipin na loser ako heehee ü oh, and prom pics? i didn't even bother taking a pic... at least none that's worth posting. haiii. if only... ü sige lang, next year na lang. hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-110932945315152561?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/110932945315152561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/110932945315152561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-prom.html' title='my prom'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-110888767659403133</id><published>2005-02-20T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T09:40:06.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0060;"&gt;my fave movies... when i was a kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i went through my dad's old plakas and beta max tapes (?). to my delight, i found some of my fave videos when i was still a kid. i remember that the only good movie houses back then were queen's and those of victoria plaza. and the visual effects were still very poor and of low quality. but back then, they were actually quite effective! promise! and then there are the dialogues that really make sense, even if you're just a kid who can't understand english yet. and then the music... tsktsk, i loooove the music of old movies. ü since i was feeling kiddie-lurvy, i might as well make a post about the movies that i loved... some i still love up to now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here are the movies...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/50/neverending.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/200/neverending.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the neverending story i&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;i am actually looking for a vcd or a dvd of this movie. sadly ung neverending story 2 lang ang nakita ko, but i bought it anyway. ok. this movie showcases the adventures of atreyu... as being read by a boy named sebastian from a book he found in the library. so basically, the kid hero atreyu (he's pogi, by the way... ngayon ko lang narealizeü) journeys to foreign lands and forests to save the princess (i forgot her name). and then he meets friends like the rock guy and his babies. he also has a cool horse similar to that of gandalf. and then there's my fave character: falcore, the silver dragon that i thought was a giant dog back then. i loooove this movie. sobra! ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/50/starwars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/200/starwars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;star wars iv: a new hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;star wars... tsktsk super astig na movie! i loved every minute of it! hindi talaga ako na-bore. my fave character is r2-d2 because he is sooooo cute. dunno why though, i mean he's just a fat robot ü i love this movie because i guess it's fun watching luke pick up his first light saber and then he doesn't even know how to use it pa. and then soooooper ignorante ako sa family name: skywalker. how cool is that??? tsktsk. no need to elaborate. this movie simply rocks! to be honest, i prefer the luke's trilogy than anakin's. iba si luke eh! ü oooh, and star wars 6: the return of the jedi is also good. i think 4 and 6 are the best of the series. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/50/ewoks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/200/ewoks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the ewoks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;another from george lucas! i really can't remember how the story goes... but adventure kasi siya that's why enjoy ako. i loved their homes built in the middle of the forest, their tribe, princess kneesa... everything! they're sooooo cute ui! nakakagigil! they look like chowchows walking on 2 feet. ewoks! yey! they also made an appearance in star wars 6, so sikat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/50/cure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/200/cure.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the cure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this movie is touching. 2 friends: isang inutil at isang may aids. perfect combination! i can remember one line from this movie, the part where the two boys were being chased by a bad guy. then when they were cornered, boy with aids made a little wound on his palm. tas he threatens na tutuluan niya ng blood ung bad guy because, "i have aids. one drop of my blood will kill you." and then the bad guy felt sorry for him kaya umalis na lang siya. saved silang dalawa ng friend niya. this has a sad ending, but i guess that's the whole point of the movie. even if boy inutil's already a young man, played by jim carrey, he still visits the puntod of boy with aids. tsktsk. this is warm movie. weee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/50/indian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/200/indian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the indian in the cupboard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;why do i like this movie? i just think that it would be cool if my barbie dolls and my bro's legos would come to life. and then they'll be our friends! yey! haaaiii... i'm dreaming. but this movie is unique. it has a good lesson in the end, of course. i think the boy just allowed his indian to be just a plastic toy. i can't remember na. pero enjoy siya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/50/shrunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/200/shrunk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;honey, i shrunk the kids&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;i like this movie just because it's fun to see kids and teenagers shrink to the size of a baby ant... and then they pass by giant batteries and mean fire ants while making it back to their home. and wouldn't it be cool to spend the night just watching the stars while you're lying on the barb of a lego block? this movie is quite interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/50/power.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/200/power.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;power rangers the movie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;yes, i am guilty of spending my friday nights watching power rangers at exactly 7:30 pm. ngayon, i think it's corny. but back then, it was a must-see for kids. my fave power ranger is kimberly (pink)! and then andun din sila tommy, trainee, zack, kimberly... ayayayayay and zordon (?). lol, ang corny! pero hehe sige na nga lang... ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/50/oz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/200/oz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the wizard of oz: return to oz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;now this movie really really really really really rocks!!! super! halos everyday ko itong pinapanood when i was still 4 or so years old. dorothy gale! well, this movie does not feature the cowardly lion or the tinman or the scarecrow. the yellow brick road was also basag-basag. and the munchkins weren't in the film. i could remember seeing the talking rock guy, the ladies who can take off their heads, the wheeled ipis-looking creatures, and of course toto and the ruby slippers. question: where can you buy a copy of this film? i'm sooo desperate, i wanna buy one talaga. i am proud to say that this was... maybe still is... my fave movie. i loooove it talaga! ü i'd give all my savings just to see this one again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;there are still tons of movies that are quite good na hindi ko na namention dito. andre, casper, free willy, et... ang dami pa! but i guess these would do... i mean, they are my faves. jeeez, if only i could go back to being a kid again... ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*photos were uploaded*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-110888767659403133?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/110888767659403133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/110888767659403133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2005/02/movies.html' title='movies'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-110880447906447510</id><published>2005-02-18T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T18:36:27.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>english</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0060;"&gt;the inglis grammar (kanto style)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;although i still commit mistakes on my (formal) english grammar, i guess i am fluent enough to spot the errors that i usually see on bathroom cubicles, walls, jeepneys, etc. these statements--vandalisms written by people from all walks of life are quite disturbing. a teen-age girl might feel the pain of a break up so she writes her feelings in the form of a 2-stanza poem on the door of her bathroom cubicle. then when another person enters that cubicle after some time, that person would also write a reply to the broken hearted girl... as if she could still read that or even remember writing something on that door. aside from that, other people tend to write bad words almost everywhere! there's this alley that contains all sorts of profanities, from the bisaya version of t****** to it's tagalog version... and sadly, to it's english version as well. i'm not all confident with my english grammar (or my spelling), but i guess statements that have errors could be funny! i'm not mocking, but i guess that little twist with the preposition used or that sablay with SVA tends to twist the message of the statement completely. then the funny meanings come up. hehe, okay i'll display my &lt;em&gt;yabang atenista&lt;/em&gt; quality in this postü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i dunno, but i guess the other meaning caused by faulty grammar still makes sense-- more sense than the one with the correct grammar or punctuation or whatever. these are rare cases, howeverü so for this post, i'll try to be as critical as i can be to decipher whatever the strangers wrote on that wall near nenita's or in that jeepney going to toril.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*inglis kanto style*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Beware of Dog!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;i saw this somewhere near gingerbread matina. i was amazed by the person who wrote this thing. i mean, he managed to make both B and D in caps. then there's the intriguing triple exclamation point. i thought that maybe Dog was a person. at least that made sense... but again, who the hell would name his/her kid Dog? well i know someone named Bulldog, but that's beside the point. tsktsk. Beware of Dog!!! if anything, i wonder what breed of dogs they have in their home. the dog must be &lt;em&gt;mabalasik&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. LOVE IS ALL THAT MATTER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;this was written on one of the cubicle doors of GMall (cr, duh). jeeez, i could not forgive the person, whoever he/she is, for writing this crap. all caps, bold, as in! ü hehe. to think it was a famous song, then there's not excuse to write in grammar sablay.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. "When I grow up, I want to be a veterian because a veterian is good to animals like me."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;a grade 2 kid wrote this one, with matching drawing pa ha. his work was one of those displayed in the exhibit last year (yung nasa Martinez Lane). i could forgive the error with the word veteri&lt;strong&gt;nari&lt;/strong&gt;an. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but the part that implies that the kid is an animal, not a human being(although we are animals, hayüp lang ang pumupunta sa vet). hehe i guess i'll laugh at it na lang. he's just a kid, anyway. ü pretty soon he'll switch from writing about animals to writing about porn stuff whatever. tsktsk. poor kiddo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. THE FARTHER MAKES THE HEART GO FURTHER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;unsa daw? thanks to marcus* for this &lt;em&gt;quote, &lt;/em&gt;he was the one who spotted it written on the divider-ng-driver-sa-pasahero-sa-likod of the jeepney that we were ridingü. i honestly don't know what this means. it's so wrong. if you know the meaning, please tell me. i'll give you choki-choki for a prize ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. "A beautiful face, a big crowd. One wish, be with you."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;i got this from JS. it's supposed to be a poem, or maybe a verse. LOL! another thing that's too complex for me to figure out. haaaiii... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. "Tell me who your friends are, and i'll tell you they are your friends."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;good thing the person who said this duh line is my idol: monü gagu! but i guess... tama na man ang message ah! heehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. "Bill, grabe. My headache hurts gyud!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;i passed by a couple somewhere i illustre. the girl was clinging to her boyfriend. then i just heard her say that line. and yes, tumawa ako. how cruel... masakit na nga ang ulo nya eh! tsktsk. blame it on the heat, sister! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. "Hindi ko man kasalanan yan! It's your responsible!"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;now this line is actually very memorable. back in freshman year, dareen* was still my classmate. i dunno what happened, really. but we just heard him yelling at the back of the room and telling our other classmate that, "It's your responsible!" everyone burst out laughing upon hearing that. tsktsk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. "I believe that we should conserve our waters because we will not ask in the future anymore where did the water go."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;i forgot the name of the pageant, but i remember Marc Nelson hosting itü for the Q&amp;amp;A portion, the candidates were made to explain a painting that was made by special children. the painting showed our rivers, seas, lakes, etc. then the garbage that's in it. so ayun. then it was time for Miss Whatever to try her luck at explaining the painting, and yup that's her answer. Dingdong Avansado (one of the judges) actually gave a little laugh when he heard the answer. tsktsk, maganda pa naman sana yung candidate. and duh, don't even ask kung nanalo siya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. "You'll pull through. I'm sure you can management."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;my cousin shared this thought. his teacher was the one who told him about the management management sablay. i think he wanted to back out from a seminar because of his busy sched, but his teacher insisted. kaya ayan. bad shot tuloy ang teacher. how sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;geeez, i'm so bad. i don't want to judge other people just because wrong grammar sila or whatever. and i really don't! pero syempre mas masaya kausap ung tama ang grammar diba? kung hindi tama, wag mo nang pilitin! managalog ka na lang para mas comfy. ü then again... nobody's perfect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-110880447906447510?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/110880447906447510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/110880447906447510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2005/02/english.html' title='english'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-110811708435631242</id><published>2005-02-11T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T18:48:26.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chillin out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;geek-attacks!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffcccc 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffcccc 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffcccc 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffcccc 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/180/ateneo7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffcccc 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffcccc 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffcccc 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffcccc 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/180/ateneo8.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't really know what's wrong with me. but whenever i see a good scenery, particularly those with trees, i &lt;u&gt;must&lt;/u&gt; take a picture of it! so these are just a few photos that i'm willing to show, i have more in my cellphone. my friends are already complaining since i tend to be so "ah wait lang, gotta take a pic ng puno" which could get so damn annoying, i guess. but still, i just gotta have a picture of it. so wala lang, trip lang heheü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teacher's day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;yey, it's teacher's day today! more of &lt;em&gt;kanina&lt;/em&gt;, actually. it was good to just come to school without worrying about copying assignments or stealing cartolinas or whatever. we had mass, then the blessing of the sports complex which i still don't appreciate, except for it's 4th floor because it has this really awesome view of the humble SIR homes. tsktsk. nothing beats that! then after the looong mass, the program prepared for our teachers started. ok lang, it wasn't as bongga as last year's program. pero some presentations were fun, others were just &lt;em&gt;hilas, &lt;/em&gt;others quite boring. teachers also had their share of bragging their own talents, and i realized that sir cyril is really energetic. like an electron. in its orbital. then sir toleco makes a good lipsinger, and he looks really young with just jeans and a shirt on. and that sir archie does not dance. at all. haiii. kung hindi lang siya ano eh... joke lang! ü &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;new discoveries&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i learned a lot of things today. yup, all i did was sit through a movie and just walk into stores i've entered a million times already, and yet i still learned a lot of things. and i'm willing to make a list of them for everyone to... well, learn from, i guess ü. before that, napansin ko lang... ang hilig kong gumawa ng lists of whatever. huh, only shows that i can't really make a good composition with paragraphs... hanggang bullet form lang heheh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffae00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mga bagong aral&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. watching basketball players dance is bad for the eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;although some of the guys could actually be labeled wafu, they better stick to just dribbling because dancing is just so... complicated for them. some had super tigas bodies, others had super lambot to the point na hindi na gaanong nakakasabay, others had such wiggly butts, others were just plain tanga while performing the steps that they formulated for about a few minutes during one of their breaks from practice. although i respect our basketball players, it's just really sad to see them dance on stage. they're cute and funny, pero hehehehe dancing is really really really nothing compared to their dribbling and shooting and everything. how startling. ü hi kate! ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. children are better than highschool students &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;when it comes to holding on to their balloons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;we had balloons for the blessing today! it was given after communion, which made everyone excited to the point that i forgot about the mass and the final prayer. then we all giggled when we were handed our balloons. after about 5 minutes, a poor green balloon went flying up in the air. the person who owns that was such a sucker. is it that hard to hold on to a looong string of a beautiful balloon? after that, more balloons came flying all the way to the roof. poor things. when it was finally time to let of the balloons (after the blessing), some found it hard to actually let go of them. how ironic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. guys who flirt too much are just deadly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;although i really shouldn't judge... i just really think that guys who flirt too much could send wrong signals to girls. how sad. and then it'll be a whirlwind of selos and coldness and denials after that. how sad, again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. spending time with friends is the best way to spend a friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;yup, that's exactly what i did. it was so fun because we got to talk about things in school, at home, just about everything and anything. it's sooo relaxing and sobrang fun. window shopping with friends is helpful because you get comments on clothes and then you'll know what really suits you. looking at posters with them is also lingaw because you could comment on every angle that there is to it. and then eating with them is just great because whatever one eats, at least 2 people would also eat the same thing and then they'll compare taste buds. how weird. then you could just loathe at the mannequins because they're so perfect... yet they're faceless! waaaah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. a phonecall is better than a text message&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;my friend texted me after i got out of the movie house. she was feeling lonely and sad, i noticed it early this morning pa pero i didn't say anything because i didn't want her to feel uncomfortable. pero ayun, she texted me about something that made her feel bad. although i could just text her about my questions, i decided to call her na lang para mas personal and mas bubbly ü if she was feeling lonely, she needed someone to talk to... kahit on the phone lang. so ayun. i laughed the whole time we were talking and i was just saying, "ok lang yan." then we texted na after. that was nice. although text messaging is probably one of the coolest inventions, i think phonecalls are still the IN thing. kaya don't expect me to just send you a message with tons of ü's when you're feeling bad, okay??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i could actually mention more lessons, pero this'll have to do. i still have to play. i have a life ü. ayt. maybe i'll have another post soon, about feb14. til then ü.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;h&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;ppy b&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;msd&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;y t&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt;r l&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;dy &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;c&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;! y&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt;'r&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; s&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;n t&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; b&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;ff&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;c&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ia&lt;/span&gt;lly 16.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-110811708435631242?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/110811708435631242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/110811708435631242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2005/02/chillin-out.html' title='chillin out'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-110723911291565020</id><published>2005-02-01T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T18:56:43.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1990's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;only because i feel like reminiscing...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i wanna go back to my grade two days. why? i don't really know. i guess those were the days when life was so much sweeter, when tv shows were something i can't live without, when we had many dogs... i dunno! basta i love everything about the late 90's! i'm bored right now, so i'll give you a lil glimpse of what it is i'm talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffae00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*things that i liked many years ago*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;pinoy music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; --&gt; eraserheads, rivermaya, teeth, sandwich... the list goes on! although the pinoy music scene these days seems to be improving, the best pa rin noong 90's! orig bands with orig tugtog. i would join my maile insans in singing huling el bimbo and prinsesa. kanto songwriting, lazy music videos, inuman sessions, adik-adik guitars, smooth vocals, modern serenades were pretty much what i would remember in terms of pinoy music. nakakamiss kasi right now all i hear is either acoustic lahat or kitchie nadal lahat. iba pa rin ung kinalakhan ko. then again, i like today's music. so ok lang. ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. mtv --&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i remember having this huge crush on mtv vj mike kazem (spelling?). he's so funny and guapo. then he hangs out with his fellow cool yet kalog vjs like sarah, nadia and jamie. mtv also had these little ads wherein they'd feature the lives of their vjs. i remember mike riding a motorcycle with a model, and my fave was jamie's: he was being scolded by his nagger of a mother and then in the end he ends up sitting and working it out in the toilet ü stupid, but funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;3. shawarma --&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my cousins and i would hang out at uncle mark because we'd buy their chocolate marble. then beside that store is yet another store that sells shawarma! my older cousins introduced that to me, and i guess naadik na rin ako dun. ang sarap kasi! it's really saucy, meaty, cheezy... i really can't remember much pero it was goooooood! do they still sell shawarmas these days??? i really wanna have one again, i'm sick of hamburgers. ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. villa victoria, gap farm --&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; during the 90's these places were actually good. i had fun going to villa victoria and swimming in their small kid's pool with my titas calling us for some barbeque. then other times when we didn't feel like going to the beach during happy-time saturdays, we'd go to gap farm! you know what, there's this wishing well there. and my cousin lot* and i wanted to have barbie dolls so we wished like crazy in that well. i clearly remember tossing a P1 coin in the well and then i closed my eyes and murmured, "sana bilhan ako ng cut&amp;style na barbie," many many many times. and about a week after that, i actually received my cut&amp;amp;style barbie doll! maybe i should go back there and try to wish for other things. anyway, aside from the well, there's also this cave. in the cave are elves, other creatures... i actually went inside with my family. i was really scared (i was 5, mind you), so the whole time were there i was hiding behind my mom. then at the near end of the cave, there's this cyclops guy who's really tall and he slouches so it appears that he wants to get you. i really was not expecting this, so when we came to that point, i screamed and i ran outside the cave. i was the only one who didn't make it to the other side, so now i feel so stupid. never na akong bumalik doon, and i promised myself that i won't go back in there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. tgis! --&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i really hate kakaba-kaba, that tv show in gma. before, they had click. pero click wasn't good enough for me either. my fave tv show as a young girl was TGIS! angelu de leon, bobby andrews, red sternberg, michael flores, raven villanueva... others ü grabe, every saturday was spent in front of the television fussing over the peachy-joquin love story and laughing over red sternberg's "alright!" sobrang miss ko na ang tv show na to. they were the original kasi, then followed another tgis but with antoinette taus and dingdong dantes and others as the barkada. then sumunod na sina anne. then came click! haaaay, orig tgis pa rin ako! sobrang fave ko talaga yun. but then when angelu got preggy, the show ended na. hai, i'm so showbiz noh? ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. mikee cojuanco --&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; haha, yes i was a fan of mikee cojuanco. my fave pinoy movie is "forever", the one with her and aga muhlach. wala lang, as a kid she was my fave actress because she seemed so simple... elegant. hindi siya maarte ü i also like her movie with donna cruz and i-forgot-who. basta they sang the song "i can". basta i like her talaga! also, back then i hated amy austria kasi she always had the kontrabida roles eh. inaaway niya si mikee. bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;7. mara clara --&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i don't watch soap operas anymore, but as a kid i used to watch mara clara (the one with judi anne santos and gladys reyes). nakakatawa kasi these days nasusuka ako sa soap operas. pero lol i was a heavy mara clara fan way back when i was 4 or 5 years old. i still remember that it was shown every afternoon, but then ngaing every night because many people wanted to watch it na for dinner. so ayun. i was really pissed with clara (gladys) because she's so malupit! and then sometimes i'd also hate mara (juday) kasi she was tanga-tanga and just very submisive. then i remember the two of them fighting over wowie de gusman. haha! see, i told you i was watching that! too bad i didn't get to see the ending... we went home late na kasi kaya hindi ko na napanood ang ending. up to now, i still wonder how that soap opera ended. i really don't have any idea, no one told me how it ended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;8. sweet valley --&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the fave book of every girl. i started with sweet valley kids, then sweet valley twins. then stop na. i did not proceed to sweet valley high cause that's for old people haha! but anyway, i still have my francine pascal books and i still remember rich kid lila. she's the only one i remember aside from jessica and elizabeth. and yes, i like elizabeth more. i feel that she's smarter and more responsible... if anything, magkamukha na man sila ni jessica kaya i might as well choose the girl who i found sensible diba? they're twins, dammit!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;9. ivory --&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i'm not sure if it's still out in the market, but when i was young i used ivory shampoo. i wanted to use rejoice because they had pretty kids in their ads. but when i saw this ivory commercial with a lady-with-nice-hair playing with huge bubbles in the field tas she's singing the "ang gaan-gaan ng feeling, ang gaan-gaan ng loob ko sa yo" jingle, i didn't think twice about using ivory. grabe, when you're a kid, commercials can really convince you. tsktsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. gwapings --&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; back then i didn't know what &lt;em&gt;guapo&lt;/em&gt; meant, but i guess the trio of marc anthony ferandez, jomari yllana and ... (what's the last guy's name???) pretty much sums the meaning of being guapo. although i really wasn't kilig or anything about them, i had little crushes ü si marc pa talaga ang fave ko dun! it's so funny, i watched them on palibhasa lalaki and their other shows. they're so cute. i don't have a crush on them anymore (hello, they're already so old!), pero it's nice to know that at one point in my young young young life, i had a crush on really cute guys. lol! ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i could actually write a million things... but i'll cut it down to just 10 things kasi i have to do something pa. so that's it, i guess. someday i'll read this post again, and then i'll just laugh at myself for being so corny back then. yes, corny... but hey that's me eh! paki mo? ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-110723911291565020?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/110723911291565020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/110723911291565020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2005/02/1990s.html' title='1990&apos;s'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-110584032573759134</id><published>2005-01-16T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T09:13:20.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my barkada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;busy...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;i hate my teachers for being so damn insensitive... i still find it hard to get up early every morning just to get to school. and now i'm all tambak with projects, assignments, research, review papers, reports... waaaaaah! i so wanna go to sleep and just die in my dreams... err, maybe not. but i wanna take a vacation (again! lolz). but anyway, i like school. simply because my barkada and friends are there. we can fool around and just laugh at the dumpsite of assignments that we have back home and in our desks in school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;and what's even funnier (worse) than having many things to do is... dumdumdum... we're not gonna have any prom. boohoo. okay, maybe it's stressful or whatever, but highschool wouldn't be highschool without it! it'll be really embarrassing if other students (when i'm in college) would talk about their highschool life and their prom experience. then they'll ask me, "so how was your prom?" ngeks, ang panget na man. "wala kaming prom eh, ang saya niyo ano?" waaaah. although i'm not really into stressing about stuff, but hey i wanna have a prom! waaaah. i wanna go out, man. actually, all i'm after is the postprom gimiks. not the prom itself ü. and i wanna choose my dress, shoes, accessoes, everything. oh well, i guess that won't be happening anytime soon. i'll just wear my whitest-bluest uniform and then i'll polish my shoes na lang for the alternative prom... which is really pathetic, by the way. go to the sports complex (inside the school lang) and then pass the key-whatever-it-is-that-happens-in-prom-night and then we have free lunch. then in the afternoon, we're gonna have classes (tentative). how happpppppppy! ang ganda ng highschool life ko. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;tsktsk, hehe at least i won't have to write a post about my prom night here in imelda (my blog's name). and i wouldn't have to do magic with the photos using photoshop, which i actually love to do :( nonsense, it's really sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as promised...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;*i mentioned about making a post about my barkada... well here it is! armed with photos that were made in just 12 minutes (2 minutes each person). minadali ko ang photos, so anyay just be happy with it. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;i think i better start with a short history of our sisterhood. when my bestfriend danica moved went to philsci to study, francelle (another bestfriend) and i were left in ateneo. although danica and i don't see each other often, the whole three years of highschool we were able to sustain our friendship. i love her very very very much. *dan, i hope you read this. i'm very blessed to have a friend like you*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;with danica away, my bestfriend (since 4th grade) francelle stuck together and ishee (closetobeingkabarkada back in gradeschool) went along with us since becky* also went to philsci. it was the three us back then, and we were happy. then we got close to karla*, and we hung out with her and her bestfriend ice*. things got crazy in the middle of freshmen year. but when we got to sophomore year, we (ish, me and france) got to hang out with cynthia and kat (although kat has always been a close friend). we just clicked, then things got better with karla, and of course we got close to ice. so that was it. just like that. our personalities are different in many many many many ways, but when we get together... we just really click. we have insecurities, problems, dramas, love probs (ahem!), funny experiences-- all worthy of a couple of episodes in sex&amp;thecity ü pero in the end, kami pa rin ang magkakasama at nagtatawan. hehehe, basta, i can't explain our bond. all i know is that we won't let anything get in the way of friendship. there are chika and binuang moments regarding a kabarkada, but hanggang kalokohan lang. after everything, we're still together. okay, enough yapping. i only have about 2 years with them na lang kaya i won't reminisce. i'll live the moments with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meet the ladies...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0060;"&gt;*random order*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/400/france.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;francelle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i'm not making favorites or anything, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;bee* is really my bestfriend among the girls. i've known her since 4th grade (just like most of them), and we kinda grew up together so i guess that's the reason why we're so comfy with each other. we're very different, but were also very similar. i can talk to her about anything under the sun... whether nonsense o mabigat na topic. superbestfriend ko yan na one day magiging diva hahaha! she's very talented. hmm, for her 15th bday, i wanted to write her a letter. but then i can't because i will only say the things i said last time. so i ended up writing her obituary (yes, that's right). whatever it is that i wrote there, i believe na mangyayari rin yon. france will be the person that i described in her obit... and i guess she already is. ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/400/ishee%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;irish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;i love ishee! she's so normal-abnormal. she lives the life of a city girl. shopping, showbiz, cnn, magazines, art, intelligence, independence... basta she rules her world (lolz). she's very laid back, and that's so cool. but she remains down to earth, real, and kalog. she's very maasahan and she sympathizes, but she doesn't lose her reasons over her emotions. basta, she's very cool. ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/400/krish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cynthia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;cynthia! ang laging pinagtritripan namin ni kat! hahahahü cynthia krishna is very mabait. she's sometimes shy and quiet, pero may mga kalokohan din yan. she's practical, wise, artistic, and she has her way with colors and making stuff. DIY girl! ü she has many likable qualities, pero she's often sleepy eh! hehehe, kaya hindi nakakahabol sa mga usapan namin. pero she speaks her mind and she's also open to new things. i love her! yey! ü someday, she'll design my house... by the sea... with surfers boys... like that boy from Australiaü ahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/400/kalai%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;karla&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;true to her title, she's the drama queen. she's the most sensitive, emotional and twisted girl in the group ü. really! that's why it's easy to tell her your problems kasi she always has the right things to say. she's very makuwento, and she's also the target of our kalokohan sometimes. heheheh! she's very unpredictable, pero she remains civil. basta, her personality is sooooo hard to define. but i'm very comfy with her. i tell her weird and sad stories about how my day went, and she'll feel the emotion with me. madrama nga eh, sira. tsktsk. pero she's a good friend. i just know it, she's a good friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/400/kat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;katrina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;si kat, very mabait, patient, civil, innocent, mabait... hai, sooooper bait. but she's also supladaü basta she can return jokes and teases. she's very temperate hehe. siya lang ang may stable personality sa amin. she has her own share of problems, and when she talks about them you'll be amazed kasi she handles her self very well. she's more mature than most of us hahah, and so don't be fooled by her size. she can make the most rational move when we're all so emotional and sappysappy. and another thing i like about her, she knows how to have fun and she treats herself. maaasahang kagimik. hindi killjoy. enjoy kasama. yey, i love you kat!ü oooh, and she knows kung sino si xavier man! hahaü sssshhhh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/400/ice%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;marie kriselle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;the girl who's in the states right now. bruha! ü ice is very very very kind, funny, stupid, weird, talkative... maingay. she's very ma-appeal hahaha! friendly, understanding, patient... and more. she's a real friend, someone you can talk to about the latest movie... and &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; deeper things in life. she's very very very trustworthy. basta she just knows how to do her thing. haiii, i miss her! come home na, ice! ü &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;yup, i'm the 7th girl. no need to talk about me. anyway, writing the short descriptions of my friends just made me realize that their personalities are really really really different and... crazy. i don't know how i got close to these girls ü hehe. also, notice that the things i write are very ironic (paradoxical, whatever). but that's the truth! we don't have the perfect friendship, pero i can say na talagang okay. ayos talaga! i love you girls! thank god for ya! ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*if this post contains typoerrors, ignore it. kapuy edit!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-110584032573759134?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/110584032573759134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/110584032573759134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-barkada.html' title='my barkada'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-110517663097294590</id><published>2005-01-08T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T09:11:36.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy bertday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;happy bertday kat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/400/katkat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;you're 16 na!!! ü first 16-er in my barkada. more info about her next week (i'll make a post about my friends).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss ice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/200/kat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;leche, ice umuwi ka na nga! *more about ice next week* but i made this at pizza hut during kat's lunch celebration. the letters I and C were from cucumber; E from kamatis. the red squares from pepper. sorry, i don't have time to make a decent post ü.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-110517663097294590?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/110517663097294590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/110517663097294590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-bertday.html' title='happy bertday'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-110447501330479836</id><published>2004-12-31T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T08:20:47.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>welcoming 05</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this 2005...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;just a few more hours before the clock strikes the beginning of a new year. it's so quiet here in davao, and i'm sure the silence will continue tonight, since fireworks aren't really our &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt; anymore. our family is again going to have a feast-for-four tonight, what with all the ham, pasta, cakes, pastries, icecream, caldereta, salads, etc. sigh, it's sad that we have to celebrate the new year with all these luxuries... while other people don't have partyfood-- not even a piece of bread to eat, don't have any change of clothes, and don't have any roofs above their heads. the world faced a whole lot of tragedies these past few weeks. it's so sad, and it makes me feel guilty for being oh so cozy in my bed at night while watching reruns of Friends. &lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 20faces; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 20faces; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 20faces; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;and that just got me thinking... after what happened, i'm glad i'm here in davao... quite away from all the sufferings that i sure don't wanna experience. not during this season of merrymaking and partying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;anyway, i won't start the new year with sadness. although it sure is important to be aware of the things that are happening. i wrote this entry to present the new year tradition: the &lt;u&gt;resolutions&lt;/u&gt; that are supposedly written to make one's life better and more successful in the new year. i did a lot of thinking about my list, and i came up with a long list... but i ended up erasing some of them because they just weren't &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;. i can't be goody-goody all year, you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and aside from the stiff resolutions, i also thought about my goals this coming year. so i wrote them down as well. and to be honest, i seem to be more passionate about my goals than i am with my resolutions. &lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 20faces; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;c&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 20faces; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;whatever. oh, and i chose balloons as background for the images because it's been a looong time since i last saw crazy fireworks here in davao. sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;kim's new year's resolutions and goals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 20faces; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/200/prfanity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;the most urgent resolution: &lt;em&gt;stop saying bad words&lt;/em&gt;... hmmm, i'll rephrase that, i will regulate my saying bad words. no more cursing, cussing, saying profanity, trash-talking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;another resolution: &lt;em&gt;return phonecalls&lt;/em&gt;. i have this annoying &lt;em&gt;tamaditis. &lt;/em&gt;i fail to call back those who called me earlier simply because i'm oh-so &lt;em&gt;tamad&lt;/em&gt;. i hope i can change that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/200/food.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;yet another resolution: &lt;em&gt;stop eating at fancy resties unless my folks are paying for it. &lt;/em&gt;i do treat myself once in a while, but on regular gimiks and laagsessions it's really not necessary to spend all my cash on one scoop of strawberry sundae that costs P75. be practical, kim! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;i will get serious self-study sessions in guitar. i really love music, and it's about time that i put my expensive guitar to good use. i should really spend time doing that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/200/notes.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;and another resolution: &lt;em&gt;practice taking down notes in chemistry. &lt;/em&gt;see what i did for the last 3 quarters was just jot down notes at the bottom of the page of my chem book. then for my other &lt;em&gt;longer &lt;/em&gt;notes i scribbled them at the back of my fact sheets. that's actually very convenient, but sadly end up losing my hand-outs by the time periodical exams hit the calendar. so i end up calling kat* for info... lots of info. huh, never again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;i'll strive for at least a 94 on my math for the 4th quarter. math is the only subject wherein i can really make &lt;em&gt;bawi&lt;/em&gt; (in filipino), and that's because of my oh-so generous teacher &lt;u&gt;rayto&lt;/u&gt;l*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/200/vanity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;and another resolution: &lt;em&gt;stop being so darn vain&lt;/em&gt;. it's such a hassle. but i'll still go gaga over lipgloss, but i'll go easy on the other &lt;em&gt;necessities. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i will get into photography via my cellphone, and i will make the pics more alive via adobe photoshop. and with those, i will sign up for an account in deviant art. i've always wanted to be part of that.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/200/stah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;my final resolution: &lt;em&gt;live like a rockstar and not be so conscious of what other people might think.&lt;/em&gt; as long as my family and friends are happy &amp; safe, i wouldn't really care about what other people might think about me. but i guess sometimes i do get caught up in people's expectations, and myself as well. so i tend to forget the essence of living my own life. and that's quite scary, i wanna live my life with reason and passion, you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;lastly, i will really really really enjoy 2005. school, home, wherever -life i have, it'll be a blast. i made a couple of mistakes back in 2004, but hey hopefully i won't commit them again this new year. sheesh, i'm sure it'll be awesome if i don't ü.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;so that's it. quite short... i don't really want any pressure this new year! i wanna be free. ü okies i guess i'll drop by again sometime in 2005.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 20faces; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: EN-USfont-family:20faces;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy New Year Humans...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: EN-USfont-family:AajaxSurrealFreak;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;and F&lt;/span&gt;airies*!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-110447501330479836?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/110447501330479836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/110447501330479836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2004/12/welcoming-05.html' title='welcoming 05'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-110431532331647733</id><published>2004-12-29T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T08:28:53.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>remembering 04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;remembering 2004&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/480/mylogo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2004 was a blast!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"it's the end of an era"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;waaah, i really love Sex &amp; the City. tsktsk, i'll miss samantha jones and smith. waaaaah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hoorah 2004!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;i really don't have any ideas on how to make a year-end entry, but i figured that i might as well make a lil hotchpotch of it. the pics are really &lt;em&gt;kulang&lt;/em&gt;, but these are the only ones i've got. the others are stuck on the &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; board in my room ü. so all together, this year was quite good. i turned 15, i became a junior (no longer a stupid, yellow sophie). i took advanced guitar lessons over the summer, and i still don't memorize the chords of the songs i usually play... that just sucks ü. i got cozy with my new choice of music: acoustic and alternative. no more r&amp;amp;b for me, although i still dance to it. i switched to a new magazine: preview simply because it features more talented filipinos, which is what our country really needs right now... and of course i still read seventeen. i dunno, but this year had lots of talented filipino artists, particularly bamboo. so i became their fan ü. i also discovered good stuff from the 80's, and i'm trying to look for my dad's plaka (as in the old, big CDs of his time) of &lt;strong&gt;the police&lt;/strong&gt; so that i can have that in my room. anyway, this year also had good movies. i liked troy, return of the king (duh), my sassy girl (big duh)... although i will admit that i haven't seen spiderman 2 yet... wait, was that this year lang? huh whatever, not my type of movie. and lastly (for the mundane part of this entry ü), i received a really nice butterfly necklace. that's definitely one of my best neckies. ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;err, yes this entry has a deeper part, it's not all vanity as i did above ü. teehee ok, one of my closest cousins got married this year. she now has a beautiful baby, that's nice. i got to spend time with my other insans in the south, although we weren't all there, it was still fun. it's been a long time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;this year i also got to experience (again) being around new people and having them as my classmates... after so many years of having the same bums with me in the classroom ü. with that, i made strong -- stronger bonds with my old classmates: theNobody, theBargot, theQuizzer, jas, lar, fino... and maybe chris ü. i also enjoyed the company and the jokes of the new kids, they're really nice and kalog. and that makes staying in the classroom during breaks fun and worthwhile. aside from my friends, i also had greater, greater bonds with my kabarkadas. we don't belong in one section anymore (not even on the same floor in school), but anyway we've been really strong. we grew up, of course, we've gone to be more mature and more open-minded about things. but we still find teasing each other's stupidity and crushes fun. i mean, why wouldn't it be? ü anyway, yeah we've grown stronger and closer... how ironic, to think we weren't this close last year when we were all just practically seatmates. we also came up with a scrapbook... come to think of it, i haven't seen that lately ü. anyway, sometime this year we also let go of a friend. it was for the good of everyone, really. and although we don't exactly have the same crowd these days, we still have that sister-bond. how nice ü. i also discovered lots of things about myself this year, and no i'm not gonna share it ü haha! ok, maybe just one: i am still quite a private person and i only &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; talk about my life with people that i'm really close to. that's a fact ü. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;so if 2004 was a movie, it'd have the themes forgiveness and camaraderie... well at least that's how it happened in my life. i'm looking forward to a new year, i'm sure there's a lot our there that i still have to discover. who knows, maybe in 2005 i'll get to jam with a really cool band and perform in libis? ... on second thought... maybe NOT ü. but sometime soon, i guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;pax! oh, and hi kate! ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-110431532331647733?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/110431532331647733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/110431532331647733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2004/12/remembering-04.html' title='remembering 04'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-110393710453439669</id><published>2004-12-25T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T08:31:27.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ice ice ice</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;yehey!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;december 25... ignore the posts i made last night, this is the one that matters! this year's christmas isn't the best, but it definitely has some highlights that i guess made it special in some ways. so i made a list about it... and no, i'm not trying to fool myself into thinking that it is indeed a good christmas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;my bro and i bought nice presents for our parents... those presents were quite expensive, but hey it feels good to give them something... which i'm sure is much smaller than what they have given us since our birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;i received nice presents, too. the material and non-material things truly matter hehehe! i have lots of cologne now, a nice hair brush, nice accesories, and a nice piggy bank. it's sooo cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;i had my first sleep-over experience this season. after our xmas party, my ladies went to my house to open our presents there, and to talk about what's going on in our lives. not all my friends stayed for the night, only bee*, kat* and cynt*. that was just fun, then the next morning was also good because all we did was laze around my room. so refreshing, a great way to start the christmas vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;he* went home for christmas! that's reason enough! ayyyy si dindo rin pala umuwi! *lolz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;my brother brought his girlfriend to our reunion the other day. it was the first time that our relatives saw her, and i guess she made a good impression. she was quite shy, though, but she was okay hehehe! it was fun to see my brother sitting beside his girlfriend and leaving his barkada outside. he would come to them once in a while, but basically he stayed with his girlfriend and ditched his barkada. hehehe, weird, to think he would complain how his barkada couldn't be complete anymore during gimiks because the others already had girlfriends. well, look who's talking now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;i bought a nice skirt from bayo* this season... well, just yesterday. lolz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;cynt's father came home! yey! i know that she was happy about it, although she was not really vocal about it. but yey! ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;i got good friends... from my barkada to the licheneers to 2berchs to 3berchs. i got to spend time with a close friend that i haven't really talked to in a couple of months, and i realized that she is an amazing person. she's very makwento pa rin, and that's something that i enjoyed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;i finished making this template! it took me about 24 hours to figure everything out, and now imelda is here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; thought that i would not spend time with my kabarkada ice* anymore since she'll be in the states, but this madaling araw, she sent me this text message: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kamille, pabalik na ako pinas. sabi kasi ni mommy, tapusin ko na lang daw muna ang     highschool. tapos, balik lang daw ako dito (states) every bakasyon. diba okay? hahahaha! dyan ako mag birthday! tapos, sasama tayo! ahahaha! ingat ka ha! pabalik na ako. sa 1 ako alis, 3 ako dating. hahahaha! i'm so excited! yeah! yahoo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;well, ice, you just made my day! i love ya!* so this is the list that i came up, i guess it's quite short and quite mundane hehehe. but that's the truth! this is a happy christmas, and yes mahirap na ang buhay ngayon. but i guess christmas only happens once a year, and it's definitely worth everything we've got to offer. happy birthday, Jesus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-110393710453439669?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/110393710453439669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/110393710453439669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2004/12/ice-ice-ice_25.html' title='ice ice ice'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-110388674567661375</id><published>2004-12-24T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T08:39:52.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;my barkada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/200/again.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/200/ush.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img class="phostImg" height="122" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/200/bers.jpg" width="144" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 181px" height="123" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/200/firls.jpg" width="144" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just a few more hours before christmas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;i waited for christmas to come... i've been waiting for it since january 2004. well, just like any other kid, it's indeed my fave time of the year. the thought of having noche buena together with my family in our cozy dining room... the thought of opening presents... the thought of eating ham... the thought of hearing the noise of our neighbors greeting one another... the thought of christmas itself-- the whole package! i was so positive that this christmas is gonna be sooo good. but it didn't turn out to be what i wanted. our reunion last night didn't feel right (although i was happy about it, as expressed in my previous post), there was some uncertainty in the air. i woke up this morning with a message from my amiga, and it was BIG news (more on that later). i went out with my family for lunch, and i didn't talk (well, as much as i usually do). i bought myself a nice girly skirt from bayo* and i thought that it would somehow lessen my mingawness*. well, it did ^_^ but now i'm back to my &lt;em&gt;praning&lt;/em&gt; mode again. we arrived home at around 6pm, and i immediately sat here to type all my thoughts down. my dad watched the news, and it was all about christmas... some happy parts, but more on the sad parts. the news showed people, poor people, who had to find some way to make their noche buena better... or to make their noche buena actually exist! it showed kids who lost their parents during the recent storm. it showed kids saying that they want to have dresses and toys and food for christmas, but they have to keep on working just to have something to make it through the night... the next day, and the next. it showed mothers who had to sacrifice their meals just so their kids could have a bite of whatever it is that they are eating (which came from the compassion of other people). it showed fathers who were stuck at the airport, wishing for a flight home. it showed everything that i wasn't waiting for at all this christmas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;and you know what i HATE? the media. the way they use the misfortunes of the people for their own glory and happiness. "nagbigay ng donasyon sa mga naging biktima ng bagyo ang programang _____" "nagbigay ng libreng lugaw ang estasyong _____" "tinulungan ni ______ ang mga Pilipinong hindi masaya ngayong pasko" %&amp;^$!!!! it's okay to help our brothers and sisters; it's great to give food to the needy... but come on!!! it's not supposed to be like this, they're eating the misfortunes of the people! i dunno, maybe their intention was to help out, but i have seen tons of other helpful people who need not broadcast their good free-trip-to-heaven deeds. the media is powerful in many ways, but this is too much. thanks for your help... and thanks to the misfortunes of your people, you can now bag awards that you can brag about and can compare to the rival stations. forgive me for being so bratty, maybe i'm just being paranoid... but i would like to express my thoughts, and i have no intention of hurting anyone... or debating with anyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my wake-up call&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;as promised, i'll now close the case mentioned above, and i will now move on to my next case... which is more of who i am and what i am. i woke up today, tired from the party last night, to a text message from my kabarkada (for two years now) ice*. she's currently in the states for the christmas vacation. i chatted with her the other day thru ym. she's fine, yet nanginginig* (hehehe). nothing wrong with that, really. but her text message this morning said, "sorry kamille, i'm not coming back." i didn't react or anything, simply because i thought that she was just making &lt;em&gt;papansin&lt;/em&gt; and making drama cause she misses us already. i just ignored it. then a couple of hours later, my other kabarkada kalai* called me up about ice. turns out that ice was indeed not coming back... well, not coming back this january as she said, she's gonna come home in april. but then she'll have to leave again for the states 'cause they'll stay there na. i was shocked, i could hear kalai's sobs and i just said, "atik?". that was all i could think of saying. how pathetic, huh? anyway, that was it, i didn't believe it. but then a few minutes later, they said that it was true. wtf?!? again, i didn't know how to react. my friends were crying, and i was just there saying, "ha? why?" ngekngekngek. what a stupid thing to say, i mean my kabarkada... close friend, sister, kalokohan-mate, "sightseeing" mate... she's not gonna eat lunch with us, not gonna go to school with us, not gonna comment on movies and music videos and hot guys* with us over a nice cup of McDo sundae, not gonna spend valentine's day with us (char!), not gonna go through the hustle of the 4th quarter with us (lucky you, ice!), not gonna go through the last chapter of hs life with us, not gonna graduate with us! that sucks, man! although we'll still be chatting or sending pics and emails, it's not going to be the same... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;i chatted with her thru ym again after i heard the news, and she confirmed it. i didn't want to stress on the idea, so i just told her to "come home na, &lt;em&gt;uli na diri&lt;/em&gt;!" after the &lt;em&gt;kulitan&lt;/em&gt;, we talked about our kuyas. she's so crazy nyehehehe! "musta na kuya mo?" lolz, to think my bro was sitting beside me and reading the msgs with me. he was even shocked, "huh? bakit ako?" lolz! &lt;em&gt;*buing ka talaga, ice, one of a kind! nyeheheh*&lt;/em&gt; anyway, after everything, she said that she'll miss us. and that she's crying. see??? i think i'm the only one who's not crying! "oist, kwentuhan niyo pa rin ako ha? send me pics of pogi boys that 'magically' appear there in davao!" &lt;em&gt;*lolz, sira talaga to!*&lt;/em&gt; so i told her that it's a sure thing... everyday during vacation, every friday or free time during school days, and every IT session. and she talked about her spongebob goodies, well at least she has those to be happy about hehehe! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;somehow i think that we'll be okay. our friendship went through many trials and jagged roads already, but we turned out just fine... strong. so i guess this challenge would just be a little harder... but i mean, i'm not in it alone! all seven of us will take it together. i've been through this same thing when i graduated in gs when my also-bestfriend danica went to pisay to study. but hey, we're still bestfriends! still as close as ever! to think we only talked for about once in 6 months due to our busy scheds. so yeah, i mean, this one with ice is gonna be a breeze. i'm positive that we'll keep our friendship and sisterhood burning strong! kami pa, we'll get through anything as long as we have the spirit, faith, and one another... and the manicured nails and curled lashes (lolz, francelle!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;i wish i could type a closing for this entry... a closing that's fit for this special season... something carrie bradshaw would write. i wish i could. but i guess all i can say is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;blessed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*and to ice, thank you for the memories... everything! i love you sooooooooo much, my sistah! muah!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" style="WIDTH: 119px; HEIGHT: 165px" height="133" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/200/icebaybeh.jpg" width="111" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*ice... you will surely be missed by everyone*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-110388674567661375?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/110388674567661375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/110388674567661375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-christmas.html' title='my christmas'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-110381754107792701</id><published>2004-12-23T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T08:43:26.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sentimingaw</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;post-party blues&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;we had our annual reunion/christmas party today in our house. relatives from both parents' side were there. to be honest, i wasn't looking forward to the party at all. i dunno, for the past years, i had always been excited whenever the 23rd came about because it's our reunion again. this year though, i didn't feel the spirit. jeeez, i just realized that tomorrow is the 24th. it's really xmas! i dunno why i don't feel happy, to think i already posted tons of xmas photos! tsktsk. weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;well, i might as well give you a background of our party. it started (formally) at around 6pm. visitors came, and i picked up a friend in illustre. i also invited my bestfriend to the party, since she's like family anyway. my brother's girlfriend was there, and she was well received by my mother heheh! i like her outfit, &lt;em&gt;inggit ako hihihi! &lt;/em&gt;our relatives saw her and my brother, they're probably gushing because my brother is really torpe (supposedly, sorry kuya!). but anyway, as i said relatives came. my mom's amazing bestfriend was there too, with her kids. then my bro's kabarkadas came, my mom's friends were also there... so basically, those close to my heart were there. my family, bloodline. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;after bee* and trisha left, i went to my cousins to talk. iba talaga pag pamilya, connect agad! i love my titas VERRRY much. they're like my sisters, you know, except... they're just much older hehe! i'm not so close to my titos, but we do joke around. my insans, well i'm not really close to my paternal insans mainly because they live quite far from our house and we only see each other about twice a year, but andun pa rin ung spirit syempre. now my maternal insans, sobrang close kami! even if we won't see one another for years, we'd still be open and talk about everything! i love talking to my insan lot* because she's got a lot of common sense. she tells me things that i don't really know about, and she ends up explaining and excusing my ignorance. hehe! and she has a boyfriend now *haha*. so that's so nice. then there goes my mom's bestfriend's kids... who are really talkative, smart, cool and funny. i love them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;nyahay, i'm not really into pondering and everything... but damn, i have a GREAT family. we all come from different walks of life, and yet we are connected, bonded together by some force stronger than that holding diamond parts together *damn*. i'm proud to be a part of the clan. i love my kuyas and ates and titos and titas! and the insans!!! they rock! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;when my relatives left (at around 11:30 or so), i had the feeling of loneliness... or so i thought. but now as i type my thoughts down, it's not loneliness at all. it's joy... seeing them again and seeing that we're still one happy family. security, contentment, joy, bliss... for the past few days i went shopping for clothes, shoes, slippers, pants, skirts... well, you get the picture. but to be honest it seemed that i still wanted more, it was xmas and i still had the feeling of wanting to buy more stuff. maybe i was wrong, i already had the outfit... all i needed all along was a good crew to back me up. and that was one thing that i realized today... a day which was very different from the past xmas parties that i've had with my family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-110381754107792701?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/110381754107792701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/110381754107792701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2004/12/sentimingaw.html' title='sentimingaw'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-110377372091446023</id><published>2004-12-22T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T08:46:50.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>xmas and farewells</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;parrrty!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; WIDTH: 164px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid; HEIGHT: 206px" height="171" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/200/JAS4.jpg" width="141" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;jasmine's house&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;my friend and classmate jas* had her farewell-party-pero-hindi-na-man-talaga last night. we invited a lot of our past classmates, but only a few showed up. tsktsk, sayang... it was the last time pa na man sana. but anyhow, we had a great time there. jas's parents weren't there (for the early part) so it was cool, we had the whole house to ourselves. we ate, of course, then got down to our kalokohan and &lt;em&gt;kabuangan&lt;/em&gt;. the guys played basketball, hogged the ps2, sang and played the guitar, played basketball again, and ate in between every activity. the girls, we played taboo... and well our vanity was too strong to avoid, so we ended up taking all kinds of photos... pasuplada, pa-angel, pa-wind effect... hai! kids these days talaga... %;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;well, aiko went home earlier than most of us, then hazel, kate, lara went home too. the only ones left were the dysie boys, marx, kat, krish, rani, cari, and me. we decided to watch a movie, but we had a hard time choosing what to watch. so we ended up playing teken and button-bashing x's and triangles and squares. we laughed at the sight of this character named christie... and her resemblance to ethel booba. i won a couple.. ok, a LOT of fights there heheheh! but hai that was so fun, nice... therapeutic. hehe, well i missed those homies. and getting to spend a few hours with them in such a cozy-everything-is-there place was such a blessing. we haven't been hanging out that much lately, haven't even talked maybe. pero when we got there, it was like nothing happened. we were still the same noisy, witty, wacky, funny, amazing crowd/class. huhummm. buhay pa rin pala ang spirit ni berchmans sa amin... and well, it always will be alive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;here goes our vanity... the lower right pic has the girl-of-the-moment: jasmine (in white)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; WIDTH: 116px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid; HEIGHT: 127px" height="99" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/200/JAS2.jpg" width="117" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; WIDTH: 120px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid; HEIGHT: 126px" height="96" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/200/JAS3.jpg" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; WIDTH: 116px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid; HEIGHT: 125px" height="123" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/200/jas7.jpg" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" height="122" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/200/JAS6.jpg" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" height="121" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/200/JAS5.jpg" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just jas*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;well, as i said in an earlier post in this blog, jas* is gonna leave on the 27th for singapore where she'll be spending her highschool days. it's sad because jas* is one of my classmates since 1st yr, and she's one of the girls that i hang out with in the classroom. i've gotten to know her better, and she is, in every way, amazing. we will surely miss her. but then i guess i'm happy for her. we had talks about college and our careers during the boring cle periods, and i saw that she really wanted to be successful... and she will be! tsktsk, she's very shy... but she's also very brave for actually deciding to go to singapore. idol ko talaga yan! "yaan mo, kamille, susundan natin si jas sa singapore! pag mayaman na ako..." eli* told me about 2 months ago. and yes, i believe that we will! and when that day comes... hai it will be the start of a new era. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*good luck jas, kaya mo yan! luvs ya!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-110377372091446023?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/110377372091446023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/110377372091446023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2004/12/xmas-and-farewells.html' title='xmas and farewells'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-110268169073584191</id><published>2004-12-10T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T08:49:19.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>behind the display board...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;lichen... a common destiny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" style="WIDTH: 126px; HEIGHT: 111px" height="153" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/200/cabron6.jpg" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" style="WIDTH: 138px; HEIGHT: 111px" height="151" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/200/cabron4.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" style="WIDTH: 130px; HEIGHT: 110px" height="153" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/200/cabron5.jpg" width="187" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" style="WIDTH: 128px; HEIGHT: 130px" height="152" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/200/cabron10.jpg" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" style="WIDTH: 142px; HEIGHT: 130px" height="152" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/200/cabron3.jpg" width="193" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" style="WIDTH: 127px; HEIGHT: 130px" height="160" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/200/CABRON.jpg" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;no, definitely not! we have dreams... much greater than lichen! but looking back, we had one hell of a good time... from our 6-am-gising-na roadtrips to our kainan @ an ihaw-ihaw by the flyover and to the magdamagan-work (?) with the display board. i remember the eight of us planning about our roadtrip: "hoy, magising kayo nang maaga para maaga rin tayo matapos!" "o lagi, ragna pa ko!" "saan tayo lunch? waaah wala ako money! reimbursement ha???" yep, and with that we planned to meet at 5AM in MTS. crazy filipinos, we all arrived at 6AM (except for hard* and marx*) then left at 7AM. so much for all the planning. then of course came the roadtrip itself. we went to places with cool factories &lt;em&gt;a la &lt;/em&gt;the matrix, the airport where we planned to meet for our so-called flight to manila since we were certain we'd win in the regionals, the bukid-with-baka areas where we all marvelled at the rainbow... a lot more! i remember just sleeping in lara's van while listening to the nice tunes of opm songs (forevermore, kahit kailan... ). *sigh* then we whined like crazy when we had to get off the van to scrape stupid lichens off the barks. waaah, francelle walay himo! tulog lang nang tulog heheheh! haaai... then we had to do our tech paper of course, well we did some magic with the data to come up with results that were useful and smart hehe. and then our fave part was making the display board: color coding, arrow cutting, letterings galore, and the black cartolina! wipeee! we joined a couple of contests already, and we're still planning to join more hehehe! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;losersssssssssss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;the regionals were held just this tuesday and wednesday. we didn't win %=). but heck, ok lang heheh. ok na lang. can't do anythin bout it. besides, we were happy for the winners (like the nice girl na neighbor ng display board namin). and well, we simply laughed at the other losers who dragged their display boards out of the contest venue. hahaha, at least sa kami medyo patago namin kinaladkad ang board namin! lolz! plus we got to see the judges (from our contest last year din) again, and yep we laughed at mr.laki-katawan-liit-ulo hehehe. tsktsktsk, i guess masyado kaming nanlilibak ng judges and other contestants... talo tuloy kami! hehehe! as marx said, "we're not LOSERS. we just lost! oh wait, that's the same thing! bwahahahah!" whatever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-110268169073584191?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/110268169073584191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/110268169073584191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2004/12/behind-display-board.html' title='behind the display board...'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-110203497419399808</id><published>2004-12-02T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T08:57:04.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lichens</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;lichens are back!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; WIDTH: 134px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid; HEIGHT: 122px" height="126" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/200/ateneo.jpg" width="134" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; WIDTH: 142px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid; HEIGHT: 124px" height="145" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/200/lichens2.jpg" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; WIDTH: 139px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid; HEIGHT: 124px" height="135" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/200/kim_ish.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; WIDTH: 135px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid; HEIGHT: 144px" height="169" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/200/harbie2.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; WIDTH: 146px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid; HEIGHT: 148px" height="164" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/200/lichens.jpg" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; WIDTH: 133px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid; HEIGHT: 149px" height="164" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/200/marx.jpg" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;yes, the gang of 7 lichen hunters--tree scrapers are back due to popular demand... NOT! actually, we were desperate, we really wanted to go back! yup, it's the same old crap with the display board, lettering-layering-like-crazy, staying late in school, thinking about color schemes, and of course the usual kalokohan that made our group special... and winners! nyehehe, contest's up on dec7 &amp;amp; 8, in dcnhs. i'm quite scared of goin there, but heck anyway they don't have to know we're ateneans... well, bad luck if they figure that we are... which is most likely the case. anyway, i don't care we came there for the contest... and the fun of being together again. go lichens! ahhchickobaybeh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El Crimen del Padre Zenitram*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;ateneo has a new president! is that a good thing? i dunno, i guess. but it came in bad timing because we found it hard to ask the school for money to make our lichen project. we had to pay for it ourselves (yes, babayaran kita ishee* ehehe). and then they told us to give the receipt for all our lichen expenses kasi they'll just pay us after... the same old dirty reimbursement excuse. hindi na ako umaasang babayaran pa kami. whatever! screw the new president, hehe joke lang. huh, hypocrites talaga! acting all proper and clean just because we have a new president. huh! it's sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;walang pasok!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;my mom woke me up this morning... i had a phonecall from my good friend lara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;lara: kim, walang pasok! tawagan ko skul!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;kim: (still very sleepy) uhh, haa? yey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;lara: oo, mabuti kasi isang oras lang ang tulog ko!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;kim: okay! yey! tas meet pa rin tayo for lichen ha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;lara: ok, sige mamyang hapon na lang para tulogpa ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;kim: okies. buhbye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;lara: bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;*i received other calls similar to that... and yes, the relief and happiness were all the same.* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;i was... well, still is, very happy that we don't have classes today. mainly because i wasn't ready for our presentation in filipino... which by the way, is everyone's worst subject. i dunno, but somehow our teacher changed (she wouldn't admit it though). but still, we wanna give a good presentation. so this whole no class thing was really a blessing... for someone who lives in faraway davao. the reason behind the no-class-yey cheer was not a good one, though. yoyong destroyed many homes, roads... got lives... and stole everyone's chance for a happy xmas. tsktsk, cause of this... i feel guilty about just sitting here and enjoying the good morning sun that we have here in davao. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;the storm... that was just cruel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;peace!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-110203497419399808?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/110203497419399808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/110203497419399808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2004/12/lichens.html' title='lichens'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-110156111634663127</id><published>2004-11-27T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T07:03:26.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a busy bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0060;"&gt;my home... just for today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 474px; HEIGHT: 203px" height="378" src="http://www.hagonoy.com/poblacion/z_poblacion_jollibee03.jpg" width="676" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;cle labor exposure program&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;jollibee @ victoria plaza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;november 27, '04 from 10am to 7pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me and a bunch of assholes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i have no idea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i am a mcdo baby. give me large fries, and i'd be very happy... ecstatic, even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, my classmates and i were given a chance to work in a fastfood chain, specifically jollibee... all in the name of experience. we were oriented exactly a week ago. so i thought that i already know how to do it, huh no sweat but upon arriving at the place this morning, i felt like a total idiot for being there, gawking at how fast the crew do their stuff. no sweat, &lt;em&gt;pala ha? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was assigned to help out at the counter... you know, assemble the orders of the customer the right and &lt;em&gt;walang tanga-tanga &lt;/em&gt;way. at first i was just observing ate miaka*. she gave me info about her job and mine. so all i did was nod, nod, nod. i understood it, &lt;em&gt;pero mahirap! nakakataranta! &lt;/em&gt;to think there were just a few customers pa since it was only 10 am. puff, i feel so darn... shitty, no other word to describe it (sometimes, &lt;em&gt;crappy&lt;/em&gt; aint enough).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;11:00... lunch time for most people. i was still trying to swallow everything when these customers barged in like crazy... believe me, it was as if they all came in like one poof! lolz, forgive my grammar, it's really shocking! anyway, &lt;em&gt;sobrang&lt;/em&gt; busy &lt;em&gt;na ang&lt;/em&gt; counters. they were all shouting &lt;em&gt;SDL 4 please&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;PC, 2 SPR ready to go.&lt;/em&gt; what??? &lt;em&gt;ano raw??? &lt;/em&gt;i was already getting the hang of it... til they started yelling those codenames that were too weird for me to decipher. hahai, again i felt like an asshole. &lt;em&gt;sagabal lang ako doon! &lt;/em&gt;buhu, i wanted to go home back to my bed. lunch time... hai, that was so scary. &lt;em&gt;madugo!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our ma'am there... err, i forgot her name, told us that we can already have our lunch break (12PM). so we all gave huge sighs of relief when we heard that. we immediately gave our orders (hehe, free lunch... &lt;em&gt;abusuhin na!!!) &lt;/em&gt;we were only given 30 minutes to eat and talk, &lt;em&gt;grabe 2 hours pa lang&lt;/em&gt;, we're already tired of standing. i drank my coke like crazy. hai, &lt;em&gt;sarap ng buhay. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, i didn't wanna go back to the counter anymore. traumatized, numb, blind... okay, so the first 2 hours were hell... but i guess the next hours should be fun since we were more aware of the situation. there were few people coming in, so that was good. we were called inside their stockroom for a little orientation... again, darn can't these guys be more discrete with saying, or implying, that we actually suck??? anyway, we stayed there for 30 minutes. &lt;em&gt;then labas na naman sa battlefield. &lt;/em&gt;and that was when the fun began!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0060;"&gt;employee of the day... acknowledge that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #cc99ff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #cc99ff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #cc99ff 2px solid; WIDTH: 171px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #cc99ff 2px solid; HEIGHT: 139px" height="164" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/200/me!.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yep, that's me in my uniform... black slacks, black shoes, black socks, white polo shirt (tucked), and the jollibee cap! yes, i look like a total dork... yet very 'employee', don't ya think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;anyway, i helped assemble the food:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;drinks first, yes i did some magic with the coke-dispenser-push-labas-coke-shoot-sa-cup machine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;styro food next, from spaghetti to palabok to chicken joy to jolly hotdog. i enjoyed preparing the gravy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;burgers third, regular yum to cheese yum to cheese&amp;mushroom to TLC... yep, been there, done that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;fries last, mainly because they are most prone to losing their hot temperature... darn fries! jay* taught me how to prepare the fries, but it was complicated and hot hehe. i didn't wanna go through the hassle of weighing the pack, so i avoided that job hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;along with that, of course, would be putting the utensils and the straw and the &lt;em&gt;sangkatutak&lt;/em&gt; na tissue (diba kat? ehehehe). yep, kat and i did that perfectly well... for rookies, that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;*to the customers, if ever you order, make sure you read the list first before blurting our your vague orders. like these two girls said they want 6 orders of value meal number 1... logically that's six drinks. but they insisted that they have five drinks. we (kat, me, and cashier) just laughed it off... and yes, we did figure our what they really wanted, and meant. another customer ordered so many things that were just crazy. i was shocked at how one can eat one pc chicken joy (drumstick) with 4 cups of rice! what? and another thing i noticed: when couples turn up at the counter, it could turn out to be a nightmare. why? here goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;girl acts really shy... like she doesn't wanna eat because she doesn't want boy to see her eat. boy insists on ordering a spaghetti-chicken-icedtea meal. girl says, "ikaw bahala..." boy feels defeated and says they eat the burger-fries-coke meal. girl looks at the list again, and says they order chicken joy. boy nods and says the order to &lt;em&gt;the ang-corny-niyo-lang-hiya&lt;/em&gt;-founded cashier. girl changes her mind and says they order the burger meal instead. boy gets annoyed and they end up eating palabok and burger. they also decide to just share a drink, so boy orders one large iced tea. cashier quickly encodes the order in the lil computer thing, so that if the couple again changes their mind, she could use that lame &lt;em&gt;aayyy sir di na pwedeng palitan na-punch ko na po &lt;/em&gt;excuse. and it works, cashier is triumphant... with the couple left blaming each other for saying that order. &lt;em&gt;enjoy your meal sir, come again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last few hours...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #cc99ff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #cc99ff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #cc99ff 2px solid; WIDTH: 161px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #cc99ff 2px solid; HEIGHT: 149px" height="164" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/200/jbee.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tired, exhausted... yet enjoy na man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;huh, &lt;em&gt;madugo&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;ang pagiging isang jollibee worker. &lt;/em&gt;but hey, we enjoyed the last four hours. the boys were obviously having fun with their job as cleaners and pending-people. and kat and i had fun, too. that was sooo cool. &lt;em&gt;kahit pagod na, go pa rin!&lt;/em&gt; jeez, if only i could apply that in studying hehe! hmmm... in jollibee, you meet people from different walks of life. the customers were ranging from hip barkadas to simple families... to rugged loners, even. being behind the counter gives you that sense of wanting to serve the person in front of you... even if he's cute or not hehe! seriously, though. because of this experience, i now have a great respect for the people at jollibee. they were all friendly, serious, funny, wacky, smart, patient, hardworking... somehow i will miss working there. yes, my head hurts, my back aches, my legs and feet are killing me... but they were nothing compared to the fulfillment and joy i got in return. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;yes, i am a mcdo baby... give me large fries, and i'd be happy. but after everything, i believe i can say that i love jollibee. &lt;em&gt;sa bagay, pinoy na man ako eh... proud to be, syempre. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;acknowledge&lt;/em&gt;? acknowledge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-110156111634663127?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/110156111634663127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/110156111634663127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2004/11/busy-bee.html' title='a busy bee'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-110147457620931673</id><published>2004-11-26T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T07:20:07.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>perfect day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;feast day am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; WIDTH: 180px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid; HEIGHT: 160px" height="236" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/320/kim_022.jpg" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;mga gago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;no, we didn't have pandesal for our celebration (thank god!). we ate lunch together... as a class, although our tatay came late. we formed this edgy U with tables in the canteen... &lt;em&gt;para magmukhang galing sa class fund ang pera namin at hindi KKB hehe. &lt;/em&gt;but damn that was a good fiesta. we also had siopao, nuts, marshmallows, muchkins, coke, and cake. that was it, then we were all full and happy. other year levels decorated their classroom and did all this craziness (hehe, sourgraping) that was quite unnecessary. &lt;em&gt;pero ok lang, basta celebration namin astig. andun na lahat! &lt;/em&gt;yeah berchmans!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sir onat was not around, so ma'am libay had to substitute for homeroom period. even if we had a group project for history, we dumped the idea of brainstorming and considered our passions instead. out of complete boredom and &lt;em&gt;katamaran&lt;/em&gt;, a few classmates and i sang to our sad friend marcus. it started with the song, "nanghihinayang" by jeremiah (lol). then it suddenly shifted to xmas songs. ma'am libay seemed annoyed with all the noise (not music), but we didn't care. it was our fiesta. we were all running out of songs to sing, so we started a sing-dance number instead. we stood on the platform and sang... with matching snap-snap, "give love on xmas day" and "whenever i see boys and girls..." (what the hell is the title of that song???). marcus already joined us, until we were all 10 crazy, drunk students. we still had 30 minutes to kill. we decided to present to our class, who were also doing their own form of craziness, the twelve days of xmas. we wrote the lyrics on the board since not everyone memorized them. &lt;em&gt;tas&lt;/em&gt; came the short "briefing" and then we started na. it went like this: there were 12 days, we were only 10. so we just merged the first day and the 5th day. then one by one we sang the giftline of the song, which was assigned earlier. then ayun we presented it na with actions. we looked so damn silly, &lt;em&gt;mga walang hiya&lt;/em&gt;. it was really &lt;em&gt;biglaan&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;nadala na lang kami sa pagiging&lt;/em&gt; spontaneous ng moment. i'm bad at narrating, so i won't provide you with further details. &lt;em&gt;pero astig talaga un, enjoy! &lt;/em&gt;huh, we received tons of cheers for that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;because of that &lt;em&gt;kalokohan&lt;/em&gt;, i became more comfy with my class. &lt;em&gt;ok na lahat, i have a great class pala. &lt;/em&gt;kaya i'm so excited about doing activities with them because i'll know 40% would be work, 60% would be friendship and &lt;em&gt;kalokohan&lt;/em&gt;. yey! happy feast day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;i'm not in the mood to share the day, really. not in the mood. but i gotta say that this is one of the highlights of junior year. &lt;em&gt;astig&lt;/em&gt;! the whole day, my male classmates were singing paolo santos's "perfect day" with marcel on guitars, of course. so yep, i can't agree more. it's indeed a perfect day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-110147457620931673?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/110147457620931673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/110147457620931673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2004/11/perfect-day.html' title='perfect day'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-110137558264512771</id><published>2004-11-25T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T07:27:19.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a day of rest...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;transport strike&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;what i love about transport strikes is... well, just that there are no classes! what i hate about them is that one can never be sure about it! television announces everything, but the information only applies to those living in manila. anyway, friends told me that there were no classes. one said "meron ui! am here at skul!" haaai, just a minute ago i was rejoicing and now i'm sulking because indeed i had to go to school. but i arrived there a bit later than i usually do, and i had to hire a cab to get there. huh, that's P50 off my allowance for the day tsktsk. i did the usual copying of assignments, then our prefect interrupted everything with his announcement. students were shouting "walang klase" like crazy. so yes, it turned out that way. huh, so much for the P50! hehe, forgive me for being &lt;em&gt;kuripot, malapit na ang pasko!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;since there were no jeepneys, i had to call my dad to pick me up. thankfully, they were on their way to my mom's office. so even if i wanted to go home directly to go back to sleep, i was stuck in our office instead. it was depressing because i wanted to watch tv. great thing though that my dad suggested that we go watch a movie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alexander... err, not quite &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; great&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/320/alexander_onesheet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; WIDTH: 165px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 2px solid; HEIGHT: 163px" height="320" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/320/alexander_onesheet.jpg" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/320/alexander_onesheet.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;i watched alexander today. i didn't quite like it because it was lengthy. or... heck i just didn't like it at all! arthur was way better. although the movie had a kick-ass cast, beautiful quotes, nice visuals... i still didn't quite like it. when someone is about to die (which happened about 4 times), the men just said "be strong, be brave..." waaah, can't they rephrase it or something &lt;em&gt;para na man maiba sa&lt;/em&gt; previous dying scene? i was also annoyed because the other people in the movie house were acting all ignorant when alexander was saying sweet nothings to his bestfriend. i agree that the movie portrayed alexander in a &lt;em&gt;gay &lt;/em&gt;way, but that's really how they are. curse those silly movie goers! anyway, i was disappointed because i thought that alexander was a good movie... a la troy. but it wasn't the worst movie, in all fairness hehe! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meet my classroom crush...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/320/Large%20Teddy%20Bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; WIDTH: 143px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 2px solid; HEIGHT: 145px" height="267" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/320/Large%2520Teddy%2520Bear.jpg" width="213" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;no, you silly bum! i'm not going to reveal his name! but i think he's as cute as this teddy bear. nyehehe, bee* knows who he is. and she's not telling you, either! it's a sacred secret, and if it will be revealed, i swear i'll kill myself. hmm... my &lt;em&gt;real &lt;/em&gt;crush is about a thousand miles away, so until he comes home, &lt;em&gt;kay classroom crush muna ako&lt;/em&gt;. hmm... want a hint? he is 13a53e14. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;bilib ako pag nahulaan mo!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;long live st. john berchmans!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;it's the feast day of st. john berchmans today. yep, our class fiesta, supposedly. but due to the strike, we weren't able to celebrate it. so we had to suffer the pains of coming early tomorrow for the daily mass at the ateneo chapel. then we'll have a simple celebration, as sir onat said. yes, we'll have pandesal... with bacon spread this time, since it's a special occasion. to be honest, i really dunno anything about my section's saint. i know ignatius and xavier... but berchmans? who's he? tomorrow i will try my best to know more about him... maybe, if fr. millar's homily would allow me to. if anything, i know his name rocks! i love it now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bee's sweet-as-honey moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; WIDTH: 181px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 2px solid; HEIGHT: 159px" height="262" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/320/kim_france%20copy.jpg" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/320/kim_france.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;although i really shouldn't broadcast my bestfriend's lovelife... &lt;em&gt;la lang, magkasama sila ni ming* kanina!&lt;/em&gt; YAHOO! nyehehe! oh, this pic was taken about a year ago... when my phone was fresh from the store nyehe! and yes, she looks stupid in the pic haha! she was still &lt;em&gt;loveless &lt;/em&gt;then wakeke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ajss application form&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;huh, i still haven't read the app form... but i caught a glimpse of a sentence which said "&lt;em&gt;On a separate sheet of paper, write an essay about how you see yourself as a person". &lt;/em&gt;don't get me wrong, i love essays... with topics like amercanization, politics, fashion, the world! not about myself! huh, this is going to be tough, i tell you. well, i hope i pass!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-110137558264512771?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/110137558264512771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/110137558264512771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2004/11/day-of-rest.html' title='a day of rest...'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-110128783862168997</id><published>2004-11-24T01:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T07:34:54.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>defending will*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whatever will happen to grace if will doesn't exist?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; WIDTH: 152px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid; HEIGHT: 180px" height="200" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/200/marky.2.jpg" width="196" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;no, the guy in the picture is not a gay... at least, that's what i &lt;em&gt;choose&lt;/em&gt; to believe. in our cle class, our topic was &lt;u&gt;homosexuals&lt;/u&gt;. to get the feel of the lesson, we sat through a... well, &lt;em&gt;disgusting &lt;/em&gt;and uncomfortable film: ang lalaki sa buhay ni selya. clearly, we weren't prepared for all the love scenes between ricky davao and his male counterpart. to be honest, i watched the scenes... but not without the frequent shutting of eyes and weird shivers down my spine. after about three days of watching the film, our teacher organized a mock trial (on court). i, along with my friend marcus*, volunteered as the lawyers of the defendant. the plaintiff had equally good lawyers, fino* and kev*. the case: same sex marriage. the parents of the defendant were against the idea, of course. that's why it ended up in court. i don't have any idea on how to introduce the client, the witnesses, the evidences, etc. that's why i thought of myself as a sissy talking like an intellectual in front of my eager classmates. but heck, i'm here to learn. so be it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;so why did i take the part of the gays? well, i don't know anyone who was gay and got married to another man. i guess it rarely happens in davao city. if ever there were any, i'm sure they're hiding now. i took the part of the guys mainly because i believe that they, too, are human beings. they have feelings, emotions, freedom and rights just like everyone else. even if i just laugh my head off when my older brother complains about gay guys staring at him, i somehow feel for them when it comes to marriage and other social issues that are important in one's life-- whether staight or not. i guess gays are very tired of being discriminated almost everyday. sure, everyone needs to prove themselves once in a while, but gays do that every single day! what's up with that? i guess it's time to give them a break. they aren't dogs, you know. they are, in every way, human beings like ourselves. besides, our mock trial involves a whole lot of complicated issues and twists, and that pushed me even harder to do my share in the gay's &lt;em&gt;hiyaw&lt;/em&gt;. come what may, i promise i will look at homosexuals as persons worthy of respect. %=)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what makes a guy straight?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;for three years now, my male friends and i have been debating &lt;em&gt;silently, &lt;/em&gt;hoping to prove whether a certain friend of ours is gay or not. again, i choose to believe that he isn't... despite the many reasons and evidences that my male friends showed me. but then again, i'm back to my number one question... what makes a guy straight? what makes him gay? so, after about a minute of thinking, i came up with my list of what... who, straight guys are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Lalaki ako!*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;taken from a klutz's perspective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Real men appreciate the good looks of other men... and they'll never admit it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Real men control their anger and their fists when they are provoked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Real men say sorry; consequently, they also know how to forgive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Real men are vain in their own &lt;em&gt;macho&lt;/em&gt; way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Real men value friendship over everything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Real men have their own &lt;em&gt;egotistic&lt;/em&gt; flaw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Real men can handle responsibility and they don't run away from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Real men lighten up the burden of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Real men are sensitive and humble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Real men laugh along when jokes are centered at them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Real men respect their mothers and sisters (huh!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Real men have a sense of direction (definitely a must!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Real men remain calm when circumstances are already harsh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Real men know how and when to &lt;em&gt;have a good time&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Real men simply can't live without females. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;notice that my list is veeery broad and general... well, i really don't want to sound &lt;em&gt;tumitira&lt;/em&gt;, so i'll leave it as that. you be the judge! anyway, this is just a list that i came up with. it really isn't my basis of testing whether a guy is straight or not... as if i wanted to! no, i wouldn't risk my health and my time to such pointless &lt;em&gt;revelation. whatever! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-110128783862168997?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/110128783862168997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/110128783862168997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2004/11/defending-will.html' title='defending will*'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-110095511196185798</id><published>2004-11-20T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T08:01:26.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jollibeekid</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;merry xmas y'all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid" height="229" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/320/weirdo%20copy.1.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;santa's babies lost in the dept store...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;langhap sawap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;as a kid, i loooved jollibee! especially their spaghetti (well, when i was a kid that was the only food i know anyway). but these days, spaghetti is still the thing i eat there... mainly because that's the only product that i'm familiar with. mcflurry, twister fries, mcfloat, happy meal... now these are what i'm in love with right now. mcdonald's is my second home! it's just sooo amazing how one bad turn can turn into a good one once i step into ronald's store! so my jollibee fantasy as a kid no longer exists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;but hey, i guess i'm so damn &lt;em&gt;lucky&lt;/em&gt; because our class was assigned to work in jbee stores all over the city... all in the name of the school's cle program. i have nothing against it, but jollibee??? i was actually thinking that i'd work in musiczone or toykingdom... maybe even mcdonald's (but i never really considered anything that had sumthin to do with dining). waaah! so next saturday, it'll be like hell for me in jollibee victoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kanina we had our orientation. what's the meaning of jollibee... why jollibee... rules or jollibee... honestly, last night i thought that the orientation would be... well, torture! i don't wanna work in jollibee! but hey, surprisingly, i had lots of fun kaninang morning. my fave part of the orientation was the "how to take ur customer's order". i never really noticed, but turns out that when a jbee person takes ur order, the logo (on the tray) actually faces the customer. then the styro, drinks-- all with logos, also face the customer. i never thought that they were &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; "precise". tas we were also told that one of "goals" of each jbee cashier is to keep the customer spending. how? "you want fries with that? how about a large coke? peach mango pie, too? great, those'll be an additional P30!" sheesh, i kinda get annoyed when they do that. but now i understand. heheh, smart-ass crew! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;like i said, i didn't have any dreams of working in fastfood chains. the busy atmosphere just scares me! and, to think i'm so klutzy by nature, i guess i would just spill the drinks everywhere! jeeez, i'm really &lt;em&gt;kabado&lt;/em&gt; with the whole idea. &lt;em&gt;sana &lt;/em&gt;i'll just mop the place, then go home. oh well, no chance in hell i guess. better give it my best shot, besides i think it'll be cool to have that experience. i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;dunno how that'll turn out, really. but whatever happens, u'll know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;raiding jasmine's house&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;after the orientation (halfday lang,. &lt;em&gt;sayang&lt;/em&gt;! lolz), a few classmates and i went to mcdo to eat. lolz, &lt;em&gt;traydor&lt;/em&gt;! then we went to the house of our very good classmate jasmine*, who'll be leaving for spore in december. seeing her again was great! she was sooo kind to let us in her huge house. there, we made our storyline for our school's contest: sayawit. although the classroom deco was really my priority, i guess it wouldn't hurt to do &lt;em&gt;some more&lt;/em&gt; right? luckily, we came up with a tentative yet brilliant plan... after marvelling at jasmine's room, of course. we only spent about 30 minutes making the plot. then after everything, all we did was play! it was sooo fun! waaah, it's a good thing i went along! when we were about to leave na, marcus* had this &lt;em&gt;pakipot&lt;/em&gt; effect with the &lt;em&gt;binignit&lt;/em&gt;. he ended up eating it anyway, then &lt;em&gt;alis na kami&lt;/em&gt;. so this day had the best of both worlds i think... my classmates are cool, am proud of them! tsktsk, tres bmans astig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;excited for college???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;i borrowed a couple of et reviewers from jasmine. i dunno, i wanna go to college... but not graduate from highschool just yet! i wanna go to admu... but i'll still apply for up and la salle... &lt;em&gt;wala lang, para may masabi&lt;/em&gt; hehehe! but i guess my course would just be (1) medicine or (2) computer. i don't know!!! how can one find out what he/she wants to do for the rest of his/her life?!? it's a mystery! what if i get bored? what if i'm not having fun anymore? can i shift just like that? no! it's scary... good thing highschool &lt;em&gt;pa ako&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-110095511196185798?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/110095511196185798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/110095511196185798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2004/11/jollibeekid.html' title='jollibeekid'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-110086098033107309</id><published>2004-11-19T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T08:03:07.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>xmas wishlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;say what???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/320/indextop20041026.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid" height="149" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/200/indextop20041026.1.jpg" width="172" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;waaa! mars, bili mo ako nito! lolz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;just the other month, ishee* and i dumped our bestfriend's super-cool-to-the-max birthday party just to pass our entry for the Intel fair. we were practically teary-eyed when we arrived @ the party an hour late, with all the food gone... and having a happy meal in hand, thanks to the &lt;em&gt;awa&lt;/em&gt; of my our bestfriend. i actually cursed Intel, waaah! but this morning, my groupmate (for that contest entry) told me, "ey, lichen ulit tayo? go to chix." i was really shocked... i didn't expect that our entry would still pass the division level because our application forms weren't complete (we actually forged our moms' signatures, and the left the medical certificate blank!). but hey, God is good! so i laughed like hell kaninang morning! yey, another contest with the ultra-funny licheneers! yey!!! *guys, i can't wait! excused na naman tayo sa class!!!* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;christmas is here!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;when i woke up this mornin, our kitchen and our living room had already been decorated with tons and tons of make-believe vines and xmas lights! our house was never this beautiful... definitely homemagazine-worthy! i mean, it's november na pala!!! just a few more days before Christmas!!! yehey! okay, i know it's quite early pa... but here, i would like to present my wishlist this Christmas =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kim's Christmas Sana's...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;peace of mind for my family ~~ &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; nothing beats this wish. nuff said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a reunion with my closest friends @ pisay ~~ &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i'm no longer attached to my gradeschool class, but seeing my former classmates again would be really cool. i'd like to see how much, or little, we've changed after 3 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a whole day of bonding with my awesome barkada ~~ &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i guess it's time for us to finally have a sleepover! that'll be sooo nice, and i'm sure we have a lot of things to discover (still) about ourselves and our friendship. *icequeen, tara lets sa house nyo ha? lolz!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a reunion with 2berchmans (2003-2004) ~~ &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my family! this is a must, especially this xmas 'cause a xavier-baby will be leaving ateneo! she* will need a whole lot of beautiful memories with the class that totally loved her personality and her beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a rockin xmas party with 3berchmans (2004-2005) ~~ &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my new class is awesome in its own way. i'd like us to have a very cool party this xmas (with lots of lechon de leche from ASEC, of course! lolz!) kick ass!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a day @ the salon ~~ &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; amidst my klutzy facade... i'm still one of the kikay girls who would choose a mani-pedi over a perfect score in the chem exam. vanity is my only vice &lt;em&gt;nga na man&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a laptop and an iPod ~~ &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i'm a gadget freak! i'm in love with technology. having these would make me the happiest klutz in the universe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;an intimidating professional camera ~~ &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i'm a frustrated photographer, i loooove taking pics... of the afternoon sky in particular. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a driver's license ~~ &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; although i'm still underage, having one would definitely boost my wallet's ego. lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a giant hotpink beanbag for a bed ~~ &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i don't wanna sleep in my oh-so-everyone-has-it bed. beanbags are the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a plane ticket ~~ &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; now i would give this to kalai's* boyfriend so that he could fly over here in davao! i definitely have to "rate" him for kalai* lolz! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a pair of red contact lenses ~~ &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the ones i have now are natural, so having those of darth maul would be sooo &lt;em&gt;astig&lt;/em&gt; for christmas. i wouldn't even have to wear clothes, i'd be fully dressed with it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a date with tim yap ~~ &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hahaha, this guy is definitely not my type... but it would be cool to get to know someone who's waaay unique and bold. i looove u tim! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a serenade from paolo santos ~~ &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i went to a couple of his gigs, and he's very &lt;em&gt;kakainlove. *&lt;/em&gt;sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a new pair of guess? shades ~~ &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wearing shades somehow gives me the feeling of being untouchable. you can't see me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marcel's guitar talent ~~ &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; if you talk to this guy, you'll be so confused 'cause of his philosophical questions... you'll think he's stupid and weird. but once he starts playing the guitar... you'll be lulled by the chords and you'll end up feeling so talentless! waaaah! idol ko toh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a gig with a cool band ~~ &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i know it sounds sooo sissy, but it's my dream to performing a la barbie almalbis. for one night, i would like to feel the thrill of being onstage and performing for a crazy crowd. having a chance like that would blow me away for sure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a ball gown ~~ &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this is sooo dumb, but i want to wear a beautiful dress. then i'd wear a fresh-flower tiara, and then i'll have fairy wings! that'll make me feel sooooooooo nice... inside and out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a visit to my ate ~~ &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; last nov1, i wasn't able to come with my parents when they lighted my ate's colorful candles. now, i wanna be the one to light those candy-colored candles for her. it'll feel so peaceful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a Christmas mass with my family ~~ &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i love having that warm, secure and peaceful feeling of celebrating Christmas mass with the most important people in my life. we'll have dinner after, of course. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a day with &gt;A&lt; ~~ &gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i'd like to spend the season with my numberone... hehe crush for 4 years now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-110086098033107309?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/110086098033107309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/110086098033107309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2004/11/xmas-wishlist.html' title='xmas wishlist'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-110026173816787876</id><published>2004-11-12T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T08:08:35.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;the cereal killers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; WIDTH: 262px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid; HEIGHT: 220px" height="214" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/320/Cereal_Killers%5B3%5D..jpg" width="265" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*the cereal killers pax sign*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;these are the guys that i will forever miss... even if we still see each other along the corridors, having one another in just one classroom is really far different from that. this is a pic taken just a few months ago, during the last days of sophomore year... the last days when we were just &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kamille, bakit ba ang lufet ng world???" theNobody asked me as he was copying my assignment. to be honest, i dunno! sooo ironic... these days, people can't seem to keep their promise anymore. people can't seem to just stay put... people can't just keep their mouths shut... people can't accept reality... yes, human life is really difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about a month ago, i found out that our very close classmate (since first year) is gonna leave for singapore in december to study there. and just this morning, it seemed that she was really gonna leave... quite sad, but all we're doing is making the best out of the little time that's left. it doesn't get any more &lt;em&gt;totoo&lt;/em&gt; that this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during lunch time, my &lt;em&gt;vintage&lt;/em&gt; friends and i talked about &lt;em&gt;separation&lt;/em&gt;. well, in a class like ours, we have the same classmates all throughout highschool. at least, that's what the principal told us. but just last year, when everyone thought that we'd still be classmates, we were shocked to see the sectioning changed. whatever happened to the promise??? i'm comfy with my class now, but it's not the same. there are new people that i want to retain (they're great, i luv em), but there are still those that have become &lt;em&gt;hilas &lt;/em&gt;just because they're already in our section. it sux!!! get outta here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was pretty much our first taste of separation. i was separated from my soooper close friends, but thankfully i've grown closer to my other friends now. &lt;em&gt;pag lunch time, or break time, kami talaga ang nagkukumpulan. solid talaga ang bond namin syempre. &lt;/em&gt;then of course comes the usual departure of other close friends. then now, it's jas* who's leaving for spore! waaah, who's next??? we're all very vulnerable. tsktsk, &lt;em&gt;sayang i was getting to know jas better pa na man! haaai!&lt;/em&gt; quite annoying, time is never my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope one day, i would get the feel of good ol' victory again. it's all too much, we have enough pressures and problems to deal with... &lt;em&gt;ayaw na sana namin ng "miss u" blues... &lt;/em&gt;but i am positive that all of us would get to pose that astig pax sign again. someday someday someday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*jas, good luck in spore! luvs ya!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//to qualify for 1st honors, one must reach an average of at least 95%... guess what, i got a 94.75%, just 1 point (to the card) away. it sux, congratulate me for being a klutz//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-110026173816787876?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/110026173816787876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/110026173816787876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2004/11/gone.html' title='gone'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9029177.post-109972386099482016</id><published>2004-11-05T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T08:12:17.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cleaning up</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0060;"&gt;i am now a blogger!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/320/ateneo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #cc99ff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #cc99ff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #cc99ff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #cc99ff 2px solid" height="210" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/320/ateneo.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sunset a la ateneo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;i took this pic early this year, @ around 5:45 pm, in the middle of the ateneo soccer field. we stayed late because we had to finish our entry for a contest (the next day), so i could say that a scene like this one is definitely one of the freebies for being &lt;em&gt;masipag &lt;/em&gt;(?) lolz! anyway, i might as well post this pic as my &lt;em&gt;panimula &lt;/em&gt;since i cleaned my blog today. so guys, meet &lt;em&gt;imelda&lt;/em&gt;, my blogü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/320/room.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ff99ff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ff99ff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ff99ff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ff99ff 2px solid" height="230" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/2063/320/room.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mi santuario&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;this mornin, i also cleaned my room. no more papers, dust, guitar tab print-outs, messy illustrations, etc... it is again back to its organized state, but i bet in about 2 days it'll be a dumpsite again. tsktsk, i'm sooo clumsy when it comes to these things. ooooh, and that's hoodie the bear over there! a gift from my kuya. and there's spongebob (stereo), he vibrates when you pull his tie thing. anyway, this is just half of my room. my &lt;em&gt;pahinga&lt;/em&gt; corner. what you guys couldn't see is the part of my room where i do the dirty work of studying, drawing, enjoying vanity (my dresser)... well, you get the picture. anyway, don't have anything good to say about it anymore. so we'll leave it at that. waaah, i still have to do my noli me tangere report pa pala! haiiii.... ayt pax! i'm outta here! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9029177-109972386099482016?l=thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/109972386099482016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9029177/posts/default/109972386099482016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairyisaklutz.blogspot.com/2004/11/cleaning-up.html' title='cleaning up'/><author><name>kim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603268373656905302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/kimsantiagocomilang/.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
