<?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-7607686</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:48:06.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blagadagdag</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>179</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-114983071072499995</id><published>2006-06-09T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T11:43:29.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You've gotta be shitting me.</title><content type='html'>Who am I kidding? Who the &lt;u&gt;fuck&lt;/u&gt; am I kidding?

ARGH.

Of course I can't shut down this blog. =(

Eeeeee. Most of my memories &amp;amp; all that jazz are all here.

Oh well.

Ay, Ewan.

&lt;s&gt;This'll probably be my last entry though.&lt;/s&gt; But, &lt;strong&gt;I'm not shutting down this blog.&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-114983071072499995?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/114983071072499995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=114983071072499995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114983071072499995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114983071072499995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2006/06/youve-gotta-be-shitting-me.html' title='You&apos;ve gotta be shitting me.'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-114966973112572559</id><published>2006-06-07T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T16:42:12.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YM &amp; Cartoons Keep Me Sane</title><content type='html'>The house is a &lt;strong&gt;mess&lt;/strong&gt;: kids screaming around, adults -whacking the kids' butt with their rough, hard palms, spill here, crumbs there.... and ululations every now &amp; then.

I want to have a normal life: a normal family, a normal "house"... be a normal kid and all. Hmm... &lt;u&gt;I guess I'm always going to want something I cannot have.&lt;/u&gt;

Why do I have to deal with this anyway? Ehm, actually I &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt;. I just stay locked up here in my parents' room, where the computer's at &amp;amp; occasionally go out of the room to watch anime on TV, (In case you're wondering what I do when I'm hungry or thirsty, there are resources here in my parents' room &amp;amp; there's a bathroom too. Hehe.) but I can't help but be disturbed, the noise, the screaming. Eeeee!!! It's just enough to drive anyone nuts!!! Anyway, I'm not just about to tell you why the house is such a mess. Some other time soon, maybe? Hehe. Topic is very sensitive.

I should've updated yesterday: June 6, 2006 &lt;em&gt;[06.06.06]&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
Pwahahaha. Lame excuse for an update eh? Eeeee. Oh well.

So um. There. A brief moment of clarity now. The screaming stopped. &lt;strong&gt;Finally.&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Happy 4th Month. &lt;333&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-114966973112572559?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/114966973112572559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=114966973112572559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114966973112572559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114966973112572559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2006/06/ym-cartoons-keep-me-sane.html' title='YM &amp; Cartoons Keep Me Sane'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-114949392163360439</id><published>2006-06-05T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T15:52:01.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wonders of Y!M</title><content type='html'>Bwahaha. I &lt;strong&gt;can&lt;/strong&gt; still manage to stay in touch with my friends. Bwahaha. Thank goodness for YM.

So, the other night, Yoan, Genny, Hans &amp; Me were chatting. HAHA. &lt;strong&gt;Very amusing&lt;/strong&gt;. Discussions about their LPEP &amp;amp; their current standings and all that jazz.

&lt;img src="http://i6.tinypic.com/11ru4u8.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;img src="http://i5.tinypic.com/11ru7nc.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;img src="http://i5.tinypic.com/11ru834.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;img src="http://i5.tinypic.com/11ru8gk.jpg" /&gt;

&lt;i&gt;Wala lang.&lt;/i&gt; I didn't think I'd &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; miss them. ='( Oh well. &lt;i&gt;Let go, we must.&lt;/i&gt; Haha.

While browsing through my message archives a while ago, (&lt;em&gt;LO, &amp; Behold!!! History articulated! LOL)&lt;/em&gt; I can't help but think about the past. &lt;strong&gt;Happy Happy &lt;u&gt;Highschool&lt;/u&gt; days&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Lalala...&lt;/em&gt;

Now, here's one of my convos with Bea...
&lt;img src="http://i5.tinypic.com/11ruaom.jpg" /&gt;

YM Convo with Ms. Valedictorian regarding our FT scrap&lt;s&gt;shit&lt;/s&gt;book...
&lt;img src="http://i5.tinypic.com/11rub6p.jpg" /&gt;
And boy, was she &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; demanding. =
Now this, is one of the... decent convos I ever had with Luigi. Hehe.
&lt;img src="http://i6.tinypic.com/11rubv5.jpg" /&gt;

One of my YM convos with Mae. &lt;s&gt;School shit?&lt;/s&gt; nah.. too much partying. LOL
&lt;img src="http://i6.tinypic.com/11rudrt.jpg" /&gt;

Andddd... this is one of my homework-related convos with Yani, cause we've settled upon an agreement that we'd help each other out with homework shits. So there.
&lt;img src="http://i6.tinypic.com/11ruelw.jpg" /&gt;
That was about a Physics homework. =
Eeeee... seemed like ages ago though. Oh well. 

In other news:
I already got a medical exam. I only need to have a chest x-ray and I think I'm all set to go. Wheee... JOOYYYYY. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-114949392163360439?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/114949392163360439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=114949392163360439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114949392163360439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114949392163360439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2006/06/wonders-of-ym.html' title='The Wonders of Y!M'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.tinypic.com/11ru4u8_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-114924548912303241</id><published>2006-06-02T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T21:43:32.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need an ESKAPE</title><content type='html'>Oops. &lt;u&gt;ES&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;APE.&lt;/u&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;Errrrr... HEEEELLPPP MEEE!!!!
&lt;/strong&gt;
ARGH. ARG. ARG.

I'm suffering from something I dare not mention.

Sheesh. &lt;em&gt;Then why bother blogging it?&lt;/em&gt;

Will update later.

Cheerios. -its a cereal, right? -_-

Man, I'm still sick. Dammit. &lt;strong&gt;[1855H]&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;[Got back at 2100H]&lt;/strong&gt;

So um... Chyeah. My sun cellular's fucking up, rather, my &lt;u&gt;phone's fucking up&lt;/u&gt;. And &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; people abuse it -sun cellular. Eurf. I don't like being awakened by phone calls on a rest day. &lt;em&gt;(Hey, everyday of the summer vacation's a rest day. Hmm, come to think of it.)&lt;/em&gt;

Ohhh, I can hear the grumbling of my stomach. Coolness. I've never felt that before. Hehe. Honestly.

Man, I wish I'm suffering from anorexia. Butttt, I'm &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh well. Mom said I lost my butt. &lt;u&gt;Translation&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;I lost weight&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Yeeeeyyyy!!!&lt;/em&gt;

I am &lt;strong&gt;RESERVED&lt;/strong&gt;. Ehehe. Don't ask. I just felt like sharing it.

I've been talking to Desi very often lately. &lt;em&gt;Yeeeyyy!!!&lt;/em&gt; We're &lt;strong&gt;friends&lt;/strong&gt; again. *Insert laughing out loud emoticon from YM here*

I havn't gotten a medical check-up yet. Oh well. Go me.

I really should wake up earlier from now on. Bwahahaha. I shall train my body to get used to 4 hours of sleep. Ehehehe.

Andddd, I shall be gone for now.

**new layout by the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-114924548912303241?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/114924548912303241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=114924548912303241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114924548912303241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114924548912303241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-need-eskape.html' title='I need an ESKAPE'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-114898282642343092</id><published>2006-05-30T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T17:53:46.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imaginary Friends To Keep You Company</title><content type='html'>I don't have anything decent to post about at the moment. XD

Butttt, I have an &lt;u&gt;imaginary friend&lt;/u&gt;. That is so cool! Hehe. Seriously. I actually made him ... ages ago, I just didn't tell anyone. See how &lt;strong&gt;lonely&lt;/strong&gt; I am? Lonely kids have imaginary friends, perfect friends who'll truly accept them for &amp; what they are, understand how they feel, perfectly. You make them the way you want them to be, and they'll be what you want them to be without any complaints. Duh. You made them, so they'll fit your idea of a perfect friend. XD

His name is Grin. Grinemaloo. Butttt... I call him Grin for short. Hehe. He's colored Green, and I patterned him after Bloo of the Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends -cartoon show. &lt;em&gt;Man, I think I watch cartoons too much.&lt;/em&gt; He's kinda like a big blog, er, a big &lt;strong&gt;CUTE&lt;/strong&gt; blob that can transform into anything. Cool, eh?

Er... So much for Grin.

Newaiz, I've been playing pRO again. It's a bad thing my &lt;em&gt;playmate &lt;/em&gt;got hacked and decided to go on a &lt;strong&gt;temporary hiatus &lt;/strong&gt;on playing pRO. Oh well. That's life.

I wanna go to De La Salle &lt;strong&gt;ASAP&lt;/strong&gt;!!! I miss my friends. =(

I'm kinda scared to go off to college &lt;u&gt;currently&lt;/u&gt;, especially now as the AdMU OrSem draws nearer &amp;amp; nearer with each passing day... *sighs* It's sad; I don't know anyone from OB-SA who's going to the Ateneo with me. *sighs again*

I'm sick. Literally. I have a cold. Buttt, I won't blame you if you think that I'm mentally sick, specially now that you just found out I have an imaginary friend. Hehe. I'll introduce you to him, if you can see him, that is. =P

*re-reads what she just wrote*

*stares at the monitor*

...




Hoo-boy.

...




.......





That sounded &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;sick.&lt;/strong&gt;

I'm bored right now. And sick.

And the yapping continues... &lt;em&gt;Blahblahblah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-114898282642343092?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/114898282642343092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=114898282642343092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114898282642343092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114898282642343092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2006/05/imaginary-friends-to-keep-you-company.html' title='Imaginary Friends To Keep You Company'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-114846711663916668</id><published>2006-05-24T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T20:27:00.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fights &amp; Fucks</title><content type='html'>I'm not really supposed to blog right now because.. I have nothing to blog about, and I don't wanna bury my &lt;strong&gt;May 20&lt;/strong&gt; post. Har Har Har. &gt;:)

Me &amp; Josh had a fight a while ago. &lt;u&gt;IT WAS HIS FAULT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;!&lt;/b&gt; Bwahahaha. &lt;em&gt;Naman diba?&lt;/em&gt; He's neglecting me, traded me for PS2 or a game of Warcraft... &lt;strong&gt;DotA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;!!!&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;Josh, I havn't forgotten that yet, when you played &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DotA&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;the whole time then we weren't able to talk much anymore, we havn't graduated yet back then. =P&lt;/em&gt;

Nothing much. We're cool now. &lt;s&gt;As in, cool-off.&lt;/s&gt; HAHA. Kidding! =)

But, chyeah. We're cool. =) Thank goodness for that.

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Josh, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you&lt;em&gt;!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

Bwahaha. So you must've noticed the change of color whenever a word or a phrase is bolded, italized, striked-out, or underlined, well, I tell you, it was freaky working with CSS, that I had to resort to tutorials... It's a good thing I was a xanga user once, so, chyeah. I somehow have background. XD

Anyway, last Sunday, I watched the Da Vinci Code with my parents &amp;amp; cousin at Robinsons. HAHA. &lt;strong&gt;THE MOVIE SUCKED ASS. &lt;/strong&gt;Iono. It's &lt;em&gt;probably&lt;/em&gt; because I expected something more. And no, it's not the fact that the movie (or the book rather) implies that Jesus had a girlfriend, fucked (sorry for the explicit word that I had to use with the name of our Savior), &amp; had a child because I'm totally cool with that. Butttttt, it has something to do with the production of the movie. Ugh. Iono.

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Igotinthemoviehousedespitethefact&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;theI'monly15yearsold&amp;amp;IlooklikeI'm12&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;becausetheguardissogullible.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;HA. Ha. Ha&lt;/strong&gt;.

Enough. I might go to OBSA on the 5th of June to hand over some books to an old schoolmate. So much for that.

I miss OB... *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-114846711663916668?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/114846711663916668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=114846711663916668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114846711663916668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114846711663916668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2006/05/fights-fucks.html' title='Fights &amp; Fucks'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-114811255277262631</id><published>2006-05-20T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T18:17:13.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up Fool, This Fairytale's Got To End</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Caution&lt;/strong&gt;: I will continuously type without care to whatever the outcome of this post maybe. Hell, I'm typing this due to the request of a &lt;u&gt;very good friend of mine&lt;/u&gt;. =) Yes. That's how great I am.

&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 303px; HEIGHT: 411px" height="472" src="http://i4.tinypic.com/105tkdh.jpg" width="363" /&gt;

JS prom 2006&lt;/center&gt;

&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...In bitter memory of Johann Medina &amp; Carlos Ochoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &gt;:)

No, no, individually, they're still alive. Thank goodness for that.

So chyeah. I don't know where to start. Hmm... wait... this takes us waaaayyyy back to 2003...

Sophomore Year.

Migo, was madly in love with Johann, however, Johann was in love with another guy, and it seems like Migo doesn't stand a chance, for Johann's feelings, back then, were closed towards him.

Everytime Migo tried to approach Johann, the only thing he received was rejection, badly slapped to his face.

It seems like his world will crumble &amp;amp; fall, his heart, tattered, &amp; his pride, tainted...

As if all hope was gone...

But since he was so persistent, he won the girl over. :D

&lt;u&gt;Nov 14, 2003 - the start of... the relationship.&lt;/u&gt;

Around 5:55pm, @ Johann's house, she finally gave in. &lt;i&gt;Sus, pakipot pa kasi gusto din naman &gt;:)&lt;/i&gt;

It was raining, but still, we fought through the rain, &amp;amp; arrived at Johann's house soaking wet, just for... the answer.

&lt;em&gt;HAHAHA. OK, pardon the hyperbole. =P I just can't help it.
&lt;/em&gt;
So, where was I? Oh yeah, after dismissal, we went to Johann's place; Me, Migo, Albert &amp; of course, Johann. Albert &amp;amp; me were goofing around while Yoan &amp; Migo were sitting together, talking in hushed, silent whispers, then suddenly...

&lt;em&gt;"Ayeth, sampalin mo nga ako, ung pinakamalakas, as in ung malakas talaga."&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;*WAPPAK!*&lt;/strong&gt;

HAHAHA.

I asked Migo why he asked me to do such a thing to him, he told me that he can't believe it... that... Johann answered him... with a yes.

Then, we headed back to school.

So, happy days came...

&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The End.&lt;/span&gt; LOL. Naaahh... I don't think so...

Fast forward to our Junior Year. *drumroll*

During the 1st &amp;amp; 2nd quarter of our Junior year, everything seems to be going smooth for the happy couple, but as the 3rd qtr, draws near, things started to get quite rocky.

Eventually, sadly, unfortunately, they had to break-up. &lt;em&gt;Aww, how sad.
&lt;/em&gt;
The culprit behind the break-up: &lt;b&gt;Parental Issues.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(Hah. I dare not elaborate this topic.)&lt;/i&gt;

Sure, officially, they're not a couple anymore, but it's as if they still are.

So, come our senior year. The vicissitude came.

Migo started to act bitter towards Johann, you know, the typical bitter actions: slander, double-speak, name-calling, and the ever so famous &lt;i&gt;deadma&lt;/i&gt; method.

And that treatment of Migo to Yoan continued all through-out our senior year. The guy will only speak to the girl only if he &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;REALLY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; needs to. (Notice the emphasis I placed on the "really")

So, what really happened? What happened to the happy couple? &lt;strong&gt;Why still be bitter after much time has already passed?&lt;/strong&gt; Isn't it that time kills the pain? &lt;i&gt;HAH. Time always kills the pain...&lt;/i&gt; but I guess some wounds &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; heal, they just &lt;strong&gt;stop&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;bleeding&lt;/u&gt;.

One thing I know, Johann never did anything so unforgiveable to Migo. So, why act so 'cruel' towards a girl you once loved? Even after the countless apologies she gave you... What's so unforgiveable anyway?

&lt;em&gt;"Kuya, bat ba kasi di na kayo magbati ni Johann?"
"Bati naman kami ah.."
"Bat di mo sya kinakausap?"
"Eh bat ko sya kakausapin? Tsssss..."&lt;/em&gt;

And he tries to avoid the topic everytime I bring it up to him.

Hay...







**&lt;a href="http://pink-emotions.blogspot.com"&gt;Johann&lt;/a&gt;, I've done my part, I cannot cannot continue this story any further, only you know every detail, every word spoken, every lie said... on this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-114811255277262631?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/114811255277262631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=114811255277262631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114811255277262631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114811255277262631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2006/05/wake-up-fool-this-fairytales-got-to.html' title='Wake Up Fool, This Fairytale&apos;s Got To End'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.tinypic.com/105tkdh_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-114804616809266094</id><published>2006-05-19T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:45:00.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;If after a break-up, two ex-lovers still remain as friends, it's either they were never really in love or they still love each other
&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;

HAHAHA. OMG!!! Now, &lt;i&gt;where did I get that...&lt;/i&gt; I forgot. HAHA. Sorry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While we were at Mercury Drug a while ago, I saw this guy wearing a shirt that kinda imitated the bench-style, you know the "i choose bench" trademark thingy, except that the words printed were "i choose death" instead. I really found the whole shirt thing 'attention-grabbing', but that's not all. When the guy turned around, I found another phrase printed at the back of his shirt that made the whole thing make sense: "rather than sin."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"i choose death... rather than sin."
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To my dearest friends that are going to the schools along taft, your school starts on Monday. HAHAHAHAHAHA. Good luck. =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-114804616809266094?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/114804616809266094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=114804616809266094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114804616809266094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114804616809266094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2006/05/little-things_19.html' title='Little Things'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-114791606741561697</id><published>2006-05-18T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T10:09:59.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So far, So GOOOOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 294px" height="595" alt="with Josh" src="http://i4.tinypic.com/zy81dv.jpg" width="248" align="left" /&gt;That pic was taken somewhere around &lt;a href="http://xanga.com/duh0tness"&gt;Mae&lt;/a&gt;'s house during her birthday party last Tuesday. Hehehe. Out of much more proper things to do, we decided to take pictures in front of the mirror. Sadly, that's the only one that turned out decent. Mwahahaha.

So anyway, &lt;a href="http://xanga.com/johnlaxa29"&gt;John Laxamana&lt;/a&gt; was there. &lt;em&gt;OMG! LOLOLOLOL&lt;/em&gt;.
I obviously have a lack of important things to discuss here in my blog. Bleh. Apathy... coolness.

You probably know that we (SA seniors '06) were obliged to take up Nihonggo [as... well... just for the units, I guess] and inspite of the fact that I got a 95 as a general grade for it, I can only read a few Hiragana characters and speak only a few Japanese words! Ack! Surprising! I badly need practice! Oh well. I want to take up French for some reason. Really, I do want to take up French. Eurf.

So, chyeah. I need to get a medical check-up soon. For the... school thing. And I need practice in Math. Seriously.

Because of extreme boredom and the fact that I can feel my head getting blunt by every minute of the summer vacation, guess what I'm doing as a past time...




c'mooonnn... guesss....





Ok. I'm reading my &lt;strong&gt;PHYSICS&lt;/strong&gt; book all over again. Great fun I tell you. &lt;em&gt;GRRREEEAAATTT FFFUUUUNNN&lt;/em&gt;. Mwahahahaha. After I finish which, I'm going to read my Math notes again, and practice Math all by myself. Cool. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-114791606741561697?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/114791606741561697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=114791606741561697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114791606741561697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114791606741561697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-far-so-gooood.html' title='So far, So GOOOOD'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.tinypic.com/zy81dv_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-114767148122763901</id><published>2006-05-15T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T13:38:01.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's good to be back. I guess....</title><content type='html'>Contrary to what I expected, things are a total disasterrrrr! A disappointment that, suddenly, ERUPTED!

I wanted to get back home for... some reasons, then bam! When I got back here... Nada. Zero. Wala. Nothing. Ugh. Attempts have been futile. Useless. Senseless. Fruitless.

ARRRGGGHHH.

I want to go back to the States now. Then just come back on June. Just in time for my orientation shitte.

And contrary to another expectation, dad paid for my DSL. Yes, ladies &amp; gentlemen, I am still surfing the cyberspace at an incredibly faster pace than dial-up.

Pictures? Go visit my &lt;a href="http://tasteslikehell.multiply.com"&gt;multiply&lt;/a&gt; site

Screenshot:

&lt;img src="http://i3.tinypic.com/zt7mo2.jpg" /&gt;

Oh, and by the way, you have to be a contact to view the pictures. Some pictures are just not for general public viewing.

I want to give shout-outs to the following people:

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CZARINA ORTIZ&lt;/strong&gt; - HAPPY 16th Birthdaaaaayyyyyyyy!!!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAE BUQUID&lt;/strong&gt; - ADVANCE HAPPY 17th Birthdddaaayyyyy!!!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
I just hope the 'rents allow me for Mae's birthday tomorrow. Fuck. I don't even know how to get there. Oh well. I miss my people badly though. :(

Classes in DLSU starts next week. Oh joy. Some people are going to get busy now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-114767148122763901?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/114767148122763901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=114767148122763901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114767148122763901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114767148122763901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-good-to-be-back-i-guess.html' title='It&apos;s good to be back. I guess....'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.tinypic.com/zt7mo2_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-114729401796117795</id><published>2006-05-11T04:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T04:56:28.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Paalam na?</title><content type='html'>Anong nangyari sayo? May ginawa ba akong masama? Nakakapagtaka lang ehhhh you used to be such a warm person, then all of a sudden you gave me the cold shoulder. What's the reason behind the vicissitude?

I just don't like it when things unnoticeably happen.

And to think that you're one of the jovial persons around campus.

Siguro nga sakin ka lang ganun. Maybe I really did something so disappointing that caused you to act like that towards me.

Basta, I will miss those days when you used to be so .... approachable.

*dedicated to a certain someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-114729401796117795?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/114729401796117795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=114729401796117795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114729401796117795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114729401796117795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2006/05/paalam-na.html' title='*Paalam na?'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-114721278890247553</id><published>2006-05-10T06:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T06:13:08.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amusement</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHA. I cant believe Ran Online PH works here! ahahahaha.

I am going to Disneyland in a while with my mom, my aunt, and my two lovely cousins.

I am now about to find out if pRO works here.

&lt;em&gt;Sotti, peram acct&lt;/em&gt;. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-114721278890247553?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/114721278890247553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=114721278890247553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114721278890247553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114721278890247553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2006/05/amusement.html' title='Amusement'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-114714500769422343</id><published>2006-05-09T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T11:23:27.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickie</title><content type='html'>No, silly. Not &lt;strong&gt;THAT&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;kind&lt;/em&gt; of quickie.

&lt;strong&gt;Um. I'm kinda worried coz Josh is away (um. not so away. just Pampanga) with &lt;u&gt;other&lt;/u&gt; people. I hope he knows how to behave. I don't even frikkin know what kind of people he's with.&lt;/strong&gt; Erg. I don't like feeling this way. I don't like worrying. It feels so uncomfortable.
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-114714500769422343?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/114714500769422343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=114714500769422343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114714500769422343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114714500769422343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2006/05/quickie.html' title='Quickie'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-114705214461417962</id><published>2006-05-08T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T12:59:23.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supposed to be's &amp; whatever will be's</title><content type='html'>Another layout from blogskins.

Um. So.... there is nothing special happening in my life right now. Except that we've been malling nonstop &amp;amp; ... um... I was supposed to go to the beach later on today. Oh well. Might as well do it tomorrow. Or before I go back home.

I have a new perfume: ALLURE for men. Sport. HAHA.

Um. Dont ask. I like men's perfumes. If you're a classmate you'll know that.

I really need a career advice right now. ARGH. Fuck. I'm not even sure if I chose the right course or the path that will lead me to success. Wala naman akong magawa. Eh wala naman ako masyadong interest. Pucha. Buti sana kung ka-parehas ko si Paolo na may passion talaga for something (in his case, arts), eh pucha. Wala nga ako masyadong interes eh. Amp. Amp. Amp. Amp. Amp talaga. Ambaba nga ng results ko nung tinest kami ni Ms. Guidance Counselor sa mga interes na yan. Amp. Pinaka mataas ko na ehhhh... 10 ata? ay ewan. Ung iba kasi ung graphs nila sumasagad sa dulo ung bar, eh ako, wala pa sa 1/4. Amp yan.

Good luck nalang sakin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-114705214461417962?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/114705214461417962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=114705214461417962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114705214461417962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114705214461417962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2006/05/supposed-to-bes-whatever-will-bes.html' title='Supposed to be&apos;s &amp; whatever will be&apos;s'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-114695715321038365</id><published>2006-05-07T07:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T07:12:33.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello all</title><content type='html'>New layout from blogskins. Bwahaha. Errrr... So much for that.

I'm actually using blogskins layouts again. =P

No photoshop here. Oh well.

I wanna go home. Oh no. Wait. There's no internet back home... errrr...

More later. When there's actually something to blog about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-114695715321038365?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/114695715321038365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=114695715321038365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114695715321038365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114695715321038365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello-all.html' title='Hello all'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-114677990774651207</id><published>2006-05-05T05:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T07:05:04.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GUTS</title><content type='html'>Waw.

Title is literally about GUTS.

We came back from Arizona and found out that my guts has a problem. Appendix-ities. HAHA. Iono the spelling. Sorry. So, I had my surgery last Tuesday to have it removed. Fun.

I'm ok now. I won't be able to go to Disneyland nor Universal though. Buuuttttt, I think it'll push through.&lt;em&gt; Labo.&lt;/em&gt;

And I am so not going into details about the operation &amp; the whole trip to the hospital. The experience is so not worth relieving.

And. Um. I still don't know where I'm going for college. HAHA. Half goes for the Blue, half goes for the Maroons. Fantastic.

Be back on the Philippines by May 14. Happiness. =)

Thanks to all those who tagged. Seriously. &lt;em&gt;Mga kaligayahan&lt;/em&gt;. HAHAHA.

By the way, Migo, my "brother", messaged me.

&lt;img style="WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 43px" height="41" src="http://i1.tinypic.com/x5bl08.jpg" width="341" /&gt;

Miracles do happen. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-114677990774651207?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/114677990774651207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=114677990774651207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114677990774651207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114677990774651207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2006/05/guts.html' title='GUTS'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1.tinypic.com/x5bl08_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-114617941374625081</id><published>2006-04-28T07:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T07:10:13.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conflicts</title><content type='html'>And another long drive is yet to come...

We'll be going to Arizona for the weekend to see the Grand Canyon. *ten ten ten*. Fantastic. Buuuutttttt, we'll be back here by Monday. Uncle &amp; Aunt's gotta work.

For the latest news,

Mom was informed by no less than dad that he, my father, had ensured me a slot at UP-Manila under the course of BS Accountancy (?). Wow. They really are trying hard to get my ass in UP. WTF. We've already agreed that I'll study at the Ateneo then this thingy came out forbidding INCs to study at non-sectarian schools and shitte like that. What the FUCK. I totally have no intention to study at UP. Tsk. I literally played my UPCAT. ARGH. Screw this thing called 'destiny', which I pretty much reckon is the force behind all these 'lumps' in my life.

Well.. then I'd let destiny take its course then. Come what may.

For the meanwhile...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Help me fucking decide where I should go for college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.

Please? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-114617941374625081?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/114617941374625081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=114617941374625081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114617941374625081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114617941374625081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2006/04/conflicts.html' title='Conflicts'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-114601765778444712</id><published>2006-04-26T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T10:14:17.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow? Cold? HOTNESS!</title><content type='html'>1904H, April 25, 2006, Garden Grove, CA.

I'm back from Oregon last Sunday with a cold. Temperature up in the snowy mountains is below zero. Now that's HOT.

Got a cold because my body's not used to the temperature. Oh well. I'm kinda ok now.

Shopping there is good. No Tax. *grins* Uncle bought me a Digicam &amp; a PSP. Wheeee. Happiness.

We'll be going to Arizona next weekend I think. Iono. We're gonna see the Grand Canyon. Oh, and there's a big chance that I might be back in the Philippines next month, instead of waiting 'till June 8. my body's not suitable for living here. Vomits &amp; headaches every now &amp;amp; then.

I'm kinda getting bored here. Well, my DSL's cut back home. How the hell am I gonna be able to go online?! I frikkin don't wanna use dial-up. Oh well... =(

I want a better ISP when I get my pretty ass back there in the Philippines! I'm gonna get myself my own.... if they don't wanna cooperate with me....

And tomorrow... I don't know what I'm gonna do. We might get back to my OTHER uncle's house in Anaheim or something.

Arg. I miss my 4th yr buddies suddenly... I miss the &lt;em&gt;kalokohan&lt;/em&gt; times&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;Frick. I miss OB.

I miss Josh. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-114601765778444712?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/114601765778444712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=114601765778444712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114601765778444712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114601765778444712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2006/04/snow-cold-hotness.html' title='Snow? Cold? HOTNESS!'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-114548053216538173</id><published>2006-04-20T04:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T05:02:12.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those pretty, purrrteeeyy lights</title><content type='html'>The Vegas trip pushed through. I dont have a lot to say though, except that the lights in Vegas in night time is preeetttyy. And I saw a whatlookslikea14year old teenager who is pregnant. Waw. Imagine that. 

So chyeah, we be goin to Oregon tomorrow I think, to see some snow. I need to get a good digicam soon. Bleh.

And I still want a PSP. =( Eurf. So sad.

Jet lag sucks. I sleep at 3am in the mownin and wakes up at 11am - 12nn. Amazing. I don't do that in the Philippines. Oh well. I wanna practice Math here, but noooooo... shopping here, shopping there. Bleh. I forgot my math textbook tho.

I think I'm becoming anorexic &amp; constipated. Eew man. My tummy hurts.

I miss Philippines like hell. The weather here doesn't quite agree with me. I miss Josh like hell.

We be goin shoppin again layturrr.

Ugh. Nigga English. Influenced by my cousins' cousin  -whateva- here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-114548053216538173?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/114548053216538173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=114548053216538173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114548053216538173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114548053216538173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2006/04/those-pretty-purrrteeeyy-lights.html' title='Those pretty, purrrteeeyy lights'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-114525106006299361</id><published>2006-04-17T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T13:19:05.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Updates</title><content type='html'>April 16, 2006 ; 2212H ; Anaheim, CA.

As of this moment of blogging, I am at my uncle's house. I wasn't able to update during the previous days for my DSL got cut. Yes, I know, its sucks so much. Bleurgh.

Dad cancelled the Hidden Valley trip for the very infamous reason of.... Lazyness.

We might go to Las Vegas tomorrow, till Wednesday.

I miss my friends... I miss Josh... oh well. I miss SUN CELLULAR the most.

It's so damn frikkin cold here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-114525106006299361?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/114525106006299361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=114525106006299361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114525106006299361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114525106006299361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2006/04/current-updates.html' title='Current Updates'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-114500064193890273</id><published>2006-04-14T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T15:44:01.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Friday!</title><content type='html'>No malls. Weeee. How fun.

We were supposed to buy pasalubong for my cousins in the States (they're kids, easily satisfied. Hehe. Can't wait till they grow up to be teenagers. LoL), buuuutttt, malls are closed. =(

We're going to the Hidden Valley Resort tomorrow, so, I suppose we're going to buy on Sunday, morning, before our flight that night.

Meanwhile, I've found something to do to fight off boredom (aside from indulging in cyberspace): Walling.

&lt;strong&gt;Walling&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;v.&lt;/em&gt; Playing volleyball with the wall.

It's great fun, really, playing volleyball with a wall. =)

It's not my fault I don't have any sibling to play with. Blame my parents. It's their fault. LoL.

New layout by the way.

I'll update as soon as something else worth blogging about happens. If something like that will ever happen...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-114500064193890273?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/114500064193890273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=114500064193890273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114500064193890273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114500064193890273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2006/04/holy-friday.html' title='Holy Friday!'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-114481712221971120</id><published>2006-04-12T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T16:09:29.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There Are No Coincidences</title><content type='html'>When I finally got to confirm my slot at the Ateneo last Monday, guess who I saw? *tententen* &lt;strong&gt;Gian Cruz&lt;/strong&gt;, the Necessity (?) Speaker of the GH Debate Team. I found our encounter quite... amusing, to say the least, as I often catch a glimpse of him whenever I happen to be at GH.

Well, he didn't seem to recognize me, but when he saw me, he immediately looked away as if the mere sight of me burns his eyes. Hmm... my aura's probably too much for him. Yes, I think so.

After 3.75 (approx.) years of having to endure the hardships of having braces, it finally came to an end yesterday. I am now to face the harder challenge of wearing retainers. It's probably karma. You see, I was making fun of Robin's way of speaking (TPR '06 days), and now, I speak like the way he does. Pfft.

I went to EK yesternight to accompany Yani, went home late, Mom went kaboom. I didn't get a sermon though, at least, not yet. End of Story. I shall now go and see if my pRO finally works.

[edit 1558H]

I was able to make my pRO finally work only to find myself getting bored of the game. This is totally new to me, as I used to spend the whole day &lt;s&gt;ages&lt;/s&gt; months ago playing the damned game without actually experiencing hunger, boredom, the needs for self-grooming, &amp;amp; the likes, know what I mean? Well, I probably have just grown tired of the game, who wouldn't? Once you start to see its simple &lt;em&gt;Kill-level up-Kill-level up-Kill-level up&lt;/em&gt; routine that is money consuming, you ought to think again. Enough. For now, I need a better time killer.

[/edit 1611H]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-114481712221971120?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/114481712221971120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=114481712221971120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114481712221971120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114481712221971120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2006/04/there-are-no-coincidences.html' title='There Are No Coincidences'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-114449420318403756</id><published>2006-04-08T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T19:03:23.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Josh is ANNOYING me</title><content type='html'>A while ago, that is. (Ha! Told ya I will post that! *sticks out tongue*)

So anyway, had the INCs version of the Holy Supper a while ago, I ate the left over bread &amp; grape juice. Naturally, the left over pieces are not blessed, otherwise, they wouldn't let me eat it, for they possibly fear being more blessed, perhaps? LoL. But seriously, it's not right to eat more of a blessed thing. It just doesn't seem right.

I just read someone's blog and she "frolics semantically" in her way of blogging, quite amusing, really. Well, I'm not posting the link here, go find it yourself. It wouldn't seem right if I post it here, some people might think that I had just made an offense by simply commenting. Bleh. Eat dung suckers!

I am so not looking forward to my departure for the States. Ugh. Gluttony, please avoid me, stay away from me. Spare me from the calories &amp;amp; excess fats, I have enough of those already. Thankyouverymuch. I have also been wondering what the hell I am gonna do when I get there. Shopping? Nah. That is not my thing, really. Now, since my uncle lives near the beach and we're gonna stay with him, I'm only looking forward to trips to the beach. HAHA.

I'm also getting worried about my confirmation at the Ateneo. My birth certificate has not arrived yet, but hopefully, it'll arrive in time. *prays*

My mom is calling me now &amp; wants me to go downstairs, &amp;amp; she said that she will have my DSL cut by tomorrow. Isn't that just fantastic? XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-114449420318403756?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/114449420318403756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=114449420318403756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114449420318403756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114449420318403756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2006/04/josh-is-annoying-me.html' title='Josh is ANNOYING me'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-114432258797969914</id><published>2006-04-06T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T19:38:01.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mishaps... Perhaps?</title><content type='html'>So it was "cards out" day yesterday, and thankfully, there isn't much difference in my grade, it just "lost" a bit of points compared to my grade for the previous quarter. Oh well. But at least my PD grade's a SHINING, MAGNIFICENT, BRILLIANT... &lt;strong&gt;'S' &lt;/strong&gt;(Standard. Not Superior Foo.) I'm happy with that. I seriously expected an 'NI' ... for Needs Improvement. Oh well. So much for black nail polish and shitte like that...

Mrs. Indiongco: "Ms. Pajanel, remove your nail polish. Halika may acetone ako sa faculty. Diba gusto mong mag 'AS' P.D. mo?"
Me: "Ma'am, posible pa ba un?"

Eat dung PD grade. Bwahahaha. XD

So, anyway, I went to Ateneo afterwards to confirm my slot. Turns out, mom didn't have my original birth certificate, which they required for the confirmation. So yeah, I wasn't able to confirm my slot.

I even thought that I wasn't gonna be able to get my report card. I forgot my toga at home here in Sta. Rosa, and when I remembered that it was required, we were already in Manila. So I had to phone my cousin to bring my toga when he goes to Manila. In the end, it all worked out. I didn't get another dose of a good, healthy sermon, so it's all good.

I alarmingly woke up this morning due to a phone call from my &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt; friends, who were working in a call center, on a graveyard shit... err... shift.&lt;strong&gt; That was around 1:30 am bitches, do you have any idea what you people did to me?!&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
Be thankful that you bitches are one of the selected few that I love.

And tomorrow, I don't know what I'm gonna do, yet. It's Queenie's birthday... Hmm... Fat chance that the 'rents are gonna allow me for the celebration... Ugh. I SOOOO LOVE MY LIFE!!! *note the sarcasm at this point*

And we (Yani &amp;amp;.. yours truly) had been... fooling around. Hehe.

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&lt;img src="http://i2.tinypic.com/t5j38k.jpg" /&gt;

LoL. Simple happiness. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-114432258797969914?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/114432258797969914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=114432258797969914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114432258797969914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114432258797969914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2006/04/mishaps-perhaps.html' title='Mishaps... Perhaps?'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.tinypic.com/t5j1qr_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-114412012397990717</id><published>2006-04-04T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T11:49:40.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Affairs</title><content type='html'>I had just been into a row with my mother regarding... errr... my issues.

It all started when I was asking permission to go with Mara to Glorietta after the PTC tomorrow...

"Ma, punta ako Glorietta kasama si Mara after the PTC"
"Sus, galing ka na dun eh."
"Eh lilibre naman nya ako eh. Saka iba ung kasama ko."
"Wag na. Ako nalang kasama mo, lilibre din kita"
"Hindi nyo talaga ako pinapayagan noh? Tas nagtataka kayo kung bat parang nagrerebelde ako."
"Wala kang karapatan mag rebelde kasi lahat ng gusto mo binibigay ko!"
"Eh hindi naman un yun eh! Ang strict nyo!" (We were almost screaming at each other with a good 5-feet distance between us)
"Aba, dapat lang! pronoprotectahan kita kasi mahal kita!"
"I didn't ask you to love me!" (errr.... yes. That was probably dumb of me to retaliate with that)
"Dapat lang na mahalin kita kasi galing ka sa p*** ko!"
"Eh bat si Seth?! Hindi sya mahal ni tito kahit na galing sya sa *toot* nya!"
"Eh iba naman ang daddy mo! Mahal ka nun! Mahal ka namin!"
Then the lola suddenly butted in "Pasalamat ka nun, mahal ka ng mga magulang mo... *then goes into a hell long story of my aunt's misfortunes, of how the other relatives where glad that I was planning to take up law and other shit like that, mainly to make me realize that I was a helluva lucky arsehole and I can only roll my eyes instead of refuting her statements, which would only make me look like a disrespectful bitch who cant hold her tongue*"
Then mom comes in the picture "Mamaya, kung sino-sino nanaman hinahalikan mo, matulad ka nyan sa auntie mo!"
"Eh iba naman ako kay Auntie eh!"
Lola butts in again "Sino nakikipag-halikan?"
Mom answers "Aba'y sya inay. Hindi ba't dalawang beses ako napatawag sa school dahil sa mga kalokohan nyan.."
Me: "Oi! Hindi ah! Isang beses lang!"
"Dalawa dapat un eh! Pinalagpas lang ung sa Christmas party!"
"Oh, kahit na, isa parin un. Ehh... hayaan nyo na. 1st Honorable Mention parin naman ako eh."
"Eh sana Valedictorian ka!"
"HAHA. Asa ka pa mamy! Antamad-tamad ko mag aral eh!"
Lola butts in again "Ayyy nako. *Makes sounds of extreme frustration*"
Mom answers "Ay totoo naman Inay. Hindi ko yan nakitang nagaral! Laging nag te-text! Ni-minsan nga ata hindi nag-sunog ng kilay yan eh!"
Me answers with... "Hayaan nyo, mamaya mag susunog ako ng kilay. HAHAHA."
"Hindi pwede yan sa college! Dapat mag sikap ka... blah blah blah... *the rest of her words were drowned by Batman*" (I was watching Batman while they were giving me a morning sermon)

At least it didn't turn out to be a scream fest.

Anyway, if everything goes as planned, I shall leave for the US on the 16th of April &amp; will most probably be back on the 1st of June. Thus, I will miss Cza's, Mae's, &amp;amp; Erika's birthdays, &amp; the batch outing. Ohh.. happiness.

There was a BIIIGGG party last night at Machang's crib, I wasn't able to make it cause I don't have money anymore. Hence, no money to avail a public transport (Commute). So yeah. As expected, &lt;em&gt;inuman nga&lt;/em&gt;. According to resources, 2 of my batchmates got drunk. I see nothing wrong in this event, absolutely nothing. In our times today, wine sessions among teenagers is a perfectly normal thing to do. As long as there's control of course. I wonder how they controlled the drunken ones though... Hmm...

Placed a hug thingy in the sidebar. Hug me! yoo fooo!! LOLOLOLOL. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-114412012397990717?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/114412012397990717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=114412012397990717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114412012397990717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114412012397990717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2006/04/affairs.html' title='Affairs'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-114403654844310463</id><published>2006-04-03T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T12:59:31.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The black &amp; the white</title><content type='html'>I'm referring to the layout, which is a new one.

So anyway, I had just finished reading Yani's blog and we're all invited to a batch outing.

&lt;img src="http://i2.tinypic.com/sws3fl.jpg" /&gt;

Excerpt from HER blog. Hehe.

After futile attempt&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt; to clean my room, I finally decided to give up. At least, I have been able to unearth some of the things I thought I've lost already, which was only hidden by what seems like garbage. You can say that my room needs cleaning, I say that you need to view some things from my perspective. Hehe.

I might leave for the States though, which means that I might not be able to join the batch outing. Even if I'm not leaving the country, the probability of my parents allowing me to join the outing is as much as &lt;strong&gt;Garciso&lt;/strong&gt; becoming the president of the United States. Very high probability rate, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-114403654844310463?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/114403654844310463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=114403654844310463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114403654844310463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114403654844310463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2006/04/black-white.html' title='The black &amp; the white'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.tinypic.com/sws3fl_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-114368590714860553</id><published>2006-03-30T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T13:55:45.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As we go on, we remember....</title><content type='html'>"Congratulations, Ayeth!" was a phrase Mila said to me, after the Elocutions Festival as I and Josh were about to go down the stairs. And I, dumbfounded, replied "For what?" (Yes, I did ask that, since I didn't get a place during the shitstupid Elocutions. Bleh) She replied "For doing your best."

I remembered that moment when Madel, told me "Congrats!" before going home, after having dinner at Chilis yesterday. It was odd really, it never occured to me even after countless individuals greeted me "Congratulations", it was only at that fleeting moment when I remembered that brief convo I had with Ms. Gulfan.

It brought me to another one of my senseless contemplations. On the way home, I kept asking myself, "Did I really do my best?" You might wonder why I asked that. Well, I for one don't think I gave it my all. You can't blame me for being a slacker.

I'm very grateful for the gift of intelligence. Even after big Incident Reports, I still managed to graduate as the 1st Honorable Mention of the Sta. Ana branch. Coolness.

The memories of the four years I've spent in highschool will indeed, be treasured. I will surely miss 4th yr. -A

********

4th yr. -A? That's where the VALEDICTORIAN, SALUTATORIAN, 1st HONORABLE MENTION, and... &lt;s&gt;-in our case- the BLACK &lt;/s&gt;THE YOUNG HORSE came from. Yes, people in 4-A are pains in the ass, but, they can also be sweet as hell. They excel in the art of cramming, at least, they get the job done.

Josh Acosta -Thanks for the advices, for letting me cry on you whenever the shit gets too much, for enduring my punches on your arm, &amp; for putting up with THE drama.

Hans Bosshard -I will never forget our senseless talks whenever we diss people. And for giving light to my darkest days due to freaky math. I thank you for that.

Paolo Castro -Dude, my yellowcard!!! Anyway, thanks for being there, for your advices, for our stupid "debates". Anyway, I wish you happiness in this life. &lt;em&gt;Kafateeeedd!!!&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Aaron Escudero -Ahhh ehhh... Thanks for the discount at Villa Escudero. Hehehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Genesis Irao -Thanks for the help on RAN, our very logical debates, and your.. consistent asking for a drink of C2. Maaaaan, I'll never forget that. Oooohhhh, and I also won't forget the way we diss people. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Junro Mamaril -Thanks for the &lt;em&gt;libres,&lt;/em&gt; even though you're so thrifty. And I won't forget the way you and Mika hug. Hehe. And the way you left all the work for our engagement game to me. Thanks a lot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Carlos Ochoa -Thanks for being a real big brother to me. 'nuff said. I love you. And congratulations big bro, &lt;em&gt;lahat ng award pinakyaw mo nung grad&lt;/em&gt;. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mae Buquid -My classmate since ... ever. Solid mehn! Thanks for the advice, for being there when the shit gets too much, our drama sessions, and the way you never fail to make us laugh. Your make up retouches every now and then, even during the bivouac, are surely unforgettable.&lt;/p&gt;Mara Cordial -Thanks for the help on our group projects. Without you, we wouldn't make it. Hehehe. Given the fact that our leader is very... unreliable...

Erika Chua -Ok, ok. The valedictorian. I won't forget the way you got tongue-twisted when you were reciting your valedictory speech. Hehe. I love you Erika. Of course, I won't forget the way you used to help me with regards to schoolwork, and thanks for that.

Marianne Diomano -Thanks for asking my mom permission. Hehehe. You know what that's about anyway. Thanks for being almost like a mom to me, your &lt;em&gt;sermons &lt;/em&gt;and all that jazz... our drama sessions... hehe.

Carla Gregorio -The salutatorian. Hehe. Thanks for your great advices, for being such a friend, for your drama... hahaha. The ever so wild class mayor. You're probably the reason why 4A is always so chaotic. Hehe.

Bea Hidalgo -Yes. I do remember the time during our younger years when we were the best of friends. But, as time passed, things changed, but we're still here. A bit different, but still here. Hehe. Thanks, Bes. And I'm sorry about your IR. Hehehe.

Mika Lee -Thanks for the laughs, for brightening up the whole 4A. Hehe.

Iris Mediavillo -Well, the first female General of the AFP? Lol. Good luck. Thanks for teaching us CAT shitte. And for helping us graduate CAT. Yeeessss. And for lending me scissors, stapler, scotch tape... hehe.

Johann Medina -Hmm. Thanks for your advices. Don't let yourself starve, it's not healthy. Hehe.
Czarina Ortiz -Big sis! Haha. Thanks for your&lt;em&gt; sermons&lt;/em&gt;, your advices, your opinions, basically, for being there, along with my other good friends (you know who you bitches are) when the shit gets too much.

Seigrede Petalver -Thanks for helping me on my Economics/History homeworks. Hehe.

Madel Sebastian -IR mate. hehe. Sorry about that. Anyway, thanks for your wise opinions. Those are very much appreciated.

Abigail Victa -Hehe. Remember, we used to be so close before? Hehe. Anyway, thanks for letting me borrow your camera phone during the grad. Hehe. It helped a lot with the boredom.

For my friends in 4B:

Alphonsus Luigi -Baby!!! Thanks for the help during the interbranch debate &amp;amp; our very logical conversations &amp; debates.

Albert Gozon -Even though my 3rd year fucked up because of you, I'm still grateful you came along. You teached me how to be happy, and showed me the true meaning &amp;amp; measure of happiness. Really. =P

Francis Santos -For our laughtrips &amp; the way you make ordinary things seem extraordinary, thanks.

Joshua Ong -I'll never forget the way you used to help me when it comes to online games. Hehe. &lt;em&gt;Fafa ka talaga&lt;/em&gt;.

Masahiro Yato -Your curiosity about certain things never fails to bug me, but I'm glad you're concerned. Hehe. Stay the same Machang, the epitome of a REAL, PERFECT GENTLEMAN.

&lt;em&gt;To the girls of 4B who I'm already too lazy to mention/type, a heartfelt "Thank you" to you females who have also made my HS life memorable. Special Mention to HADEEL, ANNE, TONI, DANA, DIANNE, NICOLE, MARIELLE, JONAH, CHRISTINA, &amp;amp; QUEENIE, I love you girls. Hehe.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;********&lt;/em&gt;

Whew. That was a hell long entry. &lt;strong&gt;CONGRATULATIONS BATCH 2006!&lt;/strong&gt; Pretty soon, we're gonna be in college mofos!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-114368590714860553?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/114368590714860553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=114368590714860553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114368590714860553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114368590714860553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2006/03/as-we-go-on-we-remember.html' title='As we go on, we remember....'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-114334385505334615</id><published>2006-03-26T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T11:38:33.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And now, the end is near.</title><content type='html'>Shocking, very. We all thought that our last day was on March 24, which is a Friday &amp;amp; the real end of school year 05-06, but it seems like OB's itching to get rid of us that they made OUR (Seniors) last day (March 22) a whole lot sooner. Bleh. Sucks you know.

And I no longer have braces... on the lower part. I'm now wearing retainers, which sucks cause I find it difficult to speak clearly.

Johann's party was... well... fun. Majority of the seniors were there. So it's fun. HAHA.

Until now, I still don't know where I'm going to go for college. Maaaaaan.What a drag. I'm having second thoughts of going to Ateneo now that I read my letter from UP. The TUITION FEE!!!! It'll be a whole lot lighter on my parents' pocket if I go to UP instead of going to the Ateneo. Hmm... But they've already agreed on sending me to the Ateneo. Oh well. Anyway, who wants my slot at DLSU? Up for grabs! Lol.

Is there such a thing as PD when you're in college? Hmm... One thing's for sure though, I don't think there are any more IRs. And that's a good thing. Given my -to put it blatantly- "Juvenile Deliquency" status... Yes, that would be a good thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-114334385505334615?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/114334385505334615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=114334385505334615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114334385505334615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114334385505334615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-now-end-is-near.html' title='And now, the end is near.'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-114294708377330386</id><published>2006-03-21T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T21:18:03.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mass Has Ended, Go In Peace</title><content type='html'>We had our Baccalaureate (Yes! I finally got the spelling! HAHA) Mass this morning &amp; the Grad rehearsals this afternoon. It was all bloody fun. Really. Very.

There was free food after the Mass, it was ... to put it simply, &lt;em&gt;KULANG&lt;/em&gt;. Bleh. Oh well, you get what I mean. I wasn't satisfied with what I ate, so therefore, in my opinion, it was &lt;i&gt;CHEAP&lt;/i&gt;. The food that was served most certainly did not compensate for the 1,200 php we paid. Oh well. At least the &lt;s&gt;HOT&lt;/s&gt; errr... priest who was our retreat master was the priest during the Baccalaureate Mass. That somehow is satisfactory enough. Hehe.

Mrs. Duran went kaboom during the Grad rehearsals. Like... SHIET! I really did get scared. She's so scary when she freaks out... and to think that I don't know her too well. &lt;em&gt;Duh, SA student - GH ACO/teacher.&lt;/em&gt; Bleh. Anyway... so that's that.

Dad doesn't want me to attend school tomorrow anymore since we, seniors, are no longer required to. He wants me to help at our office, which I would most probably do, given the fact that his computers there are far more advanced than mine. Bwahaha. Of course, I badly need to drop by my Alma Mater tomorrow before heading to our office. I forgot to pass my notebooks because of... reasons I'd rather not tell. ;))

Naturally, since we're gonna graduate, OB's getting the most of what they can get from us. They're requiring 1,100 php for the Quo Vadis, the yearbook. Bleh. What the hell?! I doubt that my mom will even give me money for that. C'mon.... 1,100 freakin pesos! Pfft. &lt;em&gt;ASA!&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
Oh well. Dearest batchmates: See you all on Thursday. Johann's paarrrtttttieee!!!

Can't wait mofos. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-114294708377330386?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/114294708377330386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=114294708377330386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114294708377330386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114294708377330386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2006/03/mass-has-ended-go-in-peace.html' title='The Mass Has Ended, Go In Peace'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-114285754773401728</id><published>2006-03-20T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T20:25:48.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much for this &amp; that</title><content type='html'>Bleh. So ... I had my hair -to put it simply- "fixed" last Saturday then attended a cousin's wedding yesterday, which would be a Sunday. And that would pretty much consist of what I did during the weekend.

Clearance today. I am so not gonna be cleared. Yeeeessss!!! And that's a good thing right? HAHA.

I just hope the 'rents allow me to Johann's birthday this Thursday, it is, after all, our last get-together as seniors... errr...

Last few days of Highschool... *bringing back the memories*

And I am so not even a wee bit close to tears. Bleh.

Seniors will be going to GH tomorrow for some mass with free food. Yes. I don't know the spelling of the name of the mass so I'm not putting it here. HAHA. I'm playing safe. Hehe.

So much for this &amp;amp; that. I'm currently chatting with my lovely friends. Later....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-114285754773401728?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/114285754773401728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=114285754773401728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114285754773401728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114285754773401728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-much-for-this-that.html' title='So much for this &amp; that'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-114250926110514593</id><published>2006-03-16T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T20:15:32.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoyed much, very.</title><content type='html'>I AM SO FRIKKIN PISSED.

My computer SUCKS.

I can't play with it.

Games, I mean.

What is wrong with you damn piece of scrap metal?!

Fuckker.

I don't wanna go to fucking UP for college.

Bow.

Arg. I soooo wanna play RAN ONLINE. (Hell be with you if you don't know what that is)... but my fucking computer won't allow me!!! DAMN! Just when I so badly needed an escape from all this shit I'm going through. Gah. It's probably the hormones speaking, but what the hell.

I don't wanna go to UP (a.k.a. The State University) &lt;strong&gt;Los Banos&lt;/strong&gt; for college under the course of BS Biology. Fuck. I can never stress that out enough. It's so far from... civilization &amp;amp; society! Besides, I plan to take up a pre-law course. Tell me, is BS Bio even a wee-bit close to a pre-law course? Ugh. &lt;em&gt;Mofos&lt;/em&gt;. Anyway, I don't wanna shift. &lt;em&gt;They've already ruined my high school life and I swear, they're not going to ruin my college life.&lt;/em&gt; Hmm... why Ateneo? Because duh... it's &lt;em&gt;The &lt;/em&gt;Ateneo.

Anyways, exams are over. School year's about to end. Happy days are yet to come... hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-114250926110514593?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/114250926110514593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=114250926110514593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114250926110514593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114250926110514593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2006/03/annoyed-much-very.html' title='Annoyed much, very.'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-114215297032408928</id><published>2006-03-12T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T20:40:36.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more weeks... more or less.</title><content type='html'>Oh yes. We've finally graduated from CAT. Happiness! :)

No more wearing of the stuffy alpha uniform, no more long hours of training under the blazing heat of the sun, no more getting an uneven skin tone, no more muscle pains because of rifle drills. Yes, I survived CAT!!!

Much as I'd hate to admit this but, Robin's speech was really damn good. His speech was, not his way of delivering it. Hehe.

"Iris&lt;strong&gt;H &lt;/strong&gt;for your... &lt;em&gt;blah blah.&lt;/em&gt;"

It's IRIS. Not Iris&lt;strong&gt;H.&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
Overuse of the Hs.. Tsk tsk.

Anyway, GO NINA!!! Sanlingan class of 2007... Corps Commander!!! Woo yeah baby!!!

Saw Ninang yesterday. XD Finally. Hehe. Happiness. :)

Exam week's up. 2 more weeks of HS.... *tententen!*

Ohhh new URL &amp; layout by the way. Un lang. Bow.

And I'll be at GH tomorrow for some freaky interview. Wish me luck.

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Hmm... a year ago.

While I was reading my &lt;a href="http://1689.blogdrive.com/"&gt;Ninang&lt;/a&gt;'s blog just a few seconds ago, &lt;i&gt;(yes, a few seconds)&lt;/i&gt; it made me reminisce about the events that happened exactly a year ago: March 12, 2005.

Hmm... Go figure why that date made me reminisce.

Maghari batch's CAT graduation.

A lot of things really happen within a year huh? And you'll only realize that time does fly so fast once you've come to your senses.

Blah. And I'm not making any sense.
[/edit 2044H]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-114215297032408928?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/114215297032408928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=114215297032408928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114215297032408928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114215297032408928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2006/03/2-more-weeks-more-or-less.html' title='2 more weeks... more or less.'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-114190834752380138</id><published>2006-03-09T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T21:57:45.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isang mensahe</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Daddy... Mommy, sorry ah. Ayoko talaga sa UP, ngayon kung may magagawa kayo upang mapasok ako sa UP Diliman, pwede pa, pero Los Banos?!?! Wag na noh. Ayoko. Ayoko. Ayoko. Tas BS Bio pa. Pfft. Saka... Hindi naman tayo ganun kahirap ah... kaya nyo naman akong paaralin sa Ateneo. Pinanalangin ko pa un sa Diyos ng halos isang taon... At ipinagkaloob Nya naman. Pinagkaloob nga ng Diyos, pinipigilan nyo naman.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;It doesn't seem right.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;It's what I've always wanted. Please don't hinder me.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;*****&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
I might change my whole blog identity after a week or so for security purposes. Don't worry blog friends! I shall inform you of my new whereabouts. Hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-114190834752380138?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/114190834752380138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=114190834752380138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114190834752380138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114190834752380138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2006/03/isang-mensahe.html' title='Isang mensahe'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-114153985458815014</id><published>2006-03-05T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T14:24:14.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's leave it like that</title><content type='html'>You know what sucks? It's passing the UPCAT when you already have your college planned for the Ateneo -That's what sucks.

And it reallllyyyy sucks.

I no longer know where I'm going for college. Gah. UP ruined it all. Nonetheless, it amazes me... I guess God answered my &lt;u&gt;mother's&lt;/u&gt; prayers. Blah.

Good for them, my parents.

I am sooooo not going to UP for college! Never! Especially UP Los Banos! Over my dead butt!!!! Bleh!

Ok, enough.

Let me rant about... last week. This week rather. The week that was.

Since I'm part of the Dance Club thingamajigga, I get pulled out from my classes because of rehearsals and all that jazz, thus, missing a lot of discussions, quizzes, seatworks, drill sheets and all that jazz... which really sucks. At least our performance for the Junior's formal dinner didn't suck, and that's what's important.

Oh, and Mrs. Indiongco (my beloved adviser) didn't release my report card because I have incidents. How cool is that? Very. Now my mom's &lt;em&gt;invited &lt;/em&gt;to talk to her this Monday, which reminds me, I havn't told my mom yet of this peculiar invitation... Hmm. Oh well, it's a good thing that my grades didn't go kaboom for the 3rd quarter, despite the fact that I had a very big issue. I'm amazed!

&lt;em&gt;HAHA! Eat dung my sucky PD grade!!! Bwahahaha! May hell be with you!!!&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
Fuck PD. I could care less for what that's for, heck, I'm gon be graduating a few weeks from now... So why bother?

Greenhills won the interbranch debate. Niccceeeeee. According to reports, the Moderator was bias. And I'm just gonna leave it like that.

CAT training at Greenhills yesterday. Our TPR's gon be airconditioned. Now that's super cool. (Literally &amp; figuratively speaking) Hmm... but here's the catch, from 700+ cadets, we're down to 150+ because all 700+ of us won't fit in the Maria Montessori Hall. Now that sucks.

I guess not everyone's gonna graduate in CAT &amp; it's all the damnfrikkin state of emergency's shit fault. Blah.

Long test week this coming week. Goodness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-114153985458815014?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/114153985458815014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=114153985458815014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114153985458815014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114153985458815014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2006/03/lets-leave-it-like-that.html' title='Let&apos;s leave it like that'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-114113467440808627</id><published>2006-02-28T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T21:53:58.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes, life can be full of plain crap</title><content type='html'>I'm not really supposed to blog right now cause I'm so loaded with school crap, but since it just hit me, &lt;em&gt;It honestly did just hit me, I didn't give a damn until a while ago... &lt;/em&gt;I realized how annoying things have been.

Ok, so I've been getting &lt;strong&gt;Incident Reports&lt;/strong&gt; because of my misconduct in school. What the freakin hell? It's just a crappy &lt;s&gt;shit&lt;/s&gt; sheet of paper with shitty writings in it!!! What's wrong with you people?! Dammit. And it's just a damnmofrikkin joke!!!

And because of that, +1 IR.

Thank you.

Crab mentality is sooooo damnfrikkin obvious, some people have been putting &lt;strong&gt;OTHER &lt;/strong&gt;people down just so they can raise themselves. Pfft. It's not my fault I'm smarter than you bitch. Currently, I'm a half slacker, half &lt;u&gt;believer,&lt;/u&gt; and I can still manage to pull it off. (Pfft. Get my point?) We've been in the same shit girl, it just so happens that I got into a deeper shit this time. The hell you care?! Don't try to put me down, cause you never can. Let me reiterate: &lt;strong&gt;It's not my fault I'm smarter than you. &lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
I know it's not nice to brag &amp;amp; give bullshit to people via blogs, but what the hell. I don't want another plus 1. So if you know what's nice, keep your mofrikkin mouths shut.

If you know what I mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-114113467440808627?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/114113467440808627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=114113467440808627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114113467440808627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114113467440808627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2006/02/sometimes-life-can-be-full-of-plain.html' title='Sometimes, life can be full of plain crap'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-114100345429304515</id><published>2006-02-27T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T18:00:25.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I be concerned?</title><content type='html'>I'm usually apathetic when it comes to politics and when chaos is so evident in the country already and other shit like that, but when worse comes to worst, it's better to become concerned.

Being apathetic doesn't really release you from the worries, not what I have expected. Last night, when I was talking to Albert over the cellphone (Thank God for the existence of SUN 24/7 unlimited) he made me realize something that I havn't really pondered enough upon to have realized myself.

Albert: &lt;em&gt;"Pano pag nagpatu-patuloy pa'tong mga kaguluhang 'to?"&lt;/em&gt;
Ayeth: &lt;em&gt;"Eh di masaya, walang pasok."&lt;/em&gt;
Albert: &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Pano pag naudlot graduation natin?!&lt;/strong&gt; Tapos uulitin natin ung buong year!"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
Ayeth: &lt;em&gt;"Gash! Ayoko na noh! Ayoko na umulit!"&lt;/em&gt;

Okkk... So obviously, I don't think of the possible consequences of the on-going chaos in our country. Bleh. If the Interbranch Debate were to take place recently, the affirmative side would obviously have a sure win.

Chain msgs on YM said that there would be rallies along Taft &amp; Katipunan Avenue... Hmm... Along DLSU &amp;amp; ADMU... Hopefully, the coup de etat people wont think of bombing 2 of the major universities in the country. Now that's when worse comes to worst.

So what have I done during my hiatus? Nothing much really. I just got plain bored in updating this blog and as I have said, I update in &lt;strong&gt;our&lt;/strong&gt; blog.

4th qtr's a drag. 2 Incident Reports... bleh. I think I'm out of the honoroll. My adviser got so hyped up at me. &lt;em&gt;Sorry, I'm not a saint, I'm a sinner. &lt;/em&gt;My grades have been going kaboom recently, and what the hell, I didn't really care about grades until this year. I mean, come on, it's just some fancy numbers in your report card, and in the real world, what you'll need is brains, not grades. Bleh. The effects of losing happiness... &lt;i&gt;Albert, you fucker, I miss you dammit.&lt;/i&gt;

Pictures about the events are to be found &lt;a href="http://tasteslikehell.multiply.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.

More later, when I become concerned. :P

[edit 1800H]

Removed the comment box for some lame reason(s). Anyway, you can e-mail me for any violent reactions, comments, or suggestions that may stir up in you while reading an/this/that/and all that jazz entry. Just click my name at the end of the post. If all else fails, there's the tag board. Just be nice and don't hate. Heehee. Thank you.

[/edit 1804H]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-114100345429304515?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/114100345429304515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=114100345429304515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114100345429304515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114100345429304515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2006/02/should-i-be-concerned.html' title='Should I be concerned?'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-114095513790124578</id><published>2006-02-26T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T19:58:57.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just not yet</title><content type='html'>A few more days?

Weeks probably.

I missed this blog. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-114095513790124578?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/114095513790124578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=114095513790124578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114095513790124578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/114095513790124578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-not-yet.html' title='Just not yet'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-113958189897878163</id><published>2006-02-10T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T22:31:39.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Try to be oblivious to the complexities of life</title><content type='html'>4th Qtr -New sitting arrangement. New seatmate.

&lt;img style="WIDTH: 181px; HEIGHT: 137px" height="137" alt="boom baby!" src="http://i1.tinypic.com/ngpxud.jpg" width="188" align="left" border="0" /&gt; Meet Bea Hidalgo, one of my closest friends, &amp; my current seatmate for the 4th qtr. You probably know her, for she is quite popular in cyberpsace and in real life &lt;em&gt;-ok. I'm flattering, I know, and for this I shall go to the 8th circle of hell. Flattering is a sin. HAHA. What the hell.- &lt;/em&gt;

So now, let me share to you a few of my "kaligayahan" moments with my beloved seatmate...

During Physics...

&lt;strong&gt;Bea:&lt;/strong&gt; *covers a part of a hairy picture of an enlarged head of a fly in my physics book* &lt;em&gt;"Hulaan mo kung ano 'to..."&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Ayeth:&lt;/strong&gt; "insect's head...?"
&lt;strong&gt;Bea:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Ay, ibang level..."&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Ayeth:&lt;/strong&gt; "HAHA. Head where?"
&lt;strong&gt;Bea:&lt;/strong&gt; "Down there." *points down there*
&lt;strong&gt;US:&lt;/strong&gt; *bursts into demonic laughter*

Shallow? HAHA. I know right. We try to find happiness in simple things... =)

Anyway, I received my acceptance letter from DLSU last Monday. I'm now waiting for the UPCAT results. Until now, I still don't know where to go for college. Of course, I want to go to Ateneo, but, I don't like my course there. &lt;em&gt;Shift. Shift. Shift.&lt;/em&gt; I can go to La Salle where I like my course but my parents don't want me there. Heck, they want me to study at UP, which I like least. Tss... and as if I'm gonna pass the UPCAT.

&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ASA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;u&gt;Without your girlfriend, you're dead meat.&lt;/u&gt; Bwahahaha. Yes. I'm pertaining to someone who got teased to the highest level during our English class, and since his very caring girlfriend was absent, he got teased BIG TIME.

&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Alegrid:&lt;/strong&gt; *in a very stern voice* "Boys, what's that?!"
&lt;strong&gt;Hans:&lt;/strong&gt; "Sir, Mamaril!"
&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Alegrid:&lt;/strong&gt; "Mamaril?"
&lt;strong&gt;Junro:&lt;/strong&gt; "Sir, it's not me! &lt;em&gt;Wag kang uto!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;Don't be fool by them!&lt;/u&gt; *pause* &lt;u&gt;Don't be fool by me!&lt;/u&gt;"
&lt;strong&gt;Hans:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Sir oh... uto-uto ka daw.&lt;/em&gt;"
&lt;strong&gt;Junro:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Hindi sir&lt;/em&gt;! I mean, &lt;em&gt;wag kang magpauto sakanila&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;u&gt;Don't be fool by them!&lt;/u&gt;"

If you're from 4-A, then you probably know what we do to those who utter sentences with wrong grammars. If you don't... well... it's probably better that you don't know. &lt;em&gt;Ignorance is a bliss...&lt;/em&gt;

Gah. We have CAT tomorrow. How cool is that? Tss... totally not. The prom's next week and we have CAT tomorrow which means... *drumroll* a darker, uneven skin tone. Arggg. I might as well soak myself in sunblock before I go out. Pfft. I just hope I wake up early for tomorrow.

Hours ago, we had our dry run for the Elocution Festival on Monday. Finalist #1 -Dana, Finalist #2 -Ayeth, Finalist #3 -Albert. I'm seated between the porn princess &amp; the kaligayahan master, which means a whole damn lot of kaligayahan talk. That's a good thing you know, specially if you've been glum for the past months...

I found the missing piece... 02072006. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-113958189897878163?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/113958189897878163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=113958189897878163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/113958189897878163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/113958189897878163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2006/02/try-to-be-oblivious-to-complexities-of.html' title='Try to be oblivious to the complexities of life'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1.tinypic.com/ngpxud_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-113910559548743449</id><published>2006-02-05T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T10:13:15.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ISSUES, ISSUES, &amp; even more ISSUES</title><content type='html'>What a week.

Yes, my life has been one big emotional whirlwind.

Monday - ISSUES. Mila made a bash blog, and because I'm so blog-worthy, majority of its content is dedicated to me.

Tuesday - Fixed the issue. Received my acceptance letter from Ateneo.

Wednesday -Got into deep shit because of the issue. 4A got an IR because of the ISSUE.

Thursday -Mrs. Duran talked to us. Yey! At least she understood. I can say we got lucky, cause we got off quite easily.

Friday -Got rifles for CAT.... and.... Mr. Alegrid went kaboom because we didn't do out effing homeworks. What the hell... I'm mean, come on. Who can do 3 essays in a week? I know I can't.

Saturday -Friggin CAT training at Camp Crame. Got an uneven skin tone for the nth time.

I'm so lazy to even blog. So much for trying to be a GC. Pfft. I still have work for Physics, Economics, &amp; 3 essays to write.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-113910559548743449?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/113910559548743449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=113910559548743449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/113910559548743449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/113910559548743449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2006/02/issues-issues-even-more-issues.html' title='ISSUES, ISSUES, &amp; even more ISSUES'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-113841002987613438</id><published>2006-01-28T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T09:00:29.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GC stands for Grade Conscious</title><content type='html'>Ugh. Hell week is over. Thank you Lord for helping me survive the dreadful exams, the mind-twisting problems, the piercing stares of the people who hate me, and the endless issues for the week.

Please help me again to survive the impact I will receive when the results come out.

So much for relying on stock knowledge, I just hope I pass. Studying before a quarterly exam is not good. Nuh-uh. Definitely not good.

Oh well, the 4th quarter's my last shot... OUR last shot to prove ourselves. *sighs*

&lt;em&gt;Todo karir na 'to! Haha. Magpapaka-GC na ako.&lt;/em&gt;

Within the reach of reality &amp; possibility, I'll try as hard as I can.

&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LABO.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
So, what happened during the week? Nothing much, except that Albert's house-birthday party last tuesday (Jan 24) totally was the bomb!!! Imagine, on such short notice, 95% of the senior batch was able to make it. &lt;em&gt;Magimbita daw ba naman kasi ng biglaan? Haha. Buti nalang... sagot nya ung transpo. &lt;/em&gt;Then the next day, January 25, Carla, Nicole, Bea, Mae, Josh &amp;amp; me hanged out at Nicole's crib. *ehem* Nothing much happened, we just had a few talks wherein a serious confession &amp; a question was made, watched a movie... 'If Only'... how weird... Josh &amp;amp; I were laughing while Nicole was starting to burst into tears because of the movie... Yes, that's how weird we can get.

The elocutions was moved to the 13th. Feb 13th. Coolness. Fantabulous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-113841002987613438?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/113841002987613438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=113841002987613438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/113841002987613438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/113841002987613438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2006/01/gc-stands-for-grade-conscious.html' title='GC stands for Grade Conscious'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-113791152176848103</id><published>2006-01-22T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T19:13:19.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinda confidential, but what the hell</title><content type='html'>So there's this big issue among the seniors &amp; unfortunately, some juniors knew. (Wait, is it 'some'? or 'all'?) So now, I smell tension in the air, or maybe something more than that. Gah. Whatever I'm gonna put in here now &amp;amp; surely, you're gonna read maybe rude and too vulgar for you, and no, I'm not going to censor any names. Everyone deserves to know who's who.

Whatever happened was just for plain harmless fun. Nothing more, nothing less. So what? Yes. We kissed. French kissed. We didn't force Josh to do that. He did that willingly. So what's your issue now? We didn't want anyone to know, not even the other seniors and more so, the lower batches. Unfortunately, because of the BIVOUAC, the secret got out among us, the seniors. I don't know how, and I don't care, all I know is that it's out.

What surprised me even more is when you and your batchmates knew about it.

So now, you totally hate my guts for what happened. No, wait, you hate &lt;strong&gt;our&lt;/strong&gt; guts.&lt;strong&gt; You feel betrayed. I know.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm sorry for keeping a secret like that to you. We thought that it would be for the extreme good. We didn't want you to get hurt. More so, affect your relationship with Josh.

Then again, everything took an extreme turn for the worse.

If you think that Josh left you for me, think again. You might be right, or you might be wrong. We'll never know, won't we?

Go ahead, say whatever you want. I'm just letting out all my opinion here. My advice? Leave the 4th year business to the 4th years.

I was surpised when X told Dianne one version of the story, and more so when I've learned from Dana the version of the story that spread among the 4Bs... Gawd. How imaginative can they get? It's so far from the truth. It's become more of a fallacy, instead of a fact. Isn't that's what issues are about anyway?

I talked to Carla about this, and you know what she said? Gaaaahhhh. How carefree can that woman get?!

"Don't you want that? At least you're popular!" -spoken in vernacular.

Oh puuuhhh-leeaaase. Notorious, more like.

In other news,

I have a new layout. Isn't that obvious? Maybe not if you're new here or if you rarely visit my blog. Another one of the fruits of my boredom. Blah.

Desi's the extreme asshole. Don't get me wrong, I don't love the guy anymore. It's just that I was shocked. It was just like last week he told me he still loves me &amp;amp; now he's with another girl... AGAIN! Gah. Strike 2 for a patch. &lt;em&gt;Dude, you totally piss the hell out of me. DIIIIEEEE ASSHOLE! FUCK YOU! YOU DEFINE 'ASSHOLE' AT ITS FINEST. HELL COULD USE MORE OF YOUR KIND, YOU KNOW.
&lt;/em&gt;
Ok, that was emotionally driven. Pfft. Kuya Migo has been telling me that he'll just do me no good. That he's a wolf in an asshole's clothing... But did I listen?!?! FRIGGIN NOOOOO. Oh well. I've learned my lesson now. &lt;strong&gt;Milk the hell out of rich guys before they use you for their personal gain. &lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
Orite. 'nuff said. Exam week is up. I havn't reviewed yet. Whoohoo! Go me!

*&lt;em&gt;Ehem.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Bato-bato sa langit, tama'y wag magalit. Alam kong hindi na dapat ako gumanti and everything, pero during instances such as *ehem* &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;THIS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, ang mga ganito ay hindi dapat hindi pinapansin, kundi hindi dapat pinapalagpas.&lt;/em&gt; *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-113791152176848103?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/113791152176848103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=113791152176848103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/113791152176848103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/113791152176848103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2006/01/kinda-confidential-but-what-hell.html' title='Kinda confidential, but what the hell'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-113741789701915729</id><published>2006-01-16T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T21:24:57.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I feel this way, I can drown in the weight of it all</title><content type='html'>Things havn't exactly been going "well" lately.

I can feel things taking a 180-degree turn for the worse.

With a few months left before graduation, my batchmates are having misunderstandings. Plus, ISSUES popping out here &amp; there. So, all together, it's not good.

All my hardwork for nothing. Sure, I passed my university of choice &amp; -humility aside- I am the only one in our batch (as of now) who qualified for Ateneo De Manila University, BUT (here's a big 'BUT') my parents were like... "Bakit? Dun ka ba namin gusto magaral?" and I was like.. "EH un ung dream school ko! pinanalangin ko na pumasa ako dun!" ... And they were like... "Eh hindi un ung pangarap namin eh! Gusto namin sa UP ka!"

Initial Reaction: WHAT THE FUCK?! Gusto nyo sa UP?! KAYO MAGARAL DUN. ASA PA KAYONG PAPASA AKO DUN NOH.

But of course, those words never escaped my mouth. They were only spoken aloud, in my mind.

Parang nabale wala lahat. Why is it like that? Why does it have to be like that? the people who are your parents, the ones who should be supporting you &amp; helping you achieve your dream, are/can be the biggest obstacle you have to overcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-113741789701915729?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/113741789701915729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=113741789701915729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/113741789701915729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/113741789701915729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2006/01/if-i-feel-this-way-i-can-drown-in.html' title='If I feel this way, I can drown in the weight of it all'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-113663488285513110</id><published>2006-01-07T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T19:54:44.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond Expectations</title><content type='html'>My previous post was deleted and it contained all the information, and I'm now too lazy to retype everything.

Went Food tripping with Madel, Mika, Johann &amp; Mae yesterday... &lt;em&gt;Sa turo-turo. Sus, kala ko pa naman sa Jollibee and the like. Whoa...&lt;/em&gt;

CAT today. Received an uneven arm skin tone from the sun (right arm seems darker than left arm). Went to Garbi's place to get her Food Tech ntbk (gonna copy her notes cause I lost my ntbk).

SA seniors vs LP seniors -basketball game.

According to Yani, the LP seniors won. Whoohoo! We so suck.

Pratices for the TPR at Crame will start next Saturday... if things go as planned.

Prom - Feb 18... still tentative though.

TPR -March 4... still tentative .

Elocutions -Feb 4.

Gah. Graduation? When?

In other news...

Assuming that this &lt;a href="http://enroll.dlsu.edu.ph/dlsu/freshmen"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; doesn't give people crap, then I'd say I passed DLSU.
Assuming that what Ate Ana's &lt;a href="http://anatuts.blogdrive.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; contains is true, then I'd say I passed ADMU.

Let's all wait for the status letter from the universities.

Until then, I'll pray faithfully for miracles to happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-113663488285513110?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/113663488285513110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=113663488285513110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/113663488285513110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/113663488285513110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2006/01/beyond-expectations.html' title='Beyond Expectations'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-113629897285972006</id><published>2006-01-03T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T22:36:12.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Major Bummer</title><content type='html'>First day of school for the year 2006 starts tomorrow -isn't that just fantastic? Ugh. &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;. Hello friends and enemies. Bye bye long hours of indulging in cyberspace.

The Elocutions. I couldn't care less. Honestly, I don't care about it anymore, but I don't want to make a fool out of myself so... might as well just memorize the whole piece all over again.

I really miss someone... Can I say that? Do I even have the right to that?

Gah. Finally. The courage to admit it. Yeah, &lt;strong&gt;I MISS YOU&lt;/strong&gt;.

&lt;em&gt;Uhh... Who? &lt;/em&gt;LOL.

Friggin 'I Miss You' by Incubus &amp;amp; 'Blind' by Lifehouse is stuck in my head.

&lt;em&gt;To see you when I wake up, is a gift&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I didn't think could be real&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;To know that you feel the same, as I do,&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Is a 3-fold utopian dream&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;You do something to me&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;That I can't explain&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;So would I be out of line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;
&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I said "I MISS YOU"(?)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;

....
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;I was young but I wasn't naive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;
&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;I watched hopeless as he turned around to leave&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;And still I have the pain I have to carry&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;A past so deep &lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;that even you could not bury if you tried&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;And after all this time&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I never thought we'd be here&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Never thought we'd be here&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;When my love for you is blind&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;But I couldn't make you see it&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Couldn't make you see it&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;That I loved you more than you'll ever know&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;And a part of me died when I let you go&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I would fall asleep only in hopes of dreaming &lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;That everything would be like it was before &lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;But nights like this it seems are slowly fleeting&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;They disappear as reality is crashing to the floor
&lt;/em&gt;
dot dot dot [...]

A few more months 'till graduation.... Gah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-113629897285972006?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/113629897285972006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=113629897285972006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/113629897285972006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/113629897285972006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2006/01/major-bummer.html' title='Major Bummer'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-113609268975343838</id><published>2006-01-01T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T13:18:09.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for the past week.</title><content type='html'>Uncle came from the US and ever since then we've been partying nonstop.

Sorry. I dont feel like being loaquacious today.

New Year's Eve was a drag. I just slept through the night. I know, I'm a loser and I love it.

School starts in a few days. I havn't done a single homework yet.

Gaahh. Elocutions. FUCK. I lost my piece &amp; I totally forgot what I memorized back then.

"Happy New Year." What's 'Happy' about the new year? Pfft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-113609268975343838?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/113609268975343838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=113609268975343838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/113609268975343838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/113609268975343838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2006/01/for-past-week.html' title='for the past week.'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-113532311728290251</id><published>2005-12-23T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T20:25:40.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things happened so fast.</title><content type='html'>I apologize for the extreme lack of updates. Computer went kaboom... lazyness... and all that jazz... So now, I shall update. *smiles* .... I don't feel like going into details though... I'll just give you a brief walkthrough about the events that have occured.

&lt;b&gt;FOOD FAIR&lt;/b&gt;
Dec. 8. BOOM. It was raining. 'Twas really not much of a problem though, cause... based from the fact that the amount earned was 3x than that of the capital, (For our booth, that is) I can say that the food fair was a success. I was assigned as a P.A. or &lt;s&gt;Personal &lt;i&gt;Alalay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt; Physical Arranger. What does a PA do? Arrange the... "physical appearance" of their assigned booths. Then, I was an usherette during the afternoon... So yeah... We, seniors, ended the day with a "Kaligayahan Session." *evil grin*

&lt;b&gt;CHRISTMAS PARTY&lt;/b&gt;
I performed as part of the dance club whatsoevershits... which was actually a good thing because I was excused from our (the seniors') morning duty of assisting the pagsasarili kids. Whoohoo! &lt;i&gt;HAHA. Yaya? LoL&lt;/i&gt;
We had our party in the afternoon. *bow*

The next day... *drumroll*

&lt;b&gt;BIVOUAC&lt;/b&gt;
I went straight to PNPA (which is just a 10-15 mins drive from our place in Sta. Rosa) instead of having to go to OBMC-SA to attend the "assembly" because I have to attend our pasalamat first (It's an INC thing). So yeah... Had the firing which was extremely fun. Then... off to Alfonso, Cavite for the "bivouac proper". I don't like to go into details about the bivouac but I'll tell you one thing....

&lt;h1&gt;Hindi nasulit ung P950 na binayad namin for the bivouac.&lt;/h1&gt;

Tapos ung P250 pa for the bullets.... hindi naman kasi pumutok ung iba. Pfft.

Talk about a major bummer, hunger cause (most of the time, during the bivouac, my squadmates &amp; I were hungry... dont ask), &amp;amp; fatigue.

Oh well.

*change topic*

I wanna greet some of my friends a happy birthday. Spontaneous occurance. Lolz.

&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Belated Happy 16th Birthday to Bea&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Advance Happy 16th Birthday to Yani &amp; Francis&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Advance Happy 17th Birthday to Masahiro &amp;amp; Hans&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 17th Birthday to Mammi Flo.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
Merry Christmas? Nah. &lt;strong&gt;INCs DO NOT CELEBRATE CHRISTMAS&lt;/strong&gt;.

Later. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-113532311728290251?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/113532311728290251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=113532311728290251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/113532311728290251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/113532311728290251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/12/things-happened-so-fast.html' title='Things happened so fast.'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-113413490377405722</id><published>2005-12-09T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T20:29:03.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, what happened?</title><content type='html'>What a week.

It's been verrrryyyy fast.

Mood swings taken to the extreme. My tears are now so shallow, I can easily be made to cry.

We won the basketball game against the juniors. We won the intramurals. Overall champs, and... obviously, most of us are not feeling it. It's just like... &lt;em&gt;swoosh! We're Champs&lt;/em&gt;. Bow. End of Story.
Last Tuesday, Kuya Migo "elbowed" my head and the door bounced it back. Almost got knocked out. I'm not making any sense am I? It must be the aftermath. Erf.

I want my old way of thinking back. I want my intelligence back. I'm exaggerating, isn't it obvious?

I don't feel good right now. Emotionally speaking, that is. I'm currently hurt, confused, annoyed, &amp;amp; unsatisfied.

A lot of things annoy me. Pfft. &lt;em&gt;What's new?&lt;/em&gt; The food fair yesterday (Dec. 8) annoyed me BIG TIME, and I DON'T WANT TO THINK ABOUT IT.

I want to cry right now.

&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot of issues.&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;em&gt;Thoughts weigh so heavy, I drown in the weight of it all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-113413490377405722?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/113413490377405722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=113413490377405722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/113413490377405722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/113413490377405722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-what-happened.html' title='So, what happened?'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-113357378798288714</id><published>2005-12-03T08:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T09:45:41.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who let the dogs out? Blue, blue, blue, BLUE BEARS</title><content type='html'>At last, I can finally update.

For the past month, I've endured muscle pains, bruises, head aches, &amp; mood swings (delirium.... pfft. depression.). I'm really glad that the intramurals is finally over.

It's really fascinating why my voice hasn't gone hoarse after all of the cheering (&amp;amp; crying out loud) I've done. Don't ask about our cheering routine. We sucked big time. The 'ribbon-routine' totally fucked up, at least our dance was executed perfectly -as we've been told by a lot of spectators. :)

Our men's volleyball team is &lt;em&gt;waaaaaayyyy&lt;/em&gt; better than our women's volleyball team... (and to think that I'm part of women's volleyball team. pfft.) The guys conquered! They totally kicked ass! I wouldn't say the same thing for the basketball games though. Compared to the past games our guys have played (against the freshmen &amp; the sophies), the game yesterday (against the juniors) was totally dirty, harsh, but, at least, fair. It's a good thing that the official saw everything that's happening on court, which results to a lot of graduates (players fouled out). The competition was very tough, it resulted to a DOUBLE OVER TIME, but since it rained, the game will resume on tuesday, 0830H - 0930H. Good luck to us.

They're taking the game personally -cheerleaders &amp;amp; players alike. Exchange of insulting cheers for the cheerleaders, rough game for the players.

I still can't assume what the outcome will be. We're keeping our fingers crossed.

Thanks to all the kind people who greeted me a happy birthday. :)

Pictures! *grins*

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Bea, Nicole, Anne, Mae, Ayeth, &amp; Seigrede.

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Bea, Marianne, Ms. Alvarez, &amp; Ayeth.

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Erix &amp; Maico during the badminton game against the juniors.

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My brother, me &amp; Yani.

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Albert &amp; Me.

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Preparing for the cheering competition.

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After 2 vball games, the boys were trying to get some Zzzs before the cheering comp.

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Nice one Dianne. (Luigi, WTF.)

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Safra looks so cute. :)

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This is what we were doing in the electrical room.

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Seniors! &lt;3 

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HAHA. Bea, is the sun still shining when it's night time already?

So much for that, I'll upload the rest on my multiply when it's ok already, currently, it's crappy. Something must be wrong with its system.

Dance Club practice on Monday. &lt;strong&gt;GOOD LUCK TO US.&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;New layout by the way... and... I fixed the timestamp format so past entries might be out of date and time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-113357378798288714?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/113357378798288714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=113357378798288714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/113357378798288714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/113357378798288714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/12/who-let-dogs-out-blue-blue-blue-blue.html' title='Who let the dogs out? Blue, blue, blue, BLUE BEARS'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/para%20sa%20blog/th_DSC02308.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-113177904119827470</id><published>2005-11-13T05:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T15:04:01.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll have a BREAK.</title><content type='html'>I'm going on a...

&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIATUS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;p&gt;I have to focus on far more important things at the moment. I'm giving it all I've got. Schoolwork is stressing me out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hopefully, I'll be back after our intramurals (December 1 &amp; 2).&lt;/p&gt;Good luck to us in the elimination games. (Let's go &lt;b&gt;BLUE BEAR&lt;/b&gt;ries! HAHA.)

&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To the beautiful people who visit my blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: Be back soon, and, the loser on my tagboard, please ignore &lt;strong&gt;IT&lt;/strong&gt;. (Yes, it's an '&lt;strong&gt;IT&lt;/strong&gt;', and no, I'm not having any pronoun problems... if you know what I mean.)

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;To the loser on my tagboard&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Go ahead. Post all you want. Bash all you want. Flame all you want. HAHA.
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;INTELLGENT PEOPLE DO NOT ARGUE WITH FOOLS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;em&gt;Labo? Hindi. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-113177904119827470?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/113177904119827470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=113177904119827470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/113177904119827470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/113177904119827470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/11/ill-have-break.html' title='I&apos;ll have a BREAK.'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-113117125725601564</id><published>2005-11-06T05:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T17:17:45.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contemplating can lead to Self-Discovery</title><content type='html'>Insatiability.

If ever such word would come into existence, that would be the perfect term to associate my current state of being with. Insatiability -the condition or state of being insatiable.

Lately, I've been a perfectionist -which is highly unusual for me. You see, I've always been the "happy-go-lucky" type. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Come what may", "Bahala na"&lt;/span&gt;... those were the words I'd usually say when something BIG (and I do mean BIG) is about to happen. But now, it's as if everything has to be perfect. Flawless.

What brought me to a realization of my change, you might ask... Well, when I was doing the final draft of our cheerleading uniform/jersey, it just... happened. It was like it had to be perfect. A slight error would make me do the whole thing all over again (even when I'm almost done), just for perfection's sake.

If ever I'm not satisfied with my work, then perfection itself would not be enough. Perhaps it's not really perfection that I'm after for, but for satisfaction. My own definition of 'perfection defined at its finest'.

Oh gosh. What's happening to me? Carla's OCD (Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder) is definitely contagious. Beware. You have been warned.

I don't know what to do with 3000 php. I want a lot of things... I've been eyeing the new iPod NANO but my uncle's gonna give me one for my birthday, so no need to save up for that. Anyway, it's less than a month of wait. I think I can do that. I also want a new book... (&lt;u&gt;A Series of Unfortunate Events, Books 4-12&lt;/u&gt;...anyone? lol). I want to go on a movie marathon (Haha. Whatever). Oh! and I want... apple pie! (McDo. Haha. What the-?) Unlimited cravings, limited cash.

Hmm... perfectionist, paranoid, insatiable, OC, insomniac... What's next?

Good thing I trashed nostalgia... or have I not?

Geez. I'm not even sure about myself.

I am so weird. I have issues.

I even look so weird with my glasses on.

&lt;img style="WIDTH: 314px; HEIGHT: 247px" alt="as if my issues aren't weird enough. i even look a whole lot weird." src="http://tinypic.com/fc2n36.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-113117125725601564?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/113117125725601564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=113117125725601564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/113117125725601564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/113117125725601564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/11/contemplating-can-lead-to-self.html' title='Contemplating can lead to Self-Discovery'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-113107627958987607</id><published>2005-11-05T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T20:51:43.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Blogging's Sake</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;F0RGET HiS NAME - F0RGET HiS FACE F0RGET HiS KiSS &amp;' WARM EMBRACE F0RGET THE THiNGS HE USED T0 SAY REMEMBER N0W HE'S G0NE AWAY ... F0RGET THE THiNGS HE USED T0 D0.. F0RGET THE SHiT HE PUT Y0U THR0UGH.. F0RGET THE L0VE Y0U 0NCE SHARED' F0RGET THE FACT THAT HE 0NCE CARED F0RGET THE WAY HE SAiD Y0UR NAME REMEMBER NOW THiNGS AREN'T THE SAME F0RGET THE TALKS Y0U 0NCE HAD.. F0RGET THE TH0UGHT, iT MAKES Y0U SAD F0RGET THAT Y0U SAiD Y0U W0ULD WAiT REMEMBER N0W, HiS L0VE iS HATE.. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;a href="http://maebuquid.multiply.com"&gt;Mae&lt;/a&gt;'s group message via YM.

Oh well. Sem break's gonna end in a few days. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cousin's birthday today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGENDA FOR MONDAY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
-Recording
-&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;SCRIPT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
-&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BALAGTASAN&lt;/span&gt;.

And... someone's birthday.

I have new eyeglasses. Carla (my...beautiful seatmate) "broke" the previous one. HAHA. Nah. It was intentional. It was my very intelligent idea on how to get a new pair of eyeglasses -to have the previous one broken. I told her to break it. &lt;em&gt;Harharharhar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A snapshot will be posted later, if I feel like doing so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bow.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[edit 1843 H]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uploaded a new layout. I dunno why I made a new one though. Still don't have a pic with my glasses. Probably tomorrow. =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[/edit 1844 H]&lt;/strong&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/7607686-113107627958987607?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/113107627958987607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=113107627958987607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/113107627958987607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/113107627958987607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/11/for-bloggings-sake.html' title='For Blogging&apos;s Sake'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-113075274414936495</id><published>2005-11-01T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T17:59:04.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spontaneous blogging.</title><content type='html'>A marathon of updates. Yes. It's the boredom speaking. Isn't that obvious?

New goal in life: &lt;u&gt;Never be dramatic. &lt;b&gt;Ever.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;

I'm trying. :)

Really.

Ugh.

It's hard to be ... or try to be someone you're not.

It's hard to claim something that's not really yours.

It's hard to let go of something that makes you happy... but hurts you even more.

It's hard to be rational when emotions blind your decisions.

It's hard to think straight.

Ugh. WHY?

My friends are right.... my &lt;u&gt;"unusual level"&lt;/u&gt; of thinking only works in the field of academics. But... when it comes to real-life-problems, emotions blind my actions. I don't do what I think will be right. My actions do not respond to my thinking. It responds to how I feel. Ugh.

&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tanga.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;em&gt;Give me something strong enough to hold on. &lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Give me something strong enough to lean on.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
Happy Halloween everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-113075274414936495?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/113075274414936495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=113075274414936495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/113075274414936495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/113075274414936495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/10/spontaneous-blogging.html' title='Spontaneous blogging.'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-113063972131697625</id><published>2005-10-31T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T10:35:21.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No, it's not HELL... it's the land of the dead.</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I made it through &lt;s&gt;HELL&lt;/s&gt; EXAM WEEK. :D Yey!

Semestral Break starts. Classes will resume on the 7th of November. Very nice. For the first time in my high-school-life history, a &lt;u&gt;proper&lt;/u&gt; semestral break -One that will last for a week. Fantastic.

&lt;s&gt;I'm leaving for the province in a few hours. To visit my... deceased grandpa, see my relatives, &amp; 'get something' out of it. Might be back on the 2nd of November. &lt;i&gt;"Goodbye Civilization!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt; &lt;h2&gt;TRIP WAS CANCELLED DUE TO FLOODS IN THE AREA OF DESTINATION.&lt;/h2&gt; HAHA. Yeeeyyy

&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;(SOME)&lt;/u&gt; PICTURES DURING THE EXAM WEEK:&lt;/b&gt; *grins*

&lt;img style="WIDTH: 324px; HEIGHT: 260px" height="372" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v369/fr0z3nheart/DSC02165.jpg" width="324" /&gt;
HAHA. Brownout = &lt;s&gt;CANCELLED&lt;/s&gt; DELAYED STATISTICS EXAM.

&lt;img style="WIDTH: 324px; HEIGHT: 260px" height="372" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v369/fr0z3nheart/DSC02187.jpg" width="324" /&gt;
Ooohh.. Nasty. -Yani, Carla, Johann &amp; Mika

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Mae &amp; Johann Showdown (Notice Yohann in the background. Heehee.)

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Johann really lost it.

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Me with mah bitches. (Look at Dana. HAHA. Nice wun Gens.)

&lt;img style="WIDTH: 324px; HEIGHT: 260px" height="372" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v369/fr0z3nheart/DSC02225.jpg" width="324" /&gt;
This happens if one studies too hard.

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&lt;em&gt;"Weh? Di nga?" &lt;/em&gt;(Joshy, Me, &amp; Genny)

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Due to extreme boredom after taking the exam. (Bea &amp; Ayeth. Gens on my lap.)

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Joshy, Carla, &amp; Genny.

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*mwah* (Bea &amp; my brother)

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&lt;em&gt;Kunwari stolen -&lt;/em&gt;Seniors.

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Blurred scandal.

More pics to be uploaded in my &lt;a href="http://tasteslikehell.multiply.com"&gt;multiply&lt;/a&gt;... soon! :)

Lots of love. &lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-113063972131697625?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/113063972131697625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=113063972131697625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/113063972131697625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/113063972131697625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/10/no-its-not-hell-its-land-of-dead.html' title='No, it&apos;s not HELL... it&apos;s the land of the dead.'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-113005072513680846</id><published>2005-10-24T06:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T15:16:03.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there are somethings you just cant understand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;She doesn't know how to react.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;The news gave her a shock which I doubt she would be resilient.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;But she's strong. She's got to be.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;As she continued to read... tears silently fell from her eyes.... smearing her face.... symbolizing pain beyond words... &lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;She desperately cries out for help.&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;em&gt;But who would help her?&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Silently... but gracefully... she fall.&lt;/em&gt;

+++++

I felt my whole body become numb as I read the news.

Its not easy to deal with.

This is supposed to be gone.

Rationality? Where are you? I need you right now.

Luigi! Where the pahkin hell are you!?

Its hurts.

Can I trash this?

Why am I so stubborn?!

I hate this.

Then again, who would love feeling like this?

NOBODY.

WAAAAHHH!!! I HATE THIS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-113005072513680846?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/113005072513680846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=113005072513680846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/113005072513680846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/113005072513680846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/10/there-are-somethings-you-just-cant.html' title='there are somethings you just cant understand.'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-112997615986754633</id><published>2005-10-23T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T18:16:00.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The art of randomness.</title><content type='html'>So, we had our art class yesterday. We have that once a month... and yesterday, we were to work with pastels. Since I was not in the mood to take it seriously (good thing it's not part of our academics.. its only for fun... otherwise... there is a 101% chance that I will flunk.), I just made a rough .... picture.

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HAHA. See? told 'ya I made fun of it.

Oh well. I think that I will flunk the Computer long test we had yesterday. Ugh. Major &lt;strong&gt;UGH&lt;/strong&gt;. ahhhhateit. Shitstoooopid. Arg.

Its was Garbie's (Mara Cordial) 16th birthday yesterday too. Heehee. &lt;em&gt;Pizza Partttyyyy!!!&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
Then tomorrow, it'll be Paolo Castro's 16th birthday. (Along with his USTCET.) How cool right? &lt;em&gt;harharhar.&lt;/em&gt;

Mom left for the United States yesterday too. She'll be back on the 10th &lt;em&gt;(?)&lt;/em&gt; of December... which means... she won't be here for my 15th birthday. How sad right? =(

I'm finally gonna get rid of my braces. Heehee. My dentist told me that he &lt;strong&gt;MIGHT&lt;/strong&gt; remove it next month if my teeth goes as planned. (and if I visit more often. erf.)

2nd Quarter Examinations next week. Wish me luck. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-112997615986754633?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/112997615986754633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=112997615986754633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/112997615986754633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/112997615986754633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/10/art-of-randomness.html' title='The art of randomness.'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-112945163099583980</id><published>2005-10-17T07:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T16:33:51.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will not...</title><content type='html'>I will not rant about how much I feel betrayed right now.

I will not rant about how much I am irritated.

I will not rant about a certain BITCH who totally irritates me.

I will not rant about how much the De La Salle University College Entrance Test [that I just took hours ago] totally pissed me off because the time pressure is totally not enough for the number of items to be answered.

I will not rant about how life is so unfair.

I will not rant about the difficulties I'm going through right now.

At the moment.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-112945163099583980?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/112945163099583980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=112945163099583980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/112945163099583980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/112945163099583980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-will-not.html' title='I will not...'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-112874995908644768</id><published>2005-10-09T04:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T13:39:19.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superior Perfection</title><content type='html'>I am updating. Obviously .. I am.

I'm here right now to &lt;strong&gt;BRAG&lt;/strong&gt; about my I.Q. test result. HAHA. Nah. Bah. Yeh. Whatever.

Got it yesterday, before sneaking out of the school to eat something &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DECENT&lt;/span&gt;. (Yes. Our school food is &lt;u&gt;not decent enough&lt;/u&gt; that a student has to 'get out' to be able to eat something decent. Fantastic.)

&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;uperior.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
HAHA. WTF. Can you believe that?

Not.

Seriously. That came to me as a surprise.

Oh well.

.....

I've been having a lot of paranoia attacks lately. &lt;em&gt;Dame Desu. &lt;/em&gt;Oh, and I'm also becoming more of a perfectionist. Ack. That's not good right? I used to despise perfectionists, but now I'm turning into one! &lt;em&gt;How weird...&lt;/em&gt; Which makes me remember my English teacher's (Mr. Rogelio Alegrid &lt;3) palanca letter to me...

&lt;em&gt;"All these years I have seen how you tried to achieve for perfection. Ayeth, it is alright that we fail sometimes, its part of the whole learning experience."&lt;/em&gt;

I can so not believe that? &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;? A perfectionist?

I'm not right? or am I?

Ack. Whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-112874995908644768?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/112874995908644768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=112874995908644768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/112874995908644768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/112874995908644768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/10/superior-perfection.html' title='Superior Perfection'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-112808645236048933</id><published>2005-10-01T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T21:23:18.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nearing a breakdown..... again.</title><content type='html'>MY BODY FREAKIN' HURTS.

Its probably because of the Volleyball-ing I did this morning. Very Fantastic. I wonder how the hell will I be able to hold a rifle tomorrow. Arg. Fuck CAT. I hate the teacher. &lt;u&gt;REALLY.&lt;/u&gt;

Mr. Tabajonda reads my blog. HAHA. How fucking cool is that?! Verrry. ;-)

This week has been so stressful. RHGP is killing us, 4th year students. You probably know what 'RHGP' is if you're an O.B. Montessorian, but if not, then, I shall try my best to simply define it. RHGP, or Revitalised Homeroom Guidance Program is like the GMRC or Good Morals &amp;amp; Right Conduct you probably have. Its kinda synonymous to it.

And RHGP palang un ha.... what more kung sa major subjects pa...

Oh well. Batchmates, let's all graduate in March. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-112808645236048933?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/112808645236048933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=112808645236048933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/112808645236048933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/112808645236048933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/09/nearing-breakdown-again.html' title='Nearing a breakdown..... again.'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-112752745586987201</id><published>2005-09-25T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T14:23:51.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retreat + ACET = total breakdown</title><content type='html'>Whoa. Sorry for not updating. My DSL died out last week. Thus, I was not able to update. But nonetheless, I'm back.

So yeah. Last week was the retreat. It truly was fun. Really. Somehow, it helped me. Really helped me. HAHA.

They placed us in cottages. My "cottage-mates" were: Mae, Mara, Marianne, Bea, Mika, Johann, Czarina, Seigrede, &amp; Madel. Erika, Carla, Iris, &amp;amp; Abby were in a different cottage. HAHA. Dunno with the boys. The facilities were fine. They were all working. I won't say the same for the beds, cause it was so bloody dusty. &lt;i&gt;Eew.&lt;/i&gt; And not to mention the food, which were kinda bland. &lt;i&gt;Walang lasa&lt;/i&gt;. But, oh well. At least... &lt;i&gt;Pakain kami&lt;/i&gt;. Oh yeh.

I wish the retreat lasted for at least 3 days. Shame, it was only an overnight experience. =(

Then after the retreat was the *drumroll* ACET. Ateneo College Entrance Test. *ten ten ten*.

It was ok. Except for the Math part. Shieeettt. THE LATTER MATH PART. Numerical Ability. Ugh. Plus, I.DID.NOT.REVIEW. Plus, I.LACK.SLEEP. -Due to the retreat.

Fantastic.

Still, I so hope I pass that dreadful test.

God. Please help me.

Oh well.

There's still De La Salle if ever. hehe. If ever I make it to the deadline of submission of application forms.

Oh shiet. Fantastic.

Oh and... check out my multiply for some pics of the retreat. Go click my picture. HAHA.

&lt;a href="http://tasteslikehell.multiply.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 77px; HEIGHT: 69px" height="195" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v369/fr0z3nheart/retreat6.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt;&lt; rushing palancas. cram time. hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-112752745586987201?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/112752745586987201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=112752745586987201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/112752745586987201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/112752745586987201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/09/retreat-acet-total-breakdown.html' title='Retreat + ACET = total breakdown'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-112635142628086131</id><published>2005-09-11T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T19:23:47.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and its coming...</title><content type='html'>The retreat. Its soooo fab. There's been a change in plans. My parents &lt;u&gt;kinda&lt;/u&gt; allowed me to join the retreat, isn't that just dandy? Haha. *ehem* &lt;strong&gt;PALANCA LETTERS PLEASE&lt;/strong&gt;. =)

Today is the Parent-Teacher Conference. A.K.A.: Judgement day - its the releasing of report cards. So, yeah, I still don't know my grades because I did not go with my mom to get my card. I'm feeling lazy. Heehee. (mom is not yet home)

This week has been fantastic. We've been having shitloads of exhibits -Science in the Kitchen (Tues), Home Arts(Wed), Agriculture(Thurs). HAHA. How cool is that? Tsss. Totally not.

Preciosa Soliven, our .... "Principal" was kind enough to pay us a visit last Thursday. She gave us seniors a &lt;strong&gt;little&lt;/strong&gt; speech (again) about literacy course which placed a halt to the on-going exhibit. Poor intermediate students.... their very-prepared-for exhibit was disrupted because of her visit. Now, that's even waaaaaaayyyyyy cool... NOT. HAHA.

We didn't have classes yesterday. Its some kind of a holiday for the teachers. So, its also some kind of a holiday for us students. Fantastic!

And I still have ... 33 more palancas to write.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-112635142628086131?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/112635142628086131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=112635142628086131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/112635142628086131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/112635142628086131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/09/and-its-coming.html' title='and its coming...'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-112573916058352833</id><published>2005-09-04T08:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T17:19:22.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fridays and Prayers</title><content type='html'>Its fascinating how Fridays can turn out. Really.

So we had the 1st set of declamation speakers yesterday during English class, and as expected, Mika gave a superb performance. (Like duh... the DEFENDING CHAMPION. LoL). I was doing my History HW during English class (freaky Cold War) ...heehee... I am so good. However, Mrs. Cereno (Hist. teacher) was absent. My work wasn't for nothing though, it was still for submission. Oh yeah.

Math is so fascinating. Mr. Tabajonda so rocks! HAHA. Imagine, we spent the whole period doing Math equations to raise our grades. Fascinating. There's this one problem that is so bloody tricky:

&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The sum of a number and its reciprocal is 10/3&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Find the number&lt;/span&gt;.

Ack.

Fascinating.

Oh well.

4th yr -A is so bloody. Carla (Class Mayor) was having a hard time controlling Genesis (during History. Ms. Cereno was absent and gave us a seatwork so that we'll have something to do during her period). Seriously. Dammit. Plus, our adviser is also bloody.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "If you officers don't do your job well, I will replace you with my own set of officers."
&lt;/span&gt;
Dammit. Why is it that they just don't follow? Dammit.

I hate it. I hate the pressure. I hate the stress. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I so fucking hate it.

My parents did not allow me to fucking attend the retreat. Dammit. Oh well, I guess I'll be brushing up on my mathematical skills during the two-day-supposedly-for-retreat days. Retreat is this September 15-16 and... TADA!! September 17 is my schedule for the ACET (Ateneo College Entrance Test). So, might as well just study... and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRAY&lt;/span&gt;.

Oh yeah. If there's one thing I learned when taking tests its : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Study less, Pray more"&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA. I tell you, its soooo bloody effective. Basis? My performance during the Mathematics Quarterly Exams. I did not expect to be the highest. I knew that my review was not enough, so, I just prayed, and prayed, and prayed. When Mr. Tj (short for Tabajonda) was already announcing the scores (lowest to highest), I was sooooo bloody pressured. Dammit. When he was down to the top 3, I was already sooo freakin' nervous. Then he announced Carla as the top 3...... then....








"Pajanel, is the highest. Chua, second."














HAHA. Dammit. Yes. I shall pray more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-112573916058352833?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/112573916058352833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=112573916058352833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/112573916058352833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/112573916058352833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/09/fridays-and-prayers.html' title='Fridays and Prayers'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-112558058210395190</id><published>2005-09-02T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T21:16:22.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>like OMG</title><content type='html'>HAHA. Yes. Finally uploaded the layout.

Ampf.

I'll update soon. I still have work to do for Physics. HAHA. Fascinating.

I can't believe I actually still have time for this. Amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-112558058210395190?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/112558058210395190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=112558058210395190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/112558058210395190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/112558058210395190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/09/like-omg.html' title='like OMG'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-112532025003105700</id><published>2005-08-30T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T21:03:33.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>english crap</title><content type='html'>We don't have classes today due to some holiday shit. Isn't that just dandy? *smiles*

I made a new layout. But I won't be using it just yet. I'm still sooooo feeling my current layout &lt;em&gt;---"Thanks for watching as I fall".&lt;/em&gt; HAHA. Seriously.

Using the English language gives an &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"ELITE-ISTA"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; effect. Right &lt;a href="http://mistyillusions.multiply.com"&gt;Bea&lt;/a&gt;? *smirks*

Fascinating.

Fantabulous. (Fantastic + Fabulous).

HAHA. Kay. I've been sayin' a whole lot of crap lately.

I think I'll be using English often. Heehee. Very fascinating.

I seriously need to blog about something. Erg.

My foot is feeling fine now by the way. Although I still have that thing wrapped around it, I can say that it is feeling a whole lot better.

I'm feeling kinda bitter about.... something. Arg. Don't ask. I'm sure you know already what the fucking shit is about. I hate feeling this way. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I soooo fucking hate it.

And I still have to memorize the Basic Trigonometric Identities for tomorrow's Math recitation. Arg. Oh, and its the freaky swap meet tomorrow. Freaky. (OBMC SWAP MEET -its where students get to sell junk to their fellow students. Its like a school garage sale or something of that sort. Fascinating. Really.)

This is freaky. I'm using English like &lt;strong&gt;whoa&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-112532025003105700?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/112532025003105700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=112532025003105700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/112532025003105700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/112532025003105700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/08/english-crap.html' title='english crap'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-112519606224258640</id><published>2005-08-29T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T10:39:16.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tententen!</title><content type='html'>I don't think my grades for the first quarter will be... well... &lt;u&gt;pleasant&lt;/u&gt;. I flunked the quarterly exams for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PE&lt;/span&gt;. (Yes. Physical Education.) and *drumroll* &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JOURNALISM&lt;/span&gt;.

Oh yeah.

I'm like that.

When I don't like the subject, I don't put any effort in it. So yeah. I whole-heartedly accept the fact that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I WILL BE GETTING A LINE OF 7 FOR THE FIRST TIME IN ALL MY SCHOOLING LIFE
&lt;/span&gt;
Fascinating.

Really.

Arg.

I'm so stressed.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/7607686-112519606224258640?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/112519606224258640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=112519606224258640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/112519606224258640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/112519606224258640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/08/tententen.html' title='tententen!'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-112459600186050379</id><published>2005-08-22T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T11:46:41.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freaky freaky fracture.</title><content type='html'>The exams are over. Thank God. Now, 3 more quarters to go and I'm out of &lt;a href="http://obmontessori.edu.ph"&gt;OBMC&lt;/a&gt;. Yey! College, here I come! HAHA.

I am currently suffering from a fracture in the 5th digit of my left foot, and ITS NOT GOOD. Grrrrrr. Left foot will be totally immobilized for 2-3 weeks ... meaning... &lt;strong&gt;NO DANCE CLUB, NO CAT, NO WHATSOEVER-BULLSHIT&lt;/strong&gt; that can put pressure in my left foot. Grrrrr.

I know... I am a disabled person.

That is so Fetch!ü *notice the sarcasm*

It is not good. I swear its not G-O-O-D.

&lt;em&gt;Dame desu&lt;/em&gt; as they say in Japanese.

Shame. I am supposed to perform this coming Tuesday assembly, but due to my freaky, freaky fracture.... I WILL NOT.

Grrrrrrrr. Good luck to me.

*looks at the calendar*

&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OHHHH!!!! ITS THE 21ST TODAY!!! BWAHAHAHAHA!!! TRALALALALA... AMAZING.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Condemn me for the irony.&lt;/span&gt;

To the reader: Pardon the stupidity of the post. I love you. HAHA. Happiness is so elusive for me nowadays. I swear. Oh no, its not. HAHA. Weird...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-112459600186050379?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/112459600186050379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=112459600186050379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/112459600186050379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/112459600186050379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/08/freaky-freaky-fracture.html' title='freaky freaky fracture.'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-112391304784308169</id><published>2005-08-14T05:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T14:04:07.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="erf." src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/thththbrand20new.gif" align="left" /&gt;This is it. The moment of truth. I shall now officially post into public his lies..... deceptions... and other shit of that sort. This will be for my own good since this is my blog. HAHA. Besides, he doesn't go visit this. So.... I shall bash him here. &lt;em&gt;AHHHH... VENGEANCE&lt;/em&gt;. --Kiddin! I don't exactly know if bashing him will make me feel better though, but, i would like you lovely people to know what happened, what he said (erf. lies), why it went like that. --&lt;em&gt;Even&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;I don't know why it went like that! &lt;/em&gt;So perhaps... you could draw up a conclusion based from the data I would give/post here. I am still hoping light would shine within me. Prayers helped me though... but.. lets get to that in the latter part of my post.

So.. ok ... friendster part... all that shit. And you know what, his last testimonial to me was: 'I LOVE YOU SO MUCH'. Those exact words &amp; exact caps. Shit. Dated May 04, 2005. Uhm... &lt;s&gt;That was before things got so damn complicated and fucked up.&lt;/s&gt; Oh no, wait, that was before he went into COLLEGE.

So, what exactly did COLLEGE freakin' do to him? Why the freakin' sudden change? Hell. I-DONT-KNOW. You see, a few days after his orientation in De La Salle University,&lt;em&gt; (date was May 19 or 20.. or both. Hell. I forgot&lt;/em&gt;) or actually even those days of his orientation, our communication was extremely scarce. Scarcity of communication carried to the extreme.
A day or two would pass with him not even texting me a single message. See? I can't believe he can handle that. I even had a conversation with him before all those shit happened, &amp;amp; it went like this:

ME: &lt;em&gt;"Baka naman pag nag college ka na hindi na tayo magkakaron ng communication."&lt;/em&gt;
HIM: &lt;em&gt;"Hindi. Tatawagan parin kita kahit na puro 'rawr' at 'meow' lang sasabihin ko. Hindi ko makakaya ung hindi ka makausap sa isang araw."&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and there...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ladies and gentlemen...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LIE #1&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fascinating right? HAHA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, moving on... after that I was like, &lt;strong&gt;extremely paranoid&lt;/strong&gt;! (Please refer to my previous posts of paranoia. Erf.) I mean, he's not even fuckin' making paramdam! And you know what the excuse is... *drumroll*... 'wala daw load'. Walang load tapos nakakagimik. Walang load tas sa iba nakakatawag sya sakin hindi. Ano ba naman yan... Tsk Tsk... &lt;em&gt;Katarantaduhan nga naman talaga oh..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Then... he totally changed. TOTALLY. Its as if I dont know him anymore. Then... *tententen*. Kaboom. A friend informed me about the 'EX' incident. &lt;em&gt;You know.... him.. liking his ex again... ex is making paramdam... and other shit like that. (Again, please refer to my previous posts). &lt;/em&gt;I think this is the source of our problem... why we ended like this. Kasi, kung nuon pa man naayos na namin 'to... hindi na sana lumaki pa. Pero, fudge. OO. Nagusap nga kami regarding THAT incident.... so.. ok... ayun... ganito-ganyan.... Pero wala paring pagbabago eh. I was hoping na sana he'll be more closer to me, but the opposite happened.

&lt;em&gt;"Don't worry. Everything will be ok in the long run. In the short run, we'll face these difficulties."&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;"Ngayon lang 'to mahirap. Pero everything will be ok when this is over, pag ok na ako ulit. I PROMISE."&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;"Everything will be ok in the long run. Bibisitahin kita lagi." (he means at school.)&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;LIES... LIES... LIES.&lt;/strong&gt;

He told those bullshitte to me when he was moving to his condo somewhere in Manila. Erf.

Then.. fast forward... after the cool off and that &lt;em&gt;away-bati-away-bati&lt;/em&gt; episode, KABOOM.

&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The break up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

Evening of July 4, 2005. I thought everything was going well when we had a conversation. I thought we can finally be ok. But.... *TENEN!* the opposite, once again, happened.

HIM: "Tell me... kung pano ako makakabawi sayo..."
ME: "I wanna see you."
HIM: "...And i want to end this."
ME: "End what?! *preparing self for the worse*...."
HIM: "You.. Me... Us... This...."

Ayun. It went kaboom. &lt;em&gt;Bat pa nya ako pinahold on kung bibitaw rin pala sya?&lt;/em&gt; --I called him up June 8... I was supposed to break up with him. But he told me &lt;em&gt;"Please... hold on... sa una lang talaga tayo mahihirapan... blah blah blah... "&lt;/em&gt; and all that shit. So, ok. I decided to give him a chance. I expected change. But... Nada. Nothing. Iie. Wala.

I knew it was coming. But, I never expected it to happen so fast.

He did visit though. July 5. I can't talk to him decently. Its like seeing him kills me. Since I can't have a decent conversation with him, he just called me that night. He told me that he broke up with me not because he doesn't love me anymore, but because he has to put his studies first. &lt;em&gt;BAKIT? HINDI BA NYA KAYANG IACCOMPLISH UN NA KASAMA AKO SA BUHAY NYA?! DIBA KUNG MAHAL NYA TALAGA AKO HINDI NYA DAPAT AKO INIWAN! KAHIT ANO PA MANG KALECHEHAN ANG DUMATING SA BUHAY NYA! Pero hindi eh....&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
He told me that when things are... once again... 'OK', he'll come back to me.















Pffft. Ayoko nang umasa.














Masakit umasa.













Lalo na kung umaasa ka sa wala.

But, I don't know. Every night, I always pray to God to help me. He made me realize something though. That maybe, just maybe, HE really isn't HIM. Gets? He isn't really all that. He's not the only guy in this world. --&lt;em&gt;HAHA. that is sooo cliche-ic. &lt;/em&gt;The relationship has been wrong starting from the beginning. It just went from 'bad' to 'worst'.

"It hurts so much, it doesn't hurt anymore" --&lt;a href="http://liveliketodaywasnothing.blogspot.com"&gt;Luigi Alfonso&lt;/a&gt;

I won't deny the fact that &lt;strong&gt;I STILL DO LOVE HIM&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes. Call me stupid, call me brainless or whatever word you can associate with the tagalog term 'TANGA'. But I will not deny the fact that I still LOVE him despite of everything he has done to me. I am proud to say that I have finally accepted the fact na 'Wala na talaga kami'. But... something is holding me back from totally letting go. Its as if a small part of me is still, actually hoping that he'd come back.

I do not regret anything. I have been happy. Sabi nga ni &lt;a href="http://ripemangoshake.blogdrive.com"&gt;Mammi Flo&lt;/a&gt; eh, "Why regret having a chunk of happiness in your life?". Besides, regrets wont help me.

Even blogging about all this shit won't bring him back to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-112391304784308169?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/112391304784308169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=112391304784308169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/112391304784308169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/112391304784308169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/08/confessions.html' title='confessions'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/th_thththbrand20new.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-112338369216183589</id><published>2005-08-08T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T11:01:32.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang UPCAT. bow.</title><content type='html'>Ganito, tatagalugin ko na since sa UPCAT nahirapan ako sa mga tagalog na part. Ampf. Kainis.

Kahapon, nag take ako ng tinatawag nilang University of the Philippines College Admission Test o ang tinatawag nilang "UPCAT". Grabe pala un. 5 hrs. Buti nalang ang schedule ko ay sa Tanghali -12:30pm.

Ang masasabi ko lang tungkol sa UPCAT ay....
















grabe....

















&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PUTANGINA! &lt;strong&gt;ANDALI&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
OO. Madali lang sya. SUPER.













Madali pero nakakabobo. Ampf. Labo ba? Pero swear talaga, &lt;strong&gt;MADALI LANG SYA&lt;/strong&gt;. As in.



Ngayon, ang kinakailangan ko nalang problemahin ay yung essay ko sa ATENEO. OO. Hanggang ngayon hindi ko pa rin ito nagagawa.
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-112338369216183589?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/112338369216183589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=112338369216183589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/112338369216183589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/112338369216183589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/08/ang-upcat-bow.html' title='ang UPCAT. bow.'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-112264053226237798</id><published>2005-07-30T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T20:35:32.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mixed.</title><content type='html'>Until now, I still have a lot of questions... that are left unanswered.

I'm nostalgic of the happy times we have shared, the memories, the phone calls, the text messages, the hugs, the kisses... everything.

I'm surprised at the sudden change of things.

I'm amazed at how something that had started so perfect, end up at such disaster.

I still don't know what happened to him.

.....

Ok.

Blabing here won't help. I know, but at least, I have let it out. I've been whining to my friends about this.... and.... Thank God they are so patient with me, or else... I would have gone insane.

Its weird, I'm feeling mixed emotions about this topic.

For one thing, I'm sure I'm still so shattered.... but its mmkay. At least he's happy now.

I'm also grateful that he came into my life, because for once, I knew what it was like to be loved... TRULY loved.... even if it seemed as if he faked it. (Which is half true by the way.)

I'm so thankful of what he did to me. I have learned that all guys (yep, even the nicest ones) can turn into complete assholes.

He made me stronger.

I have also learned that when your friends/family 's acts of comforting is not really helping you, you should seek refuge from God. Trust me. It helps..... a lot.

I have no regrets of whatever I have done. I have been happy. &lt;em&gt;Its just now that I'm still hanging.&lt;/em&gt;

I guess that ... it was just... inevitable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-112264053226237798?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/112264053226237798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=112264053226237798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/112264053226237798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/112264053226237798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/07/mixed.html' title='mixed.'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-112218175207971285</id><published>2005-07-25T04:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T16:31:23.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for the sake of updating</title><content type='html'>My apologies. I havn't updated much recently, mainly because, there isn't anything for me to update. HAHA

I havn't done my Ateneo essay yet. Might as well do it later today.

Gash. I am not myself recently.

I wanna change my layout, but... wala eh. Wala akong inspiration. Grrrar.

&lt;em&gt;San na kaya napunta inspirasyon ko? Nawala. Pati kaligayahan ko nawala na rin. Tsss. Ang hirap panaman hanapin ng kaligayahan pag nawala. Haaaay. &lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
[EDIT. 4.31pm]
New Layout. HAHA. La lang. Un lang.
[/EDIT 4.32 pm]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-112218175207971285?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/112218175207971285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=112218175207971285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/112218175207971285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/112218175207971285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/07/for-sake-of-updating.html' title='for the sake of updating'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-112152513336619740</id><published>2005-07-17T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T22:45:33.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what more am i to say?</title><content type='html'>I'll save the drama. Baka umiyak pa ako habang nag t-type eh.

&lt;i&gt;Pahk. Hindi ko ineexpect nagaganitohin nya ako. Akala ko pa naman.... &lt;u&gt;'Matino na 'to'&lt;/u&gt;... Tapos, SHIT! Nawala. Ku-maboom.&lt;/i&gt;

Anyway...

Bottomline: (My own conclusion) He doesn't love me the way I love him. Parang naging panakip butas lang talaga ako. Kasi kung mahal nya talaga ako, hindi nya dapat ako iiwan kahit ano pa mang problema ung dumating sa buhay nya, eh hindi eh. He found it easy to let me go. Tsss. What more am I to expect? If he, himself, asked me to let go? Wala na diba...

The lyrics say it all. Basahin nyo nalang.



&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BIGLAAN-6 CYCLE MIND&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Nandito nakaukit pa rin sa puso ko,
Nang sabihin mong wag na lang.&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Nandito nakatatak pa rin sa isip ko,
Kung paano mong tinalikuran ang lahat.&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;b&gt;Kay bilis ba't umalis, nakakamiss

Na bigla lang di ko man lamang nalaman
Na mawawala,
Na bigla lang di mo man lamang naisip
Na idahan-dahan.
Hindi ako sanay sa biglaan,
Unti unti na lang sanang nawala.&lt;/b&gt;

Hindi ba natin kayang magkunwari,
at sabihing sige na lang
Hindi ba natin kayang dayain,
Ang mga yakap sa tuwing lumalambing

Kay bilis ba't umalis, nakakamiss

Na bigla lang di ko man lamang nalaman
Na mawawala,
Na bigla lang di mo man lamang naisip
Na idahan-dahan.
Hindi ako sanay sa biglaan,
Unti unti na lang sanang nawala.


&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SCREAMING INFIDELITIES-DASHBOARD CONFESSIONAL&lt;/span&gt;
I'm missing your bed
&lt;b&gt;I never sleep&lt;/b&gt;
Avoiding the spots where we'd have to speak,
And this bottle of beast
Is taking me home

I'm cuddling close
To blankets and sheets
But you're not alone, and you're not discreet
Make sure I know who's taking you home.

&lt;b&gt;I'm reading your note over again
There's not a word that I comprehend,
Except when you signed it
"I will love you always and forever."&lt;/b&gt;

Well As for now I'm gonna hear the saddest songs
And sit alone and wonder
How you're making out
But as for me, I wish that I was anywhere with anyone
Making out.

&lt;b&gt;I'm missing your laugh
How did it break?
And when did your eyes begin to look fake?
I hope you're as happy as you 're pretending.

I'm cuddling close
To blankets and sheets
I am alone
In my defeat I wish I knew you were safely at home&lt;/b&gt;

I'm missing your bed
I never sleep
Avoiding the spots where we'd have to speak, and
This bottle of beast is taking me home.

Your hair, it's everywhere.
Screaming infidelities
And taking its wear.


&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;KISAPMATA-RIVERMAYA&lt;/span&gt;
Nitong umaga lang,
Pagka lambing-lambing
Ng iyong mga matang
Hayup kung tumingin.
Nitong umaga lang,
Pagka galing-galing
Ng iyong sumpang
walang aawat sa atin.
&lt;b&gt;
O kay bilis namang
Maglaho ng
Pag-ibig mo sinta,
Daig mo pa ang isang kisapmata.
Kanina'y narlang o ba't
Bigla namang nawala.
Daig mo pa ang isang kisapmata.&lt;/b&gt;

Kani-kanina lang,
Pagka ganda-ganda
Ng pagkasabi mong
Sana'y tayo na nga.
Kani-kanina lang,
Pagka saya-saya
Ng buhay kong
&lt;b&gt;Bigla na lamang nagiba&lt;/b&gt;

kani-kanina lang
pagkalambing lambing
kani-kanina lang
pagkagaling galing
kani-kanina lang
pagkaganda ganda
kani-kanina lang
pagkasaya-saya


&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOW COULD YOU SAY YOU LOVE ME-SARAH GERONIMO&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;b&gt;You say that you've always been true&lt;/b&gt;
Looking in your eyes I see you lie
You're trying hard to hide that
There's someone new you found and
You want me to believe that you still care
&lt;b&gt;
How can you hurt me this way
Everything I knew was loving you
How could you try pretending
Your love was never ending
Now you can't even say that you will stay

How, how could you say you love me
When you will go and leave me
How could you make me hurt so bad
When I have loved you more than anyone can do
Can't believe the pain
That I'm feeling now because of loving you

I can't seem to understand
How can love be so unkind
Still you broke my heart despite what I've done
Still my love was not enough
Though I've given you my all
I can take it anymore
&lt;/b&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MY HAPPY ENDING-AVRIL LAVIGNE&lt;/span&gt;
Let's talk this over
It's not like we're dead
Was it something I did?
Was it something You said?
&lt;b&gt;Don't leave me hanging
In a city so dead
Held up so high
On such a breakable thread

You were all the things I thought I knew
And I thought we could be

You were everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
All of the memories, so close to me, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending&lt;/b&gt;
oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh

You've got your dumb friends
I know what they say
They tell you I'm difficult
But so are they
But they don't know me
Do they even know you?
All the things you hide from me
All the shit that you do

You were all the things I thought I knew
And I thought we could be
&lt;b&gt;
It's nice to know that you were there
Thanks for acting like you cared&lt;/b&gt;
And making me feel like I was the only one
&lt;b&gt;It's nice to know we had it all
Thanks for watching as I fall
And letting me know we were done
&lt;/b&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EVEN IF-LEA SALONGA&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;b&gt;All those sleepless nights
All the tears I cried
All the pain I kept inside
I kept asking myself why
You had to say goodbye
&lt;/b&gt;
Was it just a dream
When you said to me
That there is someone new in your life
You could have at least lied
The truth just scared me
&lt;b&gt;
Even if...
You mean the whole damn world to me
I can forget you
Wait and see
I can be strong even without you
I can't waste my life forever
Hoping you'd come back to me
But deep inside
I know I'll be waiting here for you
&lt;/b&gt;


&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU'VE MADE ME STRONGER-REGINE VELASQUEZ&lt;/span&gt;
Is it hard to believe I’m okay
After all, it’s been awhile
Since you walked away
I’m way past crying
Over you finding someone else
You turned my days into nights (days into nights)
But now I see the light
And this maybe a big surprise to you
&lt;b&gt;
But you’ve made me stronger
By breaking my heart
You ended my life
And a better one start
You taught me everything
From falling in love
To letting go of a lie
Yes, you’ve made me stronger
Baby, by saying goodbye
&lt;/b&gt;
If you try to believe I’m not over you
Go ahead
There’s nothing wrong with making believe
I know
Cuz I used to pretend you’d come back to me
But time has been such a friend
Brought me to my senses again
And I have you to thanked (I have you to thanked)
For setting me free (for setting me free)

Cuz you’ve made me stronger
By breaking my heart
You ended my life
And a better one start
You taught me everything
From falling in love
To letting go of a lie
Yes, you’ve made me stronger
Baby, by saying goodbye

Think again
Don’t feel so sorry for me, my friend
Oh, don’t you know
I’m not the one at the loosing end (I’m not the one)

&lt;strong&gt;Cuz you’ve made me stronger
By breaking my heart
You ended my life
And a better one start
You taught me everything
From falling in love
To letting go of a lie
Yes, you’ve made me stronger
Baby, by saying goodbye&lt;/strong&gt;

You ended my life
And a better one start
You taught me everything
From falling in love
To letting go of a lie
Yes, you’ve made me stronger
Baby, by saying goodbye, goodbye
You’ve made me stronger
Baby, by saying goodbye


&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHAT HAPPENED TO US-HOOBASTANK&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I thought it was too good to be true
I found somebody who understands me
someone who would help me to get through
and fill an emptiness i had inside me&lt;/b&gt;
but you kept inside and I just denied
some things that we should have both said
I knew it was too good to be true
cause i'm the only one who understands me
&lt;b&gt;
what happened to us
we used to be so perfect, now i'm lost and lonely
what happened to us
I know deep inside I worry did I use my only

remember we thought we were too young
to really know what it takes to make it&lt;/b&gt;
but we had survived off what we have done
till we could show them all that they were mistaken
who would have known the lies that would grow
until we could see right through them
remember they knew it we were too young
we still don't know what it takes to make it
&lt;b&gt;
I could have made it work, I could have found a way,
should have done our best to see another day&lt;/b&gt;
but we kept it all inside I knew it was too late
and now we live with the consequence we made to throw it all away


&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;PERO ITO TALAGA GRABE. MA-IMPACT.&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BEHIND THESE HAZEL EYES-KELLY CLARKSON&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Seems just like yesterday, you were a part of me
I used to stand so tall, I used to be so strong
Your arms around me tight, everything it felt so right
Unbreakable, like nothing could go wrong

Now I can't breathe, no I can't sleep
I’m barely hanging on

Here I am, once again
I’m torn into pieces, can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes

I told you everything, opened up and let you in
You made me feel alright, for once in my life
Now all that’s left of me is what I pretend to be
So together, but so broken up inside

Cause I can’t breathe, no I can’t sleep
I’m barely hanging on

Here I am, once again
I’m torn into pieces, can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes

Swallow me, then spit me out
For hating you, I blame myself
Seeing you, it kills me now
No, I don’t cry on the outside anymore
Anymore

Here I am, once again
I’m torn into pieces, can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes

Here I am, once again
I’m torn into pieces, can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes
&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;




I'll have better updates in the future. I'm really shattered right now.

&lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;epr&lt;b&gt;ES&lt;/b&gt;s&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;on... HAHA. Amazing isn't it? How the letters of his nickname can be picked out from the word 'depression'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-112152513336619740?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/112152513336619740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=112152513336619740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/112152513336619740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/112152513336619740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-more-am-i-to-say_112152513336619740.html' title='what more am i to say?'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-112096411795369710</id><published>2005-07-11T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T10:55:17.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this will be quick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Break na kami.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
Don't ask. Basta un.

Gagawa-gawa kasi ng commitment hindi naman pala kayang panindigan. TSSSS.

The Acquaintance Party rocked. Maybe its because its out last... and... the previous seniors were there.

See? a very quick post eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-112096411795369710?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/112096411795369710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=112096411795369710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/112096411795369710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/112096411795369710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/07/this-will-be-quick.html' title='this will be quick.'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-112026497439773405</id><published>2005-07-02T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T08:42:54.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tralalalalalalalalala. Kaboom.</title><content type='html'>Lalalala. I dunno. I'll update for the sake of updating but I won't go into details. =)

So yeh. Last Saturday, we had our CAT training. &lt;a href="http://misty-illusions.blogspot.com"&gt;Bea&lt;/a&gt; wasn't able to attend cause she overslept. Haha. Which means... she missed out the chance to drool over our uber HOT ... oops... errr.. CAT teacher. Bwahahaha! :P

So last Tuesday, the electrical system-ing of OBMC-SA fucked up. Classes were combined, and its like... &lt;em&gt;"SHIT! Asan ba kami? Public o Private School?".&lt;/em&gt; Grabe kasi ung init. Pfft. Its a good thing everything was fixed the next day though.

Then nung Thursday... Ay ito, sobrang lafftrip ito. Nung Accounting class kasi, si Ms. Alvarez (Acctg. teacher. duh.) pinag recite si &lt;a href="http://justmwah.blogspot.com"&gt;Mae&lt;/a&gt;. Tas ayun. Si Mae na ung naging teacher tapos si Ms. Alva ung student. HAHA. Grabe. Sobrang Lafftrip.

Hanggang ngayon, wala parin kaming uniform. Ung blue-shirt-with-brown-slacks uniform ng mga seniors. Pfft. Tapos ung Greenhills meron na. Ano ba yan.

Mmmmkay naman na ata kami ni Desi. HAHA. Amp. Time out kasi kami nung Thursday eh. Tapos nabalitaan ko na-aksidente daw sya nung Friday night. Pfft. &lt;em&gt;KarmaKarmaKarmaKarmaKarma&lt;/em&gt;. HAHA. Ayan... Kasi... tsktsktsk. Tapos ayun. Kinumusta ko nung Sunday. Tapos....kaboom. Bati na kami. Labo noh? Oh well.

Ay... btw,

&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CAN SOMEONE HELP ME WITH THE ATENEO ESSAY? &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Experiences or achievements that helped define you as a person." ---uhhh..topic.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
Sobrang hindi ako makapag-isip. Pfft. I hate essays.

OO nga pala... before I forget...

&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ACQUAINTANCE PARTY SA FRIDAY.&lt;/span&gt;

Pfft. I'll be dancing at the opening dance thingy with &lt;strong&gt;H-E-R&lt;/strong&gt;. Pffffffffffffffft. Big time 'Pffffffffft'. Then I'll be dancing again sa batch dance ng seniors... haaayyy... Iba na talaga pag in demand. HAHA. &lt;em&gt;Anyabang ko.&lt;/em&gt; And.... Get this... Member na ako ng effing dance club ng OBMC-SA without even having to try-out just because I'm a member of the ISUP [Ice Skating Union of the Philippines], ISI [Ice Skating Institute], ISIA [Ice Skating Institute -Asia]. O? Diba? Kaboom.

Tama na nga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-112026497439773405?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/112026497439773405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=112026497439773405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/112026497439773405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/112026497439773405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/07/tralalalalalalalalala-kaboom.html' title='Tralalalalalalalalala. Kaboom.'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-111958069556268563</id><published>2005-06-25T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T10:38:15.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mmmkay</title><content type='html'>Shit. I am still in a state of shock. A lot of things has happened this week. Arg. And I still can't blog about somethings right now, kasi nga, hindi ko pa kaya. Sooo... mmmkay. Let's start.

&lt;strong&gt;[Monday]&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
First class of Statistics. Mr. Garcia [Stat teacher], discussed nothing for 50-minutes. We were juss having a few laughs and trips, and the ever so popular Dale Carnegie. He discussed whatever-lesson-that-is for just like... 10 minutes? HAHA. Yeh. Its freakin' amazing.

&lt;strong&gt;[Tuesday]
&lt;/strong&gt;
ASSembly. Yeh. Its 21. fuck 21. He didn't come when he said he would. &lt;em&gt;Pinaasa nya ako. Lagi naman eh. Lagi nalang nya akong iniiwan na nakabitin sa ere. &lt;/em&gt;Tapos eto pa, pinaasa na nga nya ako, ni isang text message, wala pa. O? Diba? Kahit paramdam wala.

Pumunta nga pala si &lt;a href="http://ripemangoshake.blogdrive.com"&gt;Mammi Flo&lt;/a&gt; sa OBSA ngayon. hehe.

&lt;strong&gt;[Wednesday]&lt;/strong&gt;

Uhhh ano nga ba? Ayun. Wala akong violation sa araw na ito. Achievement un para sakin. For once, wala ang name ko sa Parliamentary notebook as a violator. PE rin kami. Saya. Saka... May diagnostic sa Accounting ngayon.


Birthday ni &lt;a href="http://tanga.blogdrive.com"&gt;Ai&lt;/a&gt;. HAHA. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAPATID! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:)
Andddddd.... Hindi parin sya nagparamdam. Pfft.

&lt;strong&gt;[Thursday]&lt;/strong&gt;

Ayyy ito. Naaalala ko ng mabuti ang nangyari sa araw na ito.

---Aced the Physics Quiz.
---Aced the Food Technology Quiz.
---Dumped Accounting Diagnotic Test P2. [Putanginang Income Statement at Balance Sheet yan. Wala akong maalala. Oh well. Mmkay lang. Diagnostic lang eh]. As in. I passed my paper totally blank. O? Diba? Ang tibay ko.
---Auditioned for the CHOIR. Can you actually believe that? Hindi naman talaga kasi ako dapat mag o-audition. Hinatak lang ako ni &lt;a href="http://gudgurlako.blogspot.com"&gt;Yani&lt;/a&gt;. (YANI! Grrrrr). Sabi pamatay oras lang daw. Kung matanggap kami, eh di maganda. Kung hindi, ehdi hindi.
---uhhh... nakausap ko sya sa phone. Ayun. Puta. Nagkakaleche-leche na talaga. To the Max. Hindi ko pa kaya i-blog sa ngayon. Masyado parin akong nabigla. At OO, ako ay nasasaktan parin. Ayyy basta. I'll save the drama for next time. Sa ngayon, wag muna.
---NO VIOLATIONS AGAIN. Wahaha! Todo na 'to! Mabait na po akong bata. =)

&lt;strong&gt;[Friday....ngayon]&lt;/strong&gt;

Wala pa eh. Blog lang ako ngayon. Walang pasok eh. Manila day. Amp. HAHA. Gagawa ako ng homework mamaya at bibili ng bagong putanginang sun sim. Yeh.

Birthday ni Ate &lt;a href="http://wansapanataym.blogdrive.com"&gt;Ia&lt;/a&gt;. HAHA. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ATE!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :P

Yun lang po.

Ayyy.. training pala bukas ng CAT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-111958069556268563?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/111958069556268563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=111958069556268563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111958069556268563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111958069556268563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/06/mmmkay.html' title='mmmkay'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-111906700849536544</id><published>2005-06-19T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T12:09:48.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally...</title><content type='html'>A chance to update. This week has been like.. what? SUPER BUSY. I, unlike *ehem* other people, do not have much time on my hands to go online everyday, or every other day. May balak akong mag honor. HAHAHAHA. OO na. Asa na kung asa. :P

Newai, 3A &amp; 3B merged. Albert, Queenie, Nicole, Toni, Hadeel &amp;amp; [?] Anne were transferred to section B. While those people from section B last year who are now running for honors are transferred to section A. [Read: Mika, Madel, Seigrede, Carla, Iris, Mara]. Oh yes. The competition just got a lot more tougher in the A section.... the elite section. HAHA. Juss Kiddin! *peace!*. &lt;u&gt;We are the only class handled by Mrs. Indiongco (our adviser/physics teacher/High School Academic Coordinator). &lt;/u&gt;

French class got terminated. We are now having Nihonggo instead. Mrs. Fabian [our 'sensei', that's 'teacher' for japanese] reminds me of Ms. Patay, our Filipino teacher during our junior year. So its like... whoa. But, I lurrrrrrrve Nihonggo anyway. But the teacher? Hmmm.... We shall see more about her in the days to come. ;P &lt;em&gt;We shall see if she is 'Ms. Patay -reincarnated'&lt;/em&gt;

We seniors have an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;early dismissal&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Yes..... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Envy us juniors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Harharhar. Juss kiddin! ;) But yeah. We do have an early dismissal. Every Friday, we shall be dismissed at 4pm so as to get ourselves ready for the CAT training the next day. Yes. We have a 3-hour [?] CAT training every Saturday. See? See? Hehehe. As &lt;a href="http://misty-illusions.blogspot.com"&gt;Bea&lt;/a&gt; have said: &lt;em&gt;"Let's all be grateful for that." ...&lt;/em&gt;Kaboom.

We also have a 1-hour lunch. The juniors don't. They are sooooo loaded.

We have a new classmate nga pala. He's from OBMC-Angeles. His name is Josh Acosta. Mac's brother. Heehee. Like... kaboom. I can't wait for the effing acquiantance party... can't wait to get to know the freshmen. &gt;:)

Oh... and if you wanna know how things are going between Desi &amp; me, its going pretty .... ok for now. Hahaha.... I think. Things are just soooooooooooo dandy at the moment. :P

And now... I have to go. I still have to take down notes for the Math homework, get my essay for English done, &amp;amp; prepare a report for Food Technology. Hmm... for now, I can say that this year won't be so hard. I only need to learn Time Management &amp; get rid of my lazyness. I do, after all, want to be an honor student. ;))

----I think I have a problem (oh.. no... a lot of the seniors are having a problem about this) regarding the UPCAT application form. June 22 is the deadline. That's this Wednesday. Wish us luck. ;)----





P. S.

Hindi na tuloy ung EK trip. Un. Kaboom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-111906700849536544?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/111906700849536544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=111906700849536544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111906700849536544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111906700849536544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/06/finally.html' title='finally...'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-111855221804986790</id><published>2005-06-13T04:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T12:56:58.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's the worst thing I can say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/4291750.gif" alt="\m/" align="left" /&gt;The EK trip was cancelled. Postponed rather. It was moved to the 18th. Woohooooo! Harharhar. Hindi pinayagan ung iba eh. Saka... hindi rin ako nakapagpaalam. Wala rin akong pera! Mas maganda nga siguro kung sa 18 nalang. Para makaipon-ipon ako kahit papaano. Kala ko kasi libre ni &lt;a href="http://ripemangoshake.blogdrive.com/"&gt;Mammi Flo&lt;/a&gt; eh! Hindi pala. Pfft. Ano ba yan... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sino gustong manlibre sakin?&lt;/span&gt; HAHA. OO. Garapalan na 'to. Wala ng hiya. Teka? Kelan ba ako nagkaron ng hiya? HAHA. Oh yeeeaaaaaaaaaahhhh. Sana payagan ako. Heh.

Malapit na magpasukan. Nakakaexcite na. Grabeh. Miss ko na mga friends ko. Miss ko na CUMASS. Hahaha. Shiet. Sa Tuesday... di bale. Hehe.

Ang gulo ng politika ng Pilipinas ah... nag-ka-ka-leche-leche na. Tangina. Hay naku. Its not that I care or something pero... nakakairita eh. Pfft.

Lumalala ang mood swings ko. Hehe. Minsan galit ako sa kanya, minsan hindi. Katarantaduhan naman nya kasi eh noh. Tama ba naman ung lumilipas ung 24 hrs ni hindi man lang nagpaparamdam? Tapos 'di nya sinasagot mga tawag ko. Hay naku. Tangina. Leche. Gusto ata ng away eh... sige. Ganun ah...

Lalong nag kaleche-leche system ko dahil sa insomnia ko. Erf. Natutulog na ako ngayon ng umaga. As in. 1am, 2am, 3am.... minsan nga umabot pa ng 4am eh. Tapos gising ko 7am. O di kaya 8am. O? Diba? Amazing. Ayus lang sana 'to kung hindi pa malapit ung pasukan eh. Kaso.. sa Tuesday na eh! Meron lang akong 2 natitirang gabi para ayusin ang system ko!

At ngayon, may trangkaso ako. Punyeta.

&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FILLER = Panakip Butas.

&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pinaganda lang ung term. Erf. Amazing.

Mabuti pa si Maico. Sweet. Harharhar. Oh yes. Sya nalang mamahalin ko. Hindi pa ako masasaktan. Kasi ASA eh. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Puta. Ayan nanaman yang ASA na yan.

Haaayyy... kelangan ko rin ata ng FILLER. Someone to fill in the gap. =(

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Oh well.. &lt;u&gt;Happy Independence Day&lt;/u&gt; everyone! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/7607686-111855221804986790?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/111855221804986790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=111855221804986790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111855221804986790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111855221804986790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/06/whats-worst-thing-i-can-say.html' title='what&apos;s the worst thing I can say?'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-111827754496859852</id><published>2005-06-09T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T08:39:04.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go. Scream. HAHA.</title><content type='html'>So yeah. I was able to make it to G4 yesterday. I asked my mom &amp; cousins to accompany me then I later separated from them. Harharhar. Then met up with &lt;a href="http://misty-illusions.blogspot.com"&gt;Bea&lt;/a&gt; (rather Bea looked for me), then Gerard (a &lt;s&gt;guy&lt;/s&gt; gay friend of theirs) came in. Madel &amp; Mika were there too with &lt;a href="http://pink-emotions.blogspot.com"&gt;Johann&lt;/a&gt;. Then &lt;a href="http://vanity-girl.blogspot.com"&gt;Nicole&lt;/a&gt; came. Then &lt;a href="http://justmwah.blogspot.com"&gt;Mae&lt;/a&gt; came in around 3pm. (And she told us to be there at 2pm. Pfft.)

They decided to watch the movie 'Shutter', &amp;amp; I decided to tag along. Then Maico, Francis, Pada, &amp; Mara were there too. &lt;i&gt;Gawd! Maico looks a lot cuter with his hair grown long&lt;/i&gt;. Kay. Pardon that. Newai, they decided to watch 'Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Smith'. &lt;i&gt;I seriously wanna watch that. Seriously.&lt;/i&gt;
The movie was ... shocking if I might say... and a bit scary. They all screamed in chorus. It was .. Amazing. Watching/Hearing a group of teenagers scream in chorus. I was supposed to scream but I was too busy with Mae's popcorn that no other sound escaped from my mouth except for the sound of munching the delightfully delicious barbeque-flavored popcorn. &lt;em&gt;Ang sarap nung popcorn ni Mae eh.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
I didn't finish the movie. Argh. Mom asked me to go home already. But hell... it was fun. Let's do it again. *evil grin*

I'm looking forward to this Saturday. &lt;em&gt;Excited. Excited. Excited.&lt;/em&gt; Besides, it will give me a chance to go &amp;amp; meet &lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt; again. We seriously need to talk about something-s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-111827754496859852?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/111827754496859852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=111827754496859852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111827754496859852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111827754496859852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/06/go-scream-haha.html' title='Go. Scream. HAHA.'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-111812377516689814</id><published>2005-06-08T05:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T14:38:37.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>errr.. nostalgia?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ok. this is bad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;As much as I'd hate to admit this. I have to. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Masamang tinatago sa sarili. Kelangan ilabas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h1&gt;I MISS THESE GUYS!&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v369/fr0z3nheart/cummerce3Awo3B.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
OO MISS KO NA YANG MGA GAGO NA YAN.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Di bale. Magkikita-kita na rin naman bukas eh. That is, kung matutuloy ako bukas sa G4. Erf.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh yeah, before I forget...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h1&gt;Enchanted &lt;u&gt;daw&lt;/u&gt; tayo sa Saturday. Libre ni Flow. HAHA. Go IM her at flowsan000@yahoo.com&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

HAHA. I love you mommy Flow. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-111812377516689814?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/111812377516689814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=111812377516689814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111812377516689814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111812377516689814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/06/errr-nostalgia.html' title='errr.. nostalgia?'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-111780616813660964</id><published>2005-06-04T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T14:50:41.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and its that</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/liar8pm.gif" alt="this is what keeps on running on my mind when i learned about that info" align="left" /&gt;Recent updates on my so-called Life. Or rather ... Love-life. If I even have one which I... well... you be the judge of that. HAHA.

&lt;i&gt;It was really ironic though. Despite the fact that I got soooooo hurt by what I read, I couldn't bring myself to cry. I want to cry but I couldn't. Instead, I was even laughing my ass off everytime I think of it.--akala nga ng insan ko na-babaliw na ako eh--. I guess anger overpowered sadness. Sino ba naman kasi ung hindi maiinis pag nalaman mong ginawa ka lang palang panakip-butas? Pfft.&lt;/i&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Wednesday... later that day]&lt;/span&gt;

Got my heart broken by a freakin' chat log.

Wanna see?

Heehee. (Luigi's gon kill meh for this.)

&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gago_ss (7:50:10 AM): si mila &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;elite_005 (7:50:12 AM): @_@ &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;elite_005 (7:50:17 AM): she likes you again? &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;gago_ss (7:50:31 AM): i like her again!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;elite_005 (7:50:36 AM): @______________________@;;;;;;;;;;;; &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gago_ss (7:50:38 AM): :-$ &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;elite_005 (7:50:39 AM): lam mo &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gago_ss (7:50:43 AM): and she still likes me too &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;elite_005 (7:50:44 AM): uhhh &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;elite_005 (7:50:48 AM): honestly, si Ayeth na lang. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gago_ss (7:51:01 AM): yeah.. dun ako confused &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;elite_005 (7:51:08 AM): wakok... &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gago_ss (7:51:10 AM): and isa pa to&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;gago_ss (7:52:46 AM): another thing is... mas matagal din pinagsamahan namin ni mila... &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;gago_ss (7:52:50 AM): 8 months kami ni mila&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Initial Reaction&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:

*ouch* that fucking hurts.

&lt;i&gt;Gusto pa nya ung **** na un? Dun sya! Magsama silang LOSERRR sa impyerno! Tangina. Ano ako? PANAKIP BUTAS? &lt;/i&gt;(well.. actually... yeah... naging panakip butas nga ako. pfft. Fuck you.)

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Thursday]&lt;/span&gt;

Wala. Boring. I was just screaming at the house saying how much I hate YOU. Yes. Y-O-U. PANLILIO.

Pfft. Naiinis na nga mga tao sa bahay namin eh. Ang ingay ko daw. HAHA.

I was craving for ice cream. Heehee. Ganun ako pag depressed. Kelangan ng ice cream.

Albert kept on telling me na... magpa-spa daw ako para ma-relax. Mag pa-massage. Ganun daw. &lt;i&gt;"Give yourself a make-over. Pamper yourself Ayeth! Hindi yang ganyang nagluluksa ka!"&lt;/i&gt; O diba? angas yan.

Later that day he called. Sorry daw ganito-ganyan. Dami nya sinabi eh. Nakalimutan ko na. He said na ung pagkagusto daw nya kay Mila maliit lang. Ganito-ganyan. OO nalang ako nang OO.

Pfft. Big things start from small.

&lt;b&gt;[Today]&lt;/b&gt;

Nothing special/big happened.

Galit parin ako sakanya. Katarantaduhan nya eh. Hindi ko lang masabi sakanya kaya dito ko nalang sa blog nilalabas lahat.

Walang pera pang load pero may pera pang-gimik! Aba! Kakaiba!

HAHA.

&lt;i&gt;Tangina. Hindi ako tanga para hindi ma-analyze un noh.

Matalino ako. Marunong ako magisip. Wag mo ko gagawing tanga.&lt;/i&gt;

Ugh. Crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-111780616813660964?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/111780616813660964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=111780616813660964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111780616813660964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111780616813660964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/06/and-its-that.html' title='and its that'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-111759888498437103</id><published>2005-06-02T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T12:08:05.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confused</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="think everything was ok?" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/everything.gif" align="left" /&gt;I'm probably confused right now cause my head hurts. Yes, it still fucking hurts. I havn't had (&amp; looks like wont be having) any decent sleep.

Looks like my insomnia doesn't wanna leave my system. Ampf.

&lt;em&gt;Kuya B: "O, tanghali ka ata nagising ngayon?"&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Ako: "Ha? *&lt;/em&gt;sabay tingin sa relo 7:45am na pala*&lt;em&gt; Hindi. Nagising ako 2:30 kaninang umaga. Tapos nakatulog ako ulit mga 5:50 am na. Kaya parang tinanghali ako ng gising... Binawi ko lang ung tulog ko."&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Kuya B: "Ano nang nangyayari sayo?! Sobra na ata pagiisip mo sakanya eh."&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Ako: "OO nga eh. He's destroying me..."&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Kuya B: "Ano? pa-salvage na natin?&lt;/em&gt; *sabay ngiti na ewan*&lt;em&gt; "&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Ako: "Wag muna. Let's wait &amp;amp; see."&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
O? Ang saya diba? Pati pinsan ko nagiging concerned na sakin.

&lt;em&gt;Bahala na sya. He doesn't seem to care... then I won't care either.&lt;/em&gt; Pfft.

&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But hey, I'm still holding on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;++++++++++&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
Went 'university hopping' with my aunt yesterday. Ateneo first then U.P. Diliman, then DLSU then UST. UP lang ung nakunan ko ng form for Entrance Test. Ateneo sa End of June pa daw saka ung DLSU saka UST sa July pa.

++++++++++

Snapshots I took when I was still reviewing at MSA.
&lt;img style="WIDTH: 312px; HEIGHT: 257px" height="303" alt="kaboom" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/sircyril.jpg" width="312" /&gt;
Math teacher at MSA. heehee...

&lt;img style="WIDTH: 312px; HEIGHT: 257px" height="303" alt="answit" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/train.jpg" width="312" /&gt;
Erf. This caught my eye. I immediately got my cp to take this... &lt;i&gt;ingit.ingit.ingit.

&lt;img style="WIDTH: 312px; HEIGHT: 257px" height="303" alt="watda" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/train2.jpg" width="312" /&gt;
wala lang.....
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-111759888498437103?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/111759888498437103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=111759888498437103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111759888498437103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111759888498437103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/06/confused.html' title='confused'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-111732985890554399</id><published>2005-05-30T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T09:43:17.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>biglaan</title><content type='html'>My head fucking hurts. Its probably because I havn't had any decent sleep for 6 consecutive nights (&amp; still counting).

For the past 6 nights, I can only manage to get a maximum of 4 hrs of sleep. &lt;u&gt;MAXIMUM na yan.&lt;/u&gt; See? my insomnia really is getting the best of me.

And the cause of my insomnia... is &lt;strong&gt;HE&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm worried about him. &lt;strong&gt;About &lt;u&gt;US&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;

I really dunno what's happening. He isn't telling me anything. Well he did but... AAHHH!! Its all fuckingly fucked up right now.

We fuckingly need to talk.

&lt;em&gt;Binigla nya ako. Ang ganda-ganda na dati, 'bat biglang nagkaganito? It came without warning. I prepared for something like this but I never expected something like this to happen. I dunno if I make sense right now. But simply put, NABIGLA AKO. &lt;/em&gt;

+++++++++

Some quizzes I took the other day...


&lt;img style="WIDTH: 305px; HEIGHT: 414px" height="492" alt="stufff" src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/Nariel-flame/1109606355_CMyDocumentsHope.jpg" width="324" border="0" /&gt;

You are the Spirit of Hope. Whenever someone is
feeling down, they merely have to think of you
to make them happy again. You have the ability
to simply radiate happiness. You can make
friends quickly because your strong point is
your amazingly friendly nature which naturally
people want to be with. You think about the
best in everything, a total optimist, you won't
have any trouble getting a worthy person to
shae your life with!


&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Nariel-flame/quizzes/Which%20stunning%20spirit%20of%20emotion%20are%20you?"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Which stunning spirit of emotion are you? NEW AND IMPROVED! (amazingly beautiful anime pics!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

Aba... HAHA... talaga lang ah...


&lt;img alt="Assassin" src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PainfulBliss/1112528958_B_assassin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are an
assassin.&lt;/b&gt;
That means you are a professional and do your
job without mixing any emotions in it. In your
life you have probably been hurt many times and
have gotten some mental scars. This results in
you being distant from people. Though many
think that you are evil, you are not. What you
really are is a person, trying to forget your
pain and past. You are the person who never
seems to care and that is why being an assassin
fits you good. Atleast, that's what people
think. Even if you don't care that much for
your victims, you still have the ability to
care and to generally feel. It is not lost,
just a little forgotten. In crowds you tend to
not get to noticed, and dress in black or other
discrete colours. You don't like being in the
spotlight and wish people would just leave you
alone. But once you do get close to someone you
have a hard time letting go and get real down
if you loose him/her.

&lt;b&gt;Main weapon:&lt;/b&gt; Sniper
&lt;b&gt;Quote:&lt;/b&gt; "The walls we build around
us to keep out the sadness also keep out the
joy" -Jim Rohn
&lt;b&gt;Facial expression:&lt;/b&gt; Narrowed eyes&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PainfulBliss/quizzes/What%20Type%20of%20Killer%20Are%20You?"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;What Type of Killer Are You? [cool pictures]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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Uii... HAHA... Assassin... parang ung Job ng character ko dati sa Ragnarok Online. Ehehe... Ala lang... =)


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&lt;strong&gt;I love the result!
&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;img alt="paradise kiss boy" src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/torinaura/1092194039_uresgeorge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
You are the bad boy / girl of your school. You
have little faith in yourself and usually find
escape in some sort of addicting substance or
yourself. You would rather torture others
above anything else. You regularly skip
school and when you go, always tend to ditch a
certain class. Some classmates can fear you
while others pity you...and your family. (No
offense) Your cruel behavior and abject
personality tends to single you out from the
crowd...and you prefer life this way at times.
However, lonliness can rear its ugly head and
force you seek a way to silence it. But be
warned, your path is dangerous... but only a
strong person can walk this road. &lt;p&gt;Some
ideal occupations for you can be a Police
officer, Celebrity (who doesn't love the
badasses?), Wrestler, Polotician, or some sort
of leader. Either way, your destined to be
known by many.


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Uhhhh. I ... quite don't agree with this one.



+++++++&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I DAMN DON'T LIKE WHAT THE FUCKING HELL IS HAPPENING.&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/7607686-111732985890554399?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/111732985890554399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=111732985890554399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111732985890554399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111732985890554399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/05/biglaan.html' title='biglaan'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-111720032928081756</id><published>2005-05-28T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T21:25:29.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the wonders of paranoia....</title><content type='html'>LSS. Mood Swings. Restlessness. &lt;strong&gt;INSOMNIA&lt;/strong&gt;.

Oh yes.

I've been experiencing those for the past 4 consecutive days.

While listening to a certain radio station, &amp; suddenly a song gets played, then the song hit me pretty hard, I'll then have a hard time trying to remove it from my head. (I'm thinking too much. Oh yes. I am.) This is known as the Last Song Syndrome, commonly known as the so-called "LSS".

While having the song repeated over &amp; over again in my head, I suddenly get all emotional &amp;amp; stuff. Its killing me. &lt;em&gt;I am saying this now based from experience&lt;/em&gt;.

Last Monday (May 23..&lt;strong&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY ERIKA &amp; DIANNE!&lt;/strong&gt; ), while at a review class at MSA, suddenly the song.... Screaming Infidelities.... just played in my head.... I was all ... errr... should I say.... "Happy" before that happened... then... BOOM. The song hit me. I started to think about certain things again. From "Happy", I go to "(insert-whatever-shitty-feeling-here)".

Thus, because of these "thoughts", I become restless just by thinking of "those".

I can hardly sleep.

Insomnia gets the best of me.

12am-4am sleep.

HA! Beat that.

*sigh*

The wonders of PARANOIA indeed.

&lt;em&gt;IKAW kasi! Ginagawa mo akong paranoid. Ugh. At least pumasa ako sa Dry-run ng MSA ngayon. &lt;/em&gt;

&lt;em&gt;.....&lt;/em&gt;Despite the fact that I havn't got any decent sleep for 4 nights. Amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-111720032928081756?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/111720032928081756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=111720032928081756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111720032928081756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111720032928081756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/05/wonders-of-paranoia.html' title='the wonders of paranoia....'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-111673805230270104</id><published>2005-05-23T04:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T13:00:52.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM SO BACK.</title><content type='html'>Napaaga ang pagbalik ko.

Bored kasi eh.

Saka di naman ako masyadong concentrated dyan sa putanginang review na yan.

Pano kasi...

May mga bagay-bagay na naglalaro sa aking isipan.

OO.

Isa na sya dun.

Nawawala na ang communication namin. Busy lang daw sya. Pagod. Ewan ko....

Parang lumalayo na sakin.

Tapos... baka mamaya eh noh... mabalitaan ko nalang...

&lt;em&gt;Sila na pala.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
Ampf.  . . . Amazing.

Ok pa naman kami nung Monday. (&lt;strong&gt;BIRTHDAY NI MAE!&lt;/strong&gt; May 16.). Tapos nung pumunta sa orientation ng La Salle.... Kaboom. Ayun. It disappeared. Like magic! *weeehhh*

2nd monthsary namin kahapon. Pero.... wala eh. Hanggang ngayon. Wala masyadong communication.

Nawala.

NagkakaLSS na ako sa kantang Screaming Infidelities.

&lt;em&gt;"and as for now I'm gonna hear the saddest songs &amp; sit alone &amp;amp; wonder... how you're making out."&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
Pero... hindi naman siguro gagawin ni Desi sakin un.

ABANGAN.

[saka na matinong update. im really bothered right now.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-111673805230270104?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/111673805230270104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=111673805230270104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111673805230270104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111673805230270104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-so-back.html' title='I AM SO BACK.'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-111544002897431166</id><published>2005-05-08T03:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T17:45:44.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahaha. check this out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: #eeeeee; COLOR: black" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Advanced Global Personality Test Results
&lt;table style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 380px" cellspacing="4" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: #dddddd; WIDTH: 190px; COLOR: black; HEIGHT: 342px" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Extraversion&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Stability&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Orderliness&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Empathy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Interdependence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Intellectual&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Mystical&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Artistic&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Religious&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Hedonism&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Materialism&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Narcissism&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Adventurousness&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Work ethic&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Self absorbed&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Conflict seeking&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Need to dominate&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: #dddddd; COLOR: black" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Romantic&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Avoidant&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Anti-authority&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Wealth&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Dependency&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Change averse&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Cautiousness&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Individuality&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sexuality&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Peter pan complex&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Physical security&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Food indulgent&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Histrionic&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Paranoia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Vanity&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;23%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Hypersensitivity&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Female cliche&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/global-adv.html"&gt;Take Free Advanced Global Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;Stability&lt;/strong&gt; results were moderately high which suggests you are relaxed, calm, secure, and optimistic.

&lt;strong&gt;Orderliness&lt;/strong&gt; results were moderately low which suggests you are, at times, overly flexible, improvised, and fun seeking at the expense of reliability, work ethic, and long term accomplishment.

&lt;strong&gt;Extraversion&lt;/strong&gt; results were medium which suggests you are moderately talkative, outgoing, sociable and interacting.

&lt;strong&gt;trait snapshot:&lt;/strong&gt;

messy, disorganized, not rule conscious, rebellious, rash, weird, ambivalent about chaos, likes bizarre things, anti-authority, not good at saving money, not a perfectionist, leaves many things unfinished, low self control, strange, desires more attention, romantic daydreamer, abstract, impractical, unproductive, leisurely, likes the unknown &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amazing. It says Im messy, disorganized, not rule consious, rebellious, &lt;strong&gt;weird, &lt;/strong&gt;etc. etc... HAHA. Coolness!
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;[EDIT] [5:31pm]&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
SUDDENLY...

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT TO WATCH THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. DVD. VCD. VHS. BETAMAX (LoL) or whatever. Basta. Gusto ko yun mapanuod. Dati pa. Lalo lang lumala ung pagka-gusto ko dun ngayon. Rawr.

I WANT TO WATCH THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. &lt;strong&gt;I WANT TO WATCH THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA&lt;/strong&gt;. I WANT TO WATCH THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. I WANT TO WATCH THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. I WANT TO WATCH THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. I WANT TO WATCH THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. I WANT TO WATCH THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I WANT TO WATCH THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA&lt;/span&gt;. I WANT TO WATCH THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. I WANT TO WATCH THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. I WANT TO WATCH THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. I WANT TO WATCH THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. &lt;em&gt;I WANT TO WATCH THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA&lt;/em&gt;. I WANT TO WATCH THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. I WANT TO WATCH THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. I WANT TO WATCH THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. I WANT TO WATCH THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. I WANT TO WATCH THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I WANT TO WATCH THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA&lt;/span&gt;. I WANT TO WATCH THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. I WANT TO WATCH THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. I WANT TO WATCH THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. I WANT TO WATCH THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. I WANT TO WATCH THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. &lt;u&gt;I WANT TO WATCH THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA&lt;/u&gt;. I WANT TO WATCH THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. I WANT TO WATCH THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. I WANT TO WATCH THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. I WANT TO WATCH THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. I WANT TO WATCH THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WANT TO WATCH THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA&lt;/span&gt;. I WANT TO WATCH THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. I WANT TO WATCH THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. I WANT TO WATCH THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. I WANT TO WATCH THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. I WANT TO WATCH THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA.

rawr.

&lt;strong&gt;[/EDIT] [5:35 pm]&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/7607686-111544002897431166?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/111544002897431166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=111544002897431166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111544002897431166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111544002897431166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/05/ahaha-check-this-out.html' title='Ahaha. check this out.'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-111538565296313422</id><published>2005-05-07T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T21:20:52.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kape! im screaming it! rawr... LoL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I LOVE YOU ARISTIDES PANGAN PANLILIO II&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
Ok. Im back in my normal state of mind.

Hey... that actually felt good... isa pa nga...

&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARISTIDES PANGAN PANLILIO II! I LOVE YOU SO DAMN MUCH!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
Kay. Enough.

This is my blog anyway. I can post whatever I want. HAHAHA.

Alright. This is getting too weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-111538565296313422?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/111538565296313422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=111538565296313422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111538565296313422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111538565296313422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/05/kape-im-screaming-it-rawr-lol.html' title='kape! im screaming it! rawr... LoL'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-111525573862940739</id><published>2005-05-06T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T09:19:39.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im suprised at how this -almost- accurately turned out. amazement.... =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center"&gt;
&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizdiva.net/bt/sagittarius-love.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;h2&gt;Sagittarius - Your Love Profile&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your positive traits:&lt;/b&gt;



&lt;em&gt;Your playful nature brings out the happy inner-child in dates

You're willing to take risks in love... and reap the rewards

&lt;/em&gt;You've got a killer sense of humor that gets talking with any hottie you meet



&lt;b&gt;Your negative traits:&lt;/b&gt;



&lt;em&gt;Sometimes your sarcasm comes off as biting and abrasive

You can be brutally honest, tactless, and truthful even when it hurts&lt;/em&gt;

You're such a free spirit that you find it hard to commit to one person



&lt;b&gt;Your ideal partner:&lt;/b&gt;



&lt;em&gt;Someone high energy who will pick up and out with you whenever

Is creative and fun - thinking of new adventures for the two of you

Is bold... and not afraid to tell you "I love you" early on
&lt;/em&gt;


&lt;b&gt;Your dating style:&lt;/b&gt;



&lt;em&gt;Unpredictable. You never know how the night is going to end up.
&lt;/em&gt;


&lt;b&gt;Your seduction style:&lt;/b&gt;



Daring. You're always pushing to try something new in the bedroom.

Full of imagination. You've always got a new fantasy you're dying to try.

&lt;em&gt;Spritually driven. Sex for you can be an other-worldy act.
&lt;/em&gt;


&lt;b&gt;Tips for the future:&lt;/b&gt;



Realize that while freedom is great - sometimes a stable relationship is better.

It's not all about you. Focus on your parnter's needs every once and a while.

Make up your mind about your parnter, and stick to it. Your fickle will ruin things otherwise.



&lt;b&gt;Best place to meet someone online: &lt;/b&gt;



&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/singles.html"&gt;American Singles&lt;/a&gt; - tons of flirting and fun to suite your inner extrovert



&lt;b&gt;Best color to attract mate:&lt;/b&gt; Purple



&lt;b&gt;Best day for a date:&lt;/b&gt; Thursday



Get your free love profile at &lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;Blogthings&lt;/a&gt;.
&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
*naka &lt;em&gt;italic&lt;/em&gt; ung i-believe-it-really-applies-to-me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-111525573862940739?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/111525573862940739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=111525573862940739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111525573862940739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111525573862940739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-suprised-at-how-this-almost.html' title='im suprised at how this -almost- accurately turned out. amazement.... =)'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-111508329208858510</id><published>2005-05-04T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T10:05:45.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ano nga ba? palit kumbaga...</title><content type='html'>this be &lt;a href="http://kape-dsi.blogspot.com"&gt;d s i&lt;/a&gt;, wala kami magawa ngaung umaga... wala mablog at wala maisip gawin, so we decided na ako magupdate sakanya at cya magupdate para saakin, so here i am now.. though it feels kinda different.

ayun, so ayon sakanya kahapon, nothing much happened except for the fact na pumunta cya sa bahay ng pinsan nya para mag laro ng badminton, tumambay.. at manuod ng horror flicks.. haha!

thats about it.. and yeah pinuyat nya ako kagabi, hehe may kaligayahan nanaman kasi pinaguusapan namin kagabi! wakekeke! =)

&lt;strong&gt;[EDIT by AYETH]&lt;/strong&gt;

Si ayeth na 'to. &lt;a href="http://kape-dsi.blogspot.com"&gt;dsi&lt;/a&gt; kasi kung ano-ano naiisip. palit daw kami ng blog na i-uupdate.

Anyway...

Nakita ko 'tong quiz na 'to sa site ni &lt;a href="http://wansapanataym.blogdrive.com"&gt;Ate Ia&lt;/a&gt;, kaya sinubukan ko. AHAHA.

&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="300" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;
&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Your Love Style is Storge&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;

&lt;center&gt;
&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/storge.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;/center&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;


For you, love and friendship are almost the same thing

And your love tends to be the enduring, long lasting kind

(You've been known to still have connections with exes)

But sometimes your love is not the most passionate

Leap before you look, and you'll find that fire you crave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;



&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourlovestylequiz/"&gt;What's Your Love Style?&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;

Un lang. Period.

&lt;b&gt;[/EDIT BY AYETH]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-111508329208858510?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/111508329208858510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=111508329208858510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111508329208858510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111508329208858510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/05/ano-nga-ba-palit-kumbaga.html' title='ano nga ba? palit kumbaga...'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-111476323839625341</id><published>2005-04-30T07:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T16:33:45.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Namimiss ko nung sinasaway nya ako dahil lagi ako kumakain sa class.</title><content type='html'>Yohann.... sawakas. Nagparamdam na rin ang aking "kapatid". HAHA. As usual, itetext lang ako nun pagaawayin ako or something. AHAHA.

Ganito ung scenario:

11:37am (phone clock ko), tambay sa sala, nanunuod ng TV kasama ang aking mahal na pinsan ng biglang nag-beep ang cellphone ko. Syempre, ako naman tingin agad. Ineexpect ko kasi na si &lt;a href="http://kape-dsi.blogspot.com"&gt;Desi&lt;/a&gt; ang nag text. Tapos, nung pagka-open ko ng message... ABA! si Kuya Migo! Himala!

[words are exactly as he texted it to me &amp; how I replied. Italized words are the content of the text]

***LATE UNG PHONE CLOCK NYA.
***ADVANCED PHONE CLOCK KO.

From Kuya Migo (11:35am)
&lt;em&gt;Yeti walang hiya ka! D mo man lang nbanggit na kyo na n dsi!!!
&lt;/em&gt;
To Kuya Migo (11:40am)
&lt;em&gt;Pno nmn xe noh.. Hnd k mn lng nagpaparamdam.. Anyway, pno m nlaman?&lt;/em&gt;

From Kuya Migo (11:37am)
&lt;em&gt;Sa lintik na friendster na yan! Kaw ah..D m na snasbi skn&lt;/em&gt;

To Kuya Migo (11:42am)
&lt;em&gt;D k xe nagpaparamdam noh..Tinetext kta.. Nangungumusta ako..D k nagpaparamdam!!! AnyWay, msta k n?
&lt;/em&gt;
From Kuya Migo (11:41am)
&lt;em&gt;Ok lang.. Eto sunog nanaman! Hehe sori d ako nka reply the other day kc may awarding ceremony going on

&lt;/em&gt;To Kuya Migo (11:48am)
&lt;em&gt;Oh.. kei.. Kaw ah.. Ang bad mo.. I heard wat u did 2 yoan wen she confessed her still undying love for you.. (amp.. Ang corny.. LoL.. Heheh..) sbi m move on na.. Pno n ung bblikan m xa sa colege? PnO nmn sya ggnhan maghntay kng may gus2 kang iba? Tapos, grabe.. Ang skit m magsalita sknya.. Kuya, wat happend??? Tell me.. What the hell happened?????

&lt;/em&gt;From Kuya Migo (11:47am)
&lt;em&gt;I just felt chilled seryoso.. Wala na k paki alam eh,at nlaman k bgo mag summer na may knakablwan na sya kya mas lalong nwala hehe&lt;/em&gt;

To Kuya Migo (11:52am)
&lt;em&gt;Ganun ba.. So.. Wala na talaga???&lt;/em&gt;

From Kuya Migo (11:51am)
&lt;em&gt;Wala na eh katarantaduhan nya eh.. Sori pero nag muv on na k hehe pnta k sa swimming parti nla mae ah! Pnta lahat eh

&lt;/em&gt;To Kuya Migo (11:56am)
&lt;em&gt;Puta kelan ba?!&lt;/em&gt;

From Kuya Migo (11:55am)
&lt;em&gt;May 14 or 15, pnapa resked nmn n mama kc dpt 16 eh day b4 a tournament un malamang d kmi payagan.. Lahat daw kc dapat mag attend

&lt;/em&gt;To Kuya Migo (12:00pm)
&lt;em&gt;Rawr.. Dp weekend saturday preferably.. Haha.. May review ako ng 16.. Rawr-ness.. Haha.. =P

&lt;/em&gt;From Kuya Migo (11:58am)
&lt;em&gt;Review classes? Ako review sa bhay wid Mom kc busy sa golf eh&lt;/em&gt;

To Kuya Migo (12:03pm)
&lt;em&gt;Oh.. Kay.. Sna nga weekend nlng un.. Ung swimming party.. Oh well.. Alam m b.. 90k+ dw ung tuition sa ob ngaun! Pakk!
&lt;/em&gt;
From Kuya Migo (12:02pm)
&lt;em&gt;D dude 81k skn potanginang tita presyus yan!!&lt;/em&gt;

To Kuya Migo (12:07pm)
&lt;em&gt;Ewn k.. Kay berting dw 92k .. Weird.. Haha.. Oi.. Kuya.. Vote 4 me as vice ha! =)
&lt;/em&gt;
From Kuya Migo (12:05pm)
&lt;em&gt;Hehe nangangandidato na! Cge cge..Potcha i have strong feelng na d na k mayor haha&lt;/em&gt;

To Kuya Migo (12:25pm)
&lt;em&gt;Kaw kc eh! Msyado kang strict! Lol&lt;/em&gt;

From Kuya Migo (12:23pm)
&lt;em&gt;Hehe pagnagka gf ako ult d na masyado! Mbait n k eh&lt;/em&gt;

To Kuya Migo (12:27pm)
&lt;em&gt;Hmm.. Cnu b minamatahan m ngaun? Kamz?&lt;/em&gt;

From Kuya Migo (12:27pm)
&lt;em&gt;Wala..Si kamille crush k lang..ü&lt;/em&gt;

To Kuya Migo (12:42pm)
&lt;em&gt;Wushu.. Cge na nga.. Sbi m eh.. =)
&lt;/em&gt;
-end of texts. Hindi na sya nagreply-

End of texts na rin talaga kasi sakto after nung last text ko wala na akong load.

Uii... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1 year na si Mae &amp;amp; John&lt;/span&gt;... Astigas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-111476323839625341?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/111476323839625341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=111476323839625341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111476323839625341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111476323839625341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/04/namimiss-ko-nung-sinasaway-nya-ako.html' title='Namimiss ko nung sinasaway nya ako dahil lagi ako kumakain sa class.'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-111465838621644140</id><published>2005-04-29T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T11:19:46.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who would've thought it would be so.....</title><content type='html'>I never expected 'it' to happen. But I guess it did.... eventually.

This happened just a few weeks ago. When everything was in a state of something close to divine bliss.

It was during a one, hot, summer's day ...

We were walking down the street hand in hand, being totally oblivious of our surroundings, minding nothing else except for the two of us.

It was quite strange though.

The sun, despite the fact that the weather was burning hot, didn't really feel "burning" to my skin.

It didn't feel... no... I couldn't feel anything else except for his hand holding mine.

After a while, we decided to rest &amp; then sat down as we waited for the sun's heat to die down. I didn't mind... really. I just wanted to be with him... Hell... I couldn't even feel the heat of the sun.
As we sat down, side by side, he wrapped one of his arms around me, passing through my back &amp;amp; pulling me closer to him. I stared at him, only to find his eyes staring back.

In those eyes, I found a certain warmth... that made me feel loved, happy, &amp; for the first time in my life, contented.

As he held me closer to him, I felt so secure. I could no longer escape...

I found myself being drawn closer &amp;amp; closer to him.

I could drown myself in the heaven of his eyes &amp; lose myself in the warmth of his embrace...

Words were not needed to know what we were thinking about or what was going on... All it took was just one look... &amp;amp; everything fell rightly in place.

As our bodies got closer to each other, he leaned forward towards me. I could feel his warm, sweet breath drawing closer &amp; closer, then... his lips touched mine.

I was lost... in his warmth... in the sweetness of his kiss...











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&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Puta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ang corny ko. LoL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-111465838621644140?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/111465838621644140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=111465838621644140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111465838621644140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111465838621644140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/04/who-wouldve-thought-it-would-be-so.html' title='Who would&apos;ve thought it would be so.....'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-111443159193443990</id><published>2005-04-26T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T20:19:51.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PUTA.</title><content type='html'>PUTA. Di ko na matanggal ung 'puta' sa dila ko. Puta kasi ako ng Puta ever since I learned about her wanting him &amp; all that. Tangina.

Kita kami ni &lt;a href="http://kape-dsi.blogspot.com"&gt;Desi&lt;/a&gt; kahapon sa Alabang. Saya. Paimportante ung loko. 2 hours late. Grawr. Gusto na nga sapakin ng ate ko pagkakita sakanya eh. Oh well. HAHA. Ang gulo pa sa sinehan. Kung ano-ano ginagawa. Ang ingay pa. Di ko tuloy maintindihan ung pinapanuod ko. HAHA. *peace*

Enrolled na ako sa MSA. La lang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-111443159193443990?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/111443159193443990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=111443159193443990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111443159193443990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111443159193443990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/04/puta.html' title='PUTA.'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-111422360271394950</id><published>2005-04-24T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T10:35:59.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DESI... DIS IS POR YUUUUUU...</title><content type='html'>Dahil sabi mo na itake ko ung quiz na 'to. Tinake ko nga. HAHA.
&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="280" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;
&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Your Seduction Style: The Natural&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;
&lt;center&gt;
&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/natural.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;/center&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;
You don't really try to seduce people... it just seems to happen.
Fun loving and free spirited, you bring out the inner child in people.
You are spontaneous, sincere, and unpretentious - a hard combo to find!
People drop their guard around you, and find themselves falling fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/seducerquiz/"&gt;What Is Your Seduction Style?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-111422360271394950?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/111422360271394950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=111422360271394950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111422360271394950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111422360271394950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/04/desi-dis-is-por-yuuuuuu.html' title='DESI... DIS IS POR YUUUUUU...'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-111415461815452318</id><published>2005-04-23T06:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T15:23:38.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BORED.</title><content type='html'>New Layout. Naaliw sa teddy bear at sa kanta ng Simple Plan na "I'd do Anything" ang loko. HAHA.

Still,

&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Bored.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
Bat ba ang daming gago ngayon noh? Pfft. Biruin mo, didikitan ung isang babae dahil lang mayaman sya or may possibilidad na gawing panakip butas?! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TANGINA MO GAGO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; MAMATAY KA NA. Parang wala lang yung ginawa mo eh noh. Pfft.&lt;strong&gt; Kala mo di ka nakasakit, eh kung sayo kaya gawin un?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;AYUSIN MO NGA BUHAY MO BOY!&lt;/u&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;BABALA SA MGA BABAE:&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAGINGAT SA MGA GAGONG LALAKI. WAG MAG PAPALOKO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
Lokohin nyo na sila bago pa nila kayo lokohin. HAHA.

Joke lang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-111415461815452318?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/111415461815452318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=111415461815452318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111415461815452318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111415461815452318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/04/bored.html' title='BORED.'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-111405710252280041</id><published>2005-04-22T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T15:17:08.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today is April 21. duh.</title><content type='html'>Its our first monthsary today. Im happy. Really. I am. =)

~*~

&lt;em&gt;30 THINGS GUYS SHOULD KNOW ABOUT GIRLS: written by a guy. after years of experience.
1. Whatever you do, don't just show up at their house...they run around in their underwear just like we do.
2. DON'T CHEAT ON THEM. It may seem foolproof, but girls tell each other everything about everything. Trust me, they WILL find out and you will be mud.
3. Beware of every single male relative and all guy friends. Any of them would kick your ass at the drop of a hat, and a lot of them wouldn't even wait for the frickin hat.
4. Never miss an opportunity to tell them they're beautiful.
5. Don't refuse to kiss in front of your friends. If they laugh at you, it's because they're jealous.
6. If they slap you hard, you deserved it.
7. Don't be afraid to touch them if you want to. If they're going out with you in the first place, it's because they like being in your arms.
8. If you don't sleep with them, do not tell your friends that you did.
8.5 If you DO sleep with them, don't tell your friends that you did.
9. You can be dirty minded in private, really...most of them are not offended by it...
10. Not all of them eat like birds, a lot of them can eat like whales.
11. Most of them don't mind paying half of everything, but they do discuss these things with their friends. Realize that if you make your girlfriend pay half all the time, everyone will know about it.
11.5 Do you honestly need all your money that much? Be a man, pay all the time!
12. Every girl should eventually get three things from her boyfriend- a stuffed animal, one of his sweatshirts, and a really pretty ring. Even if it's not a serious relationship.
13. Make sure she gets home safely as often as you can. If you're dropping her off, walk her to the door. If you aren't dropping her off, call to be sure she's home safely.
14. If a guy is bothering her, it is your right to beat the crap out of him.
15. If you're talking to a female friend of yours, pull your girlfriend closer.
16. Never, ever slap her, even if it's just in a joking way. Even if she swats you first, and says, "Oh, you're so dumb" or something, never make any gestures back.
17. Go to a chick flick once in a while. She doesn't care whetheryou enjoy it or not, it just matters that you went.
18. You're dead meat if you can't get along with their pets, parents, and best friends. Be prince charming to their friends, Mr. Polite to their parents, and make sure to be nice to their animals.
19. Don't flirt with their moms...that's just freaky.
20. Don't be freaked out by PMS. It's not gross, and it really does make them feel like crap, so be understanding.
21. If you don't like the way they drive, you do it.
22. If you're officially dating, and you're introducing her to your friends, you'd better damn well introduce her as your girlfriend.
23. Don't stress where you go for every date. They really only want to be with you.
24. If they complain that something hurts, rub it for them without being asked.
25. Girls are fragile. Even if you're play fighting/wrestling, be very gentle.
26. Memorize their god damn birthdays. You forget her birthday and you're basically screwed for life.
27. Don't marinade the cologne, but smell good.
28. Don't give her something stupid for her birthday or Christmas or Valentine's day. It doesn't have to be expensive, but it has to be meaningful. Jewelry is always nice.
29. If you think the relationship isn't going to last, don't wait to find out. It will only hurt you more if you draw it out.
30. After you've been dating for a while, realize that they really have started to trust you. When you have a girlfriend who truly trusts you, you have a lot more responsibility, privilege and control than you would think. Be careful with it, most guys would kill for that kind of power, and it can be lost in a nanosecond.
&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;----quoted from &lt;a href="http://addicted-dancer.blogspot.com"&gt;Em&lt;/a&gt; ----&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is absolutely true. If all guys knew this.... life would've been better. LoL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~*~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was with my family yesterday. Went to Tagaytay. Rawr. Bored.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;PICTURES:&lt;/u&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;img style="WIDTH: 351px; HEIGHT: 222px" height="443" alt="rawr" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v369/fr0z3nheart/DSC00876.jpg" width="618" /&gt;

&lt;img style="WIDTH: 342px; HEIGHT: 233px" height="304" alt="=" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v369/fr0z3nheart/DSC00906.jpg" width="468" /&gt;

&lt;img style="WIDTH: 353px; HEIGHT: 279px" height="325" alt="=" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v369/fr0z3nheart/DSC00915.jpg" width="383" /&gt;

&lt;img style="WIDTH: 353px; HEIGHT: 272px" height="301" alt="(=" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v369/fr0z3nheart/DSC00916.jpg" width="382" /&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;[ EDIT ]&lt;/strong&gt;

Feeler alert! Pssh. Ang feeling talaga. Naku. Hay naku.

&lt;strong&gt;[/EDIT]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-111405710252280041?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/111405710252280041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=111405710252280041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111405710252280041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111405710252280041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/04/today-is-april-21-duh.html' title='today is April 21. duh.'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-111387737397877725</id><published>2005-04-20T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T10:22:53.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nananananananana..... i can't think of a good title. LOL.</title><content type='html'>A topic got me pondering for a few days now. Men, are truly known polygamous in nature &amp; since he's far away from me, plus, he's going to college this school year, I can't help but &lt;strong&gt;THINK&lt;/strong&gt; about certain things. I know this won't do me any good (Oh sorry, this won't do US any good rather), &amp;amp; you might think that I'm being such a paranoid but... I just can't help it. Im too scared to lose him. &lt;em&gt;OO serioso ako. gago. Kala nyo? nagbibiro ako? HAHA.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
Its not that I don't trust him. I do. Ughhhhh... I'm just thinking too much.

I'm serious this time. I'm no longer fooling around. Unlike before...


&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;***HAHA. change topic***&lt;/u&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;OK. MAJOR CHANGE OF TOPIC.&lt;/strong&gt;

Another topic got me, &lt;a href="http://vertumnus.blogspot.com"&gt;Albert&lt;/a&gt; brought this up months ago when our Junior year was about to end. He said this should be the debate topic instead of the VAT increase. LOL. ---Abortion

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Resolve that abortion be made legal."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;SIDE: POSITIVE&lt;/strong&gt;
Abortion should be made legal so that females are given a choice to whether have the baby or not.
This can also lessen the population problem the Philippines is facing right now.
With abortion made legal, the family who cannot afford to raise the child will no longer face problems with the issue.
There is a need to make Abortion legal so that there will be less street children hanging around on the streets. &lt;em&gt;(You get my point? Good.)&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;SIDE: NEGATIVE
&lt;/strong&gt;Abortion should not be made legal because it is throwing away a life. Besides, before the couple should do anything, they should first think about the consequences of their actions. And if ever, it is not the fault of the child he is brought into this damned world. &lt;s&gt;LOL&lt;/s&gt;.
There is no need to make Abortion legal because if they did it, they should be ready for the consequences of their actions.

-bow-


Ok. I have absolutely nothing to blog about nowadays since I'm living the life of a PIG. HAHA. eat-sleep-eat-sleep-eat-sleep-eat-chat-eat ... HAHA. Its a good thing I'm not gaining any pounds...yet. I miss skating. Oh well.

Oh yeah... I'm going to attend a review center. LOL. MSA katipunan. Sharing.... =)

Although.... chances are 50:50.

&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BELATED 1ST MONTHSARY TO NICOLE &amp; HANS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. 18 18 18 18 18....

Btw, Mae &amp; John... I wish for the best for the two of you. . . . *uncertainty* *uneasy* *unsure*

Oh well...

Im talking complete rubbish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-111387737397877725?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/111387737397877725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=111387737397877725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111387737397877725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111387737397877725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/04/nananananananana-i-cant-think-of-good.html' title='Nananananananana..... i can&apos;t think of a good title. LOL.'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-111335821240441305</id><published>2005-04-14T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T10:10:12.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BELATED HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JM-CLIVE!!!</title><content type='html'>Its his birthday yesterday. JM.

I also got my braces adjusted yesterday. Now, it hurts like hell.

He's coming over today. -i think. At least, that's what he told me. Oh well...

New layout. Easier Navigation.. i hope. Oh well. Its quite simple, but i like it... as for now.

Oh, &amp; I manged to fix my playlist already. Go me! ehehe...

I just learned yesterday that I might fly to US again. I might be leaving next week &lt;u&gt;if ever&lt;/u&gt; I am leaving. rawr.

I'm no longer going to take review classes. Dad doesn't want, &amp;amp; I have to admit, I'm feeling lazy.. you know... having to attend those review classes. rawr.


oh &amp; btw,

Leave me something (no hating, flaming, flooding, spamming, &amp;amp; bashing ok?) in my new cbox if ever you managed to come across my blog.

I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-111335821240441305?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/111335821240441305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=111335821240441305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111335821240441305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111335821240441305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/04/belated-happy-birthday-to-jm-clive.html' title='BELATED HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JM-CLIVE!!!'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-111319137370564325</id><published>2005-04-12T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T11:49:33.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wheee.... wala akong maisip na title....</title><content type='html'>Family reunion yesterday. Gutierrez family reunion. Swimming... eating... usap... usap... kain.

I hoped that I'd get a tan by swimming during the hottest part of the day. But I don't think my skin color even changed a bit. rawr.

&lt;u&gt;QUEENIE'S BDAY LAST APRIL 7&lt;/u&gt;. Belated pare! =)

and...

He was in Singapore for the past 3 days. (Friday - Sunday). At least we still managed to have connections with each other. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. =)

Oh yeah...
WE were supposed to meet each other today. But due to my body pains &amp; the feeling of wanting-to-get-more-sleep, I woke up late, thus I was not able to go with my father to Manila. Oh well..

&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IM SORRY.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll make it up next time&lt;/span&gt;. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&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/7607686-111319137370564325?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/111319137370564325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=111319137370564325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111319137370564325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111319137370564325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/04/wheee-wala-akong-maisip-na-title.html' title='wheee.... wala akong maisip na title....'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-111278992791475445</id><published>2005-04-07T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T20:18:47.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>overnight. talks. binks. kape. ano ba...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KAMI AY PUMUNTA SA VILLA ESCUDERO.&lt;/span&gt;

OBERNAYT KAMI DUN.

Ang ganda nung place. MALAKI. Infairness...

[wakeke! ang yaman nyo aaron! &gt;:) ]

un lang.


&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SNAPSHOTS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:


&lt;img style="WIDTH: 307px; HEIGHT: 239px" height="256" alt="lake" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v369/fr0z3nheart/aaaaaaa.jpg" width="347" /&gt;
The view from the back of our cottage.

&lt;img style="WIDTH: 307px; HEIGHT: 239px" height="256" alt="asshole. joke!" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v369/fr0z3nheart/ABA.jpg" width="347" /&gt;
The carabao's ass. I have absolutely nothing to do when I took that picture, &amp; yes, I am in my proper state of mind. &lt;s&gt;At least I think so that I am in my proper state of mind...&lt;/s&gt;

&lt;img style="WIDTH: 307px; HEIGHT: 239px" height="256" alt="lick it baby. HAHA." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v369/fr0z3nheart/ayasethcandid.jpg" width="347" /&gt;
Me with my cousin. Beri.... weird picture. Our usual &lt;i&gt;harutan&lt;/i&gt;. Oh well...

&lt;img style="WIDTH: 307px; HEIGHT: 239px" height="256" alt="wtf!" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v369/fr0z3nheart/ABAA.jpg" width="347" /&gt;
What the hell...

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&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;BINKS&lt;/s&gt; KOPI!!!! I MISS YOU SO DAMN MUCH!!!! WAAAAAHHH!!!! UNG PLANO SA MONDAY!!! PANO UN?!?!?! EH NASA SINGAPORE KA!!!! &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
oh well...

&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU &lt;s&gt;BINKS&lt;/s&gt; KOPI!!!&lt;/span&gt;

ayaw mo nga pala ng tinatawag na 'binks'... *evil grin*
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Basta. saka na ako ulit mag uupdate ng mahaba-haba. (&lt;s&gt;MAHABA&lt;/s&gt;)

And... oh yeah..

PLUG: Site ni &lt;a href="http://vanilla-i-scream-4-u.blogspot.com"&gt;MiLa&lt;/a&gt;

Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-111278992791475445?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/111278992791475445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=111278992791475445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111278992791475445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111278992791475445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/04/overnight-talks-binks-kape-ano-ba.html' title='overnight. talks. binks. kape. ano ba...'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-111265702595342115</id><published>2005-04-05T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T07:23:45.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waffakkers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEW LAYOUT...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
for the 10th time.... i wasn't satisfied with the previous one.

The family's going to villa escudero today cause its my uncle's birthday. pssh. Of all the places, why there?

oh well...

I better wake him up now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-111265702595342115?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/111265702595342115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=111265702595342115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111265702595342115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111265702595342115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/04/waffakkers.html' title='waffakkers'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-111258583373668163</id><published>2005-04-05T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T11:37:13.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1234567890... wala nanamang kwentang title.</title><content type='html'>So yeah. PTC last 3-31. Here are the grades:

&lt;img alt="ansaya tlga" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v369/fr0z3nheart/ScannedPhoto-1-2_edited.jpg" /&gt;

Nothing much changed. Except for my grade in RHGP, dropped 4 damn points. (Yan ba ang resulta ng pagiging isang malaking PASAWAY?! &lt;em&gt;siguro nga&lt;/em&gt;...)

NEW LAYOUT BY THE WAY. Uploaded that last friday. HEHE.

&lt;strong&gt;SATURDAY: BOREDOM.&lt;/strong&gt; I just made long cellphone calls to him. Pag walang magawa, &lt;u&gt;magtelebabad&lt;/u&gt;.
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;SUNDAY:&lt;/strong&gt;
Uncle arrived from the states. Now, the fridge is shit-full of chocolates. hmm...

&lt;strong&gt;TODAY:&lt;/strong&gt;
I can't stay long online. PC's damned. Got infected by a nasty virus... pssh... Oh well. Dad said he'll fix it later when he gets home. &lt;em&gt;After 10 years...&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
I might go to Alabang later... Or just somewhere here in Sta. Rosa, just to amuse myself. HAHA. &lt;u&gt;No Internet=NO HAPPINESS&lt;/u&gt;.

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I might not go to the US this summer anymore. I have to review for college entrance exams. Although there is still some conflict regarding that...

Besides, ayoko sya iwan.

Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-111258583373668163?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/111258583373668163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=111258583373668163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111258583373668163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111258583373668163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/04/1234567890-wala-nanamang-kwentang.html' title='1234567890... wala nanamang kwentang title.'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-111223453246059934</id><published>2005-04-01T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T10:02:12.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MASAYA</title><content type='html'>KASAMA KO SYA KAHAPON.

Nasa Enchanted kami.

Sumawsaw kami (well... hindi naman talaga... minatahan lang namin) sa mga sophomores [incoming juniors na pala sila. HAHA. ]

GRABE...

&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ABOT LANGIT NA KALIGAYAHAN ANG AKING NATAMO NUNG MAGKASAMA KAMI.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

Grabe. Para akong naka drugs nung kasama ko sya. Napakasaya talaga.

Holding hands........ akbayan.... masaya talaga.... kahit na pinagtitinginan kami nung mga tao sa EK.... masaya parin.


&lt;center&gt;
&lt;img style="WIDTH: 329px; HEIGHT: 251px" height="327" alt="nagpapakaligaya" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/Whappak_1.jpg" width="359" /&gt;
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"At that moment, nothing else in the world mattered, except for me &amp;amp; him."

"&lt;strong&gt;I never knew what I wanted until I found him&lt;/strong&gt;". (Ang corny ko).

damn.... ang lakas ng tama ko ah....


&lt;u&gt;ANYWAY&lt;/u&gt;.....

PTC pala ngayon. Kuhanan ng cards. Hindi ako sumama sa nanay ko para makapag-ragnarok kami. Wakekeke! saka ayoko rin pumunta sa school. Ampest.
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HINDI PA PALA AKO CLEARED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
~OMG!WTF!LOLZ!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7607686-111223453246059934?l=tasteslikehell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/feeds/111223453246059934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7607686&amp;postID=111223453246059934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111223453246059934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7607686/posts/default/111223453246059934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tasteslikehell.blogspot.com/2005/03/masaya.html' title='MASAYA'/><author><name>~A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14369541744535603792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/bloodberry1709/icons/288.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607686.post-111209648115079546</id><published>2005-03-30T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T19:41:21.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wala munang title. wala akong maisip. wappak!</title><content type='html'>Ok. My kape's graduation today. I &lt;strong&gt;was &lt;/strong&gt;supposed to go &amp;amp; attend with ate Flow.. but my dad didn't allow me. Pssh! KJ talaga. Asar. Umiiyak na nga ako kagabi dahil dun eh. Ahhh... basta. Pamatay talaga. The thought of commiting suicide has once again... crossed my mind. &lt;strong&gt;(&lt;u&gt;IM SERIOUS BITCH&lt;/u&gt;. and its not just because of that. marami pang dahilan.)&lt;/strong&gt;

So, anyway.. ayun... nakatulog din ako last night kakaiyak. Woke up around 7 something. That's late na for me. I usually wake up at around 6 kasi. Oh well.

Then this morning... ginising ko sya... pano naman kasi.. kung hindi ko gigisingin tatanghaliin nanaman. Oh well. Then around after lunch I got my haircut. Tapos RO. RO. RO. At puro RO. Wala ng iba. Medyo boring nga lang kasi wala sya... but... oh well....

Then un... usap nanaman kami ng mahaba sa cp. Galing ng Touch Mobile! except for the fact that the line gets disconnected after 30 mins... Ok naman ung unlimited nila... =)

Oi, kape,

&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;CONGRATS AH&lt;/u&gt;!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

Un lang. I'm out. I'm running on dial-up right now. Baka ma-disconnect pa. Hay naku...

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