<?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-13015974</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:04:43.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funkidelic</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>166</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-115760449818886484</id><published>2006-09-07T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T12:48:18.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIATUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;On leave. Don't even bother to ask why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Will be back on December-who-fuckin'-knows-when.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will still comment and read your entries. Don't worry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-115760449818886484?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/115760449818886484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=115760449818886484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115760449818886484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115760449818886484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/09/hiatus.html' title='HIATUS'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-115747267741936858</id><published>2006-09-06T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T23:58:47.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is Yuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; disgusted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; 12:51 - The Strokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Ayoko na. Sawang-sawa na ako~!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Manhid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to cry anymore about boys and love. I'm not going to feel hurt because of boys and love. I've lost my whole hope about this whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Kung meron kang mahal at hindi mo naman alam ang nararamdaman niya sayo, dapat turuan mo ang sarili mo maging rational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasi kung hindi ka ganon, magbibigay ka ng kahulugan sa mga bagay na hindi naman talaga ganon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makakakita ka ng mga signs na wala naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makakaramdam ka ng pagmamahal na ilusyon mo lang naman pala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mahirap yun...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabi-gabi, maiisip mo siya, at kung iniisip ka rin niya. ang totoo naman, ikaw lang ang nag-iisip... siya naman, mahimbing na ang tulog. Iisipin mo kung kumain na ba siya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung ayos lang ba siya... Pero siya, iniisip niya kung ano ba ang magandang palabas sa tv... o anong laro sa ps2 ang lalaruhin niya mamaya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bago ka matulog, ipagdadasal mo na sana lagi siyang ligtas... At sana mahalin ka niya katulad ng pagmamahal mo sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero pag gising mo bukas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganon parin ang mundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hindi parin kayo..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malungkot ka parin... at ikaw lang ang nagmamahal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IKAW LANG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag alam mo na walang pag-asa, wag ka na magpumilit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasi sa huli...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw &lt;strong&gt;lang&lt;/strong&gt; ang masasaktan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw&lt;strong&gt; lang&lt;/strong&gt; ang umasa sa wala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagmuka ka pang &lt;strong&gt;gago&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-115747267741936858?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/115747267741936858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=115747267741936858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115747267741936858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115747267741936858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/09/love-is-yuck.html' title='Love is Yuck'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-115736290836620419</id><published>2006-09-04T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T18:01:10.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The APP Midyear</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Seven Years - Saosin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I've updated this blog. Well, I was a bit tired, well not really, but pretty much sleepy from Plaridel's Midyear Outing. It was really fun and I'm excited for the year-end which is after the third term. Nyak! I hope my parents will permit me because a.) They're going to the States without me and I deserve a good vacation, too; b.) I bet there's nothing to do once summer hits. It's for the sake of fun and bonding right? Although I really wish I'd go to Chicago and Florida next March with them. Darn it! I keep ranting about their trip to the States. I feel bad. *boo* And my sister keeps on rubbing it on my face that I can't go with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/DSC02383%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So where was I for the weekend? APP went to Ciudad Christhia, 9 Waves Resort in San Mateo, Rizal. When I saw the place and the pools, I was excited to go for a dip. And yes, I was also excited for the activities that we were about to do for the day and for the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the Amazing Race thing and we won second place for that, but on the over-all games we were the third runner-up. We also had our cheering competition and Sining was also in third place. We had a cool cheer, hehe. Fritz Day High! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the cheering competition, we were at the big pool were the waves were at. It looked like we wouldn't want to go out of the pool unless we get to 'experience' the 9 waves of this resort. 9 Waves nga, eh. It lasted for 15 minutes and &lt;em&gt;nabusog ako sa tubig&lt;/em&gt;. Nyaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at the pool ng mga quarter to twelve ata. That long, huh. After we took a bath, Mike, JP, Joel and Fritz went to play billiards. Maine and I followed. We sang nalang kasi there's a videoke machine there. Hehe. I sang Pare Ko by Eraserheads. Sympre nagwala ako at nakikanta din sila Joel. The score I got was 98, lol. Pero yun first part ng song si Joel yung kumanta. After an hour, we went back to our rooms kaso masyado pang maaga. Hindi ako nakatulog kaagad dahil I really don't want to sleep din pa. Whatever happened nun from like 1am to 4am, sa mga nakakaalam nalang siguro. I don't want to give away anything. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more pics visit my &lt;a href="http://mysticbutterfly.multiply.com"&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt; account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, this trip made me forget about the things that has happened. Mike, Quincy and I have our lovelives written on Quincy's notebook. It's like a timeline of our ups and downs, kilig moments and break-ups. Natuwa ako 'coz it released me from the stress of thinking too much of what has happened to me. Thank God ginawa ko yun. And I really thank Mike, Quincy and Maine for their advices. lablablab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;My sister's out of town. She has her retreat which I miss about high school. I don't know kung saan yung retreat but it's in Tagaytay. At least for two nights solo ko yung kwarto, rawr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natambakan nanaman ako ng gagawin for this week. It's not that I'm complaining pero I love the fact that I'm working and not slacking off. Although it is stressing, I really don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to do for this week:&lt;br /&gt;1. Do EDGE 2006's website with Phoebe.&lt;br /&gt;2. Participate in the Logo Making Contest for EDGE 2006 (dahil sabi ni Phoebe)&lt;br /&gt;3. Finish the layout for section description for our Yearbook.&lt;br /&gt;4. Get Amanda's report card on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;5. Go to Phoebe's place on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;6. Attend Mica's debut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charted na. So techinically, I cannot be disturbed for this week. Isa lang ang day-off ko which is Mica's debut. My divisoria trip is cancelled din. Okay lang, I'm going naman there sometime in November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-115736290836620419?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/115736290836620419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=115736290836620419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115736290836620419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115736290836620419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/09/app-midyear.html' title='The APP Midyear'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-115702071191674877</id><published>2006-08-31T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T21:19:44.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DL-icious</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; hap/py, gets ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; A Promise - Chicosci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/1600/DSC023772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/DSC023772.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got my course card already. Thank the Lord, I passed everything! I was so close from having my DL dreams bit to dust. My GPA is 3.18, hindi ko alam kung magiging 3.2 yan or what basta I'm happy that&lt;strong&gt; I'm a dean's lister.&lt;/strong&gt; This is a big start for me. I'll continue to be better with my academics and enjoy every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this sudden frustration with EDTECH1. I cannot believe that I got a 3 instead of a 3.5 or even a 4. I know I've done very well with that subject because I aced her tests (with me being the only one to get a perfect score in the quiz and having a grade of 98 in our last one). What the eff? I couldn't possibly get a 4 with this subject because of an issue we had with her before. I'm effing dismayed because I know I really did very well. Even my blockmates were "shocked" to find out that I only got a three instead of a four or even a 3.5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat chance pa ako makakuha ng 4 in most of my subjects. I don't attend my classes sometimes. Ehe! Next time, I'll try my best no to cut cut cut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haayy. Dibale na. I'd do better in ECEDOBS to prove her (she's also my prof in that subject) that I can do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my grades:&lt;br /&gt;ECEDCHD - 3.5&lt;br /&gt;INPSYCO - 3.5&lt;br /&gt;FWDANCE - 3.5&lt;br /&gt;EDTECH1 - 3.0&lt;br /&gt;ENGLCOM - 3.0&lt;br /&gt;ECEDFND - 3.0 (nobody got a 4)&lt;br /&gt;LBYENVP - 3.0&lt;br /&gt;NSTP-C1 - 3.0 (di kasama sa academic units)&lt;br /&gt;SCIENVP - 2.5 (hate this!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think almost all of Block 1 are dean's listers. Pati din pala si Best Mike DL!! Way to go, Best! Naks naks naks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I'm out for two days pala. &lt;strong&gt;Ang Pahayagang Plaridel&lt;/strong&gt; has a Mid-year outing and I'm going, too. Yes! My first college outing. LOL We're going to 9 Waves at Rizal. Okay, I'm going now. May feast (as in handaan) din dito, haha! Sakto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-115702071191674877?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/115702071191674877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=115702071191674877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115702071191674877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115702071191674877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/08/dl-icious.html' title='DL-icious'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-115686341073834250</id><published>2006-08-29T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T14:56:21.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ParaKiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; addict-mode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Taralets - Imago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; alt: " src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/parakiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've decided to read a manga.&lt;/strong&gt; Pretty unusual since I'm not "really" an anime fanatic or whatev. I used to be, back in my 6th grade or was it in my freshman year in high school? Or was it in my first year in high school that my liking for anime crashed or sophomore year? Well, clueless. The last anime that I really fancied an anime was just last year and it was Naruto. Who wouldn't? My favorite characters are Naruto and Rock Lee. I don't see the point of liking Sasuke! Hmpf. LOL Don't flame, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, my term break has started and I've been looking for things to do here at home. Well, I only have three things done for today (since I'm on house arrest). I slept, ate and watched TV and movies. Not bad? Well, it is. I need to find something like amusing. I'm thinking of a new theme for my next layout. My next photo op would probably be this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, it came to me...&lt;strong&gt;Paradise Kiss + Read Manga = Addiction.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a nice equation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the story of ParaKiss? Well, it's basically about luvvvv and all that shit. No, well - yes! Uhmm, it's driving me nuts! Why can't I make a good synopsis on this one? Hmm, okay let me take a shot. &lt;strong&gt;Yukari Hayasaka&lt;/strong&gt; is a student who's in the run of getting into a good college. The pressure's with her parents because they say that if she doesn't get into a good college then she's nothing. The story starts with her being chased by &lt;strong&gt;Arashi&lt;/strong&gt; who tells her that she's what they were looking for in a model. Thought about being raped, she then runs from him and suddenly bumps into &lt;strong&gt;Isabella&lt;/strong&gt;, a transgendered dude who has this look of mysticism. She then was 'captured' and then faints and then finds herself waking up at the Paradise Kiss Studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the studio, she met Miwako, Arashi's girlfriend. They told her that they were students of the unique art school of Yazawa Guken and they asked her if they could be their model for the school's annual fashion show. Of course, Yukari thought of them as freaks and angirly declines the offer, leaves the studio and dropped her handbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if it weren't for that handbook or that meeting he wouldn't meet &lt;strong&gt;George&lt;/strong&gt; (who is a total hottie, btw). Yukari was obviously swept of her feet with George because she constantly thinks of him and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do you get the picture? Haha. I'm not good with this one and I'm off to reading Volume 2 already. All thanks to &lt;a href="http://sorbetera.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey! My supposed-to-be post was moved for tomorrow. I just want to tell about my current manga-love. &lt;strong&gt;I'm officially a Paradise Kiss fan!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Plans for the sembreak (and no one could ever get on the way with this one)&lt;br /&gt;Sept 1 - 2 -- APP Midyear Teambuilding Seminar (in other words - outing, jk)&lt;br /&gt;Sept 3 - Go to the International Book Fair with Mom and Amanda&lt;br /&gt;Sometime between Sept 4-8 -- Out for DV&lt;br /&gt;Sept 9 - Mica's Debut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I've done or will be doing this sembreak:&lt;br /&gt;[x] Siesta&lt;br /&gt;[x] Milo-drinking marathon&lt;br /&gt;[x] Read Paradise Kiss&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Photo-op for next layout&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Outing&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Spread love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo nga pala, Happy Birthday &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Martin&lt;/span&gt;!! Ang aking katangi-tanging Bavarian Cream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-115686341073834250?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/115686341073834250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=115686341073834250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115686341073834250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115686341073834250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/08/parakiss.html' title='ParaKiss'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-115677841105255113</id><published>2006-08-28T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T23:20:12.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DV</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Pakiramdam:&lt;/strong&gt; medyo pagod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pinakikinggan ang:&lt;/strong&gt; Burnout ng Sugarfree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinong marunong pumunta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pwede ba 'kong sumama sa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Divisoria&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dv!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/DSC000652.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Galing akong DV! Galing sa 168 Mall. Sa totoo lang, feeling ko kapwa Intsik o Koreano o Hapon lang ang magkaka-gusto sa ilang mga paninda doon. Ewan ko ba. Ramdam ko kasing hindi naman "taste" ng ibang Pinoy ang mga tinda doon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S'ympre pag-asa Divisoria ka, maraming Intsik...O kahit sinong singkit. Nahalata ko lang na ang halos alam nilang sabihin na Filipino pag napapadaan ka sa puwesto nila ay, "Ate, anong gusto mo?" at kasama na diyan ang kanilang accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mura nga ba sa Divisoria? Siguro. Hindi ko masabi sa lahat, eh. Akala ko makakabili ako ng mga 3 for 100 na racerback pero hindi pala. May Get Laud! doon pero kasing presyo rin niya yung nandito lamang sa Makati. Ewan ko. Pero feeling ko mura na din yung mga nabili ko kasi galing ng Hong Kong at Korea yung mga damit na pinamili ko, eh. Ang mga original price ay 500...Nakuha ko lang ng 250 at 290 haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inlab ako sa red top na binili ko. Ang ganda niya kasi. Gustong-gusto ko siya. Sino bang may party? Gusto kong suotin na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang dala ko lang kanina ay P1, 600. Hindi kasi ako nakapag-ipon so bali hindi ganoon kalaki yung naipon ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto yung mga nabili ko ngayon:&lt;br /&gt;Metallic bag - 250&lt;br /&gt;Bangles - 60&lt;br /&gt;Bracelet - 50&lt;br /&gt;Skirt with Leggings - 250&lt;br /&gt;Red top - 290 (orignally 500)&lt;br /&gt;Sandals - 120&lt;br /&gt;Food - 96&lt;br /&gt;Transpo:&lt;br /&gt;      MRT - 21&lt;br /&gt;      FX - 30&lt;br /&gt;      Jeep - 15&lt;br /&gt;      Taxi - 28 (Hati kami ni Ate)&lt;br /&gt;______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOTAL:&lt;/strong&gt; P 1, 210&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto kong bumili ng mga maskara doon yung P500. Hindi yung make-up, yung mask... Maganda ilagay sa future room ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo nga pala, ang ganda ng Manila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige pagod pa rin ang legs ko. Shet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-115677841105255113?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/115677841105255113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=115677841105255113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115677841105255113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115677841105255113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/08/dv.html' title='DV'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-115665488340436026</id><published>2006-08-27T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T18:29:51.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Linggo Nanaman</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Pakiramdam:&lt;/strong&gt; okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pinakikinggan ang:&lt;/strong&gt; Concealer ng Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Panget ang mga Lunes ko sa susunod na term. Pa'no? Tuwing Lunes ang pasok ko ay ala-siete ng umaga. Ayoko pumasok ng ganyan kaaga, eh. Tapos PE pa. Hindi ko alam kung ano ang PE namin pero sana Basketball. FWTEAMS kasi ang block namin ngayong term. Haayy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plano ng pinsan ko pumunta ng DV bukas. Gusto ko sumama. Wala lang baka may makita lang ako maganda. Gusto ko na mag-shopping. Nauubusan na ako ng damit!! Kausap ko nga sila Czar at Adiaz nung Friday, eh. Sabi niya gano'n din yung nafifeel nya. Ayan, lumalabas ang pagka ala-diva ko. Ayaw nag-uulit nang damit. Sabi nila, ganyan lang daw talaga pag frosh ka. Eh ako noon pa noh! Kaso okay nalang sa akin ngayon na umulit-ulit basta hindi every week (except sa pants). Diva, nampucha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala naman panghahantungan 'tong post na 'to, eh. Halata naman. Gusto ko lang magsalitype dahil wala na talaga akong magawa sa bahay. Hindi na ako nahilig manood ng TV, pang One Tree Hill lang 'to. Nga ba? Basta, hahaba 'to ng hahaba dahil gusto ko lang magsalitype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May inihanda na akong post para sa Lunes o Martes. Bahala na. Basta trip ko siya, eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Nagmahal ka na ba?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano ako gasolina?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. May mahal ka ngayon?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano yan kinakain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waa.. Luma na 'yan eh. Eto nalang, ano ang mga magandang nangyari sa iyong buhay? (Postive naman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Matanggap at makapag aral sa La Salle&lt;br /&gt;2. Nang makilala ko ang PK at ang GSG&lt;br /&gt;3. First Date&lt;br /&gt;4. Naka gradweyt ng hay skul&lt;br /&gt;5. Ako'y pinanganak.&lt;br /&gt;6. Pumunta sa mga gig at minsa'y nakauwi na ng alas-dos ng umaga. Pers taym.&lt;br /&gt;7. Pumunta ng EK kasama ang barkada na sobrang memorable talaga dahil sobrang bonded na tayo&lt;br /&gt;8. Matanggap sa APP&lt;br /&gt;9. Ma inlab&lt;br /&gt;10. Nung pumunta si Rina dito sa 'Pinas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tae, panget. Sige na..Ikaw ano ba magandang nangyari sa iyo? As if magrereply ka. Yoko na, wala na 'tong patutunguhan. Matutulog nalang ako. Punta pa ako ng DV bukas *kanta*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-115665488340436026?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/115665488340436026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=115665488340436026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115665488340436026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115665488340436026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/08/linggo-nanaman.html' title='Linggo Nanaman'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-115651415900743827</id><published>2006-08-25T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T11:52:10.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walang Lalabas</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Pakiramdam:&lt;/strong&gt; okay lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pinakikinggan ang:&lt;/strong&gt; What Happened To Us - Hoobastank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sakto!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Medyo nahihirapan ako sa kalagayan ko ngayon. Kausap ko si Mike kagabi sa cell, inistorbo ko na dahil wala na talaga akong mapagsabihan, eh. Kung ano ang napag-usapan namin ni Mike, amin nalang yun. Hindi muna ako magsasalita. Ayoko munang magsalita. Mahirap magsalita sa sitwasyon ko ngayon. Mahirap dahil alam kong wala na akong laban. Nangyari na, eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para nga akong sira kagabi kasi napaiyak nalang ako bigla. Ang hirap kasi pagtumatahimik na bigla nalang papasok sa isip ko yung ganoong diwa. Hindi ko naman makulit yung kapatid ko dahil tulog na siya. Kahit sinabi ni Mike na gisingin ko yung kapatid ko - hindi ko naman magawa. Mag-aaway lang kami o maiinis ko lang siya. May pasok pa kasi bukas, eh. Sa isang saglit tatawa nalang ako, pero tumutulo parin yung mga luha ko. Bipolar. Punyeta. JK Sinabi kasi ni Mike hayaan ko nalang...ayoko lang talaga, eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haayy..Salamat best! Thanks sa oras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Masaya ako kahit paano dahil kahit anong gawin ko sa sitwasyon ko ngayon, ang mga kaibigan ko ay sinisiksik na sa akin na &lt;strong&gt;ako ang may kasalanan&lt;/strong&gt; (Dahil kahit paano, hindi sila yung tulad ng iba na magsasabi na 'okay lang' yung ginawa ko. Sila yung nagpapakita sa akin yung kinalabasan nang katangahan ko). Totoo. Ako nagparusa sa sarili ko, ako naman ang nagsisisi. Singkit ang mga mata ko kanina pag-gising ko (hindi singkit na singkit, ha...pero halata talaga na umiyak ako). Hindi ako lumabas ng kwarto halos buong umaga na ganon ang itsura ko. 'Lang ya! Naka ilang tingin ako sa salamin para lang diyan. Buti nalang medyo nawala siya dahil ayoko makita ako ng Tatay ko na ganun itsura ko. Buti nalang habang dumaan ang mga oras nawala na ang pagiging Instik ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabog nanaman ang utak ko. Wala akong masasabi ngayon talaga tungkol sa buhay ko nakakalungkot. Nakakalumbay. Babalik nalang ako sa pagiging sobrang impassive ko. 'No comment' sa lahat ng bagay? P'wede kaya yun? Hindi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatlong buwan nalang, apat na buwan, pitong buwan pa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayos naman ang iskamen ko sa ECEDFND. Masusubukan din yung pasensya mo sa kakaantay dun. Buti nalang isa ako sa mga kalahati na maagang natawag. Oral siya kaya parang praktikal din dapat ang sagot mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto ang eksena:&lt;br /&gt;*una akong pumasok kesa kay Annie*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs de Ocampo:&lt;/strong&gt; How are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Alright. I'm doing great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs de Ocampo:&lt;/strong&gt; How about you? *to Annie*&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs de Ocampo:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay, pick a number from 1 to 30. *addressed to us*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; one *pfft, liar*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Annie:&lt;/strong&gt; thirty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs de Ocampo:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay, for number one, How do children learn and explain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; *flipping the pages of Muy's notes, easy easy easy (yabang mode)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs de Ocampo told Annie the question for number thirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs de Ocampo:&lt;/strong&gt; Ok, so who wants to go first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; *flipping the pages of Muy's notes, bahala ka Annie, not answering*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Annie:&lt;/strong&gt; she *points to me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; okay. Uhm..Children learn from play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs de Ocampo:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, very good very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Children discover new things because of play and blah blah blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasagot ko naman ng mabuti yung tanong niya. Sumangayon naman siya sa mga sinabi ko. Tinanong rin niya kung okay ako sa kurso ko. Sympre sinagot ko, oo. Hindi ko sinabi yun dahil sa grade, sinabi ko yun dahil totoo. Galing sa puso ko. &lt;strong&gt;I love CED!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-115651415900743827?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/115651415900743827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=115651415900743827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115651415900743827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115651415900743827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/08/walang-lalabas.html' title='Walang Lalabas'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-115642520640226306</id><published>2006-08-24T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T21:52:49.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bulgar</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Pakiramdam:&lt;/strong&gt; okay na sana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pinakikinggan ang:&lt;/strong&gt; The Feel Good Drag ng Anberlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang &lt;em&gt;stressed-out&lt;/em&gt; ako ngayong araw na 'to. Simula sa pag-gising ko wala na akong inisip kung hindi tapusin ang proyekto namin ni Rizza sa EDTECH1. Pasaporte ko yun para makakuha ako ng kwatro dun. Gusto ko!! Ginawa ko yung kabuuan ng website dahil nawala lahat ng mga dokyumento ko dahil kay pareng Trojan. Dahil sa kanya, marami nanaman siyang kinain sa akin. Paano, gutom na gutom kasi siya. Puneyta ka kasi hindi lang ako ang may kompyuter sa mundo marami diyan sa paligid na punong-puno ng pr0n ang kanilang mga punyetang kompyuter! Mas matatakam ka dun alam ko yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h94/cam1sado29/eced-lay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Yan yung website na ginawa ko. Haha! I likey orange.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano ba? Sobrang &lt;em&gt;touched&lt;/em&gt; ako sa Tatay ko. Kahapon kasi, naantala ang kanyang pag-pasok at pag-ronda sa Makati dahil lang sa kompyuter ko. Mahal na mahal talaga ako ng Tatay ko alam ko yun kaya niya ginawa yun dahil ayaw na niyang gagabihin pa ako at mag-iInternet sa ibang lugar. Yun ang tingin ko. Tinira nanaman ako ng mga putang inang virus na yan. Ang dami nanamang mga dokyumento ang nawala sa akin - yung mga litrato na dapat ko ng &lt;strong&gt;in-upload&lt;/strong&gt; nung Mayo at pati yung mga litrato ko sa layout na 'to. Nahiya na nga ako dahil kailagan pasado alas-otso ay wala na sana siya sa bahay. Pero ginawa parin niya ang pagsasaayos ng PC ko. Dahil lang sa mga putang inang virus na yan nahihinto ang mga kailagan niyang gawin. Maraming Salamat, Daddy! I labshooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasensya na sa pagiging bulgar ganito lang ako pagnaiinis. Pero ang kakaiba lang ay hindi ako palamura sa totoong buhay (yung tipong puro PI, gago, etc.). *owsss* Siguro kung kasama mo ako madalas mo lang maririnig sa akin ang iba't-ibang pagsabi ng "shit." Kadalasan kasi tinatago ko nalang sa loob-loob ko ang mga inis ko sa mga taong sobrang sarap murahin sa MRT, LRT, sa jeep at kung saan pa. Pero minsan pag hindi na kaya ng puso at bibig ko tatalak nalang 'to at maririnig mo akong magsabi ng: "Holy fuckin' shit." Sosyal. Sabi sayo hindi nawawala yung &lt;strong&gt;shit&lt;/strong&gt; sa bokabularyo ko. Parehas kami nung isa kong crush. Sabi niya, "I say shit and fuck a lot." Same here! Meant to be. Joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko alam kung paano talaga ako natuto mag-mura. Nakakatawa kasi wala sa imahe ko ang ganyan. Ang tingin kasi sa akin ng mga tao napaka bait ko pero punyeta ka nagkakamali ka. Kung gaano ako katahimik, kasing lakas ko naman mag-mura ang isang palengkera. Pero hindi ako palaaway. Ayoko sa away. Hindi ako madalas mangatwiran sa iba dahil mas ninanais kong manahimik nalang, makinig sa musika o matulog. Basta pag-hindi talaga ako inuudyok na mang-away hindi ako magsasalit. Kasi kung hinahamon mo ako at hindi ako rumiresponde magaaksaya ka lang ng laway mo kasi babastusin lang kita dahil hindi ako nakikinig sayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, kakabasa ko lang ng blog ni &lt;a href="http://utakgago.blogspot.com"&gt;Kevin&lt;/a&gt; kaya napunta sa ganyang pangiisip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Ayokong umaakyat o bumababa sa hagdan sa estasyon ng MRT sa Ayala (yung malapit sa may sakayan ng taxi at dyip). Bakit? Makalat dun. Sobrang kalat maiinis ka. Dura dito, dinurang bubble gum doon. Mga tinapong flyers kanan, may mga patay na sigarilyo naman sa kaliwa. Mapanghi sa baba, nakakasuka naman pag-akyat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi lang naman sa ganyang lugar lang natatagpuan o maaamoy yan, eh. Kahit saan dito sa Maynila may makikita kang ihihinto ang kanilang mga kotse, bisikleta o motorsiklo para lang umihi sa pader. Titingin ka sa kaliwa mo, idudura niya yung uhog niya o ilalabas ang sipon. Ano ba ang tingin nila sa kapaligiran nila? Mukha bang isang malaking "spittoon" ang Maynila? Isa bang malaking kubeta ang Maynila?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pare, ganyan ka ba magbigay ng pagmamahal sa kapaligiran mo? sa bansa mo? o mahal mo lang ang sarili mo at ikaw ay isa sa mga taong walang pakialam at sadyang bastos? Nakakalungkot na ganito ang ugali ng mga iba sa atin. Sa araw-araw na pag-commute ko, ito ang nakaharap sa akin. Kung p'wede lang sa isang pitik ng aking mga daliri mawala ang kaugaliang ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namataan ko ang patalastas ni Johnny Delgado kahapon at talagang mapapaisip ka nga kung bakit ganun ang mga Pinoy. Sabi niya (hindi saktong pagkakasabi), bakit ang mga Pinoy pag-asa labas ng bansa sumusunod sa mga batas at patakaran ng bansang iyon? Bigla silang nagiging disiplinado samantalang dito sa Pinas ihihinto ang mga kotse nila para lamang umihi sa tabi at blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit nga ba ganon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit bulgaran nating pinapakita ang hindi pagsunod sa mga alituntunin ng bansa natin? Pinanganak ba ang mga Pinoy na hindi disiplinado at lumalabas na bastos? S'ympre hindi. Alam kong hindi pero paano pa tayo uunlad sa ganyang ugali? Paano tayo uunlad kung kahit simpleng batas sa trapiko hindi natin masunod o magawa? Na pag nahuli, kokotongan pa ang pulis para makapuslit? Isipin mo, tatalak ka diyan at magrereklamo sa gobyerno pero ano ba ang nagawa mo para magkaroon ng kaibahan kahit sa isang simpleng bagay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maraming nagagawa ang maliit na bagay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Naiinspire nanaman ako ng librong '12 Little Things Every Filipino Can Do.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Huling eksaminasyon ko na bukas sa isa kong major. Sana maganda ang makuha kong marka. Hindi kasi siya pagsusulat, eh. Oral, pero open-notes. Naku~! Sige mag-aaral pa ako. Magandang gabi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-115642520640226306?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/115642520640226306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=115642520640226306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115642520640226306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115642520640226306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/08/bulgar.html' title='Bulgar'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-115625763110706472</id><published>2006-08-22T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T15:50:44.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hindi Ko Alam, Eh</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Pakiramdam:&lt;/strong&gt; ayos lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pinakikinggan ang:&lt;/strong&gt; Stars ng Callalily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hindi ko alam kung bakit may putang inang virus na nakapasok nanaman sa computer ko. Baka hindi nanaman ako makapag-online sa mga susunod na araw. Kapag naayos na aking computer, hindi muna ako magY-YM dahil feeling ko nakakuha ako ng virus dun (baka din sa mga pop-up dito sa blogspot dahil wala naman akong ibang binibisitang website kung hindi ito, yung mga daily reads ko, ang Friendster, ang GSG forum at MySpace). Mag-uupdate parin ako kasi gagamitin ko yung laptop ng Nanay ko. Shit naman. Wala na yung mga litrato ko na ginamit ko sa layout na 'to. Yung mga litrato nung LPEP, sa SJ, QBB, EDTECH1 Website Graphics, Shit talaga. Minamahal ko na nga yung bagong PC na yun dahil malaki ang RAM nya. Mamatay na lahat ng gumawa ng mga virus!!!!!!! Punyeta kayo! Sinisira n'yo ang araw ko! ...Kagabi pa pala.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko alam kung bakit palaging traffic pag-umuulan? Bakit nga ba? Bakit hindi umuusad ang mga sasakyan pag pumatak na ang luha ng langit? Kailagan bang bumagal ang lahat pag-umuulan? Eto lang naman yung ikinaiinis ko pag-umuulan. Bumabagal ang lahat. Kung gaano kabilis ang pagpatak ng ulan ganun naman kabagal ang naging epekto nito sa mga tao. Bakit nga ba ganon? Hanggang ngayon, wala pa rin akong mahanap na kasagutan sa katanungang iyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang inaantay ko ang aking tatay sa estasyon ng Ayala MRT, marami na namang pumasok sa isip ko. Maraming naihalintulad sa mga pangyayari sa aking nakaraan at sa pangkasalukuyang nangyayari sa aking buhay at sa bansang ito. Nakakatuwa dahil lahat napapansin ko. Lahat nabibigyan ko ng kahulugan pagka ako'y naiiwang mag-isa sa isang lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang mga ilaw ng kotse ay nakakasilaw. Nanliliit ang mga mata ko sa lakas ng silaw ng mga kotse. Yung mga tao dumadaan sa harap ko - may nadulas pa nga, eh. Si nanay, hawak ang anak. May mga mag-nobyong namamaalam sa isa't-isa dahil sila'y uuwi na. Marami kang makikita. Pero ang kotse ang mga ideya ko sa kotse at ang aking pag-aantay ang mas gusto kong ibahagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Basahin ng mabuti upang maintindihan. Pawang mga laro sa isip ang inyong mababasa.--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasado ala-sieta na. Hindi pa rin siya dumarating. Halata namang naipit nanaman siya sa trapiko. Wala naman akong magagawa, eh. Palaging ganyan sa Ayala. Trapik pagka umuulan. Nakakairita. Ang tagal. Ayokong naghihintay nang ganito katagal. Nakakainip. Nasisilaw ako. Pero kahit ganoon panay parin ang tingin ko sa mga ilaw. Sa bawat kotse na palapit sa aking direksyon, akala ko iyon na. Hindi naman pala. Hindi ko rin kasi masyado makita ang mga kotseng paparating. Para akong nag-aantay sa wala. Mukhang tanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inaantay ko &lt;em&gt;siya&lt;/em&gt; para sunduin na ako pero pag akala kong iyon na - kumakaliwa naman. Parang ilang beses ng pinapahiwatig sa akin na hindi na ako makakasakay. Wala akong masasakyan. Wala akong mapupuntahan. Umaasa ako sa wala. Darating na lamang sa isip ko na kinalimutan na ako at iniwan na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trenta minutos na ang nakalipas wala pa rin. &lt;em&gt;Ang tagal.&lt;/em&gt; Sana dumating na. Eto may paparating. Hindi ko masyado makita ang plaka sinubukan kong tignan ng mabuti. Hindi iyon. Lumiko, eh. &lt;em&gt;Ang tagal naman&lt;/em&gt;. Nakakatuyo kahit umuulan. Dumating ka na. Mahirap mag-antay sa wala. Darating ka pa ba o tuluyan mo na akong iniwan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinatanong pa ba yan? Matagal ka nang nag-aantay. Iniwan ka na niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Wala bang salitang Pinoy para sa "miss"? (I miss you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakaka-miss umuwi ng gabi galing eskwelahan. Pag-gabi ako umuuwi, isa lang ang dahilan nun. Tumambay lang ako sa opisina ng Ang Pahayagang Plaridel. Masaya kasi dun at parang mumunting bahay ko na din iyon sa aming pamantasan (Masaya ako palagi pag-galing ako sa opisina kasi nakakatuwa ang mga tao dun). Ako'y isang layout artist para sa pahayagang iyon. Kanina, halos buong araw akong nandoon gumagawa ng layout. Hindi naman mahirap pero masayang matutunan. Ang dami kong sinubukan para naman maka-enganyo rin sa mangbabasa ang mga pamagat ng bawat artikulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana matapos na ang linggong ito. Linggo din kasi ng pagsusulit ngayon at halos lahat ay maraming ginagawa&lt;strong&gt;. Ako din&lt;/strong&gt;. Kailangan matapos ko na lahat ng gawain ko bago mag Biyernes o sa araw na iyon mismo. Kailangan ko makakakuha ng magandang marka para matuwa naman ang aking mga magulang. S'ympre hindi biro ang kolehiyo at hindi din biro ang magpaaral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Ano ba! Ba't nagtunog nanay ako? Ayoookoooo. Nakakainip ba? Hehe. Ano ba nangyari ngayong araw? Ilang beses tumigil yung MRT kaninang umaga. Halos mataranta na ako dahil huling pagsusulit nanamin kanina sa Physics. Ayoko d'yan. Pweh! Akala ko matatakasan ko ang Physics pero hindi pala. Hindi kami nagkasundo nito kahit kailan. Tinutulugan ko lang 'to nung hayskul ako, eh. Tapos biglang eto ang pangunang bati sa akin kada Lunes. Ayokoooo sa Physics! &lt;em&gt;Allergic&lt;/em&gt; ako d'yan. Ilayo n'yo siya. Ilayoooo~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anibersaryo pala ng Lolo at Lola ko ngayon. S'ympre may handaan sa bahay nila kanina. Ang sarraaap ng Paella ni Lola. Ang daming handa~! Busog ako!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Tseklis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ECEDCHD (Make-up quiz) - check&lt;br /&gt;ECEDCHD Final Project - check&lt;br /&gt;ENGLCOM Portfolio - check check check&lt;br /&gt;ENGLCOM Reading Log - eks eks eks eks wala na akong kwatro!!!&lt;br /&gt;EDTECH1 Website - wala pa! shet.&lt;br /&gt;SCIENVP Voodoo doll - rawr~!&lt;br /&gt;HEARTBEAT - dog dug dog dug *ayy punyeta ano yan?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoko na isipin yun ibaaaa... Ampf!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-115625763110706472?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/115625763110706472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=115625763110706472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115625763110706472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115625763110706472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/08/hindi-ko-alam-eh.html' title='Hindi Ko Alam, Eh'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-115604716091844738</id><published>2006-08-20T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T23:18:44.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye-bye again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; bummed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; The Girl From Impanema - Sergio Mendes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I know the fuckin' virus that hit my pc. It's the W32/IRCbot.worm! so beware of it. Home users can be infected by it by going online. And once your pc has been infected, it will restart continuously - which happened to my computer. Damn! But I don't get it..I didn't have any Internet Connection for the past months and I get that? How the hell did it get to my PC? As you all know naman, I haven't been online regularly for the past three months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why? Why? n00b ako pag-dating sa ganito. Bakit ganun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I can't log in. I can't log in my YM!! !@$*&amp;amp;^#$%@#!$@#$#^%$!@~@^%^* Holy crap~!!!!!!!!!!! Ano ba? What did I do again? The Yahoo! Id that I've been using since March encountered errors chuva..Bakit ganon? I haven't logged in since I used this computer since 9am. I can log-in with my past ids pero not in dollxx. Utang na loob~! Ayoko na palitan 'to. Baka 'di na niya ako i-add sa susunod kong ID. *prays* Please lang sana ngayong araw lang 'to. Ayaw ko na talaga mag-palit ng YM id! Ang ganda ganda na nga ng dollxx, eh. Memories pa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing with me..&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me..&lt;br /&gt;"Ibalik niyo na yung access ko sa dollxx~!!!!!"&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[update]Ayos na si dollxx..Gusto mo ako i-add sa ym? T'ska na exclusive for the people I know. next time nalang, pare.[/update]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I have had dreams of having a boyfriend. In fairness, gwapo si lalaki, ha! Ano 'to sign? Anyway, here we go again. They boyfriend-game. No pressures but if ever that I'll have a boyfriend, gusto ko next year na! Shiat. You know why? Kasi gusto ko sa July 07, 2007 (kasabay ng Harry Potter Book 7 release - ata) maging kami. Bakit ulit? Kasi I love the number seven. 07.07.07. Sweet. Kaya lalaki ka kung ikaw na yun, magpakilala ka na! Dahil hindi kita sasagutin kung late kang magpapakilala sakin. Kahit na isang buwan bago mag July 07, 2007 hindi parin kita sasagutin! Kaya ngayon..GO GO GO! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh mamaya seryosohin n'yo yan. Babatukan nyo nanaman ako. Hmpf. Joke lang..Pero eto talaga ideal date for an anniversary ko since forever~! Kamalasan ko lang nauubusan na ako ng lalaki ngayon. Joshing again. Sorry na. Natatawa nanaman ako. Ano ba yan. &lt;strong&gt;Hindi ako desperado sa lalaki at lalong 'di ako desperado magka-boyfriend.&lt;/strong&gt; Hindi ako excited mag-PDA kasi di ko pa feel. Hindi din ako excited na maygagastusan ako...Ngek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys tried Google Earth? Astig siya, ha. I saw my house na up above the world so high. I saw CSR, American Cemetery (na ang tawag ko na dun ngayon ay AmCem para pag may nagtanong ng direksyon sa bahay ko makakasave ako ng 11 letters sa pag-text - TAMAD!!), DLSU, at yung school ni XD from the other side of the world. Ang liit ng P O W E R P L A N T nakaka-turn off joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Bat ang kulit ko today? Is it because of the boyfriend dream? Yihheee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magkakaroon ako ng sarili kong Linggo ng Wika sa blog na 'to kung saan puro Filipino lang ako ibibigkas ko at wala ng iba. Dahil masaya magsalita ng ka-chorvahan ng Pinoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige yun lang.&lt;br /&gt;Paalam, priks! Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-115604716091844738?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/115604716091844738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=115604716091844738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115604716091844738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115604716091844738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/08/bye-bye-again.html' title='Bye-bye again?'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-115597148875271343</id><published>2006-08-19T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T21:09:37.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Click</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Emergency - Paramore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[hate]I HATE TYPOS! I hate it when I make a typo ..NAKU~!!![/hate]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael:&lt;/strong&gt; Will you still love me in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Donna:&lt;/strong&gt; Forever and ever, Babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/1600/click1_large.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/click1_large.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I waited for this movie's showing for months! I was really excited to watch Adam Sandler's new film. Yesterday, I watched it with my sister and cousins on DVD. *pfft, pirated* We gathered in our room and had carbonara for snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a funny flick. At the same time it teaches us lessons about life. &lt;strong&gt;Never take things for granted.&lt;/strong&gt; Michael was really concentrated on getting it big. He was a workaholic. He wanted a "good life for his family, the one he wished he had when he was younger."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have we heard that line in the movies or in real life? "I'm working hard for you, so you and my kids can have a good life. Something I wish I had when I was younger." It's really hard to judge on this because I've never really experienced it. Partially? Well, maybe. But what I saw in the movies, it was never pretty. Sometimes, dads and moms need to give time for themselves and their children too just to experience what "family" is rather than &lt;em&gt;concentrating&lt;/em&gt; in "feeding the family" and giving them the "good life". What good is in there when your work and being workaholic becomes the hindrance for getting along with your family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twists all started with Michael's frustration that Ammer didn't really make him as his partner in his job. Using the remote, he fast forwards himself a year later during his promotion. Everything may have been in place but it wasn't. He finds himself distant to his kids. There were no more Dragon Tales to watch with his kids but CSI. His wife, Donna, wasn't that sexually satisfied with the relationship. This happened because he was on "auto-pilot" for the rest of the year which was apparently, thirty minutes to him. He was boring and only concentrated with his work. He got the promotion but never had the time for his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, everything was in a "fast-forwarding" mode. He sees what his life had become. He became fat and divorced. He had cancer and lost his fats. He also lost his father. It was the saddest thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I swear, I cried watching this film.&lt;/strong&gt; From the office scene with his father and son and his I love you's - I was really crying. He became insensitive and numb. He didn't care. He was married to his work. I also cried during the scene where he was about to die. He was shouting and all and then he gave this note. Where it said, "&lt;strong&gt;Will you still love me in the morning?&lt;/strong&gt;" and then Donna replied, "&lt;strong&gt;Forever and ever, Babe.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a lot from this movie about life. Yes, we get the idea that we should work hard to pursue our goals but still..&lt;strong&gt;FAMILY COMES FIRST.&lt;/strong&gt; Your family will always be there for you when you stumble, when you're happy, you've triumphed or when you're lonely. Hug your Mom and Dad, your sister and/or your brother. Tell them that you love them. Let them know. If we could say how much we love our boyfriend or girlfriend, why can't we say it to our family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should go watch it because it is worth every penny. This is by far, Sandler's best film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala. Ganun lang ulit. Drivel lang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-115597148875271343?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/115597148875271343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=115597148875271343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115597148875271343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115597148875271343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/08/click.html' title='Click'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-115582771846628518</id><published>2006-08-17T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T23:34:22.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Total Drama Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; sicky-sicky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Reasons To Believe - Dashboard Confessional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This just gave me a reason to blog.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom called me while I was doing our group ECEDCHD Project just moments ago. I assumed that she was going to give me something or show me something. Her voice says it all. I know the tone of my mom's voice. Then all of a sudden, she showed me this paper. I was like "Oh no. These aren't those hate-mails I gave to her before." in my mind. But partly they were. There were two papers that really looked old and too elementary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories started to flood in my head. I remember some of them. They weren't pretty. And you wouldn't even think that I had that kind of attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letter number one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, ayaw ko na dito yata dahil kasi &lt;strong&gt;malulupit &lt;/strong&gt;kayo sakin dahil ako nalang kasi lagi may kasalanan palagi sa inyong tatlo lagi nalang young mga ibinigay niyo po sakin ay ibibigay ko nalang sa inyo ulit at ibigay niyo nalang kay Amanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( Crystal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not remember writing that!! And look at my lack of punctuation marks. My mom told me I was like 5 or 6 years old when I wrote this down and shoved it under their door. OMG! It's so like those drama-novelas I used to watch or Ate Muriel wanted to watch back then. I think I got a lot from Judy Ann Santos and Gladys Reyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letter number two.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dusto ko lang naman na sumama ka pero ayaw moe kahit puyat ka dusto naman namin na mamashal dahil matagal na kaming hindi pa nakakapashal lagi-lagi na lang kami nakanila Andrea dusto naman namin na pumashal sa iba lagi din kaming nandito &lt;strong&gt;dusto naman namin sumaya kami&lt;/strong&gt; ni Amanda pero lagi nalang ikaw naiines dusto namin mamashal lagi kaming nakanila Andre sa bahay hindi nga kami namamashal dusto namin manood ng sine, mamashal kayo nalang lagi namamashal hindi niyo nga lang kami ipashal kahit saan kayo pumunta lagi niyo nalang kami pinag babawalan sumama sa inyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! I'm such a drama queen - no - princess back then. &lt;strong&gt;Dusto naman namin sumaya kami&lt;/strong&gt;. How telanovela-ish is that? I don't know how the hell I learned this stuff?? The story of that letter pala..I wanted to go out (like go out to the park or mall). Gimikera na ako nung bata pa ako. I was never contented with the walls of this house. I wanted to be out and exploring a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what relationship I had with my mom when I was little. I would probably tell it sometime in the future or just tell it to someone who would really want to know. As for now, I'll probably keep you guessing. Or did I dropped hints? Whatever I was back then, at least I grew up to be a better person. I think for one moment my parents thought I'd grew up to be a rebel. But those thoughts are in oblivion. I don't want to be a rebel because I can't afford to be one. I have respect for them and I love them. I love my Mommy and Daddy and my little sister, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --&lt;br /&gt;I WAS TAGGED! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Emphasize all lines that apply to you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Tag five more people after you finish, complete with links to their sites.&lt;br /&gt;3. Let the person you've tagged KNOW that they've been tagged, for Pete's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was a different ethnicity.&lt;br /&gt;I have an eating disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm short.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think I'm really attractive. &lt;/strong&gt;(Weehh..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I prefer winter over summer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a geek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a shopaholic.&lt;br /&gt;I'm reasonably intelligent.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm attracted to girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm attracted to boys.&lt;br /&gt;I like British accents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I smoke regularly.&lt;br /&gt;I drink regularly.&lt;br /&gt;I smoke socially.&lt;br /&gt;I drink socially.&lt;br /&gt;I get drunk easily.&lt;br /&gt;I do drugs.&lt;br /&gt;I will never date a bad kisser.&lt;br /&gt;I've lied to avoid kissing them again.&lt;br /&gt;I brush my hair at least 50 times a night.&lt;br /&gt;I'm religious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not religious but have morals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I lie frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm impulsive.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm hardworking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked "Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind".&lt;br /&gt;"She's All That" is one of my favourite movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm good at History.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I speak more than two languages.&lt;/strong&gt; (Gay-speak&amp;&amp;amp;English) Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I enjoy taking pictures.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like spending money on myself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like spending money on others.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a regular income.&lt;br /&gt;I earn money on a job-by-job basis.&lt;br /&gt;I pay my own bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I rely on my parents for money.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can cook.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tidyness is a must in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I like clutter.&lt;br /&gt;My idea of good music is Britney Spears.&lt;br /&gt;I have heard of Blonde Redhead.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy Blonde Redhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm fashion-conscious.&lt;br /&gt;I have good taste&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People tell me I have good taste.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I excel academically.&lt;br /&gt;I'm told I have yet to fulfill my potential.&lt;br /&gt;I'm good at sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm good at certain sports.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't do sports to save my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm creative.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm artistically inclined.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be an artist when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be an engineer when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I eat when I'm upset.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot adapt to change.&lt;br /&gt;I'm interested in politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have shoplifted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I download MP3s.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done underage drinking.&lt;br /&gt;I've gone underage clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;I can dance reasonably well.&lt;br /&gt;I can dance extremely well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dance like a cardboard gorilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I can sing.&lt;br /&gt;I sing like someone stepped on my foot.&lt;br /&gt;I can swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I enjoy surveys.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I enjoy surveys when I'm bored.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep a journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teachers don't like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I enjoy controversy.&lt;br /&gt;I can be a bitch/bastard.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a thing for bad boys/girls.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tattoos.&lt;br /&gt;I've been in a nudist colony.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I want to have children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not sure if I'll get married.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know who I will marry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm interesting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a good liar.&lt;br /&gt;People enjoy talking to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I annoy people from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a born leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm a born leader but shouldn't lead.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy felching.&lt;br /&gt;I have a foot fetish.&lt;br /&gt;I have a shoe fetish.&lt;br /&gt;I watch "Sex and the City".&lt;br /&gt;I don't think Sarah Jessica Parker is pretty.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be J.Lo.&lt;br /&gt;I cut myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've cut myself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate people who pretend to be suicidal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate popular people.&lt;br /&gt;I think cheerleading is a sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm photogenic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in Chucks.&lt;br /&gt;I think graffiti is art.&lt;br /&gt;I have dated a criminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have been cheated on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I have cheated on someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a temper.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like playgrounds.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dance in the rain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed with Shakespeare.&lt;br /&gt;I have tanlines.&lt;br /&gt;My favourite color is pink.&lt;br /&gt;My favourite color is black.&lt;br /&gt;I would classify myself as emo. ---&gt;FUCK THIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm musically inclined.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like listening to music.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like music-blasting cars.&lt;br /&gt;Thongs are comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like flip-flops.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know what monogamy is...&lt;br /&gt;...and I believe in it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be a social worker when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have sibling/s.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My sibling/s annoy me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think "South Park" is funny.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheh! I enjoyed that! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I tagged:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://boyrocket.blogspot.com"&gt;Mike&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com"&gt;Faye&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://teenanthology.blogspot.com"&gt;Diane&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://liz-nogisaka.blogspot.com"&gt;Liz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cursedciel.blogspot.com"&gt;Ciel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it &lt;a href="http://h1.ripway.com/mysweetfracture/tagged.txt"&gt;&lt;u&gt;here&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; kasi di kayo makakapag-highlight sa page na toh :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-115582771846628518?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/115582771846628518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=115582771846628518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115582771846628518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115582771846628518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/08/total-drama-princess.html' title='Total Drama Princess'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-115563143414985015</id><published>2006-08-15T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T23:46:58.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michaela Pranela Manila Tequila</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; school-sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Torete - Moonstar88&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was all about &lt;strong&gt;Michalea&lt;/strong&gt;. Michaela. Michaela. Michaela. It's a bag. A bag that I fell in love with the moment my mom gave it to me last Sunday. It was perfect for me to use it for school. It's a bag originally from Hong Kong and I've surfed the net for other bags and they all looked so gorgeous I'm just dying to have another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..What up with the bag? Let me tell you the whole story. I woke up early. As in early 6am and I didn't want to sleep again because every Monday is coding day for my Uncle. So I didn't want to be intentionally late again. I thought this day was going to be alright. Alright to the point that &lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt; bad will happen. Dead wrong, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the MRT Station in Ayala when the whole bag thing started. I didn't have time to put on my concealer and face powder at home so I did it in the MRT Station comfort room. After that I went down to where the trains stop. The train just left me so I had to sit on this bench and waited for another one. Since no one was there, I left my things on the bench for a while and checked on the train. Okay, so it wasn't there yet I went back to my things. I reached for my bag to get my iPod and suddenly - &lt;strong&gt;it won't open&lt;/strong&gt;. It wasn't opening. I panicked. Really, panicked. The horror of it! I had to open it or else I can't pay for my ticket to the LRT station. So, I forced my hands to the inside of my bag and tried to unzip it just so I could get my wallet and my cell phone, my ID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;strong&gt;embarassing&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked like I was a theif for a moment because I kept on shaking the bag to get my things out. There was this nursing student who sat beside me, kept on looking at me as if I was some kind of freak. I was also on a mission to find the key of this thingamabob. I didn't want to be late for Physics so I just rode the train that will bring me to Taft. Thankfully, I got my ID in my pocket, my cell phone on my other pocket, and my LRT ticket. I messaged my besttyy Mike, telling him my bag was locked and I couldn't get my other things out and I couldn't get the key. Thankfully, he replied immediately. We decided to meet up at Z2 to get my things from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike removed my things from the bag and was really looking for the key. I swear to God that the key was inside that damn effing bag~! But he just couldn't find it. I lost all hope and just thought that maybe I left it at home. Mike lent me his paperbag so I could carry my things without the hassle of getting things from the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I &lt;strong&gt;felt&lt;/strong&gt; dumb. Really. I was on my way to Andrew. I was carrying a bag with just a concealer inside of it and carrying a paperbag with my things in it. It was raining and I've just found out that my umbrella got broken. So, that adds up more &lt;em&gt;malas.&lt;/em&gt; It's unfair. I'm turning a new leaf towards my academics and this happens to me. I haven't had bad thoughts to and of anyone in the past week! *pfft, liar*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were dismissed from Physics so early. Yeah, like the class on the verge of having a free cut and then she comes to class just to get our homeworks. I should've overslept my ass instead. *pfft, sleep* We were at McDo to eat. I swear that I said I wouldn't eat for the rest of the day because I've had enough for breakfast but I eventually ordered more of what I expected. I hate McDo~!! I was surprised to see my former schoolmates at CSR (who are Seniors now) with Mrs Torres. I immediately went up to them and asked what they were doing in Taft. She said that they were here to get DLSU and CSB application forms. So I offered to take them to Andrew since they don't know where it is because the Admissions Office was moved to Andrew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they had their meals, I left Mica, Muy and Katie at McDo to bring Mrs Torres, Florence and Venice to Andrew. We had a nice chat and talked about college and that big *pretender*. News fly fast &lt;em&gt;talaga&lt;/em&gt;. So yeah, after that I didn't decide to go to the Study Hall and went to the SPS Building instead. I sat down at the Plaridel office and just listened to my iPod and all. Maine entered the office and I told her what happened to my bag. She wanted to see the bag. I showed it to her and she asked questions about it and I answered them. Then within seconds she had it opened. I'm like, "How the eff did you do that?" in my head. She told me that I should just push the button down to unlock it. I &lt;strong&gt;felt&lt;/strong&gt; seriously dumb and ignorant. So that's how you open it. You have to push it down to open it. Push the damn button down to open the damn bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I lived happily ever after. The End..NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't that unlucky after all. I didn't &lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt; how to do it. Damn stupid. So yeah, I didn't go to school today because I'm sick but I'm feeling much better now. I wasn't able to take my ECEDCHD test, though. I hope Sir Lem would let me have a special test because I really really really wanted to take it because I really really really want a good grade. I miss everyone. I miss Block 1, the Plaridel People, the MRT, the LRT..Aww geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Wednesday. It's lab day again. Time flies fast. Pray for me to feel better by tomorrow. xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-115563143414985015?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/115563143414985015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=115563143414985015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115563143414985015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115563143414985015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/08/michaela-pranela-manila-tequila.html' title='Michaela Pranela Manila Tequila'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-115547884335358404</id><published>2006-08-13T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T17:00:29.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photograph is Proof (I Know You Know)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Seasons of Love - Rent Soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for Multiply. Without it, my new CPU would now be working like a turtle because I have tons of 'em stored in that baby. I also thank Photobucket for storing my pictures when my Multiply wasn't working. Pictures are like diaries, too. Whatever or whoever is in it speaks a lot of any occasion that was captured in it. Thank technology. At least now, we can take 0ur cameras anywhere and carry it in our bags. Unlike before, it's humungous and needs a lot of set-up and all before you can get your family picture taken. I adore pictures. I simply adore looking at 'em while I remember everything that took place. Photograph is Proof *sings, to TBS' song*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen me when I was a pre-teen or a teen, younger..whatever? I bet you haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/younger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That's right. That's me. Tooooooo innocent looking and I still had my braces on. I was like in my sophomore year in this pic. It was like my first time to use a Webcam and I've just started to become vain. Haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/withhazel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Taken in my junior year in high school naman. Well this is really memorable for a.) My ex-boyfriend &lt;strong&gt;ditched&lt;/strong&gt; me (August 14, 2004); b.) I met up with the &lt;strong&gt;"savior for the day" dude&lt;/strong&gt;; c.)I had dinner with the Abella's.&lt;/p&gt;No pics for senior year? Well, just look at my posts from my last year in high school..Ang dami. But one thing's for sure. I've really changed - physically. I may look like a kid at times or I look mature for my age but this is still the Christina or Yuffie that people know. I'm getting older by the minute and yet I've learned so many things dealing with life. I've stumbled and yet I still learn how to get up and dust the dirt of my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty much sentimental when it comes to photographs. I really don't like deleting something that is so candid, so emotional or whatev. That's why I was really dramatic about my previous CPU's shutdown. I lost a lot of pictures. But I found out that I've uploaded a lot in my Photobucket. From the leadership congress in Baguio down to our cheering practices, those photos were saved. I'm just happy that my parents gave me a camera. I can use it to capture every thing that catches my eye. That's why my camera is one of my prized possession. It takes beautiful pictures of life. Beautiful pictures of me ('wag aangal), my friends, other people from different walks of life, structures, sunrise, sunset, and family. Pictures paint a thousand words..words that include, "beautiful", "nice", "funny", and "gross".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;My dad's pretty much happy that he now has Limewire on his laptop. He has already downloaded a lot of songs that he hasn't heard for ages. I also had access to it because of my iTunes. So whenever I feel like listening to 80's pop or 70's glam rock..I simply access his limewire to pleasure my ears. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's boring. A boring day. Tomorrow's Monday and we have Physics. No reason to go to school I only have two classes. I have no ENGLCOM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-115547884335358404?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/115547884335358404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=115547884335358404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115547884335358404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115547884335358404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/08/photograph-is-proof-i-know-you-know.html' title='Photograph is Proof (I Know You Know)'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-115537153926703986</id><published>2006-08-12T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T12:06:53.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Thought of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; La Vie Boheme - Rent Soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;So what happened for this week? Well, I lost 2 games for badminton in the TournamED, watched Sukob with my two blockmates, I've been depressed, thought about being anorexic, watched Rent, felt uncomfortable with some friends I know, and I want to move to Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. I lost 2 games for badminton in the TournamED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add the sudden state of depression, it wasn't a good way to play. Like fk man. I didn't do my best that's why we lost. My mind wasn't in the game. *pfft, excuses* But for the first time, being tired was good. Tired from playing a game after X-Months. I haven't played Badminton for like 8 months so blame the lack of practice and whatever. I wished we just played Table Tennis. If only I knew that Kae knew how to play Table Tennis, we could've enjoyed it. I wish for the third term, it'd be Table Tennis for my PE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Sukob&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fuss for the past two weeks has been about this movie, Sukob. I've been excited about this since July (after seeing the trailer). After a lot of cancellations due to *ehem, grandmother, ehem* unavoidable circumstances, I've finally watched it last Thursday. Can I say it's nice? Well, three out of five stars. I expected a lot from this movie and yet, I was left with a puzzled mind. Why should it end that way? Why didn't Diana and Sandy's characters as sisters didn't develop in this film? It was fast-paced but could they spare a day for the sisters to know each other? The cinematography of this film is nice, actually. It's one of the best horror films that Filipinos has produced to date. I'm looking forward to other Chito Roño films but not exactly revolving on superstitions but with other subjects as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that this progress with mainstream Filipino films will continue. It's nice to see other people advance on their field. Filipino pride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. I've been depressed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was.&lt;/strong&gt; But not now. I am on my best to get over those memories but still their in my mind (but it doesn't have any effect on me much). I can't just suck them out because I'm still holding on to it. I don't want to let go of the memories because it's the only thing I have left of him. It's the past, it's not gone, it's not going to haunt me, it stays in my memory but I will try not to let it get to my head for a very long time and with hopes of forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Imagine me anorexic-thin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you blow your heads and nag about anorexia being uncool, let me remind you that I am not starting to be like those girls conforming to society. I just thought about it. I've recently visited Pro-anorexic sites just so I would make my eyes see of the horror of being deadly thin so I could kill the thought. When I saw the pictures of these girls at that site I was like, "What the fuck guys! That ain't sexy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not that thin, I've got luggage in me but I don't want to kill myself. Never. It's just that with all this frustrations of not being able to work out or exercise at home annoys me. I wish I had the time to but I couldn't just squeeze it in me. I wanted to be slim not scarily thin. But yeah, it has crossed my mind to just drink water (it's bad for the stomach to drink water when it's empty) and not eat for a day. But yeah, at the end of the day, I couldn't sacrifice eating. I just love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Life for RENT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janella, my blockmate, lent me her Rent VCD. I watched it after I got home from watching Sukob. It was amazing. I love the songs: Seasons of Love, Another Day and La Vie Boheme. Now you just know how I love musicals. So far, my must-watch-plays-and-broadways that I wanted to see are: Mama Mia, Aida, Phantom of The Opera, The Producers and still counting. I wanted to watch these in New York or Chicago. Imagine that. I would be really happy to see them once I graduate from college. *boohoo, pfft* Due to my studying at DLSU, my out-of-the-country vacations are on halt. I want to graduate already, I want to travel~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Uncomfortable with some friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I did. But not with my friends at my current school but to some...Go figure! I just don't...Well I've shared this to some but not to all that are close to me. *boohoo, sorry* I am distant to some friends because....*confidential*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. I want to move to Japan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I wanted to move and be a &lt;strong&gt;harajuku girl&lt;/strong&gt;. Please, mom. I wanted to dress without rules. I know I'm going to like it there. My fashionista-ismz will work there because I've been dying to dress that way. It's not that I can't do it here. It's not that I'm afraid with the criticisms that people might shoot at me but it's because of my parents and grandparents. I'm still 16 and living under their roofs and because of this I have to abide with &lt;em&gt;the rules&lt;/em&gt; of dressing up according to their eyes. I've tried to break away from it but yeah, allowance or have mom and dad put up a sermon? Allowance, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I have my wishlist now and it those will add up 'till I don't know when. I will be posting this in my sidebar so that every friend of mine will be reminded of what I wanted (just incase you have the money *teehee, lala*) &lt;strong&gt;Share your blessings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Visa and Plane ticket to Japan (any sponsors?)&lt;br /&gt;2. Re-newed Visa to go to the US&lt;br /&gt;3. A Trip to Europe (especially Greece)&lt;br /&gt;4. Sony VAIO A790&lt;br /&gt;5. An XDA Atom&lt;br /&gt;6. A new TV&lt;br /&gt;7. Gift certificates (for clothes)&lt;br /&gt;8. D&amp;amp;B bag&lt;br /&gt;9. A new dog. A pug to be specific.&lt;br /&gt;10. A new Sony Camera&lt;br /&gt;11. Satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;12. Any given day to talk to this "friend"&lt;br /&gt;13. Four&lt;br /&gt;14. Original Ewan McGregor DVD's.&lt;br /&gt;15. Ewan McGregor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;It suddenly popped in to me. I should have this "thought" book where I write down every thought I have. I've been thinking of a lot of stuff and probably writing them down would mean something. I just don't know if this will work but I'll have a very small notebook for it. Since, I don't leave my things mostly in the office na, I'd be able to write down silly, annoying, or serious thoughts in my head. Fab! I'll start on Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-115537153926703986?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/115537153926703986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=115537153926703986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115537153926703986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115537153926703986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-thought-of.html' title='I Thought of...'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-115522289384840794</id><published>2006-08-10T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T23:15:19.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dahruumm</title><content type='html'>Wala, nabasa ko lang 'to sa Sent Items ko sa Friendster. Natawa lang ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Sabi nila Hazel, "Oi Tina,wala na nga s'ya, eh. 'Di pa rin ba matanggal yang ngiti mo?" Hirit naman ni Anne, "Ano may pangalawa pa ba?" Ahh. Ngiti nalang ako, eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Hehe. Saya idol. Sana nga may pangalawa pa.LOL. Nangarap ulit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tawa ako ng tawa nung nabasa ko 'to. Sobra. Haay. 'Di na pala ako sad. Recovering na ako. Yey naman for me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-115522289384840794?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/115522289384840794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=115522289384840794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115522289384840794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115522289384840794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/08/dahruumm.html' title='Dahruumm'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-115496530582325833</id><published>2006-08-07T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T23:41:45.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Rate No More.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Someone Else's Arms - Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the beginning, dulled down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And lost with all its charm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just wanna wake up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wake up, in someone's...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just wanna wake up in someone else's arms..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you saw how I looked today, the first thing you'd ask me is this: "Okay ka lang?" Of course I wasn't. My morning wasn't that nice. I wanted to wake up early but failed to get up from bed. I overslept again and woke up late. Same thing. But I know I wasn't feeling my best. After taking a bath, I did what I had to do but ignored breakfast. I just wanted to ignore a lot of things today. I wasn't in the mood for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Mica everything. Everything that was in my mind. I didn't want it to bother me for the rest of the day (or so I thought). I wouldn't give details to this one. I realized a lot of things that I never saw a year ago. It was so dumb to the point I was disgusted with how I have handled my decisions before. I labelled myself as &lt;em&gt;tanga&lt;/em&gt;. I was. Why did I ever answered that question? Now, I feel more disappointed. How come I realize these things now? The more I thought of it, the more that I think of what could've become of us. But things has happened already and no one can go back in time to turn and tell. &lt;strong&gt;All I have to do now is to learn from this.&lt;/strong&gt; These things wouldn't probably come into my mind if there's no purpose for it. I'm going to learn from this. With or without a love life, I should always be mature enough in making decision. Never brash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Today, I caught myself in a mindless drivel.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I waited for a sign and found one.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I controlled my tears from falling.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I entertained thoughts of us.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I felt dumb.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I found comfort in my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I wasn't happy.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, these things will be part of my memory and another lesson I had to learn because Tina does it better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-115496530582325833?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/115496530582325833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=115496530582325833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115496530582325833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115496530582325833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/08/second-rate-no-more.html' title='Second Rate No More.'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-115486877694779036</id><published>2006-08-06T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T00:06:05.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom on the Loose</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; bored to it's lamest core&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; A Decade Under The Influence - Taking Back Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to read what I posted last night, it's all because of &lt;strong&gt;emotional overdose.&lt;/strong&gt; *sings emotional overdose* This computer has been opened since 8am and the only time that it's not infront of me was when I ate lunch, dinner, had bathroom breaks, took a bath and made myself glasses of Milo. There was nothing to do. This is a boring Sunday. Sundays are boring. I'm never boring. But this day is. Just like love. *ehem ehem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back in MySpace. I figured that I want to be in contact with friends who don't use Friendster there. Of course, I miss talking to my friends there and there's one special person that I wanna talk to since March. Should I message the dude? Andy, Andy, Andy! Ano ba? Walang nagbago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Layout inspired by Urbandub's Quiet Poetic." src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h94/cam1sado29/myspace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My new myspace layout. Also in gray.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to go to school tomorrow. But I don't want to go to my classes. Physics is boring, really. ECEDFND is also boring. EDTECH1's blah. I'm losing interest in ENGLCOM. I just want to be in school but never attend my classes. It's just weird. I felt like every class is the same. I'm enjoying it at first, but it just loses its luster after sometime. I want to hang out with my friends. It's great to be at La Salle but I don't want to fully lose interest with my studies. I feel like no subject is pulling my leg to enjoy it. I'm the type of person who enjoys something creatively new. I like a subject/course that could tickle my mind and manage to grab my enthusiasm for it 'till the end of the term. I wonder what subject/s is/are that/those?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I have thought of for this term:&lt;br /&gt;1. I &lt;strong&gt;feel&lt;/strong&gt; like I'm an Indigo Child.&lt;br /&gt;2. I like to ride the LRT/MRT with my friends so I won't feel tired.&lt;br /&gt;3. I liked to be stressed not because I wanted to be thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. I have a loaded God-complex. So cock it and pull it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I wish the Gen Ed Building is adjacent to the South Gate so I won't walk that far.&lt;br /&gt;6. I wish I could invent a money producing machine. I always need money to buy myself food.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm always hungry.&lt;br /&gt;8. I have boring classes.&lt;br /&gt;9. My course is still the best. No matter what other people say.&lt;br /&gt;10. I wish for you in a falling star. Wondering where you are. Do I ever&lt;br /&gt;cross your mind in a warm sunshine? (&lt;strong&gt;Read:&lt;/strong&gt; I wish every week I could go out with my friends and have an hour or two at Providence or any Videoke bar.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left" alt="The Junior Nursery class of Sacred Heart School." src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h94/cam1sado29/DSC02308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I went to Sacred Heart School - San Lorenzo last Friday to do our pre-school observation (which is our final exam for ECEDCHD). The kids were so adorable that leaving was like sad. I wish I could stay there the whole session. But Mica and I had to leave because of our ECEDFND class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids that I perfectly remember were Diego and Pher. They were so bubbly and kept on coming to me and stuff. It was so nice because I could like join in singing and dancing with them. I did a little bit of singing and well kinda less of dancing. When I saw Teacher Lyanne sing and dance with the kids, I felt really excited. I couldn't wait to do this. In 3 years time, I will. Right at that moment, I wish I had graduated already and now working as a pre-school teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget Mikki's smile which was so cute. I will never forget how smart Gun was in answering Teacher Lyanne's questions. I will never forget the fight Margarita and Mico had. I will never forget Diego and Pher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I've just finished watching the Hero special on the NCC. Of course, Miki was there. I was proud. My sister just caught me squealing for Miguel. Oh, Miguel. Oh, Miguel. I'll catch you in November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Monthsary to my GSG family~!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we'll still be together for year five and forever and ever and ever and ever and ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-115486877694779036?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/115486877694779036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=115486877694779036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115486877694779036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115486877694779036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/08/boredom-on-loose.html' title='Boredom on the Loose'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-115479364290768655</id><published>2006-08-05T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T14:18:45.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're A Lesson I Had To Learn</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; dramatic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: &lt;/strong&gt;First of Summer - Urbandub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hand out the window, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Floatin' on air. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just a flip of the wrist, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I am wavin' you goodbye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a sudden outburst. I can't help it. I don't want it to be trapped inside of me this long. I cried. Two nights ago, I couldn't help but release the frustration and the sadness that has been inside of me since last year. I still feel hurt over the course of time. I still feel I was never better whenever I remember everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I lost friendship.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you said you'd always be there for me, I believed you. Every person, every friend I had who said that they would always be there for me, I believed them. Some broke their word and some still hanging on with me. But you, out of all the people that I have ever trusted and treasured left me. Until now, I still question myself on what I have done wrong to you. Did I ever hurt you? We never parted in a good way. Maybe our silence was the hint. But nothing was vivid for me. I still want answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I just lay down on my bed and reminisce. I remember everything and wished it never ended. I lie down on my bed and remembered how you where there to cheer me up, to give me strength and how you made me feel at ease. You were always there for me. You were always there for me. You were always there for me. But why does it really have to end? When no answer comes up, &lt;strong&gt;I was determined to hate you&lt;/strong&gt;. For I know that if I instilled hate, I would instantly throw away those feelings and forget them. I've thrown away those '&lt;em&gt;feelings'&lt;/em&gt; but never the memories I had with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears fell from my eyes as I typed those. I mean it. I sincerely mean it. But I know you don't feel the same. No matter how hard I tried to hate you, I still cared for you. I don't know what you're up to right now but I'm dying to know. I don't know who really puts a smile on your face right now, I desire to know who. I want to know everything, but fate never permitted me to do so. To know how you are is something impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now saying goodbye. All I have to do is to let this go. I'm tired of feeling hurt. I know that this will pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for brightening up my Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the treats.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for opening up to me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for ignoring and leaving me for a friend who's so close to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never said this in those times we were close to each other,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;loved&lt;/strong&gt; you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to every memory of you that I hold on to. You're a lesson I had to learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-115479364290768655?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/115479364290768655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=115479364290768655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115479364290768655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115479364290768655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/08/youre-lesson-i-had-to-learn.html' title='You&apos;re A Lesson I Had To Learn'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-115453033073133631</id><published>2006-08-02T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T23:07:11.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: &lt;/strong&gt;Stolen - Dashboard Confessional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/DSC02290%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I woke up late today again. It's not surprising. I love the feeling of getting cold early in the morning and hug my pillow tightly and give a hint of not caring what time it was. So obviously, it's not a new story. It's a good thing, taking a bath doesn't take me forever. Of course, aside from the fact that blow drying takes my time, I need to synchronize my time with my Uncle leaving the compound. My dad doesn't like it when I intentionally make myself late for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is lab day.&lt;/strong&gt; The usual thing. We always wait by the stairs for our room to be opened by someone. Not surprisingly, I was seen as bangag. &lt;em&gt;Lahat tutulugan ko, kahit hagdan.&lt;/em&gt; I slept on the stairs beside Mae. I can't help it. My sleeping impulse is up to its level. I slept for a while and then woke up to check if the room was open because I wanted to feel cold again. It was open and I slept again while the others waited for Ms Galvez to enter the room. The never-ending cam-whoring is always present. Yes, always naman. While doing the activity we always strike a pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is Frosh Election day.&lt;/strong&gt; Campaigns are now over but the election has begun already. Obviously, I voted for the one's who are fitted for the positions of Batch and Legislative Assembly Representatives for CED. I voted &lt;strong&gt;derecho&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;Santugon.&lt;/strong&gt; I wished Phoebe and Gel goodluck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is &lt;em&gt;Ang Pahayagang Plaridel's&lt;/em&gt; General Assembly.&lt;/strong&gt; We had our GA at SJ113. We evaluated the newspaper and gave out awards. There were positive comments naman which was good because everyone worked hard for it. The &lt;em&gt;Patnugot ng Balita&lt;/em&gt; was announced and Viv Zuz..Zuz.. basta Viv is Balita's new editor. And yey~! Sining was the best section for the month of July! Wohoo~!! One thing I never expected from this was to receive an award. I really didn't. It just surprised me that I got one despite me being new to this publication. I really felt happy that I was recognized for something. *flashbacks from graduation day, pfft*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px" alt="Kanina sa GA..." src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h94/cam1sado29/DSC02291.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Wala, tinanggal ko yung surname ko din. Bakit sa tingin mo ilalaglag ko pangalan ko?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;My best Mike won the same award, too. Hehe. Nice one best!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-115453033073133631?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/115453033073133631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=115453033073133631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115453033073133631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115453033073133631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/08/unexpected.html' title='Unexpected'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-115443444348456555</id><published>2006-08-01T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T20:14:03.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Island In The Sun - Weezer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On an island in the sun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll be playing and having fun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it makes me feel so fine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't control my brain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Island In The Sun. I've been listening to this song for the nth time. I love it and can't stop listening to it. &lt;strong&gt;*images of Miguel and I on an island together*&lt;/strong&gt; Even if this is such a wasted day, I'm still happy because I've learned something about him. I'm thinking that I might see him again. Maybe....Oh my goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to my INPSYCO teacher's excessive absence, this day became a waste of time. I practically slept in school for almost half of the day waiting for my ENGLCOM class. I've been such a sleepy head for the past weeks. Rizza even said that I only go to school to sleep. I don't know why. I may have slept late a couple of times but not to the point that I sleep &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; late (like 3am late). I went to school early today, and when I went inside the classroom I went to my seat talked to Mica and Lia for a while and then felt the sudden urge to sleep. So yeah, I was asleep for thirty minutes and then I went to the SPO office and took my nap there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is so wrong with me? I don't deprive myself of sleep! I go to bed early...sometimes? Baahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..I've ran out of things to say. I have a lot in mind but I can't type it. I don't know why. I just want it out but I can't put it into words. I wish I could but it might take me ages for that. *grunts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta la vista!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-115443444348456555?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/115443444348456555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=115443444348456555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115443444348456555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115443444348456555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/08/golden-sea.html' title='Golden Sea'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-115436557012721108</id><published>2006-08-01T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T01:06:10.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Layout to Boot</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; totally sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: &lt;/strong&gt;Just Like A Pill - Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I'm overly tired now. I really want to sleep since eleven PM but I wanted to finish this layout. I have total inspiration to do it now. I don't want it be gone. So here I am, updating this piece and thinking of what Lala Land may behold me once I lay on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired now. It rained most of the day. I wish I didn't go to class. ECEDFND can sometimes be a drag. It got boring-er to the extent that I &lt;strong&gt;don't fail&lt;/strong&gt; to sleep in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't stop saying that I'm tired because I really &lt;strong&gt;am.&lt;/strong&gt; Comment on this and I'll give you a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Plaridel July issue was out. We had to stick on Hulyo's to a gazillion of 'em just to get the month right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. I'm sleepy. I'm leaving. Hasta lavista!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-115436557012721108?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/115436557012721108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=115436557012721108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115436557012721108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115436557012721108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-layout-to-boot.html' title='New Layout to Boot'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-115426317165753373</id><published>2006-07-30T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T19:00:42.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine Day, Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Elesi - Rivermaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/DSC02245%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I just got back from the National Cosplay Competition (NCC) at Le Pavillion, Metropolitan Park. I went there to support my friend, Miki. She looked so pretty and I wished I stayed there 'till the event ends. Unfortunately, I had to go home. I'm kinda semi-grounded for not asking permission to go out one rainy day. I just had the chance to go out because my dad went to Davao today. He'll be back on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've said, I went to the National Cosplay Competition. Armed with a fully charged camera, I went to Le Pavillion to meet up with my friends and support Miki~! I was thrilled for her because when I saw the pictures of her in her costume, it looked so pretty. I'm so proud of her, really. She looked tired na, but still smiling for the people who wanted to have their picture taken with her. Miki celeb na. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day was packed with adventure. Though the weather was really unpleasant, it didn't stop us from having a great time. I was with Ginald, DJ and Martin most of the time. S'ympre when I'm with my Dad (sa GSG), there's never a dull moment. May mga psst and tsk always. There was something I wish I didn't wear to the NCC....Heels! I wish I didn't. We were standing most of the time and my feet hurt so bad. Grabeness. My "fan girl" side came out when I saw this Tidus dude on stage. And I so wanted to have my picture taken with him. Fortunately, I did. So if you want to see me strut my stuff (haha!) with Tidus, click &lt;a href="http://mysticbutterfly.multiply.com"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; Don, helped a lot. Hehe. It was fun looking for Tidus! With much effort, we found him! Thank you, Dhonnie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, ha. But when I see this layout, I feel something's missing. Probably the attitude of the blog's missing. Hmm.. I don't know yet. But I'm changing the layout to a lighter one. It's gonna be simple. I'm blogging when I get the chance to. I'm kinda active with my Multiply right now. But yeah, just wait for further announcements. I'm going to change the whole scene of this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-115426317165753373?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/115426317165753373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=115426317165753373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115426317165753373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115426317165753373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/07/fine-day-sunday.html' title='Fine Day, Sunday'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-115269759648883299</id><published>2006-07-12T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T17:51:46.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>June Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; fdshafjksd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; First Day High - Kamikazee (on the radio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;One thing that made me happy and has constantly giving me reasons to go to school is &lt;strong&gt;Ang Pahayagang Plaridel.&lt;/strong&gt; Fortunately, I got accepted and after about weeks of being their member, I gained great friends. It has been my habit to go up the 5th floor of the SPS Building and spend a few hours there reading, chatting and listening to music. People there are really great and I enjoy being there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, my PC encountered a system shutdown. I felt bad about losing everything. I was really up on my drama scale because I felt like I lost a sibling. It's shit. Every file, picture, mp3, videos and whatever stuffs are lost to oblivion. I got a new CPU and I never felt like using my PC again. Why? Obviously, it's not the same as before. Second, my secrets and details are fuckin' lost. There was a certain file there that always made me cry when I read it. It's a series of text messages with this person kasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shifting from update to another update. Sorry about that. I just want to fill up some spaces for this blog. I missed it. I miss a lot of people and things right now which makes me sad sometimes. Apart from the people I miss, I terribly miss my dog. He was a year dead last July 3. It still hurts me that he died because of cuts to his legs. It hurts me because I've no one to share my secrets to. Strange enough. Yes, I tell stuffs to Bullet. I miss him. I cry when I'm with him. I know he's always there to comfort me in times when I feel lost. He was my bestfriend at home. He's a good buddy. He's my family's lifesaver. He's the one who's always excited to see me not just because I bring him food but because I take care of him. I miss him. And I wished he didn't die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do they die infront of me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Truth or Dare?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth: I don't have a boyfriend. Never in my mind will I want to have one. Never in my mind will I have one. I have no time for it. I have no money for him. I love being single.&lt;br /&gt;Dare: For a gazillion dollars? Run naked from all over America? Why not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-115269759648883299?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/115269759648883299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=115269759648883299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115269759648883299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115269759648883299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/07/june-gone.html' title='June Gone'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-115183336943859472</id><published>2006-07-02T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T17:42:49.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun With Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Saturday - Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really brought my friends to our house. I mean my &lt;em&gt;other &lt;/em&gt;friends. It took me a &lt;strong&gt;lot&lt;/strong&gt; of courage to eventually bring them home. It's not like they're monsters or what but it's really a long story. And my parents might freak if they found out how I met them. Anyway, it was such a blast! At least my parents knew that I'm now hanging out &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt; boys. It took me like 2 years to keep things on the down low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually nervous with them going to our house because it may also raise suspicion(?!) from my parents. The good thing is they didn't. My dad even wanted them to come back. I'm also happy that my friends liked the place. I'll post pictures maybe tomorrow :) And continue this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-115183336943859472?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/115183336943859472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=115183336943859472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115183336943859472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115183336943859472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/07/fun-with-friends.html' title='Fun With Friends'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-115123023972394382</id><published>2006-06-25T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T18:18:15.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back With A New Layout</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Sorry Na - Parokya Ni Edgar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I'm back with a new layout but doesn't mean I'll be updating more often than I used to. Dammit! I kinda miss blogging. Damn DSL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good News for me, though. Punyeta! Pasado ako sa Plaridel! Kala ako hindi kasi dami sumali, eh. I got in as a Layout Artist. Bossing ko si Lolo Yuki. Hek. For the first week, I had my residency na and I find the people behind Plaridel so accomodating! I really like 'em. Saya kausap~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'll leave you guys with pictures. Tamad na 'ko, eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR:; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/DSC02033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Phoebe, Grace, Monica, Kara, Katie, Rizza and Me @ Izams. (Miggy's not in the picture, though)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR:; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/DSC02052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Katie, Me and Rizza during our P.E. class. Yung teacher namin tinuturuan yung boys mgcha-cha-cha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR:; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/DSC02046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;These are the people who I always hang out with :) Love 'em.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-115123023972394382?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/115123023972394382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=115123023972394382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115123023972394382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115123023972394382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/06/back-with-new-layout.html' title='Back With A New Layout'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-115045312220539838</id><published>2006-06-16T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T18:18:42.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Smells Like Teen Spirit - Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time. Goodness. Fuckin' DSL can't still repair our connections that's why I have to go home late whenever I need the fuckin' Internet. This is too much of a hassle. I fuckin' wish they repair our connection before the month ends. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined Plaridel. I hope I get in. If not... it's alright. I can try again next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, having no Internet at home now is a really big hassle! Geez...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-115045312220539838?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/115045312220539838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=115045312220539838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115045312220539838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/115045312220539838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/06/updated.html' title='Updated'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-114958163643003158</id><published>2006-06-06T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T16:13:56.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Six, Six, Oh-Six!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; But It's Better If You Do - Panic! At The Disco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Can I really say I missed blogging? After a month of not having Internet access at home, I can say that I've survived. Yes, it's amazing! But there's just a downside to it, though. Not having an Internet at home means less resources and time for your research or reaction paper that's due the other day or the next day. For the past week, I've failed to submit my first homework in my Child Development class because there weren't any information about Plato and Aristotle in Brittanica about Historical Foundations of ECED. I was pissed at DSL for failure of giving us good service and my lack of time. I have problems with money, too. I can't afford to stay at an Internet Cafe for so many hours because I wouldn't have any money for me to commute and food to it. (Matakaw pa naman ako)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying college right now. It's fun and I'm really eager to learn. (Wow, nerdy) Anyway, my EdTech1 teacher wanted us to have a blog... And you know what happens there. Seatworks and stuff..... I really don't like it that much..@_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined the Outdoor Club but I wasn't able to join the Beach Clean-Up at Capones Island.. Nyay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So are you guys enjoying your 6/6/06?? I know I did...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-114958163643003158?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/114958163643003158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=114958163643003158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114958163643003158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114958163643003158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/06/six-six-oh-six.html' title='Six, Six, Oh-Six!'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-114854359261866507</id><published>2006-05-25T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T09:33:04.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C to the O-L-L-E-G-E</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Other people typing inside Netopia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Oh my goodness. I read this and saw an embarassing typo. Darn! Anyway, I've editted it na. *bump bump* 030806&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God~ I almost sounded so obnoxious two nights ago because fuckin' DSL technicians won't come at our house and repair wires or whatever it is that needs to be repaired. I'm now taking my time to blog while I'm juggling my research for Early Childhood Foundation class. It's due tomorrow at 5pm and I need to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College life has started for me. I have been anticipating to experience it since I stepped into highschool. My first week at DLSU is just wonderful. I've already had MRT/LRT Buddies and very nice blockmates. I've had friends coming from different schools and I'm just happy that they were the bunch that I'm with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 3 months I've asked myself (and others) why I chose Early Childhood Education when I could've enrolled for a business course or a computer management course. My mother couldn't convince me to take up medicine because I couldn't see myself really working at a hospital. And yes, I couldn't even see myself as a business woman or a computer programmer. Those for me are just "blah" now. I could start up a business without even taking up the course and I know I've had my share of knowledge with programming. But why Education? Why become a teacher? Some say that I wouldn't earn that much with being a teacher. Then, who would teach the next generation on how to do simple arithmetic and teach kids how to read and write? The Philippines' educational system is low as I see it. It isn't at its best and I want to be part of the force where I get to make a difference in a kids' world. The book "12 Little Things Every Filipino Can Do" inspired me to be a teacher. I hope people understand what path I've chosen. It's the best as I see it and it is very fulfilling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-114854359261866507?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/114854359261866507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=114854359261866507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114854359261866507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114854359261866507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/05/c-to-o-l-l-e-g-e.html' title='C to the O-L-L-E-G-E'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-114794635192686357</id><published>2006-05-18T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T17:59:11.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in Netopia right now.. And we don't have forkin' internet. Shiat. I just got back from our LPEP.. It turned out to be fun &lt;em&gt;pala.&lt;/em&gt; Hehe. Our classes start on the 22nd. Oh noes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-114794635192686357?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/114794635192686357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=114794635192686357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114794635192686357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114794635192686357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-in-netopia-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-114611741755101983</id><published>2006-05-04T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T18:37:39.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When The Dork Gets Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; in between bored and sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; School's Out For Summer - Pink Floyd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I knew this was coming and finally I'm glad it happened. I've finally placed my Internet habit into a &lt;strong&gt;coma.&lt;/strong&gt; Which is good 'coz I don't want it to be completely dead. I want to be updated. LOL It's just tiring, really. I cannot believe that I could spend 10 hours (or even higher than that) on Friendster, MySpace, and the GSG Forum. It's so crazy~! Imagine? I wasted precious hours on something that can be useless (except for the GSG Forum).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to join some contests and searches. Involves journalism and interaction. I'm excited 'coz if ever I get in it would be great! I'd learn more. It's fun to do something new. You'll know more about yourself and other things. I wish there's like some hiking program I can join here. @_@ Just wish me luck on this gig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/DSC01925.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clo got Lady's puppies. They're now living at Lola's backyard. They look so cute especially the pure black dog. I miss my dog, Bullet. It's just too bad that he died. Nobody could replace Bullet in my heart. He's very disciplined and very caring. +&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, Puffy died. She's a stupid pup that's why she died. Kidding. We had to bury her, of course. Another pup bites the dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burial Pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR:; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/DSC01934.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Our very backyard. Mukha province lol&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR:; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/DSC01937.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Puffy's burial site.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala na. 'yan nalang. My enrollment's on Monday. Sama ka? JK Orientation's on the 17th and 18th.. Classes start on the 22nd. Shiat. Lapit na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Eto pala yung picture ko dun sa layout. Nyaha. Pasawaii moment. Pangetz. Palagi late matulog. Ampf. Kailagan na "mag-practice" matulog ng maaga. Nyaha.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR:; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/DSC01893%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-114611741755101983?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/114611741755101983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=114611741755101983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114611741755101983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114611741755101983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/05/when-dork-gets-tired.html' title='When The Dork Gets Tired'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-114604535501521024</id><published>2006-04-26T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T00:55:39.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting Time Eat Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; I Don't Want To Fall In Love - She Wants Revenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I changed the layout. I thought the Version 6 layout was boring. So, I did a couple of edits and ta-dah~! Enjoy :)&lt;/blockquote&gt;So yeah, now I have a layout. A new one. It's orange. I love orange &lt;3 The skirt I'm wearing in my layout is given by my best friend Rina as a present for both Christmas and my Birthday. I got the chance to take a picture of it and wear it. Nyaha. It was the skirt that I was supposed to wear at our Grad Party but I didn't want to look gothic, ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did the layout because this time I want to sit rather than lie down. Baka tuluyan na akong mabaldado n'yan. Our maid went on vacation and will be back after a month. I wonder if she'll ever come back. So you thought I'd do the dishes for the next days.. Wrong-o. My dad hired a new maid for us. Her name is Ate Cheryl and she's young. About 18. She seems nice and she's been with us for 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm being a lazy ass. I will go back to my bed and watch Fairly Odd Parents. G'bye~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-114604535501521024?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/114604535501521024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=114604535501521024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114604535501521024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114604535501521024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/04/letting-time-eat-me.html' title='Letting Time Eat Me'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-114597829055491128</id><published>2006-04-25T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T23:45:16.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Break.. Kinda Long</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; God-complex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; No Falter - Wolfgang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I was in a no Internet and YM mood for about two weeks now. I'm tired of doing the same thing. I haven't got websites to visit except for the GSG Forums and Friendster. I've decided to delete my MySpace account in a few days because of something. Intrigued? I haven't done much but lie on my bed, watch TV, play PS2 and totally forget that I ever had Fatal Frame 3 somewhere hidden in our room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, things turned out like the other way around 'coz the Punta Fuego trip and Go Karting was cancelled due to some stuffs. But the Go Karting was moved to next Saturday and I'm looking forward to that one. It's just near anyway and I bet we'll have loads of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's patients has been giving her mangoes since last week. We've got a full stock of 'em at home and what did we do to those? We made desserts out of 'em. So far we've managed to make Mango Float on the first day, Mango Shake some days after and Mango Crepe. God, I'm about to give up on mangoes already T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/DSC01849%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making Mango Float and hogging the spatula for my own tasting pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I went out to just get together for a Wednesday at Glorietta some a week ago(April 19) and it's a good thing I was able to see my Gaiden friends again especially Ginald and Miki~!!! We mostly spent our time at Burger King and Wendy's just talking and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/DSC01816%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At BK with MM, and Miki :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I just wish that I could do something now. Really meaningful. Would anyone ever ask me to hike to Banahaw again or some place else. Get me out of this house~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I've been asked by my mom to &lt;strike&gt;chaperone&lt;/strike&gt; accompany my sister for her Bass Lessons at Yamaha in Megamall. And it was terrible because I have to wait for an hour and have my jaws drop whenever I pass by at a store that I like and see those clothes that I want to buy. Unfortunately, for me, I don't have any money with me. I'm completely broke and wish I'm a billionaire. But since I'm pretty devious.. I'd pretend I had the money to buy them and try them on. Nothing's bad with it. I just tell them it's a little bit small. When they say the have a larger size I'd say it might be too big enough for me. When the give me a larger size I'd shake my head and say no. Haha. Fun to be in the mall alone. Sayang.. Salesladies looked convinced. Nyaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/DSC01854%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clo is checking me out. Nyaha. Clo came over because she wanted free transpo back home and food of course. JK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/DSC01856%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Cyberzone. I'm like too tired to even walk. We were waiting for my dad to buy the scanner at some store. Of course.. I had my sister take my picture 'coz I gave her money. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-114597829055491128?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/114597829055491128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=114597829055491128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114597829055491128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114597829055491128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/04/short-break-kinda-long.html' title='Short Break.. Kinda Long'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-114509524255629395</id><published>2006-04-15T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T12:27:09.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grad Posts are UP</title><content type='html'>Uh-huh, uh-huh. I've posted the grad posts :) Less pictures but if you're just that interested to know what happened like weeks ago.. Then scroll down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Teasers:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/03/graduated-finally.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 28, 2006 - Graduated, Finally!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I was robbed off of something. &lt;em&gt;It hurts talaga.&lt;/em&gt; When the last... &lt;em&gt;nangliit ako.&lt;/em&gt; I called Ginald up and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/03/grad-party-bonding.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 30, 2006 - Grad Party Bonding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the sarcasm of Anne's voice and I knew something was really up. Some jackass was there. Well behaved? Nyaha. I knew why... Ka-table nya... (Punyeta! Walang halong plastik 'to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Remember &lt;strong&gt;Comments=Love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basa na. You know you want to :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-114509524255629395?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/114509524255629395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=114509524255629395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114509524255629395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114509524255629395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/04/grad-posts-are-up.html' title='Grad Posts are UP'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-114508070264811033</id><published>2006-04-14T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T22:50:22.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prusisyon</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Concealer - Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="La Pieta" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/DSC01810.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ah yes, the Holy Week. The one of the reasons why we go to Marikina every Good Friday to see the &lt;em&gt;prusisyon&lt;/em&gt;. It's like every year we go there and see some of our relatives participate in it. My favorite of this is the La Pieta. The one on your left is the La Pieta. It's also my cousins fave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched 2 processions the one from Aglipay and the Catholic one. I really don't get why they have to like have separate processions. This lead to have &lt;em&gt;tampuhans&lt;/em&gt; from each sect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Oh well. I &lt;em&gt;envy&lt;/em&gt; some friends of mine who spent their Holy Week in the beach - in Gallera. I know we should keep the solemnity of this week but I envy (that's deadly) them for having a lil R&amp;R and locked away in the province. Geez, people what's so wrong with you guys? It ain't boring there if you're so near the beach. Be one with nature. &lt;em&gt;Mas&lt;/em&gt; feel &lt;em&gt;n'yo&lt;/em&gt; Holy Week if you're so away from civilization. You'd feel what it's like to live in a no-cell phone zone. Shit. I wish I did a lot of convncing to my Dad maybe we could go there sometime next week or the other week. Goshness. One thing I noticed is that I haven't done any &lt;em&gt;penitensya&lt;/em&gt;. Seriously, my love for my camera, iPod/mp3 player, and PC cannot separate me from them for days. I just cannot let that happen to me right now. And yes, I didn't put my cell phone in there 'coz I can live without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should've been my &lt;em&gt;penitensya?&lt;/em&gt; I don't know really. I've got lots of things in mind but certainly not my gadgets. It's like I won't survive without it. I can deal with the food, not having an Internet Connection, and no PS2 for a good 3 to 4 days. I can live. I can live with that. My PC has Adobe Photoshop I can still live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, is it me or did cute or &lt;em&gt;gwapo&lt;/em&gt; guys in Marikina just multiplied? :D I've been going there ever year and since the day that I have defined what cute and gwapo is.. (they're like countable to me back then.) &lt;em&gt;dumami sila.&lt;/em&gt; This doesn't mean I'd like to go there. It's just an observation. #@*&amp;amp; posers. Pati kids "punkz" na rin pala. Hehe. Marijuana is so yesterday kids. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cam-whoring:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/DSC01779.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us at the Marikina Bridge cam-whoring. Waiting for the procession to start. I look sleepy. Pansin n'yo my cousins and I like have the same eyes.. I think.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/DSC01796.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Behind us is Sta. Isabela.. 'Di sya kita pansin n'yo? Haha. This one's near the Wet Market ata..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-114508070264811033?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/114508070264811033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=114508070264811033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114508070264811033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114508070264811033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/04/prusisyon.html' title='Prusisyon'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-114494031788196933</id><published>2006-04-13T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T22:48:37.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimmingnessisesises</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; oks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Doble Kara - Greyhoundz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/DSC01726%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Thank God for water~! I&lt;strong&gt; love&lt;/strong&gt; water~!!! We went swimming yesterday at Eastwood at our condo. I waited for like a week to go back there. Another time for some cousin-bonding action. It's good to be out of the house for a day~! I'm like so fking bored in here. It's so hot but the water, the pool.... it's so lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been out of the house for about a week. I've been locked in our house and I was really tired of doing the same thing all over again. Good thing we are so going out of town on the 22nd. We will be celebrating my sister's birthday at Punta Fuego in Pangasinan. We'll be swimming again which is good and there's a beach there. I really do hope I can still catch-up with my Father's activity. Go Karting. I'm like waiting for it since March and I do hope I could make it in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer's fresh. I'm bored. I haven't done anything productive in the past two weeks. Help me please~! I want to be out of Manila for a while. See the beach or be in the mountains. I'd rather be in Subic or somewhere in Banahaw hiking than go to a club or bar. Please, I don't dance to freaky dicky hiphop music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm jealous of my sister right now 'coz next year she's gonna have a cool summer. She's going to the US and then Boracay. I'm like gonna rot here in the Philippines... studying and then Boracay. Sige na nga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/DSC01745%5B2%5D.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Di ko alam na naka-zoom yung camera.. Hehe. Para akong bata. Kaso kita pimple ko T_T&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/DSC01749%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Behind me is Marikina. We will be going there on Friday kasi it's the &lt;em&gt;prusisyon&lt;/em&gt; thing we go to every year.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/DSC01757%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Ahh yes, I love this shot. It was taken by my cousin in my cam-whore moments.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-114494031788196933?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/114494031788196933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=114494031788196933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114494031788196933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114494031788196933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/04/swimmingnessisesises.html' title='Swimmingnessisesises'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-114468487949043433</id><published>2006-04-10T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T13:03:32.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; full&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; She F'king Hates Me - Puddle of Mudd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Whatever drama you've red in my previous post... Well it's so over now and I'm like so fucking regretting going so dramatic about losing my card. It effing sucks, man! I hate crying. I had to disturb Ginald from taking a bath just so he could hear me whine on the other line. Well, thanks to him though. I couldn't cry in front of my parents or anyone. I cry in front of my PC most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/DSC01603%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I got this very fab sunglasses that I got from my grandmother. They had to clean the &lt;em&gt;bodega&lt;/em&gt; near their garage and it wasn't full of trash pots. It's amazing that they found my Tita's sunglasses when she was younger. It's such a cool find since I have very deep liking for anything that's vintage. It has a few scratches but it doesn't matter. I've cleaned it up and won't even bother trying to get the silver squares at it's sides. It's like from the 70's, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to wear it when I went to hang-out with Miki, Rheine, Mart, Martin, Dominique, and Eumir at Wendy's.. It's good that I saved up money because I was planning to buy new sunglasses 'coz Chi lost my fave. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Good News for me: I know Red Chopstick Dude's name, bitch! I know his Friendster, too. Hayyy.... Thank You, Lord~! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good News ulit: Shet alam ko na full name n'ya. &lt;3 (Pucha, 'di si RCD.... Si DAA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged about my Graduation and Party. Such a lazy ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-114468487949043433?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/114468487949043433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=114468487949043433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114468487949043433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114468487949043433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/04/post-blah.html' title='Post Blah'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-114430226871142814</id><published>2006-04-06T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T17:21:29.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; disappointed, depressed, and frustrated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Foolish - Ashanti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;To all those people who comforted me when I really needed someone to share my sadness to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sobrang salamat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I'm so lucky that I knew you guys and even for a short while you made me feel relieved and comforted. I now know who my friends are. People who are so concerned about my studying and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really happened? &lt;em&gt;Sa akin nalang yun at dun sa mga taong nakakaalam kung bakit.&lt;/em&gt; It really hurts me that something so small and so important got lost. That card is my passport to getting into that school pero my dreams are now crushed into thin air. Call it &lt;em&gt;maarte&lt;/em&gt; or exaggeration &lt;em&gt;pero&lt;/em&gt; it would hurt me to go to the school right infront of my dream school. I would just be full of wishful thinking then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;martin:&lt;/strong&gt; punta kaya kme jan ng gsg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;martin:&lt;/strong&gt; hanapin namin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;martin:&lt;/strong&gt; x_x&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know where to go now. I haven't called my mom or my dad just to say that my High School can't issue a new card because our Academic Coordinator is on vacation and will be back on the 17th. The people at the Admissions told me that I only have until 5 in the afternoon tomorrow to submit my requirements. I really don't know what to do anymore. Nobody can even take the sadness away from me. One moment it's gone the next thing I know it's there. I've tried to be optimistic as I can be.. But my pessimism just fights through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. My rainbow was replaced by a dark cloud since yesterday. I've experienced enough bad luck now. &lt;em&gt;Namamaga nanaman mata ko.&lt;/em&gt; I can't stop crying when I remember that thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I try to find strength from my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Ginald for listening to me while I cry on the phone. Thank you for listening to me. &lt;em&gt;Kahit di pa nakakaanlaw, kinausap pa talaga muna ako.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Rina who called me up just to check on me and asked Paw to cheer me up. Thank you for being so thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Martin for enlightening me up a bit. I know I shouldn't be a &lt;em&gt;tambay&lt;/em&gt;. Thank you for your time. &lt;em&gt;Basta sabay pa rin tayo gragraduate, diba?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Errica -- Sayang pare dapat parehas tayong La Salle.. Kaso ginagago nanaman ako ni Ted Hannah. Galingan mo nalang d'yan. Ikaw nalang mag-continue sa La Salle.. Para kahit isa sa PK nakapagLaSalle. Salamat sa oras mo at pagpapakalma mo sa akin nung umagang natataranta na ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Miki, Don, Eumir, and Rheine.. Thank you din. Salamat for praying for me at sa card kong nawala. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. Too much drama. I have to stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sira ulo si Martin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tintin:&lt;/strong&gt; hindi &lt;img src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h94/cam1sado29/20.gif" border="0" /&gt;loyal ako.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;martin:&lt;/strong&gt; wala na sa june na tlga &lt;img src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h94/cam1sado29/8.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;martin:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h94/cam1sado29/24.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;martin:&lt;/strong&gt; ngek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;martin:&lt;/strong&gt; lunok mo n pride mo di ka loyal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;martin:&lt;/strong&gt; malapit na ikaw mag dlsu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;martin:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h94/cam1sado29/24.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;martin:&lt;/strong&gt; si red chops pano na?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;martin:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h94/cam1sado29/24.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tintin:&lt;/strong&gt; hindi ayaw ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;martin:&lt;/strong&gt; wah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tintin:&lt;/strong&gt; wala na di ko na siya makikita bka 4th year na daw yun eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;martin:&lt;/strong&gt; ilang beses ko na rinig loyal? &lt;img src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h94/cam1sado29/4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;martin:&lt;/strong&gt; sabihin mo nga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;martin:&lt;/strong&gt; ilang beses ko na narinig loyal? sayo? &lt;img src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h94/cam1sado29/4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tintin:&lt;/strong&gt; isang beses pa lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tintin:&lt;/strong&gt; bkit sinabi ko ba na loyal ako kei kwan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;martin:&lt;/strong&gt; ano un isang beses? &lt;img src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h94/cam1sado29/4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;martin:&lt;/strong&gt; uu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;martin:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h94/cam1sado29/24.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tintin:&lt;/strong&gt; sira ulo ka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;martin:&lt;/strong&gt; bsta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;martin:&lt;/strong&gt; pangalawa na to &lt;img src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h94/cam1sado29/4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tintin:&lt;/strong&gt; laking imbento ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;martin:&lt;/strong&gt; narinig ko loyal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;martin:&lt;/strong&gt; ngek indi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tintin:&lt;/strong&gt; iprove mo nga sa akin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;martin:&lt;/strong&gt; ngek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;martin:&lt;/strong&gt; ak pa papahanp mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;martin:&lt;/strong&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tintin:&lt;/strong&gt; sinabi ko ba tlga na loyal ako kei kwan? ksi alam mo na ano eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;martin:&lt;/strong&gt; uu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;martin:&lt;/strong&gt; sinabi mo kaya &lt;img src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h94/cam1sado29/22.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;martin:&lt;/strong&gt; wah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tintin:&lt;/strong&gt; punyeta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;martin:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h94/cam1sado29/24.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tintin:&lt;/strong&gt; ayan na. ayan na. ano kwan alis na ako&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tintin:&lt;/strong&gt; bsta loyal lang ako&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tintin:&lt;/strong&gt; isang taon na rin yun noh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tintin:&lt;/strong&gt; bsta ---- ------ ----ing -- pa rin &lt;img src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h94/cam1sado29/8.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tintin:&lt;/strong&gt; kahit anong mangyari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tintin:&lt;/strong&gt; di ko na pakakawalan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;martin:&lt;/strong&gt; ngek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;martin:&lt;/strong&gt; di ak niwala jan &lt;img src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h94/cam1sado29/78.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-114430226871142814?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/114430226871142814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=114430226871142814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114430226871142814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114430226871142814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/04/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-114416739931427112</id><published>2006-04-04T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T14:22:15.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honesty Is The Best Policy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Everything Is Alright - Motion City Soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honesty&lt;/strong&gt; n.&lt;br /&gt;1. The quality or condition of being honest; integrity&lt;br /&gt;2. Truthfulness; sincerity: &lt;em&gt;in all honesty&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Archaic&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Chastity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reference: &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com"&gt;Dictionary[dot]Com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. A while ago, during our dinner time, my family and I started talking about our experiences with finding money in the most unexpected places. My sister shared that she found P100 outside our school gate when her friend asked her to accompany her outside. At that time, my sister's broke and she was fortunate enough to have a hundred bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, my dad shared about him finding P60 when he was young at his highschool (LSM). When he and his classmates saw the P60 lying somewhere in the stairs, they hurriedly went up to get it. But since my dad was fast enough to reach the money, he got the 50 pesos first and the ten wen to this classmate. Pretty sleek, huh? After a few hours his classmate went to him giving the ten pesos to him. He said his conscience was bugging him. But my father reasoned out saying that they didn't steal it but just saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My experience? When I was in my junior year in highschool I saw a hundred peso bill lying peacefully in our school stairs. I came to get it and forgetting that I'm a greedy bitch.. I surrendered it to the lost and found. Just sharing this to my family made my parents proud of me. My dad even said, "That's the virtue that our family holds on to. Something that we don't want to break - honesty." Ouch. How many times have I been a dishonest person? I don't know.. You can't count it in small numbers.. It's just too high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what made me even proud? When my Dad told the story about Lolo Ben's honesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story 1: In the 70's, when my grandfather was still in the military; he was assigned to get the salaries of all the soldiers at the Central Bank of the Philippines. The money was placed inside a duffel bag and all of them contain P1 million each. The bags were released and when my grandfather found out that they have an excess of one duffel bag, he insisted his colleagues to return to Central Bank and return the bag. Imagine? A million pesos.. If you convert it now, my grandfather could've gotten a P20-30 million &lt;strong&gt;legal&lt;/strong&gt; money. He can get away with the bag and send Lola 'Ning and her kids to somewhere better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story 2: Sometime during the 80's my grandfather was a treasurer for a firm-something (and was still in the military). He found out that he could get 10 million pesos without anyone finding out about it. It was a hidden fund and he could just grab it anytime he wants to. But instead of giving in to temptation.. He just ignored it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt so proud of my Grandfather. He is the most honest person I've known now. He has encountered temptation and greed for so many times. It just shows that, money can't buy your dignity. And even if I look like and act like some greedy bitch and would like to be rich someday, I'd do it in the most honest way. An honest cent is better than a stolen peso. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left" src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h94/cam1sado29/hbc-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday to Charity~!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss you na :)&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had a blast!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mwah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-114416739931427112?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/114416739931427112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=114416739931427112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114416739931427112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114416739931427112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/04/honesty-is-best-policy.html' title='Honesty Is The Best Policy'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-114405723392307369</id><published>2006-04-03T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T17:40:33.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARTISTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Under Pressure - David Bowie and Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;April na? Really? OMG! That was so fast! I just took a nap and it's already April? My, my, time flies fast. I haven't updated with what happened during my graduation and our grad party. I still want to have the pictures taken at our condo sent to me by Anne. I have some pics there that I like and would love to share to you. Stupid kasi, my friggin' camera became lobatt and instead of bringing the camera charger I brought with me our telephone charger. I wasn't really looking at that time. But then, I might just post what happened during our graduation and then update what happened at our condo last Thursday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Obivously, I have a new layout. Pink inspired. I became fkin' bored after our grad party. I have nothing left to do but surf the net. It's a habit that I'd like to kill slowly. I haven't done anything productive because of chatting and surfing the net the whole day. I want to do something so I could live an Internet-balanced life. &lt;em&gt;Nagegets mo ba ako?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture was taken before we went to mass. And no, I didn't go to mass wearing that. &lt;em&gt;'Di pa ako maglalakad sa kabaong ko.&lt;/em&gt; If you have noticed, most of my layouts are of me &lt;em&gt;na&lt;/em&gt;. Since it's my blog why not just make my blog layouts of me. I have a lot of creative ideads to share and I love my blog so much. So if I want to show the world who I am, &lt;em&gt;ako nalang ang layout&lt;/em&gt;. Diba? And instead of having a hard time looking for the right pic of an artist I admire or a picture that will suit my feeling or ocassion for that month, I have my trusty cam and a cousin to do that. I really like the outcome of my layout and I suddenly thought of this: I'm making my own fansite. Haha! &lt;em&gt;Sa'n ka pa?&lt;/em&gt; So if you don't like how I look, it's alright. A lot of people like me. &lt;em&gt;Kapal!&lt;/em&gt; Just kidding. No... But seriously. JK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;What if I became a famous actress? Wow, that would be amazing! Cash overflowing, photo ops, interviews, free stuff, passes to concerts.. That's so cool! Actually, who hasn't thought of being an actor or an actress? &lt;em&gt;Basta ako, &lt;/em&gt;I know since I was a kid, &lt;em&gt;naging&lt;/em&gt; dream &lt;em&gt;ko din 'to.&lt;/em&gt; Pero, I don't want to be an artist here in the Philippines. Honestly, I really wanted to shoot high at Hollywood. I know I don't have the face and mind you the height, but when I was younger I'd probably be like Dakota Fanning. Kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made me think of this? I don't know. Maybe because I love Photo Ops or I just love to have a Photo Op.. &lt;em&gt;Yung totoo&lt;/em&gt;. I'm no model but imagine you getting dolled-up for a magazine cover. You get to wear clothes you know your budget can't hold. Aside from that, if I was really a famous actress, I'd be interviewed. Who wouldn't want to ask what your opinion is or your side is on an intrigue or rumor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left" src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h94/cam1sado29/autograph1.gif" /&gt;Interviewer:&lt;/strong&gt; Is it true that you and Ewan McGregor are a couple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; I wish we were. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things hasn't changed.. Really. Sometimes, the childhood dream would just pop into my head and I would day dream. What if I was really a famous actress? Will I ever meet the friends I have with me today? How will I deal with paparazzis hounding me? And what will I say if they find out I'm having an affair with Ewan McGregor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the world of an actress or an actor can drive you mad. No privacy. You're an open book and all eyes on you. The world would see you as someone who's perfect. Which is sad.. Because secretly I am. It's just insulting that other people think they're perfect. I'm kidding again. LOL This drivel will always be my childhood dream. It's one of my most loved thoughts. And the pressure of being an actress?? Hmm.. That I can't really take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;thought:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was seven when my grandfather would give me $5 to sing a song for him. I would even if I was sometimes out of tune.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-114405723392307369?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/114405723392307369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=114405723392307369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114405723392307369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114405723392307369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/04/artista.html' title='ARTISTA'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-114424865759511834</id><published>2006-03-30T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T13:12:29.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grad Party Bonding</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; bangag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Biglaan - 6 Cycle Mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/DSC01523%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I just got back from our condo unit and I'm still bangag. I just had c2 Green. LOL Well, the grad party was awesome. It was really memorable for me since yes, it is the last time that my batchmates and I are together. I'm glad that things went out well except for the water-spilling part. Good thing that it didn't cover most of my pants but just the sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt woozy after drinking a glass of wine. I'm like "wow," my stomach felt warm after. LOL I really liked what I wore for our Grad Party. Our theme was Black and White. My mom and I bought this Black corsette like top from &lt;a href="http://www.zara.com"&gt;Zara&lt;/a&gt;. It was so fabulous I fell in love with it. Although I really did want to go all grungy for the jacket and vintage top that I saw there, I decided to look formal-ish with it together with my &lt;a href="http://www.foldedandhung.com"&gt;Folded and Hung&lt;/a&gt; jeans. I so love the Gothic-glam top at TRF in Zara I wanna wear it out for a gimik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened at our Grad Party? Hmm.. Firstly, Anne called me just to say to hurry up because the party might start any minute and there's someone &lt;em&gt;interesting&lt;/em&gt; at our party. I felt the sarcasm of Anne's voice and I knew something was really up. While my sister, cousin and I were waiting for a cab at Market! Market! I had Anne spill the beans. Some jackass was there. I wouldn't mention any names since I'd like to keep their privacy. *Charing!* After Anne and I ended the conversation I hurriedly called Miki up and told her about my irritation about that jackass being at our grad party. But to make up for it I just made a joke about having a cat fight. Bakla vs. Bakla. Nyahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I later arrived and had my Photo Op at our house care of my Uncle and my mom. Star kami ni Clo. Clo looked gay.... I'm kidding. She looked like a girl for the first time in years. LOL Clo and I arrived at Discovery Suites an hour later. Yes, it doesn't matter if we're late they'd still have to feed us. LOL My barkada and I met up at the ground floor and we were all talking about the jackass. We all laughed at him. The butt of our jokes nanaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody looked so gorgeous especially Jam~! LOL Obviously, cam-whoring wouldn't be missed. Cam-whoring while eating, cam-whoring while moving aro&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/DSC01556.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;und, cam-whoring in the comfort room, cam-whoring in front of the mirror. San ka pa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eventually saw the jackass with his friend. &lt;em&gt;Napagtawanan nanaman namin siya ni Tats (his ex-crush).&lt;/em&gt; He was about a table and dancefloor away from us at wow impressed ako.. Well behaved? Nyaha. I knew why... Ka-table n'ya mga teachers namin. Shet. Tuloy ang tawanan. LOLBut we didn't waste our time just making him the butt of our jokes. It was our party and him being the center of attraction is a no-no. I just had to think that he wasn't there and *kapoof* Jackass gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some hours, we had to part ways. It was quite sad, really. The highschool classroom scene will be but a memory. I know I'm gonna miss my batchmates so bad, especially IV - St. Rita and &lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/DSC01558%5B2%5D.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Mrs Adri. After a few messages from our teachers and some batchmates.. We got together on the dancefloor and hugged each other and said our goodbyes. I hugged my Physics teacher (Punyeta! Walang halong plastik 'to) and told her that she's a good and nice teacher. I told her I wouldn't forget her even if I'm a stubborn girl who always sleeps during her class. She said, she wouldn't forget me especially the project that I made in her class. After that, my Computer teacher and I had our pictures taken of each other. I will miss Ms Villaroman and Ms Ramirez. Even if I sometimes was rude to them they were still there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night almost turned dramatic because most of my classmates/batchmates cried. I was near to tears that time while I was saying goodbye to my close friends. It was truly a night to remember. I will never forget every person who made a huge impact in my life. I love you, Seniors '06. We kick ass~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;After party? Abangan ang susunod na kabanata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-114424865759511834?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/114424865759511834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=114424865759511834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114424865759511834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114424865759511834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/03/grad-party-bonding.html' title='Grad Party Bonding'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-114422552368110407</id><published>2006-03-28T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T12:28:53.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduated, Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; longs for something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: &lt;/strong&gt;Hop Jump - Happy Meals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/DSC01506%5B2%5D.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Finally~! All my hard work for the past four years has finally paid off. I've finally &lt;strong&gt;graduated&lt;/strong&gt; high school. As I woke up this morning, it felt so ordinary but when I've red the messages on my inbox it felt like I'm going to lose something. Everyone was saying their goodbye's and for all we know goodbye is the saddest thing a person could ever tell you. It's sad that the classroom scene in highschool can't be brought in college or anything else. Highschool isn't depressing but it's one of the best things ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I stepped in high school I could still remember how shy I was but nonetheless I felt like a cool kid in my own world. I know that even behind my back people would call me names or just take me for granted. That didn't stop me from doing anything I've wanted. In highschool, I got my first line of 7, a lovable barkada, semi-popularism, a boyfriend, and anything that's totally unexpected. Things that I do normally inside the classroom would be missed. Making Physics class as my sleeping time to passing notes about love life problems to sharing stories and kilig moments to my classmates. Now, I'm wondering if I could tell those to someone in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highschool has never been so cool without my friends. I'm happy that I met Errica, Babez, Pam, Jhay, Anne and Hazel in my Sophomore year. It was really nice to have them. I will miss our Taro days. I miss sneaking in your classrooms so we could talk about our outings and talk about just anything. Open forum and all that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/DSC01512%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;To all my classmates I'd definitely miss our you all. Adrita's one of the best things that ever happened to me. I'm glad I met incredible people. Thank you for the food that you guys share to me when especially Chatty's Baked Mac. I'm sure gonna miss those. Thank you for the chips and water. Thank you for teaching me valuable lessons in life thru your sharings. Thanks for the GM's. Thanks for appreciating my work for you guys. You recognized my talent and it flatters me that you guys come to me for help. Even if it gets annoying I now appreciate it. Thank you that even if I didn't get the IT Award, some of you still believed that I would get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;So what happened during the graduation? During the awarding ceremony it happened that there was this IT Award. I knew right then and there that Errica would get one. When Mrs Cruz said that the "are" word instead of the "is", I had hopes that I may get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cha:&lt;/strong&gt; Ikaw na yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tintin:&lt;/strong&gt; Hindi 'yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs Cruz:&lt;/strong&gt; And the IT Awardees are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cha:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, tignan mo "are".. "are.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tintin:&lt;/strong&gt; Si Errica na 'yan. *sa loob-loob ko: Yes! Lord! Aakyat parents ko sa stage! May mauuwi ako sa bahay*&lt;/blockquote&gt;When Diane Rosales was the last to be called.. I felt like I was robbed off of something. &lt;em&gt;It hurts talaga.&lt;/em&gt; When the last IT awardee was called&lt;em&gt; nangliit ako.&lt;/em&gt; Before Diane was called, some classmates were even looking at me and saying, "Uyy ikaw na 'yan." Especially Jazer she was like.. "Uyy Kabit, ikaw na 'yan!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, I really wanted to cry. I know I've done my part and contributed something to the school and had nice grades for Computer. &lt;em&gt;Magkulang-kulang napamura talaga ako sa disappointment ko.&lt;/em&gt; I called Ginald up and cried. It's just with him I can tell this disappointment and frustration. My parents also told me that I should've gotten the fucking award. Even my sister and cousins were like "Ang unfair! Dapat meron ka 'ding award. Si... dapat wala doon, eh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks nalang. Basta I'm happy I've graduated na. I'm going to La Salle, bitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/DSC01489%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Congratulations Seniors '06~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Much Luvvvv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-- Yuffie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GM's and Messages I luvvvd:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;YUFFIE. Thnkyou s lhatas in lhat ng 2long suporta slmat il nvr4get u pg my prob ka d2lng ko jus a fnecol awy ilmisu wla na kcng glinggumwa ng flash s college ska wlng kcng artistc m congrats ha?Hapi graduation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sender: &lt;strong&gt;Mecca Balandang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;aftr 4 l0ng years offilling r buckets widsweat..aftr 4r0llerc0astr-lyk yearsdat we laughed nd cried 2gdr..aftr 4 challengingyears dat we clbrtdvctories nd evn sharedfailures 2gdr..n jst afew hours, we'll fnallysee each nd evry1 of uswearng wyt togas ndcaps..geared wid ol dkn0wldge nd values gvn2us by 0ur almamattr..tkng d final bow, as we head 4 a new nd mor chlngng w0rld...&lt;br /&gt;c0ngratulati0ns batch05-06!Üc0ngratulati0ns seniorS!Ü we are the best!Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sender: &lt;strong&gt;Anne Guiao&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Yeah. Bsta yung invitati0n pare. Tnx slhat. At ska bka nkalimutan m0h, mahal kita pare.ü mamimis k0araw natin s tar0.Wahaha. D2 padin ak0.Shet naiiyak n k0h.Bsta. Alam m0 nmnkung gan0 kaspecialfriendship natin parasakin. Dk0 yunmkklimutan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sender:&lt;strong&gt; Errica de Guzman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply:&lt;br /&gt;pare, bigla ka nging madrama.. hehe jk lng bka naspoil ko pa moment mo.. well, ako&lt;br /&gt;dn mahal kta! 'wag mo kalimutan na nandito lng ako plgi ü sobrang saya ko ksi nging&lt;br /&gt;kaibigan at kabarkada pa kta.. blessing ka sa'kn.. ntuwa ako ksi nkilala kta ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;KABIT. my ever kulet frontm8. enkz 4 da kwen2s nd trippngs.ü il0veyou so. and2 lng koh pra sa mga pr0bs moh,ha. mwah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sender: &lt;strong&gt;Jazer Jamsen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;iL b uR frnd tl d end, dAtz a promise. &amp;amp; i pLan 2 kp it n0 mAteR waT.f smdAy oUr&lt;br /&gt;frndShp shUd fAde, iL lukbAk and rMember d pRmise i mde!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signed:&lt;br /&gt;CHI&lt;br /&gt;03/28/06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sender: &lt;strong&gt;Chi Tullao&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you guys, soon~! We rock, their eyes melted when they saw us how to kick ass~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-114422552368110407?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/114422552368110407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=114422552368110407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114422552368110407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114422552368110407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/03/graduated-finally.html' title='Graduated, Finally!'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-114406658346438268</id><published>2006-03-24T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T18:34:51.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-bond</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; The City Sleeps In Flames - Scary Kids Scaring Kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="FLOAT: left" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4WDOxGgaJzM" width="190" height="150" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;Today was the last day of our graduation practice. This is the so-so last day of everything. The last day of going to school with your batchmates. The second to the last goodbye and bonding session with my other batchmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tats and I planned to hang-out at Powerplant for a while and then go to Market! Market! and watch the &lt;strong&gt;Kamikazee&lt;/strong&gt; gig there. See, I'm going to another gig.. LOL We wanted to make the most out of our last day bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:&lt;/strong&gt; Pagpasensyahan nyo na si Anne d'yan sa video na 'yan. Feeling n'ya kasi kami, eh. JK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Powerplant with Tats, Anne, Gladys, Jhay, Jas, and Jex. We rode the shuttle since so we could avoid the extreme heat of the sun. Inside, we had our usual &lt;strong&gt;cam-whoring&lt;/strong&gt; habit. We were really &lt;em&gt;makulit&lt;/em&gt; inside the shuttle. We were all noisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside Powerplant, we met Gia there and she gladly went with us at McDonald's. I had the usual.. The usual McSpaghetti Meal and Fries. LOL We were all there chatting and laughing at "conyo boys" who were wearing off clothes. It was really fun, 'coz I haven't hung-out with Gladys, Jas, Jex and Gia since highschool started. I knew how fun it was to be around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all decided to go to PowerStation and play arcade games or whatever. They played a little Basketball and then we all decided to go inside the Videoke room. I really like the color of the room. It was lime green and I like the couch too. We decided to take a video for the Senior's presentation on our Graduation Day. We were all singing and fooling around singing Magasin, Swing-Swing, Bohemian Rhapsody, and Bagsakan. It was fun to stay inside the room and just bond with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I received messages from Gia and Jhay saying that they had a blast that day. Tats and I left Powerplant at around 5:30pm. We had to go back at our house because the show will start at 7 and as expected there will be a crowd at Street Market!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way to our house, we talked about this &lt;strike&gt;guy..&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;gay..&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;guy..&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;gay..&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strong&gt;GAY!!&lt;/strong&gt; that we both know. We shared the same the same sentiments about him being overly desperate with girls and him being an immature ass. We started sharing stories about our encounters or days with him. We all came to one conclusion: He's smart but he chose to be an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going to our house, we arrived at Market! Market! with my cousin, Clo. When we arrived there, there was a huge crowd gathered around the venue. It was overwhelming. The stench of human fireworks (you know what I mean) was overly present there. I was like, "OMG, When I go home.. I will really take a long bath!" You can see an amount of poseurs. A ton of wanna-be rockers. You just had to raise your eyebrows at this people but I don't know how to raise my eyebrow that's the problem. Tss. We thought we couldn't get inside because it looked so full. But in order to enter you have to come in and buy something or eat there. Eventually, after the &lt;em&gt;siksikan&lt;/em&gt; part, we came up to the bouncer and said that we will eat inside. While waiting for the friggin' bouncer's reply, I can hear guys calling me names. And I'm like.. "Look who's talking. Look at yourself you fcker." When we got inside, I was like, "In your face you piece of fck." We got inside and stayed at Song Ra Soo (I don't know if I got that right.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="FLOAT: right" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V4uLY0FDegA" width="190" height="150" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;Kamikazee arrived after some 15 minutes. They got the whole crowd really pumped up. They sang Chicksilog first. Then Sexy Sexy. I forgot the other song they sang since I we were eating then and just waiting for Tat's company to arrive. Obviously, the last song they sang was Narda. Tss.. *Sa likod ng mga tala, Kahit sulyap lang Darna!* Alam n'yo ba ibig sabihin n'yan mga, hijo at hija? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, just enjoy the videos there. 'Coz I'm really tired now and I don't want to type............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-114406658346438268?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/114406658346438268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=114406658346438268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114406658346438268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114406658346438268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/03/re-bond.html' title='Re-bond'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-114295726611131381</id><published>2006-03-22T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T19:10:55.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ding-Ding!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love bronzers! It's a must have in my kikay kit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm currently using Clinique's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's so lovely for night-outs! Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a thought.. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-114295726611131381?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/114295726611131381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=114295726611131381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114295726611131381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114295726611131381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/03/ding-ding.html' title='Ding-Ding!'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-114282993506056767</id><published>2006-03-20T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T20:06:01.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overview from the Plain View</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; full&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Sayang - Parokya Ni Edgar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I am overly bored this morning. I have nothing to do.. This would probably happen to me every morning of ever summer day that I won't be going out for workshops, out-of-towns, and gimmiks. How I hate being bored. It kills. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becuase of boredom, I've come up of a list of which I've learned and reflected on since the start of this year. Some are filled with foolish thoughts but what the heck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; need a boyfriend - right now. The joy of being a single lass is still pumping wildly in my veins. I am so not into the whole "I love you" romantically thing right now. I'd always like to have a ti&lt;strong&gt;ME. &lt;/strong&gt;(I hope you get what I mean by that) . So, don't pressure me into having a boyfriend.. It won't work, biatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am not &lt;strong&gt;malambing&lt;/strong&gt; to guys. The only guys that I can ever be malambing to is my &lt;strong&gt;bestfriend&lt;/strong&gt;, Mark, my &lt;strong&gt;Daddy&lt;/strong&gt; Ginald, and my &lt;strong&gt;blood-bound&lt;/strong&gt; father. And if I ever sounded malambing to a guy, get over it! I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Money talks, so aim to be rich.&lt;/strong&gt; I've always wanted to be super rich, (think over-throwing Bill Gates as the richest fucker in the world) and I will be one in ten years or so. The effect of money on people varies but the effect of money on me can give me sheer joy. Just last week, my friend asked me to make a Flash Presentation for her girlfriend. I was hesitant at first since I am so not a pro like Errica. But eventually I took the job and didn't mind the "she'll pay you" part. I just want to see and test myself if I can make a decent Flash Presentation for other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finished the whole thing up. That Friday I was furious because of my parents taking back their decision with me going to Gimba with my friends. When Kris (my client's sister ::wow Client::) arrived, she handed me the money, the payment, the moola, the wage.. &lt;strong&gt;I felt happy.&lt;/strong&gt; I was so happy that I really wanted to jump at that time! The feeling of receiving money when you're broke made me think that money is equal to happiness. Plus, me being mad at my parents faded for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sometimes you really have to lose. I believe that our batch is packed with winners! We've won countless times and it uplifts our batch pride! But just last January, we lost to one of the biggest competition of our school, the cheering competition. But we have to face the fact that it happens. We lose not because we didn't give out our hundred percent, but we lose because life wouldn't be based on just winning but what you've learned from losing in order to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Fights mean almost or completely losing a friend. I've been a victim of on-the-rocks friendship. It isn't pretty and when you know it's just a petty fight, try to talk to the person, sort things out and be friends again. Sometimes a piece of shit can turn out to be the biggest fuck and can ruin everything. So don't be a victim~! (Wow, did that really make sense?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. No matter what you say, I am &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; changing for you. I don't want to conform and I don't want to be forced to conform to society. Don't ever think that I'd be that person you'll see in magazines or the TV. I'm different.. get that right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Attraction to the opposite sex can drive you crazy. It's rare for me to see a guy that I really like. The visage, and the [sexy] exterior of a guy can get me. I can be a stalker if I want to but since I'm a lazy ass.. I just day dream. But when I get to know the person, it can drive me crazy. I don't need to explain, you just have to see me be crazy. Errica once said to me (which I totally agree on): "Akala ko 'yang mahal mahal na 'yan yung salot, eh. Pati rin pala pag nagkacrush ka.. Punyeta! Masisira talaga buhay mo d'yan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A life without love is terrible; but a life in love with a person romantically is terrible. I don't need to elaborate on this one. It's kinda related to number 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. C2 is an alternate source for beer. I'm not an alcoholic. I've tried beer but I didn't like it. I've tried wine but it really didn't please my drinking pleasure. Believe it or not C2 got me drunk (I believe...) and bangag. I don't know what's in it. But after drinking two or three bottles of it straight.. I felt like I got hit in the head. I started talking gibberish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I am still young. 16 is still young. I am out to enjoy being young. You're only 16 once, so make the most out of it. So far, 2005 has been my year.. I hope 2006 would be even better. For now, my 2006 has shared with ups and downs. I've been depressed, encountered &lt;em&gt;malas&lt;/em&gt;, been lucky, earned money, lost something, been sad, felt something new, been drunk, been bangag, won something and been happy. I'm out for new adventures and challenges! So I'll still continue climbing Mt. Apo then Everest! Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-114282993506056767?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/114282993506056767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=114282993506056767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114282993506056767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114282993506056767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/03/overview-from-plain-view.html' title='Overview from the Plain View'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-114278201061241286</id><published>2006-03-18T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T21:11:10.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hinahanap-hanap Kita</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Hyped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Hinahanap hanap Kita - Rivermaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v46/sly007/DSC014152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from Market! Market! and it was a great evening! Even if I was depressed and got almost rebellious for the past two days, I never regretted going out with my cousins tonight to watch Mayonnaise play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to watch Sugarfree tonight but we ended up with Mayonnaise. Darn, we thought tonight's the night that they'd play but we got our sources all wrong. God, I so miss Ebe Dancel! I so wanted to see him and hear his voice - &lt;strong&gt;live!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what made this night so great? I saw this amazing dude. He studies at La Salle. My cousin told me 'coz she sees him at her school &lt;strong&gt;[insert]&lt;/strong&gt; also my future school in the next two months. &lt;strong&gt;[/insert]&lt;/strong&gt; This dude really.. He's so gwapo! He took my fuckin' breath away! He's so.. so.. dreamy.. My kind of guy and he's a drummer, too. He's like a pal to the band.. I called him the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Red Chopstick Dude&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Click this &lt;a href="http://h1.ripway.com/mysweetfracture29/DSC01411[2].jpg" target="new"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; to see him from the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayonnaise was good. I got their album two years ago. James (a friend of mine whom I haven't talked to for ages) introduced me to this band. He had my ears glued to Dahil and Bakit Part 2. My favorite song from their self-entitled album is Pink White Blue. I so love it~! And I'm so happy they played it! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JNAv8fkrCp8" width="300" height="250" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their having their next album launched at Saguijo, Makati this Tuesday. I want to go. I must see Red Chopstick Dude! Aha! Stalker! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I was upset at my parents for taking back their decision with letting me go on a road trip with my friends. I don't know why they had to spoil my morning just like that! I was so angry at them that I kept on cussing inside my head. I was angry. I was so angry at my grandfather. I don't know why he had to interfere with my parent's decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blamed him for not being there for my friend when she needed my support. Clo and I were supposed to be there for her. Cheering for her as she goes on the stage and be Miss Gimba 2006. I didn't talk to my parents for two days because of that. I was furious! They thought that I'd understand that ridiculous decision. It was difficult for me. My friend wanted me to be there but I couldn't. I waited for almost three weeks for this day. I had to cancel my trip to Laguna just so I could attend my classmate's swimming party. I also cancelled gimmiks.. and even ignored to make takas. I did house chores which I don't normally do so I could earn a good shot from my parents. But everything I did all went to the trash bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, I just had to sleep everything away. When I woke up and I felt okay already. I started talking to my parents again and I'm now in good terms with them. I still feel sad not going to Gimba.. But there's always a next time. I can't afford to be a rebel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v46/sly007/DSC014282.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I look now. I still look fat but yeah change of hair style..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Got my locks chopped.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Yey! Got shorter bangs!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v46/sly007/DSC014312.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Paga after the gig~! Yey!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;The top I'm wearing in that pic is the same shirt that's on my layout ;D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I bought that last Feb 25 at PaP @ The Podium.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-114278201061241286?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/114278201061241286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=114278201061241286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114278201061241286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114278201061241286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/03/hinahanap-hanap-kita.html' title='Hinahanap-hanap Kita'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-114295717112284217</id><published>2006-03-15T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T10:36:59.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodshot Turned Realization</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; silent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Down And Out - The Academy Is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Ang hirap ng wala si Ate Gina. Sa totoo lang. Walang gagawa sa'yo nito.. At walang gagawa para sa'yo nun. Punyeta! Iniisip ko lang talaga na sobrang bad-timing ng pagkasakit ni Ate Gina. Wala siya. Nasa ospital. May sakit. 'Di ko 'lam kung ano tawag dun. Hirap i-spell.. S something yun, eh. Nung napag-usapan sa hapag-kainan yun kanina, ang tatay at nanay ko lang nagkakaintindihan. Kami ng kapatid ko parang.. Oo nalang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatlong araw ng nakakalipas ng i-confine si Ate Gina sa ospital ni DeLo (close kayo?).. Hirap.. Hindi. S'ympre ako'y isang bata na sana'y na may kasambahay na palaging gagawa ng kung ano 'man ang nais mo. Apat na araw na din akong naghuhugas ng pinggan. Ang bagal ko pa din maghugas. Ang bigat ng plato namin. Parang cymbals, eh. Tapos s'ympre gusto ko lahat clean talaga. I hate missing a spot kasi pinagkakainan namin yun, noh. S'ympre gusto mo ba kumain sa madumi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto naging eksena nung dumating si Pau (ang aking pinakabatang pinsan).. Kukunin yung lalagyan namin para sa pinaluto ni Daddy kay Lola na Paksiw na Lechon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pau:&lt;/strong&gt; Ang bagal mo naman mag-hugas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cryz:&lt;/strong&gt; Sensya na, ha! 'Di sanay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pau:&lt;/strong&gt; Ang hirap ng walang katulong, noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cryz:&lt;/strong&gt; *isip* &lt;em&gt;Talaga.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pau:&lt;/strong&gt; Tulungan nalang kita d'yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bait pa rin si Pau. Inignore yung utos ni Lola. Nag-stay talaga dun.. Siya yung nagbahala sa spoons and forks.. Inisip ko nga nun.. Baka pag-uwi nito mapapagalitan siya.. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cryz:&lt;/strong&gt; Pau! 'Wag mo lalagay diyan (sa lababo)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pau:&lt;/strong&gt; Bakit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cryz:&lt;/strong&gt; Duh? Ang dumi.. May rice and everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pau&lt;/strong&gt;: Arte mo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cryz:&lt;/strong&gt; Bakit gusto mo bang kumain ng may bacteria?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero nung iniwan ako ni Pau.. Naisip ko lang na sige na ngayon lang naman. Kahit sobrang arte ko na ayaw kong magka-ugat sa kamay.. Gagawin ko nalang 'to. Natutuwa rin naman si Mommy t'ska si Daddy kasi gumagawa ako ng gawaing pambahay. Ma-ala seniorita kasi ako. Pero nung kusa kasi akong mag-huhugas ng pinggan natuwa yung nanay ko. Sabi nya, "I'm so proud of my daughter." Oha-oha! S'ympre yun na nga lang ang nagpasaya sa kanyang napaka-hectic na araw.. Sinagad ko na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa totoo lang ang dami kong natutunan. Natutunan kong mag-luto ng breakfast ko kahit hotdog lang. Natutunan kong ayusin ang kama namin ng kapatid ko kahit sobrang gulo nito. Natutunan ko na mahirap din maging kasambahay o ina. Mahirap naman talaga, eh. Patikim palang kasi 'yan. Paano pag may-asawa at anak na ako? At least ngayon, alam ko na kung paano magsaing, paghugas ng pinggan, kubyertos, at baso na sobrang linis, magising ng maaga para sa gawaing bahay.. Nagkaroona ko ng paki sa bahay namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa totoo lang, pagoodshot ko lang 'to sa Tatay ko para mapayagan ako sa Gimba, eh.. Kaso yun nga.. may natutunan din ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahirap magka-ugat!! Ayoko ng ugat sa kamay!! Yuckie, eh. Parang 'di na kamay ng dalagang Pilipina. Arte!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-114295717112284217?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/114295717112284217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=114295717112284217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114295717112284217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114295717112284217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/03/goodshot-turned-realization.html' title='Goodshot Turned Realization'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-114404233725408479</id><published>2006-03-13T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T13:34:41.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bang-Bangag</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; ecstatic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Twisted Transistor - KoRn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/DSC01300%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I lost it. I'm so... Bangag! I drink a lot of C2. I felt like a drunken b-----.. Okay, I really don't know but what do you really feel when you're drunk? Hey! I'm only a minor and I've never been drunk. Please tell me what it's like to be drunk. I think c2 is an alcoholic beverage~! Gosh. What's with C2? I'm addicted to it that I drink it every single day. I cannot go on a day without drinking one 'coz it don't really feel good if I haven't drank a whole bottle of it. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are four drinks that I cannot live without:&lt;br /&gt;1. Water&lt;br /&gt;2. Milo&lt;br /&gt;3. C2 (Green and Lemon Tea)&lt;br /&gt;4. Nestea Iced Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the start of our Graduation practice. My God! The end of my highschool life is near. I can't bear to take a look. I'll miss my class and my batch. We've practiced a few songs for our graduation mass. It's quite slow. And man, it was really hot inside the chapel. It's like we're trapped into some gas-something-whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/DSC01313%5B2%5D.jpg" border="2" /&gt;Before we did anything, my classmates and I hung-out at our school canteen. &lt;em&gt;Ganda ng lighting sa canteen.&lt;/em&gt; Haha! So, yeah.. Obviously, there's the usual cam-whoring stuff. I'll really miss this session. OMG I'm starting to think who will be my cam-whoring partner at La Salle.. Sayang, Faye won't study there 'coz she's gonna study at MaDocs or Makati Med ata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of classmates who will be taking up Nursing as their course. Gosh, I'm wondering if that job is still in demand after 4 years? Good luck with Anatomy. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/1600/DSC01320[2].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/DSC01320%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yey! Rina arrived from the US last Tuesday and today we met at Powerplant after my grad practice. It was really nice to see her after a long-distance-platonic-soul-sistah relationship with her online. Of course, Paw (her boyfriend) joined us at Cibo, too. 'Stig. Second date nila. We were at Cibo for a while. Actually, we spent our whole time there. I was supposed to be home by 5:30pm that's why it was just a quickie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rina and Paw look so cute together. And the whole time that we were at Cibo, we were all just laughing our asses of because of some jackass. Pero it was fun. I have my two bestfriends with me to complete my day. Anyway, Rina, Paw and I will meet again probably on Wednesday. Two days before she leaves.. Aww :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-114404233725408479?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/114404233725408479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=114404233725408479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114404233725408479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114404233725408479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/03/bang-bangag.html' title='Bang-Bangag'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-114286660402691775</id><published>2006-03-12T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T22:56:44.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Locks Chopped</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; terrific&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Camisado - Panic! At The Disco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/DSC01278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my locks chopped and relaxed today. Haha! Yey! At last after months of so wanting to have my hair cut, that day came! It's good that mom's free to take me to the salon today. Haha! I so look like a kid in some angles. I like it. ;D &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;It looks long in this pic. Blame my shadow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bestfriend has arrived from the States last Tuesday! I'm so glad she's here already! Can't wait to see her! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-114286660402691775?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/114286660402691775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=114286660402691775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114286660402691775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114286660402691775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/03/locks-chopped.html' title='Locks Chopped'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-114208684403481691</id><published>2006-03-11T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T22:20:44.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*cough* Hate *cough*</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: Hatin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to&lt;/strong&gt;: Hypnotize - System of a Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate not going to gigs. I hate not seeing Join The Club. I hate seeing Urban Dub as MTV's Rising Star. I hate Campus Radio. I hate FOB-liking-Posers. I hate not seeing my friends. I hate being pasawaii. I hate it when my mom can become a kill joy. I hate airheads. I hate short-tempered people. I hate not having load. I hate being broke. I hate politics! I hate politicians! I hate seeing guys wear pink. I hate emo-fuckin'-posers. I hate overly sweet girls and boys. I hate desparate people. I hate jaywalkers. I hate taxi drivers. You assholes go to hell! I hate fucking swearing. I hate sweating. And most of all, I hate &lt;strong&gt;boy&lt;/strong&gt;-sterous boys. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with the hating.. I just want to let that one out.  I haven't blogged for ages. I've been busy with school and now that our exams are finally over, I can relax now. I'm getting my hair cut tomorrow. A new look for the summer? LOL I'm having it cut short.. It's getting uberly hot here in the Philippines. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new layout! Yey! At last a new skin for March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will continue tomorrow. I'm posting my drafts by tomorrow ;D Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-114208684403481691?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/114208684403481691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=114208684403481691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114208684403481691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114208684403481691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/03/cough-hate-cough.html' title='*cough* Hate *cough*'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-114286737251229547</id><published>2006-03-11T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T23:14:36.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off - Panic! At The Disco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Today's the last day of our exams.. last day of everything that we'll all do inside the classroom.. Ugh. I'm gonna miss going to the third floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v46/sly007/skittles.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lakas trip ba? Well, we didn't do much. But it was great that our defense turned out good. Buti nalang tapos na kami.. Haayy. Nasagot naman ng maayos lahat ng tanong. Buti nalang yun yung topic/study namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right" alt="Clearly, it's a stolen shot by me ;D Haha!" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v46/sly007/DSC012612.jpg" /&gt;Haayy.. What do I have to blog about? Last day shit? Well, my friends are going to Laguna today to celebrate Majal's birthday. Inggit ako. I wish I went but I'm gunning for the Gimba trip with my barkada. Ultimate bonding experience yun ng barkada. I'm so sure of it. Excited ako kasi Pam's one of the contestants. Oh diba? Sa barkada namin may out of this world, gago, idol, heartthrob, class clown, food-rich, artista (ako yun) at ngayon naman beauty queen. San ka pa? Excited talaga ako! Kahit gusto ko pumunta ng Laguna.. S'ympre iba pa rin sa barkada. T'ska susuportahan pa namin si Pam. Need n'ya kami dun kasi 'lam ko s'ya lang yung laking Maynila dun, eh. Kaya Go PAM! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yun lang.. gig ng Join The Club mamaya!! Makikita ko si Biboy~! Sana mapayagan ako d'yan lang siya sa Market!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-114286737251229547?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/114286737251229547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=114286737251229547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114286737251229547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114286737251229547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/03/last-day-madness.html' title='Last Day Madness'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-114166242991322572</id><published>2006-03-07T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T00:27:09.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly Emo-Fck?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Next of Kin - A Thorn For Every Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like emo today. God. Those songs got me again. I haven't been regularly listening to emo since I can feel the gravity of it. I'm not really listening to the my-girlfriend-left-me-so-I'm-just-going-to-cut-my-wrist-and-fuckin'-die emo songs. I felt sad.. And I can't concentrate with my project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't studied for Calculus. Tomorrow's our defense for our Thesis. I'm like.. Slow down~! But yeah, this is the last week.. In 2 days it'll be our exam already. I'm like not fuckin' prepared for that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not updating. I'm just too darn lazy to upload the pics. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This feeling's got to go.. This pain just takes its toll..* Oh ayan nanaman.. Sige, GTG. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-114166242991322572?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/114166242991322572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=114166242991322572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114166242991322572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114166242991322572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/03/suddenly-emo-fck.html' title='Suddenly Emo-Fck?'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-114286539164614183</id><published>2006-03-05T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T22:39:09.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expressionism?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; accomplished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; I - 6 Cycle Mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/1600/DSC01127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/DSC01127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had to do this project for our Music Class. We had to do a painting on a certain song and express how we feel on it. I got that *points to the left* I'm not pro but that's what I did. I haven't touched a canvas for two years now and it felt great to still know how to blend oil painting on canvas. This is how I felt when I listened to Panic! At The Disco's song, Time to Dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, It's not that good or anything. What do you expect? I haven't been painting since I stopped my lessons with Fernando B. Sena. Oh yes.. The Sena dude. The national artist. LOL I take pride in being one of his students. I think it was only in his class that I got medals and trophies. Try Most Outstanding student... Yebah. Yabang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's my great grandmother's death anniversary. I'm so bad not to go to the cemetery and pray and pay a visit for her. I overslept again. So bad of me. But everyone misses her ;D I know she's doing great with Lolo Felix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, Lola Helen and her son, Tito Bong (insert title here: Gen. Edilberto Adan.. Yes, that's right.) had dinner with us. I had to hurry up with my meal since I don't want to hear them discuss about politics or anything. I am so avoiding that subject! I've had enough and even if I want to hear from his point-of-view about what's happening to fcked up Philippines, I had to do my project, too. Yeah.. The painting.. and the Flash Presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to Tito Nanding (Fernando Zabat)! He has been promoted to General of the Philippine Army just last Thursday! Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;God, I just took the time to blog.. I'm so stressed out with so many projects. Gak!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-114286539164614183?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/114286539164614183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=114286539164614183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114286539164614183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114286539164614183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/03/expressionism.html' title='Expressionism?'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-114286314383158137</id><published>2006-03-03T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T09:56:26.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Their Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Crawling In The Dark - Hoobastank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;We had our Immersion today and it was an eye-opener. It was a different experience. And I didn't think of it as just a periodical exam in CLE but see a different world. Reality facing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to make a 2-page narrative report for this one so yeah, I thought of posting it here ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v46/sly007/DSC01072.jpg" /&gt;Whenever we've done something wrong like insulting someone or hurt somebody, we sometimes get the statement, "What if you’re in their shoes?" We've heard this statement before since God knows when. But haven't you given it a second thought? When someone says that to you, you just know that it’s hard and assume you know the feeling. But it's easy to say or presume. It's like taking out a candy from its wrapper and you eat it - that effortless. When you're asked to be placed in a situation wherein another person's in… It’s difficult to be in it but easy for you to say that it is. Why? You just know. But if given the chance to really experience a day in someone else’s shoes, are you willing to give it a try? Or will you just have the idea in your mind rather than understand what it really is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know that you'll have another memorable activity to be done with your classmates is ultimately fun. It gives you the feeling of excitement. I was really thinking about the food that I’ll be cooking the next day and the things that I may do. My partner for this activity, our Immersion, was Jazer. We've already had our plans on what to cook for the family that we will be staying in. We were more focused on the food since we want them to have a great meal during our stay. We planned on the things we'll eat and can drink for that day. It was quite an easy task to settle on a good 'ol fried chicken and Spaghetti meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day of our Immersion, I've been thinking if it will rain on our way. The clouds were still clamped to each other and won't seem to let the Sun shine on us for a bit. I really thought it would rain; the skies looked gray and might pour on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop was at Mahogany Market. We went there to buy the other things we need such as fresh meat, vegetables or whatever it is that we should buy. Honestly, this is the first time that I'd be the one to buy and do the pamamalengke. I've never done this on my own and I usually avoid going to wet markets since I sometimes get nauseous. But I have to do it since I'm the one who’s going to cook. So, the first thing that I have to look and buy would have to be a ground beef for our Spaghetti sauce. I bought a kilo and next thing Jazer and I bought were Garlic, Salt and Chicken Breadcrumbs. The last thing we purchasedwere Chicken legs that we got for a cheap price. My first time to be out in the market was great. It was really nice that I get to do something I don't normally do. It gave me a great feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right" alt="The Pabian's house" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v46/sly007/DSC010702.jpg" /&gt;We arrived at our destination at quarter to ten in the morning. I saw the barangay that we'll be staying at. Most of the houses are side by side and one by one, people started coming out of their houses. I saw the women carry their babies to their side, children waving at us... You get the picture. I was anxious. I had drivels in my mind into what family we'll be staying in. How big was their house? What do they look like? Will we do heavy house chores? Those were the questions that were in my mind. It took a while for most of us to join our family-for-a-day. Sister Marissa accompanied us to our house, to the place where Marcellino and Venus Pabian lives. We saw her and she looked quite young, when I saw her husband, I knew right then that they were a young couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw what the house looked like from the outside. When we got in, I was astonished to find out that they had a DVD Player, Sound System and a TV. It surprised me for a while but then I saw they had a stove which made me relieved. It made me think that cooking our Fried Chicken and Spaghetti wouldn’t be as hard as I thought. At first, we were really shy and barely talked. But then when we found out that she was doing her laundry, we decided to help her out even if she was hesitant. To place clothes in a line was something I've never done in a very long time. I looked too ignorant not to know how to hang this or that. I was ashamed for a moment. The next thing we did was to prepare our lunch. It was only around ten then but it took a while for us to finish everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in the middle of cooking our Fried Chicken, I can’t help but lose my mind into thinking that, I've never done this at our house - to cook for your family. The thought was still there and suddenly I started to think, what if I really live here? I may be doing this everyday, but I won’t be cooking Fried Chicken or even Spaghetti regularly. It is actually pricey and probably the Pabian’s won’t be adding that to their regular budget if I were to live there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left" alt="Charles!!!" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v46/sly007/DSC01062.jpg" /&gt;One thing that made this experience memorable was to have a little brother. I’ve always wanted to have a brother and I saw that in Charles. He is your typical 4 year old kid. Playing with their neigbors, loves Ice Cream, makulit but you can still see his innocence. I really wanted to take him home. He is so adorable. He’s really thrilled when you take pictures of him. I am so happy that even for a day we made him and his parents happy. It was really rewarding to see other people happy for something you did. Charles made my day. Even if I was tired following him around, I just like it when he smiles. I know now why my parents are eased whenever we smile or just gave them a thank you. They know we’re happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Immersion made me realize that I am a lucky person. That even if I am not rich, I still have everything I need. I have luxury always with me. And to think that these people barely or doesn’t even have those, makes me guilty. All I’ve done is to waste money, or just waste everything that I have. I am a selfish girl. I just know that my parents work hard for me but never felt the gravity on how hard they work for our education and all the things we need. This experience changed the way I look on life and about working hard. I don’t want to take things for granted anymore. I lived in someone else’s shoes for day. I now understand why and how people like Venus feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang ;D Nakakamiss si Charles :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-114286314383158137?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/114286314383158137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=114286314383158137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114286314383158137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114286314383158137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/03/in-their-shoes.html' title='In Their Shoes'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-114001722883354831</id><published>2006-02-15T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T23:27:08.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-Valentine's Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; --------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Don't Speak - No Doubt (Non-stop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chimp has a new companion. Yey~! He's not alone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;So meet his new companion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Chuvs is Chimp's new companion. He's not alone anymore." src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/DSC00720.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang cute ni Chuvs noh? Bading 'yan, eh. Look, s/he's color purple. Blush ng blush when s/he saw Chimp. Pero Chimp is straight. I just got Chuvs from one of my Aunt's package. Hula kung kanino galing. ;D Basta.. Chuvs is gay.. Obviously name palang. Chimp is straight even if he's like Chris Carrabba-high. Chuvs is taller.. so who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazer gave me her pahabol Valentine's gift. May kasama pang letter sa loob ng box of chocolates. Yummness naman. Tapos nung Tuesday pa.. Pam gave me a ring. It's the sweetest. I love Pam. You know kung pano n'ya nabili yun?.. Actually hindi bili.. Dekwat mga mare. Mood ring daw. Para siguro pag nagblog ako.. Instant mood.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents saw the card.. Pero this morning lang nila nakita. I'm happy they knew how much Amanda and I loves them. They even told me that we're not headaches nor a pain in the butt.. I was supposed to write there ass.. Kaso baka sabihin.. "Yan ba ang tinuturo sa school n'yo?" ..So 'di nalang. Pero dad and mom hugged me sabay kiss rin. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahapon pala sabi ng tatay ko: "May nagbigay ba ng roses sayo?" Chuva talaga ni Daddy. Parang ako nlang.. "Wala po."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige yun lang.. Antok na ako.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-114001722883354831?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/114001722883354831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=114001722883354831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114001722883354831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/114001722883354831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/02/post-valentines-update.html' title='Post-Valentine&apos;s Update'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-113993086550058356</id><published>2006-02-14T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T23:33:41.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; chuva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; First Of Summer - UrbanDub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/400/IMG_1870.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Valentine's Day ngayon~! Who says it's for couples only? S'ympre I spent it chit-chatting with my friends and spreading my never before seen and felt sweetness. I also gave out M&amp;M's to very special people. I gave 11 of those.. It's supposed to be 14 but I don't know who to give the other chocolates na. So I just kept them instead. Three yun. Basta I gave Anne (Babycakes), Babez, Errica (Luvvvs), Jhay, Pam (02 ko), Hazel (Bez), Faye (Almost Perfect Cam-Whoring Partner), Melai (Quiddity's Drummer), Mecca (My Valentine for today), Ayra (Ka-chikahan), and Jonah (Peps). Basta those are special persons. They make my school days fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Jazer's your friend, she'll notice things from you easily. Kanina.. Ako daw ay &lt;strong&gt;tulala&lt;/strong&gt; nanaman. She said, "Wag mo na kasi masyadong isipin yun." Mahirap~!!! Nagkandaleche nga ako kanina sa Math quiz namin. Nawala ang nagpag-aralan dahil nakaalala dahil may nakita. Nampucha yan~! Iba ang ipekto sa akin ng mga nangyari &lt;strong&gt;kagabi.&lt;/strong&gt; Wow, Taglish again? Sounds like Coñio to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta maya na 'yan. Today, &lt;strong&gt;surprisingly -&lt;/strong&gt; I didn't sleep in our class. Kahit Physics.. 'di ko na pinatulan. &lt;strike&gt;Medyo&lt;/strike&gt; sweet ako kasi today. Iba pala epekto nitong V-day na 'to sa akin. Chuva. Uhmm.. Ayun. Kahit papaano may naintindihan ako sa Calculus at ilang beses ako nag-sabi ng I love you. Nampucha yan~! Sige na. Throughout the day.. All I did was take pictures with Faye, Ayra, Hazel, Jazer and myself. Of course. Tapos usap with Mecca.. Hehe. Wala lang. :) Hanap joke and well.. may napagtawanan kami. Tapos kulitness n'ya pa. Yihheee.. Issue. JK Lakas trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made this V-day special? Smiles. You see, the look on those 11 people whom I gave the chocolates to were really smiling and happy - and thought of it as &lt;strong&gt;sweet&lt;/strong&gt;. Some of those weren't expecting something from me. In our barkada, I am one of those that you can never count on simple gifts and stuffs. I am one of the &lt;em&gt;"magastos na kuripot."&lt;/em&gt; (Ayos ba?) I usually receive stuffs from them. Pero this time, since it's also the last Valentine's in my highschool calendar, I just surprised them. I am also happy na rin. Attached to those M&amp;amp;M packs were letters. Sweet and short. Basta. I love you lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Desaturated Photo. English Time." src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/IMG_1845.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Sewing.. THE Time." src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/IMG_1867.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Ayra and I - THE Time. Sweet." src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/IMG_1861.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Hazel and I - Lunch break" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/IMG_1851.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Saan ka nakakita ng bigla nalang magtutooth brush ulit? Maghihilamos ulit? Inaantok ka na.. May pagkakataon ka na makatulog ng maaga.. Sabay gigisingin mo lang sarili mo. Weirdness. Kagabi may sinabi siya sa akin. Akala ko kung anong chuva yun. Pauso kasi ni Martin.. Pabalikan ba naman ako sa Study Room namin at magonline. Sabi ni Alk sa telepono: "Mag-online ka.. May sasabihin daw siya sayo." Wala.. Di ko talaga makuha nung una, eh. Bangag na ulit, eh. SLOW. So yun.. Online naman yung bakla. Buti nalang 'di pa pinapatay yung PC ng kapatid ko. Kung 'di.. 'Di na ako talaga mag-online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang yung chuva. 'Di ko maexplain, eh. Sobrang NR na nga ako, eh. 'Di ko alam kung ano talaga sasabihin ko. 'Di ako sanay, pare! Kahit alam ko na madalas ako nahuhuli ng iba na may hidden &lt;strike&gt;desire&lt;/strike&gt; feelings ako sa isang tao.. Hindi ako kahit KAILANMAN nag-isip na they'd return the same chuva or kung ano man yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya kagabi.. Siguro naiinis na sa akin mga ngipin ko dahil nakasandal lang ako sa pintuan.. Nagsisipilyo ulit.. Nakatingin sa taas. Wala lang. Tapos ginising ko nanaman sarili ko sa malamig na tubig. Naghilamos ulit. At yun.. And for the very first time.. I didn't find Conan that funny. Everything is so weird. Pero kanina nung nasa Plant ako.. I received a message from him. Quote lang. Naloka ako dun. Basta nakausap ko naman siya kanina, eh. Ayos na yun. So yun.. Eto pics nalang ulit :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/IMG_1855.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/IMG_1856.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/IMG_1853.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Pero eto pinaka malupit sa lahat. Ang aking love letter para kay Jhay~!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/1600/IMG_1848.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/200/IMG_1848.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Click on it.. So you can read it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-113993086550058356?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/113993086550058356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=113993086550058356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113993086550058356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113993086550058356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/02/her-valentines-day.html' title='Her Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-113982985360360162</id><published>2006-02-13T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T19:37:41.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Craving..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Texa$ With A Dollar Sign - Spitalfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;Tomorrow's Valentine's Day. Like I care or what? Haha. Wala lang.. Bored ulit.&lt;br /&gt;Lookie here,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/400/IMG_1839.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;That's Chimp the Bear. I named him that since he's so cute. I bought him at Gift Factory last Saturday at Market! Market!. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Isn't he so cute?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I have to do a lot of stuffs pa.. Goshness.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Teachers. Hmpf.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Wala lang trip ko lang naka center lahat.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Sinong may date diyan?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Taas paa..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Sinong wala?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Magsaya~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-113982985360360162?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/113982985360360162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=113982985360360162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113982985360360162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113982985360360162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/02/mood-craving.html' title=''/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-113966305675243207</id><published>2006-02-11T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T23:25:50.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Table for One</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; indifferent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; How You Remind Me - Nickelback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;It comes every year and for some, &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;every year it's &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;always the same. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;February is not supposed &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;to be cold&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;but it feels colder than December.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/200/alone.jpg" border="2" /&gt;Simply walking along the campus or mall or office, your eyes unintentionally gravitate towards couples that are just a tad too close to each other. You think that if they got any closer they'd never separate; but all you can do is just breathe a sigh as you realize that you're walking alone - and what you wouldn't give for someone you can share that same experience with. Not having anyone, not even to walk with, when Valentine's Day is only a few days away heightens that feeling of loneliness. The depression sets in. There will always be couples that will unintentionally rub it in, that you're alone. That what makes them so happy is what makes you so, so sad. Their happiness slowly eats at you and you end up wishing they'd stop whatever innocent thing they're doing so you can get on with your life. It's depressing to think about what you don't have and even more depressing to know that others have it, but not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get to thinking about what you had before. Loves lost; memories of past lovers visit your daydreams and you remember how light the feeling was and how pretty mundane everything else seems now. Everything was easier or if not lighter, at least easier to bear. There will always be a laugh to be shared and the security of knowing that someone else cares as much as you do. But all that is gone and they don't seem to want to come back. That feeling of security has escaped you. And the worst thing about it is that you've already gotten used to it so every now and then. Thoughts about whose fault it was and who broke up with whom are buried in the longing for the old feeling to come back, the feeling of having someone to love and somebody to love you in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then come thoughts about what could have been; some unrequited love from that person whom you have been patiently waiting for. That, whom you'd give everything for but don't seem to want to take it. They may complain about their current love that everyone knows they would be better without. All they get from him are heartaches and disappointment and you're there patiently waiting. You're waiting for glimmer of hope that everything may turn out in your favor in the end. Just waiting for the chance that they'd have a realization that they could do better and that you'd make them happier. But that has always been the case since last February and it has never changed. That day never comes and they haven't wised up nor have you, patiently but illogically waiting for something that will never come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You then think of what brought you to this loveless situation in the first place. You'd think that it might be that you're not attractive. But beauty is in the eye of the beholder and all those quotes argue that there must be someone who at least finds you decent-looking. You probably haven't gotten around to meeting people because you're too focused on work or school and do not have time for love. But it is ironic that the reason you want to study or work hard is the same reason - to have a bright future - is the reason your present is not happier. It may be that it's not a priority at this point. But shouldn't love give way, at least in part, to everything else? Bitter must be the exact word to describe the whole thing and it may very well be the reason you're alone. But you ask yourself; can anyone blame you for your bitterness, when you've been waiting and waiting... and waiting for something that doesn't seem to want to come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's another year and another reminder that out of all the 365 days, Valentine's Day vies to be the loneliest. There are cupids and heart-shaped cutouts plastered on stores' windows, seemingly shouting out that it's not the right time to be alone and yet you are. Couples seem to be strolling about merrier than they had been a week ago - actually, there didn't seem to be as many couples a week ago. And now they have all gone out of their way just to taunt you. One look at a couple dining at a restaurant and you say to yourself, "How'd he get to be so lucky to have someone love him that much?" or "What does she have that she has someone to share everything with and I don't?" But no answers come and all you can do is go back to your dinner. Back to your meal in your table for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;by Sleep Na U&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-113966305675243207?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/113966305675243207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=113966305675243207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113966305675243207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113966305675243207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/02/table-for-one.html' title='Table for One'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-113949151515699808</id><published>2006-02-08T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T21:32:13.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Physics Boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;/strong&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: &lt;/strong&gt;Awkward Last Words - Armor For Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="Hula nalang kung ano yan~!" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/IMG_1830.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really bored.. No. I am always bored everytime we have our Physics period. So yeah, I don't really get a very nice grade 'coz I rarely listen. Look what I did to my hand when we were in our Physics Lab. Hak. That's Korean.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we need an hour and 20 minutes of Physics? Ayaw ko~!! Sana 1 hour nalang siya or just like every other class.. 40 minutes. Goshness. So yeah, kami ay nasa mga series circuit chuva. Gets ko pag nagsosolve. Pero darn.. Physics talaga ako uber tamad. Haha. Gaya ng aking napakagandang Koreanang kaklase.. ayan ang nagawa ko. Haha chuva talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="114" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/200/IMG_1829.0.jpg" width="142" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 113px" height="120" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/200/IMG_1831.0.jpg" width="114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/IMG_1828.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came~! It finally arrived! I am so happy!! Haha. At last!!&lt;br /&gt;The letter that I've been waiting for :) Goshness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-113949151515699808?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/113949151515699808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=113949151515699808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113949151515699808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113949151515699808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/02/physics-boredom.html' title='Physics Boredom'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-113923203765973192</id><published>2006-02-06T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T21:22:16.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does It Really Come As A Surprise When I Tell You I Don't Feel Good?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Jude Law And A Semester Abroad - Brand New&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="And when it all goes to hell will you be able to tell me you're sorry with a straight face?" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/IMG_1825.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I'm not really in the mood. Actually for two days now I felt that I'm at my worst. I never looked so pale. I haven't felt this way for a long time. I don't want to cry. I just want to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mixed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-113923203765973192?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/113923203765973192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=113923203765973192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113923203765973192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113923203765973192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/02/does-it-really-come-as-surprise-when-i.html' title='Does It Really Come As A Surprise When I Tell You I Don&apos;t Feel Good?'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-113906838730585583</id><published>2006-02-04T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T23:55:55.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing Chuva~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay-tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Narda - Kamikazee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="Me with my best boy buddy, PAW~! KUYA~!!" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/IMG_1811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Today, I was supposed to go to Edz' birthday party. Unfortunately, we didn't have transpo to go to Parañaque so Hazel and I just met up with my Gaiden friends. I saw Lei first since we're supposed to meet up there at Timezone. I was just surprised to see him with Fabian. LOL Smile nalang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I also waited for Paw since I'm going to give his gifts and all that. LOL So yeah, it's my first time to bond with my best guy buddy. Ang saya kasama!! Uber kwela and all. I didn't have a dull moment with him. T'ska he's my kuya~! Haha. My butler, driver, kargador and chuvaness. Bading yan~! JK lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yun, this day was fun for me. Kahit na di kami 'syado nagusap.. Teka. 'Di ata talaga kami nag-usap. Chuva talaga~! Tapos, Paw and Hazel told me I looked effing pale. Sa Figaro palang yun. Together with that.. Nahilo ako talaga. Grabe! I thought we're gonna watch Saw II pero it's okay na hindi since I felt na I'll be wasting my time and money. So yeah, we ate at BK. Haha. Nagbato-bato pik pa kami nila Paw para lang malaman kung saan kakain yung buong grupo. Ako- Jollibee, Hazel-McDo, Paw-BK.. Panalo si Hazel ata, eh. Pero ayaw ko ng McDo.. So BK nalang. Pucha dun rin pala ako talaga mahihilo. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAHIMIK lang ako halos. 'Di ko siya talaga nakausap. I'm afraid I might barf. Pale na nga, hilo pa. Ano ba meron sa french fries nila? So yun, sila nila Paw usap. Ako tahimik. Minsan sila ni Hazel usap. Ako tahimik pa rin. Ngiti. Leche talaga~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/IMG_1808.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sige ayun.. wala lang. Saya lang magshare ng nangyari ngayon. Chuva 'to bakla! So yun nga..&lt;br /&gt;Eto share ko lang.. Pumapayat na daw ako. Eto kinuhanan ko pic ko sa bahay nila Hazel kanina. OMFG. Nagulat din ako. Ewan ko lang kung tlaagang pumayat ako or what. Haha. Nadeceive lang siguro ako sa damit. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sale sa Folded and Hung kanina.. Di na ako nakapunta. Pero the store is calling me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige alis na ulit ako.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-113906838730585583?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/113906838730585583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=113906838730585583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113906838730585583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113906838730585583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/02/sharing-chuva.html' title='Sharing Chuva~!'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-113898547864885939</id><published>2006-02-03T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T00:51:18.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; The Music or The Misery - Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/IMG_1787%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I have a new layout and it's not bitchin' as the Ewan McGregor layout. I love Ewan.. It's just simple but Ewan's sexiness speaks for itself that's why I kept it that simple. I've just finished the layout today and well, I'm just lazy to do it yesterday since I was excited 'coz I'm going to Euro Star. But it's done and it features me. So yeah, I'm no Natalie Portman but what can you do? This is my blog. Just be jealous if you don't like what you're seeing. :D Haha. LOL I'm kidding. Well if you don't like it.. It's alright.. It's not my eyes that's suffering LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Maybe Memories? I don't know.. The song caught me and it's a better title than Photographs and Letters which sounds too corny~! Sige no more explanations about it.. Basta yun na yun.. LOL Pang Feb, eh. Araw ng mga ulol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Euro Star was bitchin', man! I wish the other PK's were there or some fellow Gaidens were with me~! It was cool and the fact that you're gonna barf there makes your 300/400PHP worth it. But yeah, I didn't barf.. My sister did. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/IMG_1788.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It's really bad that I didn't ride the G-Force (or Joker) it looked so fun and it's calling me to ride it~! But yeah, my cousin was kinda &lt;em&gt;mayabang..&lt;/em&gt; dare daw, oh? Pero she bailed 'coz "nahihilo" daw siya. Yeah, right! So yeah, sayang si TK, eh. :( She was supposed to be my partner/katabi dun kaso the Staff noticed her height. Haii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, we owned the Flume~! LOL We rode it for about what? 30 plus times or even more? No kidding, dude! There were a few people naman eh so there's no line. Haha! I really enjoyed getting wet with it and having to raise your hands and shout like a mad girl on drugs.. LOL Too bad, Anne wasn't able to join as at The Flume. It was fun to get wet pa naman at lalo na wala kang pamalit. LOL So yeah, wala lang ang laki ng arms ko. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Our first time there was awesome.. The first ride was The Booster. Pucha! Grabe! I got dizzy with that ride! Pero it was hecka fun! Tapos after that we rode the Flipper.. It was great kaso I got really nauseous after it. Grabe it took what? 30 minutes ata for me to recover. Tapos sabay Flume na kami LOL Ang saya talaga~! It was really memorable coz I also got to know my sister's kabarkada - Tropang Woah - LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="PANGET~!! LOL Pero enjoy pa rin.. Haha!" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/IMG_1792.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Tamang trip sa Carousel.. Pangbata lang yan hija~!" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/IMG_1797.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Anne and I.. Ako basang-basa na habang siya'y tuyong-tuyo." src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/IMG_1793.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Wala lang. Bleh~!" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/IMG_1794.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;February 3, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friendster Horoscope:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new element of fun is coming to your life -- chiefly in the form of a romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Detail&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been quite the sociable creature lately, for just about the entire week -- and for quite a while before that, too. Well, don't expect to kick back and be alone tonight. The universe has a surprise guest behind Door Number Three, and you'll probably choose it. See if there's still anything between you two. Spend the evening together, and pay attention to subtle signals. For example: Have they really changed, or is it all just an act?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Okay, when I read that.. I'm like.. CAKE~! LOL (Alk, lakas hatak.). Kung kailan sinabi ko na ayaw ko ng ganito 'tska siya dumating. Ted Hannah talaga~! Pero sige go with the flow nalang. Nangyari na, eh.. Magaling lang kasi manggood-time si God kaya ganito. Tawa nalang ako at ikakain ko nalang 'to. Haay.. Grabe naman. Torture nung una, eh. 'Di ko inaakala na mapapaamin ako dito. LOL (Naisip ko rin yung isa.. si kwan.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've noticed something.. It seems like I don't feel like making layouts on a Feb. Paano last year, wala rin gana, eh.. Pink rin yung layout.. Goshness~! Ano pa ba? Uhm, February was also the month I told my ex-crush that I was the one who's been crushing on him since what? IDK, when.. LOL Things were totally unexpected. Pero may kilig s'ympre. Pero kakaiba pa rin. Pauso talaga~! Nakakainis na nakakatuwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan, di ko na alam sasabihin ko.. Sibat na ako~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-113898547864885939?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/113898547864885939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=113898547864885939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113898547864885939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113898547864885939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/02/maybe-memories.html' title='Maybe Memories'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-113895397899945436</id><published>2006-01-22T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T00:55:57.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Lose A Cheering Competition In 10 Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Spoliarium - Eraserheads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; alt: " src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/IMG_1675.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Don't mind my title. Chuva ko lang yan (Ows~!). Well you see, yesterday we had our cheering competition. Akala namin Grand Slam na pero hindi. Sadly, we got beaten by the Sophomores. It was totally unexpected dahil mostly they thought the Freshies were our competition. Naramdaman ko yung pagkaunderestimate ng mga Seniors sa amin noon nung kami pa ay mga Freshmen pa lamang. Pero sa akin, 'di ko inunderestimate yung Sophies.. kwela nga, eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Di bale, sabi nga.. We're all winners. Although, losing can be really depressing, I just poured it out through eating and going out with some friends. Ayos lang naman, eh. We gave it all. I know we did it. It's just depressing that you don't know who's fault or who didn't yell out loud during the competition. Basta.. I'm just happy that this competition was bitchin' kasi our batch started it all. Those chuvaness and everything. At least we contributed a lot para kumita ang school sa fair. Nilalangaw na kasi noon. JK lang. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gago lang talaga si Andrei kasi iniwan niya kami sa ere. Umasa kami sa gagong yun. Taena talga~! Isang siyang bading! Lech siya. Haayy.. Sige frustated and depressed pa din. Di na ako magpapakaplastik kasi totoo.. 'Di pa rin ako makapaniwala na sa huling taon namin doon pa namin di nakuha ang tropeyo. Di ko pa ganoon katanggap. Ang sakit, eh. Grabe nung sinabing first runner up kami, talgang doon na ako umiyak. Sakit.. Para akong nawalan ng damit. Nahiya rin kasi ako, eh. Biro mo ang laki ng expectations ng mga tao sa batch niyo ka wala, eh. Nagdesisyon na ang mga hurado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta.. bitter ako ngayon pero siguro sa mga susunod na araw wala na 'to. Matatanggap ko na kasi, eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Welcome back, Mommy~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; alt: " src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/IMG_1686.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Kauuwi lang ng aking Mommy Miyagi galing States.. (Itatagalog ko na ba 'to lahat? Sige na nga.. Nasa mood ako talaga, eh. Chuva!) Ayun, after the competition, ako'y nagpunas na ng luha at sumama kanila Babez para antayin makapunta ng Megamall ang aking mga Gaiden friends. Sa bahay nila Babez, la lang usap kami kung ano nangyari nung competition. Medyo tahimik lang ako nun talo pa kasi. Tapos ang kulit pa ni MM sa text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguro mga 6pm na ako nakaalis dun kanila Babez. Ayos naman magtricycle papunta ng sakayan, eh. Ang kinatakutan ko lang naman ay yung pagtawid papuntang Mega. Pano takot ako tumawid talaga. May trauma na ako d'yan. Muntik na kasi masagasaan si Errica ( at isama mo na rin kami dahil malapit ako sa kanya nun) nung papunta kami ng LSM. Puchang driver yun! Anyway, natakot talaga ako dahil takot rin ako sa mga snatcher! May dala pa kasi akong backpack at paperbag nun, eh.. Na sana iniwan ko nlang sa school. Pucha talaga. Kalalagay ko lang ng pabango, nagamoy usok galing sa mga bus ako. At ako'y namawis nanamn dahil sa sobrang init sa labas. Ayun nakarating ako ng Mega, medyo pagod kasi naka heels ako. Nagiingat nga rin ako na 'di matapilok dahil medyo pagod na ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung makarating ako sa Mega, nakita ko na si Itachi - si Freddy - ang tangkad kasi kaya nakita ko nakaagad kahit na isang beses ko palang siya nakita. Nagwave ako sa kanya ngumiti naman siya pagkatapos nakita ko na si MM, Martin at Lei. Hinanap ko talaga si Momie Miyagi since siya naman talaga ang gusto kong makita.. Yung kalahati nun.. Ahh basta. :D Haha! May secret ako, eh. Tska nalang mga mare! Ayun, tapos nakita ko sila at pumunta kami ng CR para mag-ayos.. Thank God! Makakapagayos na ako ng buhok and chuva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatpos, picture picture sa Tronix.. bili ng food sa Tokyo Tokyo.. Kaso nainis ako sa sarili ko kasi may nagawa akong 'di kanais-nais. Leche! Umiiyak na nga ako nung papunta kami ng Food Court, eh. Nagpapahuli para di agaw atensyon. Tska kahiya makita nila ako umiiyak. Yaw ko nun, eh. So yun sa food court ako ang &lt;strong&gt;pinaka&lt;/strong&gt; tahimik na bata. Naisip ko lang mga pinagusapan namin ni Joy. Sad pa rin at gusto ko na alaga umiyak ulit dahil naghalo lahat. Yung pagkatalo namin sa cheering, ang nagawa ko kanila Joy at Rheine (mga hija, si Joy ay lalaki), at ang pag-iyak ni Joy. Nakakalungkot talaga. Sige next episode. Lech.. haba ng araw ko kahapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sige/Quiddity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/1600/IMG_1700.psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/IMG_1700.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nakakainis naman, di ko napanood sila Errica magperfom sa Battle of The Bands.. Inuna ko daw kasi si ano.. sabi nya.. LOL Pero masaya ako kasi nanalo sila. Kahit na medyo nadown sila dahil maraming commitments yung ibang memberssa iba't-ibang pinaggagagawa sa school. Feeling ko nanalo na rin ako, eh. Seniors kasi nanalo sa Battle of The Bands. Nag-aaply na nga ako para maging mangaer ng Quiddity. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naniwala nman ako na kaya talaga nila yun, eh. Magaling nga sila kahit nung practice palang. Haayy.. Sobrang saya ko talaga nung nanalo sila~! Si Errica nanalo ng Best Guiarist, Melai -best Drummer, Nina - best Keyboardist, Pyra - best in Bass. Kapatid ko rin kasali sa Battle of The Bands.. Zero Degree yung banda nila and she plays the bass. Ayos rin sila kaso sablay sa Voz. Sayang si Mecca 'di nanalo ng best voz. Ayun nga.. Masyado ng mahaba ang araw ko kahapon na pagod na talaga ako. Chuva talaga! Haayy nako.. Gusto ko makita yung vid ng Quiddity~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; alt: " src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/IMG_1689.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Tapos ayun muntik ko na makalimutan yung 6 Cycle Mind nagperform sa school. La naman ako masyadong interest sa kanila nung pagdating ko dun kahit nung una excited ako. Wala, eh. Dala ng mga nangyari sa akin kahapon na pagkalungkot-lungkot.. Sige ayun lang.. Sobrang haba na nito. Nakakapagod na rin magtype mga bakla kayo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta ayun gusto ko lang ishare na bestfriends si Ms Goloy tska si Ney. Well sino ba hindi nakakalam niyan? Ayy oo nga pala eh di yung mga nakakakilala sa kanila. Chuva nalang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos eto pictures pa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheering Competition&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="SENIORS MAKE YOU LOSE CONTROL~!" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/200/IMG_1679.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img alt="It's us the Seniors who's driving you crazy.." src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/200/IMG_1681.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outbreak 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/200/IMG_1691.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/200/IMG_1695.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/200/IMG_1696.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/200/IMG_1697.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-113895397899945436?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/113895397899945436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=113895397899945436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113895397899945436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113895397899945436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/01/how-to-lose-cheering-competition-in-10.html' title='How To Lose A Cheering Competition In 10 Days'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-113819905434621624</id><published>2006-01-20T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T22:28:24.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciating</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Time After Time - Matchbox Twenty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/IMG_1654.psd.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It's so nice to see your work worn by other people. I've never felt good. Actually, when I first saw the outcome of the shirt I didn't like it. It never reached my expectation. But everyone said, "it looked good", "it looks so nice". I didn't think of it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to know more if most of the people really liked it. Of course, they'd be wearing it and who wants to wear a shirt that they hate. I really don't want them to waste their P150. But that's entirely not the case. Of course! They'd ask who made the shirt and all that shit.. And everybody would be expecting Errica to do it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I wasn't thrilled to know that there were teachers who wants to buy the shirt. I was trying to make it to the "Idol level" 'coz I want everybody to be happy. I mean, I want it to reach their expectations. I don't want it to be lame.. I don't want it to be super simple. I want it to look the way they want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/IMG_1648.psd.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;But yeah, after the play I realized that it was nice. I see it worn by teachers and you know what makes me feel good? After the first showing of the play there was this parent who wanted to buy one for her kid. I loved the feeling. Your work being sold and to be worn and be liked by someone was actually nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my busmates were like.. "May binebenta pa bang ganyan?" And when they found out I made it they were clapping. I felt so appreciated. I loved it. I really loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that I was actually afraid because everybody likes what Errica designs. I'm just afraid that if I design something - that in my eyes looks good and to others it may look bad - they'd wish that it was Errica who should've designed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to thank everyone who liked it. I am happy now with the shirt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-113819905434621624?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/113819905434621624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=113819905434621624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113819905434621624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113819905434621624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/01/appreciating.html' title='Appreciating'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-113895535107157327</id><published>2006-01-14T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T00:55:17.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NARNIA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Narnia-static&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Are You In - Incubus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/200/IMG_1623.psd.jpg" border="2" /&gt;We watched Narnia today~! It was awesome I love it! William Moseley was really good in it. The animation and CGI effects were just soo WOW! I love the war scene~! It's fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch it again~! NARNIA addiction. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, while watching it I have noticed that Mr Tumnus and uhh Lucy.. were kinda.. Hmm.. Have some connection or something. While watching it I was laughing my heads off! The movie was fun but it went to the point that I felt it was kinda gay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like when the war scene was about to start, Peter asked the centaur:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Will you stay with me?&lt;br /&gt;Centaur: 'Till death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! My sister and I were laughing our asses of inside the movie house! But yeah, without that the movie's still nice! It's still a battle between good and evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah,my butterfly face paint was rockin'. I love it~! Wish I know how to do it on my face LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/200/IMG_1636.psd.jpg" border="2" /&gt; &lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/200/IMG_1629.psd.jpg" border="2" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Haha! At ngayon ako'y nagpapakavain. Hihi. Fave ko yan ngayon kaya kayong mga bading magsawa kayo sa mukha ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-113895535107157327?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/113895535107157327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=113895535107157327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113895535107157327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113895535107157327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/01/narnia.html' title='NARNIA!'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-113682433648263569</id><published>2006-01-10T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T00:32:16.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Awake</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;/strong&gt;sleepy as fck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Why Do You Love Me - Garbage (for the nth time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh yes, I'm still up and its past my bed time. I had such a wonderful day today. I don't know what kept me high but after dinner with my friends, we looked kinda high on caffeine. We were taking pictures left and right which makes it more funnier 'coz its not &lt;em&gt;vainism&lt;/em&gt; but its just for the sake of letting the time pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. And yeah, I talked to meh new Daddy! I sense that I'm gonna be a Daddy's girl. LOL Kiddin'. Of course I know I'd be spoiled again. Haha. LOL But it sure was fun talking to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post our pictures tomorrow. Ayt?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-113682433648263569?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/113682433648263569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=113682433648263569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113682433648263569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113682433648263569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/01/still-awake.html' title='Still Awake'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-113662324348976777</id><published>2006-01-07T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T16:40:43.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth or Dare?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;/strong&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Under Pressure - The Used and My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Not like your ordinary truth or dare, this is the "myspace way", so you don't get a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to tell the person who posted this bulletin the absolute truth of how you feel about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that you think about them.Just do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send it in a private message and then if you have the guts, repost this question to see what people think of you. You think you're up to it?Tell the truth!REPOST THIS IF YOU CAN HANDLE THE TRUTH...&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;To: fjakohsldafhn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want the truth? I like you (well used to). The first time we got to talk to each other.. It was amazing. I didn't speak much because I'm afraid of saying things that might scare you away from me. I think you're really beautiful both inside and out. I always talk about you or right your name when I get the chance. You made my world spin for a while but I found out you have (had) a girlfriend and my fantasies should stop from there. I think it would still be cool to be your friend. You're awesome and we can rule the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Christina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano akala n'yo sinend ko? Hindi. I'm not going to say that to him because he's dating someone and I want him to be happy. Besides, I've moved on with him (quite). Today is a new story.&lt;br /&gt;Haay naku. Wish ko lang naging close tayo, noh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-113662324348976777?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/113662324348976777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=113662324348976777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113662324348976777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113662324348976777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/01/truth-or-dare.html' title='Truth or Dare?'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-113656004738972779</id><published>2006-01-06T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T23:07:27.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: &lt;/strong&gt;Under Pressure - The Used &amp;&amp;amp; My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Aww, damn. I'm sooo sleepy but I have some other things to do and I'm too lazy to even do it right now. I still need to wake up early 'coz we have a Cheering Practice tomorrow. Ughness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so damn sleepy that I could just sleep in our Study Room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our cheering practice today and starting on Monday, I'd be going home at 8pm. It's all fun and determination and discipline, too. I'm excited for the 21st. Our last performance and I hope we still make it. But our competition gets tough. The batches at our school becomes competitive each year which makes everything so juicy and makes us so nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotion took over me yesterday. I can't blame myself, though 'coz I've always been like that. I hope someone here &lt;strong&gt;understands&lt;/strong&gt; besides Rina. I can't type anymore.. I'm about to type something like fjsafjskajfuckfjkaslfjsdka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I'm so cuss-tastic. Another word for my dictionary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-113656004738972779?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/113656004738972779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=113656004738972779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113656004738972779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113656004738972779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/01/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-113646834299606014</id><published>2006-01-05T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T21:47:00.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayoko</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: &lt;/strong&gt;One Last Time - Join The Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Haay. Tagalog muna tayo, p'wede? 'Di dahil pagod ako mag-Ingles pero minsan mas mainam maglabas ng sama ng loob o kung ano man nararamdaman mo sa iyong sariling Wika.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teka lang:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't worry. Don't worry. Things will turn out right. Don't worry."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung kinanta o sinabi man yan sa akin ni Biboy sa mga oras na 'to.. Kalahati lang siguro sa akin ay giginhawa. Nakakagulat, noh? Bakit nga ba ako ganito? 'Di naman ako &lt;em&gt;malungkot,&lt;/em&gt; eh. Nahadlangan? Bigo? Siguro. Ay 'di lang pala siguro - Oo pala. Ewan. 'Di ko alam kung bakit bigla nalang magiging ganito yung mood ko. Inalis ko na nga sa isipan ko yung nangyari kahapon, eh. Ayos lang kasi mapapalitan naman yun. Pero iba ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P'wede ko naman sabihin na kung ano yung "pagkabigo" ko ngayon. Pakiramdam ko talo talaga ako. &lt;em&gt;Duwag kasi ako.&lt;/em&gt; Ayaw ko sabihin dito kasi takot ako na baka may isipin yung ibang tao. Ayan nanaman! Iniisip nanaman kung ano ang sasabihin sayo ng tao. Ilang beses ko na nga 'bang sinabi sa sarili ko na 'di ako makikinig sa kanila. Ako ito, eh. Hindi sila. Makikinig ako pero 'di siya lalabas sa isang taenga makukulob lang siya sa akin. Nakakainis talaga. Duwag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanina masaya ako kasi kasama ko si Errica. Ewan. Siya lang naman ngayon ang nagpapasaya sa akin, eh. Hihirit lang siya tuwang-tuwa na ako. Ano nga ba iniisip n'yo? Lesbyana ako? Hindi, ah. Ayan na nga ba, eh. Takot. Ayaw mo isipin nila na may namamagitan sa inyo. Magkaibigan lang naman kayo diba? Oh, so? Paki nila. Ang tao maraming iniisip pag nakikita ka nila 'di mo alam kung masama na ba yung nasa utak nila o wala lang. Minsan gusto ko kumatok sa mga ulo nila baka sakali malaman ko kung ano tingin ng tao sa akin. Baka masmagustuhan nila ako. Pero Puta! Ano ba? Ayaw ko magbago para lang gusto nila makita yung gusto nila makita sa akin. Ayaw ko na ng ganito! Naiiyak ako pagganito! Ayoko na! Ayoko na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Di ko na dapat pinapahalagahan 'to, eh. Ako 'to. Bakit kailagan pumasok pa sila sa isip ko? Kakilala ko lang naman sila, eh. 'Di ko sila kaibigan. Dahil ang kaibigan ko yun yung nakakakilala sa akin. Hindi lang sa alam kung ano ang buo 'kong pangalan pero kung sino ako sa ilalim ng maskara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam n'yo bang gusto kong sumayaw? Alam n'yo bang ayaw kong kinukumpara ako sa iba? Alam n'yo bang mabigat ako? Alam n'yo bang hinihiling ko na kalugdan ako ng iba? Alam n'yo bang nagsasawa na ako sa boses n'yo? Alam n'yo bang sana naging perpekto nalang ako. Pero ayaw ko maging perpekto - masasakal lang ako. Pasensya na. Ang labo. Ang gulo. Sana nainitindihan n'yo ako.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-113646834299606014?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/113646834299606014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=113646834299606014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113646834299606014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113646834299606014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/01/ayoko.html' title='Ayoko'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-113638337033073709</id><published>2006-01-04T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T22:05:08.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FCK. LaLaLa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; angry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;This is probably the first bad day I had for the year 2006. Eff, man! Just plain fuck came out today. I tried really hard to stray away from the thought of having a fucked up day. Today, I thought everything would be pleasant. Our cheering practices has just started and I was really looking forward to it that morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fuckin' irritated- not to mention furious. The only people that &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; made me smile/laugh today were Pam and Errica. I am just damn happy that they were just there and with no effort, they just made me smile and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what really happened? The things that I borrowed from my classmate and my cousin's friend fell of my schoolbus. The door kept on opening every time we pass by fuckin' EDSA. And with that incident, no one even bothered to say to our new bus driver (even my sister and cousins) that my things fell off the bus. I was seated in front because a bunch of retarded kids wouldn't move and sit properly. I left my things at the back of the bus because there wouldn't be any space left for my paperbags in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was fuckin' insensitive and is really pure &lt;em&gt;katangahan&lt;/em&gt;. I'm really pissed because the only time they told me that the Book (read: Harry Potter) and Scrabble fell off the bus was when we got to school. My sister was like, "Ate yung gamit mo nalaglag." Thank you very much, ha. &lt;em&gt;Salamat talaga sa pag-sabi. Ang galing. Kung kailan nasa school na dun n'yo pa sinabi.&lt;/em&gt; Ptng Ina talaga!! I really didn't want to cuss that morning 'coz even if I was mad at the kids, I don't want them to hear bad words coming from me. It would be too inappropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the lighter side, Pam made me smile during our Recess time. I had trouble with money because I'm saving money and all of a sudden, I have to break the cycle just to buy a replacement for the Harry Potter book and Scrabble set. And Pam was like, "&lt;em&gt;Mag-ambag-ambag nalang tayo. Para 'di ka na mahirapan d'yan.&lt;/em&gt;" Ang sweet ni &lt;strong&gt;P-Squared&lt;/strong&gt; sobra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errica has always been effortless when I'm in no mood and then I just see her I'm just okay. (Uyy, pare.. Issue na 'to). I don't know why but when I saw Errica during our recess the baggage was lessened. I don't know but maybe I just remember a lot of our jokes and trippings with Biboy and *****. I just talked to her the afternoon and I felt better. Errica=&lt;strong&gt;MAHIWAGA!&lt;/strong&gt; I love you, &lt;strong&gt;E=MC²&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biboy&lt;/strong&gt; + &lt;strong&gt;Errica&lt;/strong&gt; + &lt;strong&gt;Christina&lt;/strong&gt; = &lt;strong&gt;Mahiwaga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ayan, masaya na ako. I should change my mood to &lt;strong&gt;better&lt;/strong&gt; already. Haayy.. Therapeutic talaga magka blog. Ayan &lt;strong&gt;ayos&lt;/strong&gt; na ako.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-113638337033073709?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/113638337033073709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=113638337033073709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113638337033073709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113638337033073709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/01/fck-lalala.html' title='FCK. LaLaLa.'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-113619937519827573</id><published>2006-01-02T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T21:56:02.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This just in:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy New Year Everyone!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys had a blast^^ Smoochies! :-*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-113619937519827573?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/113619937519827573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=113619937519827573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113619937519827573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113619937519827573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-just-in.html' title='This just in:'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-113595433095254840</id><published>2005-12-30T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T22:52:11.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fdsahfdjhdsk</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Isang Minuto Sa Buhay Ko - Join The Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Kainis naman. Baka magquit ang best friend ko sa GSG dahil sa recruiter n'ya. Naiyak ako. Nag-argue kasi kami, eh. Ayaw ko siya magquit, eh. Dito kami nagkakilala. Parang nakakadisappoint kung mawawala siya. Ayaw ko, eh. Kahit alam ko 'di ako p'wedeng harangin desisyon niya. Ang dumb. Nakakainis. Walang Kwenta. Akala ko pang-tritrip lang. Baka seryosohin niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang. Sige. Un lang. Wala magawa, eh. Disappointed. Barado. Tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-113595433095254840?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/113595433095254840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=113595433095254840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113595433095254840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113595433095254840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2005/12/fdsahfdjhdsk.html' title='fdsahfdjhdsk'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-113595101729963420</id><published>2005-12-30T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T21:56:57.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prelude</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Jillian - Spongecola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year is 27 hours away from ending. 2005 passed by quickly. Time wasn't slow for this year. It was really fast and yet it was wonderful for me. It's practically the best year in my teenhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've met a lot of new people and they taught me a thing or two about life. People scared me, took the shit out of me, beat me up, complicate me, shake me, defy me, blamed me, backstabbed me, fought with me, ignore me, defended me, made me happy, praised me, understood me, cared for me and loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of good and bad things has happened to me and yet it made me and changed me into a better person. I am sometimes good. I am refrain to be bad. But from all these things I still learn. Learn from my actions, my mistakes, and my environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I salute everyone who has been a part of my year. 2005 is my year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-113595101729963420?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/113595101729963420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=113595101729963420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113595101729963420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113595101729963420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2005/12/prelude.html' title='Prelude'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-113577741145182740</id><published>2005-12-26T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T21:43:31.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Archer</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Beyond brilliant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Nobela - Join The Club (Try listening to them for 8 hours straight.. Masisira ang CD mo ang taenga mo hindi.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe this! I passed the Entrance Test at &lt;strong&gt;La Salle&lt;/strong&gt;! I cannot believe it! I thought I'd never pass DLSU because I failed to answer a few items but still I passed! Yes! Finally, I got what I really wanted! I passed my dream school! Thank God! Thank God! I am so happy! I jumped and screeched (like a fan girl) when I saw my name on their website! It was really cool! I passed. Thank God! &lt;em&gt;Lalong sumaya pasko ko!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/1600/dlsu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/dlsu.jpg" width="622" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;           'Di shado kita, eh. Pero ayos lang. Hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-113577741145182740?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/113577741145182740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=113577741145182740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113577741145182740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113577741145182740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2005/12/green-archer.html' title='Green Archer'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-113577686261609479</id><published>2005-12-25T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T22:19:03.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to&lt;/strong&gt;: Waalang Pakialam - Join The Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Merry Christmas to everyone! Hope you guys had a blast^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/IMG_1537.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This Christmas was really great. It was a simple celebration and yet I had fun. Even if we're not the same when we were little kids way back, it was still fun. Full of inside jokes from my dad and my tito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We heard mass first from 8-9pm and had dinner after. Lola never failed with her cooking. It was a sumptuous dinner. We waited for another two hours before December 25. We left our house when it was 5 minutes before 12 and went to Lola's house. There we had her wonderful sopas, lasagna, and inanggit. I was full but satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this Christmas I got an iPod from my parents. I really thought they bought me some shoes because of the box they placed the iPod in. I was quite hysterical for a moment! I was jumping and shouting with joy. I got an iPod! Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I also got a bag from Eumir (Daddy Foxhound), a cell phone case from Paula, CD Cases from Babez and Carlo, Keychains from Pam and Hazel, Lipgloss from Agang and P300 from Jam. She's my Mommy in our Kris Kringle. She gave me money so I can buy a CD of FOB because she can't find it. Anyway, I'd try to find one in other music stores. BTW, The star pillow was given to me by Miki for my birthday. I got earrings and a very cute pen from Gemma, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;"Christmas isn't about the gifts. Isn't about the pleasures that it may bring you once you open your gifts. It's about love and about Christ." I didn't buy presents (except for my baby in our kris kringle), all you have to know is I love you. Enough na yun diba?? About love naman ang Christmas, eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Palusot mo luma na.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;Pictures from our Christmas Party (my last Christmas party in High School)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/jonahroxychi%26tina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/jonahchi%26tina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/chi%26tin2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-113577686261609479?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/113577686261609479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=113577686261609479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113577686261609479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113577686261609479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas_25.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-113543931122642191</id><published>2005-12-24T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T22:22:41.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorable Day of 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: &lt;/strong&gt;Love Is - Join The Club (halaka adik ka!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: crosshair" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/IMG_1496.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yes! I'm back after a one and a half week of not having an Internet Connection! PLDT DSL is such a fag. Tsk. Poor Service! We should switch!! Anyway, I just had a blast I felt like a party coming up whenever I remember what happened to me last weekend (December 17 and 18).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already 16! A year older! How wonderful! In two years time I'll be *gulps* eighteen and legal! LOL But I don't want to think of it now. I'm already 16 years old and 5 days older. I still think I'm 15, though. I sometimes fail to remember that I just had my birthday 5 days ago! Anyway, I had fun celebrating my birthday with my friends and family! It was really memorable! I can still remember everything that has happened. Whenever I do remember it, I want to go back and just experience the whole thing again! It was the best thing ever! 24 hours isn't enough for all of us to bond. Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: crosshair" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/IMG_1472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GSG Christmas EB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 17, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived an hour later and I was kinda upset that I was late but the Gaidens who came early had to wait for other members, too. Everybody was talking and really getting acquainted with one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got there, Miyu approached me and showed me a plastic bag and told me, "Yuffie, Happy Birthday!" Aww, that was so sweet! She handed me her gift for me and all I could do was smile. I haven't bought a gift for her. She celebrated her birthday yesterday and I'll be buying her a gift, too! We all made &lt;em&gt;tambay&lt;/em&gt; at Starbucks! I bought another White Chocolate Mocha again and I was like quiet for sometime. Miyu was busy interacting with other people. Of course, she's the Co-Foundress of the clan. So, I had to wait for someone whom I can have a nice decent chat with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 2PM groups were formed for the GSG Extra Challenge! The picture up there is my group is &lt;strong&gt;Parokya ni Keitz&lt;/strong&gt; feat. Cardinals. Originally, it was supposed to be &lt;strong&gt;Parokya ni Yuffie&lt;/strong&gt; but I decided to change it to Keitz (JD's nick). Anyway, I'm just fine with it^^ It doesn't matter as long as we have a group name. It took us about uhh.. 15 minutes to think of a name LOL We came in Second Place which was fairly good. The first place for this GSG Extra Challenge went to the &lt;strong&gt;Axe Gang&lt;/strong&gt; and the third went to the &lt;strong&gt;Ryoga&lt;/strong&gt; group. It was such a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: crosshair" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/IMG_1444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had the Awarding Ceremony or the GSG Awards. We had this voting on our forum and I won &lt;strong&gt;Fashionista of the Year&lt;/strong&gt;. I was like laughing inside because I looked like Greenbelt was my house. I even said that &lt;em&gt;I don't look so fashionable.&lt;/em&gt; But anyway, after that, we had our exchange gifts and the one whom I picked out of the bag were Keitaro and Natsumi. The one who got me was my Dad Foxhound and Kafateed Elle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After exchanging our gifts, we then proceeded to Max to eat :) It looked like we got half of Max covered. LOL It was my first time to have dinner with my GSG Fam. I was really happy! And to top that the members sang to us a "Happy Birthday" song. Even the staff of Max song to the 4 December celebrants a Happy Birthday. It was cool and this Christmas EB was really memorable. It is really one of the happiest days I had with them! We should have these gatherings more often. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Genre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 17, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived late. I wasn't able to meet Chichi for my call time because I had dinner with my GSG Family. I went to school with Duo 'coz he was also invited by Tats. We rode the bus the easiest thing to get there! And I'd like to thank Duo for uhmm.. shouldering the expenses for the.. uhmm.. bus ride. &lt;em&gt;Kahiya!&lt;/em&gt; Thirty minutes after arriving &lt;strong&gt;they&lt;/strong&gt; came! Yes, the band that I was assigned to! The band that Errica introduced to me and the band that I loved to listen in the wee hours. - &lt;strong&gt;Join The Club.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/IMG_1495.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to our school parking lot to fetch them and Errica and I were really excited to see them &lt;strong&gt;LIVE!&lt;/strong&gt; We first saw Pao and then all of them went down their van. Then we started talking. Actually, we were there for quite some time. And then we had to direct Biboy to the Men's CR to do his thing. The Parking lot thing was really fun. If they weren't there for a concert &lt;em&gt;siguro nang good time nalang kami nila Errica&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/IMG_1490.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were really great! Really awesome live! They dedicated Lunes to me and Errica! It totally made my night! And.. they greeted me a Happy Birthday! Sweet. I wish I could go to one of their gigs. Hope they'd have it somewhere near Makati or in Makati or Fort. That would be awesome! Pao and Biboy were really fun to talk to! I was just irritated by those "fan girls" who kept on screaming and looked starstruck when they saw them. X-( That girl was like screaming like hell when Conj whispered something to her before they left. Uhh.. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Birthday Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 18, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/IMG_1520.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not I had a &lt;strong&gt;magician&lt;/strong&gt; for my 16th birthday. I know, it's too childish or whatever you wanna say but I haven't had a party in 2 years. I really don't like the idea of inviting so many guests that I don't know and then I'd end up not entertaining them. So, I liked it very much when I celebrate my birthday with my family and a few close relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The magician's name was Bill. He's from Las Vegas and he was totally amazing! I was really "wowed" by his magic. It's not too candy like other magicians. I really liked his magic! He knows his thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this magician for my birthday, it shows that I'm still a kid at heart and it also shows my love for magic; and probably this won't happen to me in the next years. I won't have a magician for my next birthday. But new teen stuff, but I'd like to make it more extraordinary. It's not everyday you have your birthday so why not come up with something to cheer the whole gang up, right? And yes, for the first time I'd probably invite my GSG Fam to my house. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday celebration was also fun, too. My barkada went to our house and we had fun. Pam freaked out because of the rabbit! LOL But it was also a memorable party 'coz it's the first time that I actually invited my own friends! LOL Pretty unusual but, yeah, for the past years I've always party-ed with relatives that I really don't know! Anyway, we took a lot of pictures, too^^ And yeah, after wearing that blouse I was wearing.. I kinda dig the 80's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pictures:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: crosshair" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/IMG_1500.psd.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: crosshair" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/IMG_1499.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: crosshair" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7664/620/320/IMG_1498.psd.jpg" border="0" /&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/13015974-113543931122642191?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/113543931122642191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=113543931122642191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113543931122642191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113543931122642191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2005/12/memorable-day-of-2005.html' title='Memorable Day of 2005'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-113577910409533720</id><published>2005-12-19T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T23:19:27.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday, Bitch!♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're already 16.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A year older, a year wiser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd like to thank the following people just for being a part of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are God's gift to me (even if some of you guys don't talk to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me anymore or we're all enemies):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom, Dad, Amanda, Clo, Abby, Paula, Det, Tito Gerry, Lola 'Ning, Lolo Ben,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Errica♥, Anne, Hazel, Pam, Babez, Jhay,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rina, Paw, Mark,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Miki, Gemma, Jenny, Charles, Nicole, JD, Alvin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ray, Christina, Eumir, Dhonie, Frances Nicole, Anna,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rheine, Joy, Jenny Candelaria, Camille Cuenco,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alex, Christian, MM, Carine, Chi, Jerome, Natz, Ginald&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Domz, Fabian, Tadz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ayra, Jazer, Lavz, Jam, Piar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;John,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Adrita (lahat na),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Join the Club, Sugarfree,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lola Des, Lolo Piling, Ate Jeanne, Ate Agnes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kuya Joseph, Tita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Marilyn,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Biboy♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pao♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tito Joel, Ate Wilma, Kuya Steve, Tita Lerma,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tito Ogie, Kuya Jeff, Erin, Ange,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rachel, Iony,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Camille Aguilar, Riqi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lola Cora, Lolo Carmi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the whole lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so thankful to have met you. Whether we're enemies..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm always here. Madali naman ako kausap, eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Diba sabi ko walang iwanan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[edit]&lt;/strong&gt;Nilagay ko lang. Kasi, eh. Had to post this even though we didn't have Internet connection for this day, eh.&lt;strong&gt;[/edit]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-113577910409533720?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/113577910409533720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=113577910409533720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113577910409533720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113577910409533720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-birthday-bitchyoure-already-16.html' title=''/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-113534455611017149</id><published>2005-12-12T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T22:39:57.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Benilde Cheat-er</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; not that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Lunes - Join The Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I took my Benilde Entrance Test yesterday. The last entrance test that I took and it went fairly well. I have hopes that I &lt;em&gt;may&lt;/em&gt; pass this one. Shame if I didn't. LOL Well, I mostly finish ahead of time during the test and most are not &lt;em&gt;hula&lt;/em&gt; so I'm kinda proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still sick, I still have a slight fever actually. I'm coughing every time. I'm wondering what my classmates are doing at this time? Tomorrow will be the start of our Quarterly Exams. Tomorrow's tests are Health and T.H.E. My classmates had Computer today and I'm wondering what kind of logical stuff they did for the PT. I just hope it isn't as hard because last time, my application went haywire according to my teacher. I got the program correctly and all I get is an 80??? WTF!? Geez, that was a big disappointment to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm here to share what happened yesterday at my room at CSB. Clo and I were both sick and was almost late for the exam. It's a good thing that our floor was the second to the last to be allowed to get inside. That Sunday morning, I didn't want to continue with the exam and I didn't care anymore if my parents paid P500 because I'm sick and I might barf during the exam! I didn't eat anything when I left for Taft and I just got two packs of M&amp;amp;M's. It was so sweet that it irritated my throat and allowed me to cough more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clo had her asthma attack and didn't continue taking the test for about an hour. She was outside our room and being attended to by the exam officials or whoever they are. Then after the break I learned from my cousin that some whacko cheated in our room. What a loser! He wrote words on his leg near his ankle (I guess). Our proctor has like eagle eyes for him to see that. Amazing! He caught a cheat! &lt;em&gt;Nakadekwatro&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;kasi kaya nakita rin. Bobo n'ya.&lt;/em&gt; LOL Anyway, I just wanted to share that 'coz I'm so bored in our house! I've got nothing to do and it sucks. Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-113534455611017149?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/113534455611017149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=113534455611017149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113534455611017149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113534455611017149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2005/12/benilde-cheat-er.html' title='The Benilde Cheat-er'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-113533019717826970</id><published>2005-12-10T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T23:44:14.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; tired-slash-happy-slash-awfully-sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Eternal Rest - Avenged Sevenfold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v46/sly007/gsgpic.gif" align="left" /&gt;I really had fun today 'coz I met up with some good friends at Greenbelt. We just had a get together and reminisced a lot! It was really funny I really can't contain my laughter. It was pure fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at us! LOL! I'm very far from where this picture was taken so I'm just tad small there! But anyway, it was so nice hanging out with these guys and gals! I'm very fortunate to have met them! Really! Sorry if it's that dark^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all first met up at Starbucks, I was with Miki and we chatted about gossips/rumors and issues in GSG. I was really shocked with the way some of the people in the clan had acted (some rumored). At first, I was really disappointed and well sometimes I just made fun of it instead of wallowing in disappointment. After all, I came there for some serious business and for some fun and bonding. It was really nice talking to Miki and Jenny! Girls and their secrets! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I want to rant about at this moment: The horrifying second smoke from fuckin' smokers. I was really coughing hard that time and made me a little dizzy. What a-holes! I really hate smoking and I hate it that it can really kill me. Second-hand smoke kills, too, you know. I wasn't able to contribute my opinion to them because I kept on coughing. I even sprayed perfume that I've just bought at Bench around me just to lessen the foul odor. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that afternoon, we went to Rai Rai Ken and ate again. There we talked more and reminisced more! It was really one great meeting! I really had fun; it made my day. I had to leave early because my dad and sister has some other things to attend to. Some of those are for groceries and stuffs we need for school. I had to go with them, which made me a little sad 'coz I'm leaving and we're like in the middle of good 'ol chit-chatting. I left at 4pm and waited for my Dad to fetch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v46/sly007/yuffmiyu2.gif" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v46/sly007/yuffmiyu.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to see these guys again on the 17th! Yey! I'll be missing them especially Miki!! I had fun talking to her! I hope I won't be sick at that time! Gosh, I got a slight fever! :( And tomorrow's my test for CSB (College of St. Benilde)! I hope I can make it though I'm not in the mood to take the test anymore. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is in 9 days LOL Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-113533019717826970?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/113533019717826970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=113533019717826970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113533019717826970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113533019717826970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2005/12/super-saturday.html' title='Super Saturday'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-113532835424771054</id><published>2005-12-09T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T16:59:14.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Culminating Activity</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; hap-hap-happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Again I Go Unnoticed - D/C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Friends at our Covered Court" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v46/sly007/jhaymeanne.gif" align="right" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was our culminating activity for our P.E. Class. I tried so hard not to make mistakes so I won't get a minus and a minus for our group. We dance La Jota Moncadeñia and I think it was fairly easy to dance but at the same time it can get you tired easily 'coz while dancing you have to tap or "click" your castanets. Gosh, my arms almost gave up even during our practices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had to wear our costumes. For our group, girls should wear a Maria Clara and for the guys, they should wear a Barong Tagalog. My costume was really long and we had to rent it for like P1500. And the &lt;em&gt;saya&lt;/em&gt; was like eaten by a rat. My mom and I didn't noticed it at first while we were browsing for costumes at Camp Suki. God, was that P1500 worthy? I'm like, the only good thing here is the top. Anyway, I had to settle for it since I need the costume so bad 'coz it's a big part of the dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v46/sly007/grouppic1.gif" align="left" /&gt;We had to take pictures after the activity 'coz it's also part of the requirements. I think it's also part of our project. Well, anyway, it was fun taking pictures! We had full of trippings that day! LOL Ming was really funny with all her poses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we get a good grade. I think our group has done a pretty good job with this one! It was really nice to dance a uhh.. folk dance. It's like the funk and the street dance during the 333 years that the Spanish colonized us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our third grading period is about to end! OMG! It's just so quick! I have like three more effing months to go before I leave highschool. Awww. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are our other pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v46/sly007/grouppic2.gif" /&gt;  &lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v46/sly007/grouppic3.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v46/sly007/grouppic4.gif" /&gt;  &lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v46/sly007/mepkjazerkae.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-113532835424771054?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/113532835424771054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=113532835424771054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113532835424771054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113532835424771054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2005/12/culminating-activity.html' title='Culminating Activity'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-113532633730020726</id><published>2005-12-08T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T23:39:46.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Power *Bump-Bump*</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Alpha Beta Omega - Bamboo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Babez and Pam at the Videoke Room @ Q-Station" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v46/sly007/babezpam.gif" align="left" /&gt;Yesterday, my barkada and I went to Power Plant to celebrate Anne's birthday. After a very stressing Monday and Tuesday we had our day-off. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really great because we were all there! Everyone was like happy and bonding. First, Errica and I went to O-Music Store to search for a U2 CD. And then we came across with the magazine stand there and we saw a P U L P magazine with &lt;strong&gt;Join The Club &lt;/strong&gt;in it. Of course, Errica rushed to buy it. She's really a big fan of JTC! She introduced the band to me and I love it, too! *Hums to the tune of Lunes*&lt;br /&gt;We went to Q-Station after and saw them singing. I really enjoyed it. It was all our first time to bond together after some months of not going out. I sang High by The Speaks together with Jhay and we got an effin' 100, man! It was so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;We don't have classes today and tomorrow will be our culminating activity. And on Saturday, I'm going to meet up with some friends for some get together stuff :) I think it's gonna be fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-113532633730020726?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/113532633730020726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=113532633730020726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113532633730020726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113532633730020726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2005/12/power-bump-bump.html' title='Power *Bump-Bump*'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-113413414386012712</id><published>2005-12-07T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T23:31:07.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will You Effing Marry Me?</title><content type='html'>Mood: mixed&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: My lovely lady lumps.. Watchacall that one? Ooh yeah, My Humps by BPE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I posted an entry here. But yeah, at least now I have the time. So today I visited my hi5 (which by the way is the crappiest networking site I've ever been.) account and I got two new messages from people I certainly don't know. It's just weird that people send me messages here and most of 'em are guys (old ones to be exact). So might as well have a lil bit of fun and share 'em to yah. Plus, I've been wanting to post this way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 2, 2005&lt;br /&gt;Stelio (Singleman), Greece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HELLO MY DEAR!! I LIVE IN GREECE (EUROPE). I AM LOOKING FOR A LIFE-PARTNER LADY. MY NAME IS STELIO. I AM VERY SIMPLE AND EASY PERSON!! I HAVE HOUSE, CAR, AND NICE JOB. AND I WANT SERIOUSLY TO ASK YOU: IF YOU WANT TO LIVE WITH ME HERE IN GREECE. I HAVE 4 PICTURES IN MY PROFILE, YOU CAN CHECK IT NOW. I WAIT YOUR REPLY!! WITH MY BEST REGARDS!! STELIO.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Now people are getting desperate these days. I wonder if he ever found his life-partner lady. In other words his whore. and please i totally know where Greece is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 22, 2005&lt;br /&gt;Manlove, Turkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will you marry me I will explain to you why I wish to marry whom I do not know .&lt;/strong&gt; I have divorced formerly I wish to draw myself a new life line .I want to fall in love with a girl whom I do not know and in time I wish to turn this love into understanding and friendship according to the language proplem I thing I can solve it in a short time . I hope understand me I am waiting your answer and if you come here when you come here I shell meet all the expenses ...sincerely...Sinan my mail sev__ama_aglama@bleepmail.com my mobilnumber +9054466341** lovers of turkey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--this fuckin' shocked me! really!! i still think that i'd marry a filipino. people scare me (really). *chews nails* until now its a shocker for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 4, 2005&lt;br /&gt;Atif, Pakistan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HI. HOW R U. I READ YOUR PROFILE AND I LIKE IT. CAN WE MAKE TRU AND NICE FRIEND BECAUSE YOU LIKE SAME LIKE ME. I WISH YOU MAKE MY FRIEND PLZ DONT THINK AND ACCEPT ME I AM VERY THANKS FULL FOR YOU. MY NAME IS ATIF BAIG MY AGE IS 23 I BELONG TO PAKISTAN AND I DO WORK COMPUTER SALE AND SERVICE THIS IS MINE. ITRULY TELL YOU. YOU R SOOOO GOOD LOOKING AND NICE. THXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX. TAKE CAREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. ALWAYS BE HAPPYYYYYYYYY. I WAIT YOUR ANSWER. MY ANOTHER ID IS: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;gotosmile2003@bleepmail.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--wow it's actually nice that people want to be really friends with you and not look at you as their bitch. i kinda like this message because it is so thoughtful. plus he thinks i'm good looking. it's rare that someone compliments you like that. this kind of people make me smile. (wow kapal ng mukha tlga. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 7, 2005&lt;br /&gt;George, Greece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ure too sexy......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--is that a pick-up line? psssh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 22, 2005&lt;br /&gt;George, Greece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hi baby!!!1 how are u? everything nice? u forgot me . did i do wrong because i told u that i want to meat u? if i did sorry but i was very ecxited ......... kalimera kai an ekana malakia sorry !!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--you again?! errr look i ain't your baby. and you didn't do anything wrong you just spelled 'meet' wrong. now i'm wonderin' were you hungry when you wrote this message?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 27, 2005&lt;br /&gt;Tan, Freeburg, MO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;intro pls... where u live? gt bf? weight/height? wat type of ger r u?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--demanding. i live in pluto. i have a boyfriend his name is grumpy. i'm 70lbs and 3'11". i'm a 'ger' and i type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 10, 2005&lt;br /&gt;Linda, Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hi how are you... i'm linda... from asia... like to be friends... i like hot sexy girls... you can email me at linda_hscb@bleepmail.com.** please send me your pic... thanks... luv linda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--i fancy hot guys &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know but I was shocked with people just finding their "mates" online. Parang in just one click, they could find themselves a bitch, a whore, a skank, or a girlfriend/boyfriend. But not everyone sees in the Internet is true. There are at least a thousand of liars lurking out there. I never trust people I meet online easily especially if they look like drug-addicts or convicts to me. It's not that I'm being judgemental but people can be really scary at times. Us, human beings, are really unpredictable creatures. One minute your good, the next you're doing something bad. But I never imagined the amount of desperation I see in this people. And yeah, you cann invent a different person in the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm kinda excited to start this RP in our forum. I'm going to play Jillian Skylar the trash-talker-slash-misunderstood-slash-snob. It'll be somewhat like me. It's a good thing but she is still brat-ish in this RP (Time for School).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to join the Cheerdancers for my Senior year. Yes, I finally found the courage to be a cheerdancer. You see, I've always participated in any dance wayy back when I was 6 years old. I used to be a ballet dancer but I stopped but my love for dancing didn't stopped there. I love to perform. I love the stage. It's my world. There wasn't a year in my elementary that I didn't dance. Whenever they would assign for some dancers in our activities I wanted to make sure that I take part in them. But yeah, the last time that I danced on stage that I had the guts to sturt my stuff was in my first year high. The last time that I danced on stage is for a plus in my World History was last school year (Junior year).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 3 years, I've been wanting to participate in the cheering competition. But I became this stupid shy girl that I let it go first. I became part of the pep squad which was so-so for me but I promised that I would join this year. Well, at least I had the guts right? Anyway, it's my final year not that I want to mess up but I just want to have a feel of what I may never do in college. I just hope that they'd pick me. But if they won't hey at least, I'd be able to perform. Yes, be part of the pep squad!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-113413414386012712?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/113413414386012712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=113413414386012712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113413414386012712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113413414386012712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2005/12/will-you-effing-marry-me.html' title='Will You Effing Marry Me?'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-113318911171906152</id><published>2005-11-28T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T22:52:49.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>November Out, December In</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; disappointed. hmpf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Lintik - Brownman Revival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! I cannot believe that the year is about to end. It's well.. hmm.. How do I say this?? My emotions are completely mixed! The fresh start of December marks those days where I'm gonna count my highschool days over. It's scary actually. You're leaving highschool and off to college in a couple of months later. I mean, c'mon! I've been studying in this school for almost half of my life and I'm leaving it. I'm leaving it and completely going separate ways with Adrita, my class - and PK, my barkada. I'm so attached to it that maybe I'd be lost because when I got problems, you just knock on Cecilia's door and call on Anne and cry on her if the class won't listen to me; or go to Bernadette and approach Errica and tease her with G or talk to her about music. We are so dreading the days that're coming our way. I wish before we completly part from each other, our plans to HK will continue if not Bora~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, December marks those days where I'm gonna turn 16 in what? 21 days? Gosh! Another year older~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess.. I should *gulps* start accepting the changes that may happen now that 2005 is ending. Ending. Hmpf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just watched GoF and left me quite disappointed. Until now, I totally wish Dobby was in that movie!! I so did - even if he was totally annoying at times. Ugh. JK should've interferred. Oh yes, the movie was released ages ago and I've just watched now. Well, I thought my friends and I were going to watch it but we changed plans a day before its first weekend on the market and then, had plans with Anne but didn't quite got it so I watched it with my family and cousins. And yeah, even before the movie was released, I know the lines already especially when Draco was turned into a ferret~!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ack. Hafta do homework and it's already late! :( G'bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, BTW, Just want to greet my two friends a happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Happy Birthday Gemma and JJ~!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-113318911171906152?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/113318911171906152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=113318911171906152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113318911171906152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113318911171906152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2005/11/november-out-december-in.html' title='November Out, December In'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-113239193448835273</id><published>2005-11-19T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T22:55:40.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My question box is now a-okay. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I added a clique section in my sidebar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BTW, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday to my cousin &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-113239193448835273?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/113239193448835273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=113239193448835273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113239193448835273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113239193448835273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2005/11/update.html' title='UPDATE'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-113239109524479894</id><published>2005-11-19T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T17:04:55.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Almost Lost My Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; blank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; All These Things That I've Done by The Killers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe it! My dad almost died! When he said those words, I had to control my tears from flowing because I don't want to cry infront of him. Those words really got me. He was smiling then but I wasn't. My expression was blank. Why do we have to know now when they could've told me for ages?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month ago after my retreat from Batangas, my grandfather fetched me at school. While in the car, he said, "Ooperahan tatay mo." I was like, "Oh no! Kulang ata yung dasal ko sa retreat." I replied to him and said, "Ganon po ba?" He replied again and said, "Oo, yung nanay mo nasa bahay kakauwi lang nung tumawag ka. Kaso nakita ko nagpapahinga kaya ako nalang sumundo sayo." I kept quiet for the rest of the trip. It was the first time in 5 years that I came home from the retreat dismayed, sad, and worried. But I tried to be optimistic in those times. I just thought that it's for the best. I wanted him to be safe and be well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I went to my parent's room and saw my mom getting clothes from the cabinet and then she said, "Alam mo na bang ooperahan daddy mo?" I answered her and said, "Opo. Kailan po siya ooperahan?" "This Saturday. &lt;strong&gt;'Wag muna kayo pumasok sa Friday, ha.&lt;/strong&gt;" She hugged me after that and I wanted to cry. But I said to myself that I won't cry. I really won't. And I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday came and I visited my dad again. He looked so well. He didn't even look like he was going to be operated. He didn't even look like he was the patient. I was happy to see my him because I haven't seen him for almost a week. And then, we had to leave by 4pm. We were there for the whole day and I can't help but pray and ask God for help. Dad needed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The operation was quite fast. It was finished in 4 hours when a bypass operation normally finishes for like 6 hours. I saw my dad in the ICU and even if we can't go near him yet he smiled at me. I was happy. God answered my prayer. I was thankful for He saved my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday, we all found out about Eddie Guerrero's death. Everyone was shocked. We were all talking about it. And then dinner time came, dad sat first and I was next. And then out of nowhere he said, "Alam mo 'bang muntik na akong mamatay nung inoperahan ako." I was shocked. &lt;em&gt;Dala ba 'to ng pagkamatay ni Eddie? &lt;/em&gt;I thought. I wanted my father to repeat what he said. I thought it was a crazy prank but he wasn't kidding even if he was smiling then. I just replied and said, "Talaga po?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad&lt;/strong&gt;: Oo. Kaya nga kayo diba hindi pinapasok ng Mommy n'yo nung bago ako operahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Bakit po?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad:&lt;/strong&gt; Kasi natatakot yung doktor na baka hindi ko kayanin yung operasyon, eh. Hindi ba kayo nagtaka kung bakit 'di kayo pinapasok ng Mommy n'yo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; 'Di po.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I almost cried but I don't want to cry infront of my dad. Now I know why I didn't win in that contest in HBO even if it was what I really wanted for so long. I was disappointed with God because he knew I wanted to win that contest but he didn't make me win. He knew that it's I've wanted to be in every premiere, set or whatever it is that's HP related but he didn't make me win. I had this realization that my dad's life is important than a 2-day trip to London. It will all be worthless if he *gulps* died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe God told my dad to tell me about his near-death experience. &lt;em&gt;Baka kasi marealize ko kung ano ang mas importante. Kung ano ang masnanaisin ko. Kung yung buhay ng daddy ko o yung gusto ko na 'di naman tatagal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I've understood what the statement 'God works in mysterious ways.' meant. He has a lot of plans for me. No matter how complicated it looks, you just have to trust Him. That conversation will always be a reminder to me that life is the greatest thing that God gave every human being on Earth. It is nothing compared to a 2-day trip to London. Life is important. You shouldn't waste it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-113239109524479894?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/113239109524479894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=113239109524479894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113239109524479894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113239109524479894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-almost-lost-my-dad.html' title='I Almost Lost My Dad'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-113223432144958144</id><published>2005-11-17T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T23:19:30.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loser</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: harry potter-esque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; You're Gone&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. How do I put this into words? Uhh.. Ok. Just so you know, I &lt;strong&gt;am&lt;/strong&gt; a loser. Yes, a &lt;strong&gt;loser&lt;/strong&gt;. Why? Because, I lost something because of something I did and I'm quite stupid. I could say that I had a lapse in judgement (sound too Gloria-ish). It's horrifying because a friendship that we both built for 10 years felt like it was ripped into pieces all of a sudden because of me. It is sad but I should've just understood her and not put her decision to forgive in my own hands. I am nothing but her &lt;em&gt;'best friend'&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the tenth month started out as fresh, we were in good terms. I had high hopes that when we get to Batangas, things will be ok between her &lt;em&gt;enemy&lt;/em&gt; of three years. I wanted them to reconcile because her grudge against her enemy, also my friend, was getting useless. I assumed it was pride that turned her into the person that I don't want to find in someone. Too much pride that was attached to her spine. I found her irrational. I found her unknown grudge to be the dumbest thing ever. Nobody knows what that is. Only she knows it; but I don't want to find out now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was our second day in Batangas, I had hopes that that night will be the night were everyone will turn back their grudges and get on being friends with each other. As far as I know, they were the only ones in our class who weren't in good terms and everyone wanted to talk to them and ask them, "What happened 3 years ago?" My friend was clueless of what she did to my &lt;em&gt;best friend&lt;/em&gt;. That night came and I made every glance that I could make while they were talking in the lobby. I was quite happy that they were talking about what happened, but that was only short lived. My friend thought she was forgiven; she looked like a fool. I almost lost my composure with other people hearing what's my deal with her pride, after that I didn't bother to talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could someone be irrational? I hate it. I could remember every word we threw at each other inside the chapel. I wanted to pound her in the head at that time and make her realize that she's making a mistake. She's making someone suffer for something that she's innocent about. When we were on our way home, I didn't utter any words to her. We were both quiet. I made her feel what my friend felt for three years. But with every action done, there's a consequence. It did. We lost the bond that kept us together. I should've done something. I should've let her know what I felt because that's what bestfriends &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't talk to her for weeks. I sometimes made eye contact with her in those times, but I'd look away and shrug. I managed to find a new 'barkada' in our own class. I felt happy because it was like freedom unwrapped from its cover. I had new friends with me in class. But I also felt that not talking to her was getting dumb. Cee was right, my plan on making her feel the way my friend felt might backfire. I might lose our friendship. It almost did. I knew I had to patch it up right away. I did. And I guess, a 'hi' could always change things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are back to normal, but not as normal as it was before. But for me, it's still weird. We lost track of each other in those two weeks. I'm a loser. I'm a loser. I'm a loser. I lost in my own game. I played it without minding the consequences. Right now, I'm trying to construct the missing pieces of the puzzle. I regret making that decision. I didn't think twice. I acted right away. Now I know why discernment is really a big part in every decision makin we do. Something that I should've dug deeper in my CLE class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPDATES:&lt;/strong&gt; Question box is out of order. It's messed up. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{EDDiE GUERRERO;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he's dead. He is such a great wrestler and he ought to be in the Hall of Fame.&lt;br /&gt;Viva La Raza!&lt;br /&gt;Rest in Peace, m'boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-113223432144958144?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/113223432144958144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=113223432144958144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113223432144958144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113223432144958144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2005/11/loser.html' title='Loser'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-113188379663934479</id><published>2005-11-13T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T18:55:04.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makati Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; mind swinging&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Prom by Sugarfree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the longest day last Friday (well, I feel that it is, really!) To start our morning, of course we had our flag ceremony and then we ended up not havin our worship but takled about class stuff. So the real activity starts with our batch going to the AFP theater. It is a requirement for us to watch the play El Filibusterismo which is based on the novel of our national hero - Jose P. Rizal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to wait for over 2 hours just to get inside the theater. It was so friggin' hot outside! But to make up for all the 'hotness' that my friends and I were feeling we ate hotdogs inside for a quickie and then we talked about our class-family tree. LOL So yeah, after two hours we got inside the theater. I even brought with me a Harry Potter book. Haha. See, I'm trying to finish the GoF before it hits the theaters here in Manila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The play was ok. It wasn't uberly extravagant but it's the best I've seen so far. Don Simoun was played by Wowie de Guzman. &lt;em&gt;The&lt;/em&gt; Wowie de Guzman that was paired to Judy Ann Santos in the 90's. He looked like Willy Wonka in the first scene. It was so funny 'coz he sometimes mispronounce some Filipino words. And then what catched my eyes were the guys who played Isagani and Juanito Pelaez. The part that they were in was probably one of the best. I didn't catch his name, well actually I forgot his name. But I'd definitely ask my classmates. So the play ended at quarter to one in the afternoon. We soon got in the bus, it was soo hot outside. We took pictures :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Classmates @ the AFP Theater in Quezon City." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v46/sly007/afptheater.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we ate at our canteen and celebrated Adrita's retreat monthsary. It was really cool 'coz the class is soo bonded. Everyone just likes everybody (I guess.) But really, in the years that I've been studying here in CSR, this is the first and I was happy to see everyone dig in with the Bihon, Barbeque and Lumpiang Shanghai! LOL I'm wondering what're the things we're gonna do for our Christmas party?! Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the retreat-monthsary celebration, we left the school to go to Mecca's house. It's her dad's funeral and we wanted to give out our condolences to her and her mother. But before that, we went to Nancy's house for a stop-over and waterbreak. LOL We stayed there for about an hour. Her house was like The Grudge, yo! No wonder some of our classmates are afraid to go up to her room because of their stairs. Anyway, we took pictures again. (Puff pose inspired by &lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/pinkfluffypillows" target="new"&gt;Chimera&lt;/a&gt; a.k.a Nicole)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Nancy, Me, Jazer, Camille and Clo @ Nancy's house." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v46/sly007/housepics.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok, after Nancy's house we went to Camille's house to drop off Jam's guitar. And then, our journey to Mecca's house starts. It was quite rough. We had to take the Jeep first and the fuckin' driver droped us off at Guadalupe. He tricked us 'coz he said his stop is at Market! Market. Fucker. Hmpf. And then, we had to wait for another 30 minutes to find a taxi. It was a good thing that I stumbled upon this uhh.. pirated DVDs and VCDs and there I found the one movie that I've been dying to see for months! I found a P35.00 Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children VCD!! Yes, and the effin' manong even told me that it was a clear copy. Asshole. It was totally &lt;strong&gt;not.&lt;/strong&gt; Anyway, I was contented with that.. I just wanna see it but Paw will rip me a copy of it! Yey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And then we got a taxi who wanted the five of us to pay P30. 00 each. His reasons were: 1.)"Lima kasi kayo, eh. Baka mahuli pa ako d'yan. Dale pa ako!" 2.)"Alam niyo bang mahal ang gas ngayon." Anak ng pating! Kuya, alam mo 'bang bumababa na ang presyo ng gasolina ngayon? Anong tingin mo sa amin hindi nakikinig ng balita at hindi 'street-smart'? Gago ka pala, eh! At Kuya, hindi rin kami tanga para bayaran ka ng lampas P100.00 para lang makapunta ng Market! Market! dahil sobrang lapit lang nun. Gago ka talaga! So yeah, guess what, he's asking for us to pay him over a hundred pesos, ends up that we only have to pay P50.00. Gago talaga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So we arrived at Market! Market! walked all the way to the 'sakayan of the tricycles' and then we're off! We got there around 4:30pm. And yes we got to talk to Mecca. Romance blooms (again?) Big secret there. LOL But yeah, it was good seeing her again. Her whackiness (such word?) is really missed. So we stayed there for about an hour and went back to Market! Market! to find a cute stuff toy for our class-family tree. And we had this mid-shopping impulse. But we had to control ourselves. Ugh. I'm coming back to Market! Market! sometime next week! I should!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So yeah, there're still pics that I need to upload. My fingers are now tired but yeah, I'll be updating again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPDATES&lt;/strong&gt;: I fixed my sidebar hope you noticed it. I added new links :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-113188379663934479?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/113188379663934479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=113188379663934479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113188379663934479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113188379663934479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2005/11/makati-journey.html' title='Makati Journey'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-113163803372112409</id><published>2005-11-10T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T23:53:53.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Single Anniversary To You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Soul Searching?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; No Ordinary Love by Urban dub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's is so damn official biatch! I am single for a year!! Well, normally, we girls know alotta dates and well, how can I ever forget this day? This is the day that we could've been a year and 4 effin' months. LOL But I broke up with the git 'coz well I fell out of love because things between us never seemed to work out. It's a sad story but well, things happen not because they just happen, it's also with the person. With every decision taken, something happens and for sometime I belive, fate makes a little twist but yeah, really, I believe that it's with the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't know if I'd call the relationship that I had as something real. Trying to go over the things that happened.. man I'm pretty sure that it wasn't "real" it was a fucked up relationship. That's why I tagged "it" relationship with the song "The Best Deceptions and Saints and Sailors" by D/C because the song says all the things that happened in those months. I don't know. First love for me probably sucks. The way I look at it was special in some ways, it was memorable, but the bloke whom I've fallen in love with? Ha! No. He was special for a time but completely not boyfriend material (just like what Shekai said - his other ex) and completely leavable (such word?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be left by someone is probably the worst thing any of us can feel but if you come to think of it.. Goodbye maybe something unfair. 'Coz as the quote I once read said, "Why would you say Hello, if you're only going to say goodbye?" It hurts but someone has to stay and someone has to leave. It always happens. That shit always happens (even if we don't want it to happen) but even if they or he/she leaves, there's always a memory for you to pack a long in your adventure and journey in life. Memories, for me,  will never be stolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my life as a single? Hmm.. It has been great. Honestly, sometimes I'd feel it sucks being single because of all the people you see as couples but I was wrong. I'm pretty sure that, I have to enjoy it now 'coz in the next 10 years or so, I'd probably be attached to someone and will forever love him. Don't get me wrong, but I miss being taken because I feel there's always something not complete with the prevoius relationship I had. But for now, I got to enjoy what's infront of me now. I'm not gonna search for that someone, nor will I ever force my feelings to one bloke who may never be worth it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, there's always the advantage of having no M.U. or even a boyfriend LOL I can always save for myself! Haha! Text messages back then cost me P1000/ week! It's fucking nuts when I could've just shopped for myself! Dammit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-113163803372112409?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/113163803372112409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=113163803372112409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113163803372112409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113163803372112409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-single-anniversary-to-you.html' title='Happy Single Anniversary To You!'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-113154945843351415</id><published>2005-11-09T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T23:05:58.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ATTENTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too everyone that has asked me for a l/e, I'll be uploading the buttons any day this week. I'm &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; sorry for the delay. I kinda got lazy T_T Gomen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, I posted my effin' funny pic at the GSG Forum. LOL It's funny for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Funkidelic @ Blogspot" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v46/sly007/IMG_1379.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Possible Captions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Ooooppsss.. I didn't steal your boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2.Who you to be accusing me of fartin'?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3.Did you say dementors want me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yeah, I fuckin' passed my first math test for this short quarter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I only got 6 mistakes. Good enough since it's not everyday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that I get a score like this in my Math class!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yeah, I got picked as one of the players for Table Tennis for Intramurals '06!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm.. Hope I'd do great?! Hope's up, hoe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha, yey! I'll be a year single tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's so cool~!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My barkada's greeting me! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got to go to bed now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Toodles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh BTW, I hope I win the win a trip to the OotP set!! Bwahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-113154945843351415?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/113154945843351415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=113154945843351415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113154945843351415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113154945843351415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2005/11/attention.html' title='ATTENTION'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-113154867223268482</id><published>2005-11-06T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T23:08:22.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REUNION</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood: &lt;/strong&gt;bummed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Soul Searching by Urban dub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yesterday was the GEB of GSG! After almost a year of not seeing them, I finally got the chance to meet them! I was really happy that those people I know came (except for Elle (Gemma) and Scythe (Mark)). Suppose to be, the "EB" would be a picnic but due to lack of time and planning, well, we settled for a "tambayan" infront of Lydia's Lechon at the Glorietta Food Court. We planned for the next meeting and the other chuvaness. LOL Top secret! Anyway, I was hoping to get really many photos but I ended up getting three :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="GSG Family infront of Lydia's Lechon @ Glorietta." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v46/sly007/gsg1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So yeah, the people I've been dying to see for so long were Miyu (Miki), Keisuke (Paw), Chidori (Jenny), Keitaro (JD), and of course Momie Xyanpse (Rheine)!! So yeah, the EB was so laughable for me for some persons. I mean, I could watch it for a hundred times and I won't quit laughing! Honestly, if I had just taped/recored it would've been very entertaining for me! But yeah, I just realized I'm such a retard not to think that the effin' camera I brought can record videos. Fucker.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway, it was nice to see old faces again. I was glad I was able to talk to Flik and Miyu!! That was so fun and it was top secret.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Today is our GSG Monthsary!! Yippeee~!! Happy 41st monthsary! 8 more months and we'll be 4 years now! I'm so happy I joined this clan. It's really my second family!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;To finish it off, here's a pic of me and Miyu: (Sorry for being fat. They noticed I was getting fat, too.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Miyu and I @ the GSG EB in Glorietta!" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v46/sly007/yuffandmiyu.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh yeah, I'm bummed 'coz I'm going back to school now. Sembreak's over. It sucks, really. Okay, trying to be optimistic here.. Hmm.. &lt;strong&gt;ALLOWANCE!!&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/13015974-113154867223268482?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/113154867223268482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=113154867223268482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113154867223268482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113154867223268482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2005/11/reunion.html' title='REUNION'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-113099541205744858</id><published>2005-11-03T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T13:23:32.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funkidelic Operation</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; bored like fjskldfj hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Reinventing The Wheel To Run Myself Over - FOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I decided that I won't change my url anymore. Nu-uh. I think Funkidelic's cute. LOL. Well if you're kinda slow in knowing what it is it's a combination of Funky and Psychedelic. I think when it comes to 'domains', I'm not that überly creative with those. I'm like thinking of stuffs that's sooo vague. I want something really cute and soo me. So yeah, thank heavens I got this! Other people have been suggesting for me to get a hostee, but I think I'll just get one when I feel like it. And there are other hosts that requires that you should update every two weeks or whatever shits. I'm such a lazy ass! I don't think I can do that. Firsts are always better and I had my first blog here in Blogger, I don't think they'd delete you or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I've come up with a list of what I should do with my blog now. Here's the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Update&lt;/strong&gt; weekly. (2 or 3 posts a week is fine.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Make layouts every month or &lt;strong&gt;every&lt;/strong&gt; 2 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Add pictures if you have 'em. Reading can be &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; boring at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Post&lt;/strong&gt; something sensible. 'My day is boring..' post is crappy sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Don't&lt;/strong&gt; go on Hiatus because the guy you like is in love with someone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Sometimes it's &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt; to cuss. But not on every fuckin' sentence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;And yes, it's a blog homework. I hope I get it right or Snape'll slap my book on my face. It's really scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tempted to post my HP thoughts for Book 7 but I'm effing scared 'coz someone might steal it. It's too creative to be stolen. LOL Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Boastfulness impulse &lt;strong&gt;rising.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medication &lt;strong&gt;needed&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Cured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm relieved. If I were to mee J.K,  I'd plant this ideas to her head! When are we ever gonna meet Rowling? I always meet new in my wildest dreams, when can I meet you in reality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[thoughts]&lt;/strong&gt;I'm planning to have a graphics site. As in the blending crap stuff. And then I'm planning if on having a Multiply account. Hmm..&lt;strong&gt;[/thoughts]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-113099541205744858?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/113099541205744858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=113099541205744858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113099541205744858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113099541205744858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2005/11/funkidelic-operation.html' title='Funkidelic Operation'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-113091741347796266</id><published>2005-11-02T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T15:57:19.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAP.</title><content type='html'>I realized that I was overly dramatic for going on Hiatus because I found out that the guy I really &lt;strike&gt;love&lt;/strike&gt;like is in love with somebody. Shame! Well, I found a new guy that I really fancy and his name is Harry Potter. Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-113091741347796266?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/113091741347796266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=113091741347796266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113091741347796266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113091741347796266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2005/11/crap.html' title='CRAP.'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-113091731991775818</id><published>2005-11-02T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T15:41:59.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanely New</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; my sister talking to her friend on her cp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[rant]&lt;/strong&gt;Just when my post was getting longer I/E suddenly closes. gjskgfsjjf&lt;strong&gt;[/rant]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've returned after my hiatus. Its good to be back and blogging again. How I missed the vicinity of my Posting section here in Blogger. At last, I made a layout that really suits me. Its a good thing that I found pictures of Natalie Portman that really suited my taste and really Vintage-y enough for me. I've been wanting to do this kind of layout for a very (100x) long time. Don't you fancy Natalie Portman here? She looks like a doll! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter GoF is soo nearing and I'm really thrilled/excited 'coz the premiere here in Asia/London is nearing. Since, I finished reading the Half Blood Prince, I became a big Harry Pothead again! Well that yearly happens but seriously, I've never been soo addicted over HP! So yeah, I joined HBO's contest 3 Sundays ago (I guess). You have to answer 3 of their questions to win the coveted "Win a ticket for Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Premiere in London". That's not all, you also get the chance to get in the after party. This is the only contest that I really wanted to win in my entire life. (Not exaggerating.. Well add the cheering competitions.) But the HBO people are just fucking retarded not to let me win. I wonder who won??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been praying &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; hard and wishing &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; hard for me to win this contest. Maybe the Guy Up There had other plans for me or my prayer wasn't processed. Errr. I kinda told Him that if this could be a combination of my birthday present and Christmas gift. But yeah, I think my prayer wasn't processed. But still I'm trying to be positive here. I wonder maybe He'll let me win for OotP. Gawd! I'm an addict!! So yeah, If Harry had a sister, I'd definitely play it! LOL Wouldn't that be fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite nervous now. Yes, as in really nervous. I just dreamt about school and the thought of well me flunking everything except CLE or probably Economics is there. I woke up this morning thinking about my grades. It sucks! I know I'll fail Filipino, I know I do. I'm just waiting for Nov. 25 to arrive and then my parents can like pull off the plug of this computer. Its sad but I don't know! I'm trying hard not to think of it but it kinda fails. I know my grade in CLE already :D CLE-89; Economics - 85 (Just like last quarter, just my bet); Filipino - 77/78; Physics - 79; Math - 76 (again); Calculus - 77; English - 85 (my bet); PEHM - 86. Ok, that's fucking scary. My dad just had his bypass (sp?) operation and I hope I won't crack his heart when he sees my grades. I hope I won't make my mom cry (again). It's really fucking scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW MONTH'S RESOLUTION: &lt;strong&gt;Study hard and less Internet surfing.. And save up for Christmas! Ugh. You don't want having debts with your sister 'coz she'll torture you big time!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww, I miss Errica. I really do. I wonder what she's doing now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-113091731991775818?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/113091731991775818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=113091731991775818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113091731991775818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/113091731991775818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2005/11/insanely-new.html' title='Insanely New'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-112919023317856793</id><published>2005-10-13T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T15:58:34.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry. I'll  be back! ;) I'm just trying to fix something that deals with my uncolorful life right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Peace!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-112919023317856793?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/112919023317856793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=112919023317856793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/112919023317856793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/112919023317856793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2005/10/on-hiatus.html' title='On Hiatus'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-112737883630858927</id><published>2005-09-22T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T16:47:16.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alapaap</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Slowdance On The Inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm in the mood to say things in Tagalog. I'm sorry for non-Tagalog readers (feeler, kala mo may nagbabasa talaga na 'di Pinoy, eh) but I think it would be proper for me to pour all my feelings in Tagalog. Something happened and I feel empty at this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's for that guy. I know, (if ever you'll read this) you won't understand this. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Alam mo ba yung feeling na sabik ka nang makausap yung taong mahal mo o yung taong gusto mo? Kasi alam mo sila lang naman yung may kaya na bigyan ka ng kilig at ngiti na 'di maipipinta ng kahit sinong tao sa mundo. Sila lang ang may kakayahan nun at wala ng iba. Sa akin naman iba, basta alam ko nagonline lang siya napinta na niya yung ngiti na sobrang madalang kung dumating sa buhay ko simula nung sinubukan kong buksan ulit ang aking puso. Mababaw lang naman akong tao, eh. Puro mga simpleng bagay lang ang nagpapangiti sa akin at kung gaano naman kababaw ang ngiti ko ganoon naman kabigat ang pagalon ng aking mga luha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang bilis na nga ng panahon, eh. Akalain mo sa tagal na ng pagkagusto ko sa kanya ilang beses ko lang ba siya nakausap? Tuwing Linggo, mga alas-dos ng tanghali dito sa Pilipinas. Pero 'di pa karamihan yun. Bilang na bilang ko yung mga yun dahil tila pinaparusahan ako ng Diyos sa mga kasalanan ko. Ang sakit talaga kasi minsan ang plastik ko pa. Magpapakabuti lang ako sa linggo na yun para lang pagbigyan ako ng Diyos para lang makausap ko siya. Pero alam ko mabilis Siya makaramdam kaya ayun, wala na naman. Isang linggo akong nakabantay sa YM ko, nag-aantay sa wala. 'Di ko na nga pinapansin yung iba, eh. Basta gusto ko makita ko siyang nandun masaya na ako. Pero wala pa rin mas sasaya sa akin kung makakausap ko siya at papansinin niya ako. Pakiramdam ko dinadala ako sa alapaap pero bigla naman akong lalamigin at kakapusin sa mga sasabihin. Parang biglang lumalamig sa loob ng pinaka mainit na kwarto sa bahay namin. Kasabay pa nun ang bilis na pagtakbo ng oras habang nag-iisip ako ng pwedeng sabihin o  &lt;em&gt;topic &lt;/em&gt;sa pag-uusap namin na yun. Kaya lang masyado akong mabagal kaya ayun nalaglag ako sa alapaap, umalis na kasi siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatuwa kasi, minsan mahuhuli ko nalang ang sarili ko na nagpapapansin sa kanya. Kahit anong paraan siguro gagawin ko basta makausap siya at makilala pa siya ng lubusan. Kungwari magbibigay ako ng mensahe para dun sa mga tao na kung saang grupo siya nakalagay pero sa kanya ko lang naman gusto ipaabot yung mensahe na yun. Tulad ng "&lt;em&gt;I miss you.&lt;/em&gt;" Papansin talaga, 'no? Pero sige nalang siguro wala naman siyang ibang iisipin dun sa mensahe na yun, eh "group message" nga, eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Di ko pa nasasabi sa inyo, pero siya ang lalaki na bukod tangi sa lahat ng mga lalaki na nakilala ko. Paano, lahat na ata ng katangian na hinahanap ko sa isang lalaki nasa kanya na. Pero 'ni isang beses 'di ko nakuha yun mula sa mga pag-uusap namin. Sa &lt;em&gt;blog&lt;/em&gt; lang niya sa MySpace. Ayos ba? Doon ko lang siya nakilala. Doon sa limang-daang katanungan sa kanya na nilagay niya sa kanyang &lt;em&gt;blog&lt;/em&gt;. Doon ko nadiskubre ang kanyang mundo. Haayy ang saya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero kailagan ko na pala itigil ang mga pagpapantasya ko sa kanya. Ayan na naman. Marahil sabi ng Diyos, "kailagan mo na itigil yan pinatikim ko lang sayo ito ulit, hija; dahil alam ko gusto mong maramdaman ito ulit." Ang pagbibilang ng mga bitwin ay kailagan ng huminto. Kanina habang inaantay ko siya, nalaman ko na may iba na palang tinitibok ang kanyang puso. Kaya pala. Kaya pala kahit anong gawin ko, 'di na niya ako papansinin dahil ang mga mata niya ay para lang dun sa taong mahal niya ngayon. Pagkabasa ko no'n, bigla nalang hinigop ang mga panaginip at pagpapantasya ko sa kanya ng mabilis. Ngayon alam ko na kung bakit sinabi ng pare ko na 'wag ko na siyang pangarapin. Wala na. Wala nang saysay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pucha! Sana pala naghanap na ako ng ibang lalaki nung nasa Baguio ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-112737883630858927?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/112737883630858927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=112737883630858927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/112737883630858927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/112737883630858927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2005/09/alapaap.html' title='Alapaap'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-112687962795575685</id><published>2005-09-16T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T22:27:08.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain On Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: &lt;/strong&gt;Blue and Yellow by The Used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I am sick, prolly because of the rain. NO! It's because of the rain! I'm hating what I'm feeling right now, but I never hate it when it rains. It just gives me a reason to be happy! Ain't that weird? But yes, I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; the rain! I love the rainy season and if I live there in a 4 seasoned country I'd love the winter and spring seasons 'coz I love getting cold, haha. And eventually warming myself afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a runny nose now, half of it came prolly from Tadz. LOL But I hope I wouldn't feel sick on Sunday. It's gonna be hard! &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, I'm going to Teacher's Camp @ Baguio for the PRISAAP Congress. I bet and I do hope it's gonna be fun! ;D Yey! This'll be totally fun since I'm gonna bond and meet new friends! UBE Time =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't that much of a good day since I am terribly sick, and suffering from post inaftuation-syndrome. Gawd! This is so killing me! I can't breathe! A while ago, I feel like I'm going to drown! Hate it. This is prolly the downside of having the rain shower on you. Ooohhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Rins received one of the terrible news that hit her so far - Paw broke up with him. I was stunned! I really couldn't believe that their one yar relationship ended just like that. I feel for Rina. I hope she recovers easily. I'm not rushing her to just instantly forget Paw but I hope she won't wallow herself in depression for long. I don't want to see her sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-112687962795575685?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/112687962795575685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=112687962795575685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/112687962795575685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/112687962795575685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2005/09/rain-on-me.html' title='Rain On Me'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-112670270023524395</id><published>2005-09-14T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T18:39:19.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossibilty vs. Possibilty</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; fsdfjskldjfklajsd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; If I Told You This Was Killing Me, Would You Stop? by The Juliana Theory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a fun day! LOL Well I was sleepy for some time when we were practicing for our &lt;em&gt;presentation&lt;/em&gt; after our &lt;em&gt;worship &lt;/em&gt;tomorrow. At last, we're done with our presentation for the Social Night @ Baguio! Three more days and I'll be leaving. LOL Yeah, so I just hope that I won't think it'll be really boring there. After all Baguio is known for the best finds for &lt;em&gt;ukay-ukay&lt;/em&gt; stuffs. Yipeee! Well, I really hope for the best (meaning - better ukay-ukay finds, enjoying PRISAAP and wine! LOL) and for uhm, doing my best together with Fatima in the contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Since the day I first saw Andy, he's the only guy I could think of, the guy that I want to talk about, the guy that would fill up a whole page in my notebook and you know the basic infatuation-slash-near-love-syndrome-but-I-still-feel-it's-an-infatuation-syndrome. As funny and cheesy as it may seem - there's always this "we" in every &lt;em&gt;daydream&lt;/em&gt; I have. I know, I just added shame in my part but honestly, that's how I've always wanted my effin' &lt;em&gt;daydreams&lt;/em&gt; or even dreams to be. How many girls here haven't thought of their crushes and haven't thought and have hopes of a "we" in every daydream she/they have of the guy they like? If not, punch me in the head right now or better push me of the Sears Tower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for every daydream that I have, there's always this downside. Yes, I've been experiencing it and it quite kills me that I can never be the girl that he will ever like! Haha. Fat chance! My guy best friend even told me to stop liking him 'coz it will never work out. How true. Yes, I know, I do respect reality but I have a lot for my dreams.^^ See how idealistic I can get! I'd rather live in my dreams (got that from a friend in MySpace), that's me for sure. And yeah, it has been like two months now, and I haven't had any serious or fun talks with him which is so sad. All we could ever talk about were simple questions and words like: "What's up?", "Nothing much.", "How's school?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the type of person who would never think of anything impossible. It would be pretty strange if I ever thought of something as &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;impossible&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. There are times that I become that pessimistic, but at this point, yes - things are impossible for &lt;strike&gt;me and him&lt;/strike&gt;. With every word I speak of him, and every time I say his name, the word &lt;em&gt;impossible&lt;/em&gt; will always be attached to it. Sad isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always ask my best bud if he went online, if they talked, and etc. See how obsessed I've become? I've come to a conclusion that I've become obsessed of him because he's just my dream guy. I really did his personality and the oh-so Prince Charming side of him. I am holding on to something that I know will break someday. But for the mean time, I'm looking after it and try to do something to keep it from falling or breaking apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once said, I hunger for love. It doesn't mean that I lack &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; from the people around me but I hunger for loving someone in a &lt;em&gt;romantic &lt;/em&gt;way. I missed it and I'm really anxious. I am nearly in a desperation-point that I put it all out in my effin' dreams. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody find me somebody to love?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-112670270023524395?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/112670270023524395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=112670270023524395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/112670270023524395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/112670270023524395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2005/09/impossibilty-vs-possibilty.html' title='Impossibilty vs. Possibilty'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-112640627705713251</id><published>2005-09-11T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T10:41:04.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Ghost of You by My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I haven't updated for days and I quite missed blogging. LOL But no.. No rants today! Yey! Be happy~!! ;D So for the past two days, I've been one happy gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, my friends and I decided to go to the concert at LSM (Lourdes School of Mandaluyong). I was effin' excited 'coz &lt;strong&gt;Sugarfree&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Orange and Lemons&lt;/strong&gt; will play there! It was sponsored by &lt;strong&gt;NU Rock 107.5 &lt;/strong&gt;and yeah we got tickets for 80php which was originally 100php. That's okay. I was supposed to get mine for free because James will give me the ticket but my friend really wanted to see &lt;strong&gt;Join the Club&lt;/strong&gt; because they're already playing. So it's okay. Now I know that the P80 was really worth it. Ebe (Sugarfree) was effin' good. I love him. I sooo love him. Even if he was corny at times, it was still fun! I love it! I love him! How I wish his band will perform at our school &lt;strong&gt;again.&lt;/strong&gt; It has been two years since I saw these guys &lt;strong&gt;LIVE!&lt;/strong&gt; Eventhough, I wasn't in love I got swept away by their songs especially Prom and Burnout. I love their songs. But I didn't know the lyrics to Telepono. LOL The crowd was soo alive when they played! They're really great. Hands Down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, in addition to that - I saw my ex-crush. But yeah, I didn't dare to show my face to him. LOL I don't want to spoil my day by uhh what? Starting a fight? LOL I didn't care much about him and all because I was there to see the effin' conert and not him. So why bother, right? I also saw James. He was funny when Join the Club was playing. Together with his friends and the members of the band Ligid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, bitch! I passed Assumption. LOL I thought I wouldn't. I thought I'd keep the effin' bad news to my dad if I failed. LOL I never knew.. = But I don't know at least if anything goes wrong (which I hope not), I have a school for college. Hmmm.. Today's my test for UA&amp;P (University of Asia and the Pacific). I'm tooo lazy to go to UA&amp;amp;P today. I just want to talk to him! It's sad :( I've waited for a week and well, I think God is punishing me. But hey, it's for my future. Damn, Math sucks! How I wish, hmm. NVM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw Hale yesterday. They had a mini concert at Assumption. If you ask me Champ is going bald. Haha!! But yeah, Sheldon was okay. He didn't have reactions or what. Roll was cool, he's huge. Champ is going bald. Champ is white. Champ doesn't have any eyes. Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Did I say something about commenting on the impeachment case/trashed? Well, it's an old story. I'd comment on Susan Roces and how to kill her, too. Okay, I'm going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13015974-112640627705713251?l=funkidelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/feeds/112640627705713251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13015974&amp;postID=112640627705713251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/112640627705713251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13015974/posts/default/112640627705713251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkidelic.blogspot.com/2005/09/sugar.html' title='Sugar'/><author><name>p a n i c doll</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raxTwM_mZrk/SRm-s7V9TNI/AAAAAAAAANY/92RvS_rjA5E/S220/1_458839979l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13015974.post-112609793370658530</id><published>2005-09-07T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T21:01:43.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can CanCan</title><content type='html'>Mood: okay&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Moulin Rouge (actually watching it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's time for me to rant! Yipeee!! LOL. It's the usual what happened to my day post. I can't help it! This blog-thing is a very good therapy for me since, this is just where I really release my angst, and whatever I feel. It just releases my tension whenever I have bad days. Quite relieving, and it just makes me happy that at least it is thru writing I can just release everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some update: I'm transferring my files from my old blog into my new one. I am also planning on changing the URL of this blog to a new one. My mood kinda changed for the URL of this blog so yeah, please bear with me. I may change it any time this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching Moulin Rouge again, and I can't help but fall in love with it every time I watch it. It just makes me happy just watching it and hearing those words, The greatest thing you'll ever learn is to love and be loved in return. Awww, I'm currently in love with Ewan McGregor right now (again, actually)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking if I should go to the concert or not. Hmmm, Sugarfree, Join The Club, Orange and Lemons, Ligid? Not bad for a hundred bucks! But how the hell will I go home? =/ Kinda thinking of how, and yeah.. There might be that someone who's gonna spoil everything (if ever I see him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;On with the rants. Yes, today was a so-so day. It would've been fun if I just sat 3 rows before the stage at SM and third year and second year students lined up properly when we we're buying food at our effin' canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just irritates me that I always have to go with people that I really don't get along with. Not that we're enemies or anything but I just couldn't seem to really relate with their stuff. I talk to them but rarely. This was my situation some hours ago. We went to SM Megamall to watch Trumpet's Little Mermaid - the Andersen version. I was happy with my seat! In the middle and just 3 rows away from the effin' stage and then I have to go to the balcony with a not so good view because I have to stay with my busmates. Ok, then off I go and good thing Anne was there! I was saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The play was just okay. It's not what I saw two years ago and it was also a production of Trumpet's. Quite disappointing to think that it was less. Now I know the difference of a less than 300 peso show from a 1, 500 peso show. Big difference. Well that doesn't sound me but that's what my mother said. Well, it's true because 1.)It lacked the props and the big ship that was supposed to be there!!! And, 2.)the actors. Ugh. Still KC Concepcion is the best Princess Sapphire. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the show ended, of course we had to go home although I wanted to go shopping. Shit, I wanted to go shopping with Hazel and Forever 21 has a sale! And omg, the clothes that the mannequins were wearing was just so pretty and very BOHO! God, maybe I should go shopping than just watch the concert? Uhmm, still thinking. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were at the bus, also known as BUS SEX -&gt;SIX, we were in for some kinda laugh trip. LOL. Well, there was some shift of topic to some little sex and it was funny. I just laughed. LOL I didn't commented anything but yeah, it was really funny 'coz Ming was there. And she'd just do stuffs that cracked everybody up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;The Assumption test is nearing. Whoopee, I'm gonna fail it. LOL! Anyway, if I go there before 7:30am, I'd get the test for free. UA&amp;amp;P test on Sunday. Hope to fail too T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;God, Ewan and Nicole are singing Come What May and the movie is about to end. I better watch it again tomorrow. LOL How obssessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Impeachement complaint against President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo was trashed. Will comment on it tomorrow. Haha, the opposition is so funny! LOL ..at the same time really crappy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Okay, Satine will die any minute by now. Yes, she's fallen now into Christian's arms. Any minute by now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;This is just tooo long.&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;Go read another blog now.&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;I'd pay you 500 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be with you. - Satine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright she's dead! Rockstar INXS is on air now! I gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to right something sensible tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;I love meehh &lt;3lablab. 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