<?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-17604764</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:53:45.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Grace &lt;3</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-614509565621340394</id><published>2006-12-01T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T15:36:49.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ab9559;"&gt;Blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized how much I missed blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the thing, I was looking for a specific post I made and of course, I got the chance to read my archives. Surprisingly, I enjoyed doing so. It isn't as if I was the one who wrote all those. I just miss the old me, the old me who loves to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not dare deny that diary-ing helped me a lot since things are yeah, too complicated. But, but, I would try my best to blog again regularly. Blog with sense of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-614509565621340394?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/614509565621340394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=614509565621340394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/614509565621340394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/614509565621340394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/12/blogging.html' title='Blogging'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-4965530950817147257</id><published>2006-11-30T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T12:51:14.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the chips fall where they may.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ab9559;"&gt;Let the chips fall where they may.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December is literally just around the corner. Actually, the calendar says it is the first of December tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should probably make me happy since time flies fast which means vacation and such. But yeah, go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-4965530950817147257?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4965530950817147257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=4965530950817147257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/4965530950817147257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/4965530950817147257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/11/let-chips-fall-where-they-may.html' title='Let the chips fall where they may.'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-1596732651068978793</id><published>2006-11-21T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T12:19:18.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Old Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ab9559;"&gt;Back to the Old Days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have become a low-techie once again. Haha! I preferred to just make use of a diary instead of this blog thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;a href="http://meeebianca.multiply.com"&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt; is updated though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-1596732651068978793?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1596732651068978793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=1596732651068978793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/1596732651068978793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/1596732651068978793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/11/back-to-old-days.html' title='Back to the Old Days'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-3515620370910086039</id><published>2006-10-19T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T18:35:32.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more week, stress germs. One more week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ab9559;"&gt;One more week, stress germs. One more week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of updating, here I am making this post. Haha. Just kidding, I have been wanting to update for years! I just did not have the time. Eeek, gasgas na ata yung linyang yun. Anway, for the first time in centuries, I do not have much to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kamalayanishot.multiply.com "&gt;Kamalayan's&lt;/a&gt; retreat was a BLAST! Imagine, two and one fourth days without worries! Two and one fourth days just knowing yourself, your friends, your family and of course, God! Two and one fourth days eating at least five times! Two and one fourth days spending time your friends! I think you're getting my point, right? :) Relaaaaxing. Too bad the CL Project and all those other projects came to ruin this! The most stressful Sunday I ever had. Lahat kami puyat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week pretty much demanded all the energy in my body. Sabi nga ni Mikee, kung wala yung mga laughs, nagbreak down na daw siya. For sure, ako rin. So keep those laughs coming, alright? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-3515620370910086039?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3515620370910086039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=3515620370910086039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/3515620370910086039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/3515620370910086039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-more-week-stress-germs-one-more.html' title='One more week, stress germs. One more week.'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-8582503114162422278</id><published>2006-10-07T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T22:47:08.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bright Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ab9559;"&gt;Bright Side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will make this post sound as happy as possible :) For a change naman diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the greetings :) Even though my day (literally speaking) did not go so well, my night was f-u-n. Tie, Woden and Thor (Yippee, AP!) were hellish. Mag-ayos ba naman ng Practicum Documentation hanggang 11 or 12 with dozens of quizzes to study for. Sinong matutuwa don? Yesterday was fine (if it weren't for Chemistry). Last night was okay as well. Fun at first then I didn't what happened. Today's a Saturday :) But with projects piled up, sana lang ma-enjoy natin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Since this is my 100th post, I'm thinking of making a new blog. What'cha think? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-8582503114162422278?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8582503114162422278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=8582503114162422278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/8582503114162422278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/8582503114162422278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/10/bright-side.html' title='Bright Side'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-115899421644043524</id><published>2006-09-23T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T14:50:16.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustated, Angry and In Disbelief</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ab9559;"&gt;Frustated, Angry and In Disbelief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A diary sounds really nice right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-115899421644043524?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115899421644043524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=115899421644043524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115899421644043524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115899421644043524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/09/frustated-angry-and-in-disbelief.html' title='Frustated, Angry and In Disbelief'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-115840017432747512</id><published>2006-09-16T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T17:49:34.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>---</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ab9559;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress. Stress. And even more stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ah, pero I still feel tired. Even if I got to sleep for complete 8 hours (I think even more) last night for the first time this week. Kelangan na ata talaga ng vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are just so much to do. English pa lang, Com Ex, Rough Draft and Home Reading Report na. It's fun that we have to do a book review since I have another excuse to go to a bookstore and find a good book but the problem is how will I finish it on time when homeworks and quizzes are constantly loaded on us. Plus, I have two books I haven't even finished yet. To add to that, Chem is becoming uh, hard and Trigo confusing. So now I even need a tutor to pull up my grades? How depressing. To turn things around, the AP Balitaan turned out to be just fine even though we completely crammed everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this week isn't so bad after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-115840017432747512?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115840017432747512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=115840017432747512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115840017432747512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115840017432747512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title='---'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-115788189418420637</id><published>2006-09-10T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T17:51:34.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T.i.r.e.d.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ab9559;"&gt;T.i.r.e.d.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been ages, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired. Physically and mentally. Emotionally? Maybe so. Physically, thanks to dengue. Mentally, thanks to a week's worth of lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a whiner, I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-115788189418420637?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115788189418420637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=115788189418420637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115788189418420637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115788189418420637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/09/tired.html' title='T.i.r.e.d.'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-115715990522422710</id><published>2006-09-02T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T09:18:25.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kudos to a mosquito bite, I</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ab9559;"&gt;Kudos to a mosquito bite, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. missed school for a week&lt;br /&gt;2. missed the eerios&lt;br /&gt;3. missed the Orientation&lt;br /&gt;4. missed Kanser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess, I'm just happy I'm finally home. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, before I forget, a big thanks for all those get-well-soons :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, piles of schoolwork, here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-115715990522422710?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115715990522422710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=115715990522422710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115715990522422710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115715990522422710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/09/kudos-to-mosquito-bite-i.html' title='Kudos to a mosquito bite, I'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-115624014503638715</id><published>2006-08-22T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T17:49:05.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy (minus Trigo)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ab9559;"&gt;Happy (minus Trigo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trigo? Screw those signs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, and, new seating arrangement. So far, so f-u-n :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, thank you God for Saturday :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-115624014503638715?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115624014503638715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=115624014503638715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115624014503638715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115624014503638715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-minus-trigo.html' title='Happy (minus Trigo)'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-115615666121627779</id><published>2006-08-21T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T18:37:41.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Couch Potato</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ab9559;"&gt;Couch Potato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I watched the tube almost all day today. Which, of course, isn't surprising. What else am I to do? Haha. So anyhoo, I just wanted to blog 'cause yes, I don't have anything to do better. And I know I won't have the privelege to blog everyday starting tomorrow or maybe not tomorrow, but for sure any day this week. Homeworks, quizzes and such will surely be dumped. Heehee, how fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-115615666121627779?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115615666121627779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=115615666121627779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115615666121627779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115615666121627779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/08/couch-potato.html' title='Couch Potato'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-115599758703719831</id><published>2006-08-19T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T18:32:46.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Third post for this day :) Await the fourth?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ab9559;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third post for this day :) Await the fourth?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is wrong with Multiply. Even with my iPod which I haven't used in ages. Add my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh come on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-115599758703719831?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115599758703719831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=115599758703719831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115599758703719831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115599758703719831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/08/third-post-for-this-day-await-fourth.html' title='Third post for this day :) Await the fourth?'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-115597614413398163</id><published>2006-08-19T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T22:29:52.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ab9559;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh! I so-so-so want to have this :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://ec3.images-amazon.com/images/P/B000G1R4T8.01._SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_V59839074_.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-115597614413398163?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115597614413398163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=115597614413398163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115597614413398163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115597614413398163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/08/wish.html' title='Wish'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-115595674540562707</id><published>2006-08-19T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T11:05:45.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please, please, please</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ab9559;"&gt;Please, please, please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop being be a stranger. Oh please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-115595674540562707?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115595674540562707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=115595674540562707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115595674540562707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115595674540562707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/08/please-please-please.html' title='Please, please, please'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-115588908994071470</id><published>2006-08-18T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T16:28:53.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams are over :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ab9559;"&gt;Exams are over :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippee, a long weekend without schoolwork! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the results of the exams to worry about. Err.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, the stress awhile ago. Right Niqnax, Mindy, Mariella?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't even put into words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-115588908994071470?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115588908994071470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=115588908994071470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115588908994071470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115588908994071470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/08/exams-are-over.html' title='Exams are over :)'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-115531987314024453</id><published>2006-08-12T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T02:11:13.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time check: 1:58 AM</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ab9559;"&gt;Time check: 1:58 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm still awake and not even a bit sleepy. Why didn't I feel this way last night when I had quizzeS to study for? Hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I wasted my oh-so precious time editing a layout when I should be doing schoolwork. I guess I just took what I said in my previous post literally. Saturday and Sunday are still here though, right? Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally feeling happy again despite the fact that I most probably failed a quiz yesterday. And in fact, I'm even savoring this happiness every single second. It's just that it's so hard to be happy these days, ooh, how I wish to be a kid again. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess nothing I've said is coherent. I better end this now and yeah, probably read a book to be able to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-115531987314024453?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115531987314024453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=115531987314024453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115531987314024453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115531987314024453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/08/time-check-158-am.html' title='Time check: 1:58 AM'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-115528863477171794</id><published>2006-08-11T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T17:30:34.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Define Stressed-Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ab9559;"&gt;Define Stressed-Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week of dozens of quizzes, reportings, requirements and the list goes on, in short hell week, is finally on its end. And of course I can't help but smile. But there is one problem, the exams are only few sleeps away. If you've seen our schedule, you probably can't decide on what to do first just like me (a little help please). Twenty-four hours is never, and I mean never, enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'll just do what I want for the first time this week today. I guess I deserve that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ It's good to know YOU are still here. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-115528863477171794?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115528863477171794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=115528863477171794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115528863477171794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115528863477171794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/08/define-stressed-out.html' title='Define Stressed-Out'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-115484558460181349</id><published>2006-08-06T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T15:38:23.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ab9559;"&gt;Breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ab9559;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-115484558460181349?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115484558460181349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=115484558460181349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115484558460181349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115484558460181349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/08/breathe.html' title='Breathe'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-115434717567301149</id><published>2006-07-31T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T14:40:57.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ab9559;"&gt;Oh really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How pathetic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-115434717567301149?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115434717567301149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=115434717567301149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115434717567301149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115434717567301149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-really.html' title='Oh really?'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-115422649527073284</id><published>2006-07-30T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T10:28:15.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Projects</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ab9559;"&gt;Projects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two down, one to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-115422649527073284?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115422649527073284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=115422649527073284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115422649527073284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115422649527073284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/07/projects.html' title='Projects'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-115408389554020415</id><published>2006-07-28T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T18:51:35.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday Mrs. Suva! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ab9559;"&gt;Happy birthday Mrs. Suva! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Mrs. Suva's birthday, Banaag 2005-2006 had a chance to be well, Banaag again. To be with Banaag for I don't know, 5 minutes, is uh-hmm, indescribable. I barely knew what I was exactly feeling. One thing is for sure though, I miss being a sophomore and especially belonging to Banaag. I did not just say that because being a junior is stressful, but because I really miss doing all those things I had done last school year. Mrs. Suva even helped us to look back on what Banaag was. And that just made some teary-eyed. Oooh, how I miss Banaag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all I could talk about today, I just don't want to ruin the moment. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-115408389554020415?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115408389554020415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=115408389554020415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115408389554020415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115408389554020415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-birthday-mrs-suva.html' title='Happy birthday Mrs. Suva! :)'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-115399705224888377</id><published>2006-07-27T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T18:44:12.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends take away your stress. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ab9559;"&gt;Friends take away your stress. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let me see, we had five (supposedly six) quizzes today out of 8 subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-hmm. Believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love clovers. Don't you? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hannah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, this one's for you: Thanks for giving me that clover. As I said, it means a lot. Maybe even more than you think. :) And what you wrote in your blog, if I may quote, "she struck me a chord you know", was really touching that all I could say is "aww". :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-115399705224888377?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115399705224888377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=115399705224888377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115399705224888377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115399705224888377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/07/friends-take-away-your-stress.html' title='Friends take away your stress. :)'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-115361576931269458</id><published>2006-07-23T08:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T08:49:31.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ab9559;"&gt;. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm. Here's the urge to write again. And obviously, I don't have anything in particuar to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Think, think. There must be something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, ever met someone who talks about something as if s/he knows eveything about it but in fact s/he is nothing like that? How about people whose vocabulary doesn't include thanks? Er, people like them annoy me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is nonsense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-115361576931269458?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115361576931269458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=115361576931269458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115361576931269458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115361576931269458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title='. . .'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-115352330670060243</id><published>2006-07-22T07:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T07:08:26.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kind of a cliche, but definitely true.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ab9559;"&gt;Kind of a cliche, but definitely true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are two profound quotes I came across last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When we have put someone up on a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pedestal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, sculpturing them to fit our needs and desires by smoothing out the rough edges and creating new curves here and there, we cannot see the real person underneath our work. All we see is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;illusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; we have created. That is denying the person's real identity and is disrespectful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know, it's been said that we just don't recognize the significant moments of our lives while they're happening. We grow complacent with ideas or things or people and we take them for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;granted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And it's usually not until that thing is about to be taken away from you that you realize how wrong you've been, that you realize how much you really need it, how much you love it." -OTH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-115352330670060243?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115352330670060243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=115352330670060243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115352330670060243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115352330670060243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/07/kind-of-cliche-but-definitely-true.html' title='Kind of a cliche, but definitely true.'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-115330092453890312</id><published>2006-07-19T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T17:22:04.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temper</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ab9559;"&gt;Temper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certain &lt;strong&gt;things&lt;/strong&gt; irritate me. Obviously, my temper is growing short and my temper isn't that much to start with. I try hard to not show it but there still are times when I can't stop myself. It's not that I start shouting or hitting, I just answer with monosyllabic words and sometimes not even bother to reply. I know, it sounds really bad but at least it prevents me from saying anything I'm sure I'll regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, club time was hilarious. Criticizing the actors and laughing at them were absolutely fun. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-115330092453890312?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115330092453890312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=115330092453890312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115330092453890312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115330092453890312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/07/temper.html' title='Temper'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-115321493771351265</id><published>2006-07-18T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T17:28:57.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ab9559;"&gt;Be Happy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to moan. Yeaaah, whine about almost everything. Mostly about ... But I guess that will just be a waste of time and nothing will change anyway. Just like what I read in The Zahir by Paulo Coelho, "We can't allow ourselves the luxury of being unhappy all the time." So yeah, I guess I just have to be optimistic about life. And just enjoy whatever happens to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-115321493771351265?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115321493771351265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=115321493771351265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115321493771351265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115321493771351265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/07/be-happy.html' title='Be Happy'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-115303414188957642</id><published>2006-07-16T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T15:39:37.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Tree Hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ab9559;"&gt;One Tree Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my OTH obsession, I haven't written here when in fact I have updates. But I guess it's all worth it. I mean OTH Season Three is the best. And I really mean that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, watching OTH made me question things about life. But I don't mean this in a bad way. It's good actually that I just don't let things pass without understanding what they really are. See, OTH is utterly anything but shallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is completely off the topic but whatever. Kokology is another brilliant idea of mankind that I truly appreciate. I get to know myself better through this, I mean everyone does. With just simple questions, you become aware of your true self. And somehow isn't one of our purposes in life is to understand ourself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-115303414188957642?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115303414188957642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=115303414188957642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115303414188957642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115303414188957642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-tree-hill.html' title='One Tree Hill'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-115241184837819173</id><published>2006-07-09T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T10:24:08.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#af9559;"&gt;Superman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a month or so of school, I finally got a treat, to go out! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't update, I'm procrastinating once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-115241184837819173?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115241184837819173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=115241184837819173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115241184837819173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115241184837819173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/07/superman.html' title='Superman'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-115200805928644979</id><published>2006-07-04T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T18:20:23.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you sleepy? Are you sleepy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#af9559;"&gt;Are you sleepy? Are you sleepy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is only the second day of the week and my energy is running pretty low. I fight my sleepiness and prevent my eyes from drooping every single period. And I tell you, that is really hard especially when the subject is really boring. What should I do? Sleep earlier? Nah, that wouldn't be exactly possible since I have few things to do (yeah, right). Maybe I'll just eat lots of chocolates. :) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Kaye and Hannah and actually talked to them for a minute or two. Ooh, how I miss those guys! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-115200805928644979?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115200805928644979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=115200805928644979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115200805928644979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115200805928644979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/07/are-you-sleepy-are-you-sleepy.html' title='Are you sleepy? Are you sleepy?'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-115176114848567577</id><published>2006-07-01T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T21:39:08.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laaazy :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#af9559;"&gt;Laaazy :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's checklist:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Go to Yuka's and practice for AP.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Actually start my AP project.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Write my heart's desire.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Start my media log.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Interview an entrepreneur.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Work on my Trigo homework.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Add Chem to that.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] And Computer.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Reflect.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Make a model for Media Awareness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I only accomplished one, the first, which isn't any at all surprising. Actually, we didn't even practice. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm oh-so-happy. Thanks to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Aless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha. Ambabaw eh no? Pero what can I do, I really love OTH eh? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-115176114848567577?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115176114848567577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=115176114848567577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115176114848567577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115176114848567577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/07/laaazy-d.html' title='Laaazy :D'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-115166231573607464</id><published>2006-06-30T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T18:27:27.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Was a Total Brain Torture.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#af9559;"&gt;Today Was a Total Brain Torture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not even at the least bit kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the brain-wrecking activities:&lt;br /&gt;a) Memorizing the countries in Europe for only 30 minutes or so.&lt;br /&gt;b) Memorizing all those notes in Pinoi which were all about Rizal.&lt;br /&gt;c) Geometry. Need further explanation? I didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;d) I.Q. Test&lt;br /&gt;- I know, I.Q. tests only require stock knowledge but somehow I consider it a brain-wrecking activity since more or less 300 brain cells of mine were killed. :)) Here's what happened: I knew that Anna and I were on the same page of the test book. Then there was this specific logic, so I was analyzing it. After a while (which I think was 5 minutes or so), I saw that Anna was almost done and I was still on the same number. So there was I, very much clueless why I was still on the same problem for five minutes and still without answer. I later had the thought that maybe I stared at the blank space for 300 seconds which means my 300 brain cells vanished (a brain cell/second according to Anna :D) or I dozed off. Haha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan. Dala siguro ng stress?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-115166231573607464?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115166231573607464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=115166231573607464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115166231573607464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115166231573607464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/06/today-was-total-brain-torture.html' title='Today Was a Total Brain Torture.'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-115157599580551339</id><published>2006-06-29T17:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T18:13:15.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#af9559;"&gt;Stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something really amusing happened today that I decided to blog even though my Geom, AP and Pinoi notebooks are calling me. Add the blank world map to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's the story: Health was our second to the last subject and we just had Chem. Obviously, we were tired, pressured and the like. Then Mrs. Dino came in and stared at us for a couple of minutes, looking mad and irritated. Most of us probably had blank stares since we did not have any clue why she was such in a bad mood. She told us to get a 1/4 sheet of paper which means she was giving us a pop quiz on something we barely knew. The blank stares increased and add frustration to that. She asked questions quickly and made us pass the papers even more speedily. Something she did caught our attention big time. What is that you ask? She tore our papers in front of us in half. No worries, your eyes are perfectly normal, you read right. :) We felt scared but then she asked us how we felt when she did that. There came the first clue. All of us started laughing to our disbelief of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'the act'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that just happened. All of these just for our topic which was&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha. Kainis no? Pero ang galing rin. Wala akong masabi. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-115157599580551339?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115157599580551339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=115157599580551339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115157599580551339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115157599580551339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/06/stress_29.html' title='Stress'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-115131950430557435</id><published>2006-06-26T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T18:58:26.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I desperately want to blog now. Labo ba?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#af9559;"&gt;I desperately want to blog now. Labo ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, let me rephrase that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so so so want to write about something really significant but I can't. Or won't. Or whatever. And that something, I'm not even sure of what it is. My thoughts are jumbled up. And I'm not sure if I should write all those things here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me state the obvious: This post is absolutely random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walang kwenta? Yeaah and it's fine with me. At least I kind of blogged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-115131950430557435?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115131950430557435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=115131950430557435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115131950430557435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115131950430557435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-desperately-want-to-blog-now-labo-ba.html' title='I desperately want to blog now. Labo ba?'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-115105657826061382</id><published>2006-06-23T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T18:22:04.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I realized that . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#af9559;"&gt;I realized that . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these time, people can still surprise you.&lt;br /&gt;- Positive? Negative? Surprising. Disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't have the best of both worlds. You can never have too many things.&lt;br /&gt;- One is enough. And better. Be contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think positive.&lt;br /&gt;- Easy to say; hard to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These I should remind myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-115105657826061382?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115105657826061382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=115105657826061382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115105657826061382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115105657826061382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-realized-that.html' title='I realized that . . .'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-115070697510033093</id><published>2006-06-19T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T16:57:50.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving Airports and Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#af9559;"&gt;Loving Airports and Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Terminal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; last night and I realized how much I love airports. Just the thought of airports makes me happy. :) See? I don't why. Okay, okay, maybe I have a few reasons why I lurve it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Most people in airports are happy, excited and the like, making me feel the same way too. :)&lt;br /&gt;2. People there are always in a rush. It seems they have a lot ahead of them (I like feeling that way). Also, it's like they have no worries in life.&lt;br /&gt;3. I love traveling, it's fun and educational at the same time. Plus, the experiences you get in other countries are incomparable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love airports. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, we don't have much homeworks and quizzes for tomorrow. Or maybe I'm just getting used to having 2+ quizzes and 3+ homeworks daily?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third year na nga ako.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-115070697510033093?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115070697510033093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=115070697510033093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115070697510033093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115070697510033093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/06/loving-airports-and-today.html' title='Loving Airports and Today'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-115045074351084255</id><published>2006-06-16T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T17:39:03.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mantras are helpful, don't you think? :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#af9559;"&gt;Mantras are helpful, don't you think? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mantra is kind of similar to a motto, only it is made up of a word or two. (Did I get that right?) And we were asked to compose our first communication exercise on that and I enjoyed it. Uhm actually, at first, I hated the thought of writing something that should be meaningful early in the morning, but I realized that thinking of mantras or mottos to live by this year will really help us to do our best, try new things and never give up. Basically, ganyan naman yung mga mottos/mantras diba? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember I said I'm starting to like Geom? I'm kind of taking it back. It got so confusing but then maybe that's because I lack imagination for those planes, points, lines and space. Yeaah. Plus, time sucks, you know? Haha. Sinisi daw eh. It's because when I finally understood and had an answer on the optional problem in Trigo, it was already time to pass the papers. Sayang, I know. I needed the extra point pa man din. For Chem, I hate the last quiz. Screw my carelessness and stupidity. Oh diba, pano na yan it seems na I have problems with the three &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; subjects?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time for me to use the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mantra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I chose. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-115045074351084255?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115045074351084255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=115045074351084255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115045074351084255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115045074351084255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/06/mantras-are-helpful-dont-you-think.html' title='Mantras are helpful, don&apos;t you think? :)'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-115018906103966152</id><published>2006-06-13T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T18:32:15.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot, hot, hot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#af9559;"&gt;Hot, hot, hot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I say hot? Goodness, the first flag ceremony was held today and yeaah was it hot in the field. Imagine, the sun beaming down on you while wearing a long-sleeved uniform then it's crowded pa. Our classroom wasn't much help too. So hmm, how many more of this will we be experiencing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. I neither have much to say nor the time to do so, anyway. I have quizzes and homeworks to worry about. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-115018906103966152?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115018906103966152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=115018906103966152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115018906103966152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115018906103966152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/06/hot-hot-hot.html' title='Hot, hot, hot!'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-115000062558260669</id><published>2006-06-11T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T12:37:06.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It doesn't end there.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#af9559;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It doesn't end there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I got my braces off for more than a week now and guess what's next? Yup, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;retainers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I got them yesterday. Free teeth no more! I hate the feeling of wearing these. Plus, when I talk, you can barely understand what I'm saying. Yeaaah. I have three months of putting these wires on 24/7 to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically that's it. I hafta go now to uhm, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Study daw oh. Woshoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-115000062558260669?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115000062558260669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=115000062558260669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115000062558260669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/115000062558260669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/06/it-doesnt-end-there.html' title='It doesn&apos;t end there.'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-114984640991511732</id><published>2006-06-09T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T23:11:36.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Junior for a Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#af9559;"&gt;Junior for a Week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm officially a junior for exactly a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;TIRED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Not yet exhausted, maybe next week or the following weeks. Haha. :)) First weeks are usually for orientations, right? But in SHS, nah-ah. It only took a day or two for that. So yeah, believe me, we already had lessons, seatworks, homeworks and even quizzes. Surprise, surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, this year, there are changes. There are some teachers handling subjects you'd never expect them to. For instance, Mrs. Dino and Ms. Malayas teaching Health. :) Plus, every building in school has a name which is written in really big and bold signs. And of course, there are revisions in school rules. Everything else remained the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, uhm, yeah, how's my section, Kamalayan? It's fun naman despite the uber hot classroom. :) I'll get back on this next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to enjoy Geom. Actually, sort of. Some say Kamalayan is unlucky 'coz we have Mrs. Pedrosa but I don't think so. It seems Geom with Mrs. Dino is complicated and hard. I'm looking forward to Media Awareness especially in the fourth quarter. Ooh, popular lit! :) Plus, I think I'll enjoy the media log.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, ayos naman. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SA NGAYON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha. Oh, I can't wait for the sleepless nights to come! Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, yay, yay! Long weekend! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Remember the list? Scratch that na lang. Haha. :) Laaazy, I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-114984640991511732?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114984640991511732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=114984640991511732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114984640991511732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114984640991511732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/06/junior-for-week.html' title='Junior for a Week'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-114924144967944883</id><published>2006-06-02T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T18:05:03.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sulky? Yeah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#af9559;"&gt;Sulky? Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of times creating posts and later deleting what little I had written, finally, I pushed myself to write something and actually publish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; already. Which means two more days and school is on. Summer must be really over, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't even get to enjoy it that well. My summer, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I changed my layout to uhm, yeah, well, not feel so grouchy about ending summer earlier than most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, who am I am kidding? I already am grumpy. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SIGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, one good thing happened to me. I am metal free. Haha. Yes, after 4 years of having braces, it was removed yesterday. And I wasn't even expecting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll probably create a list of the things I'll miss doing over the summer. That is if I won't get lazy. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off I go. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-114924144967944883?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114924144967944883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=114924144967944883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114924144967944883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114924144967944883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/06/sulky-yeah.html' title='Sulky? Yeah.'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-114809298120056869</id><published>2006-05-20T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T10:43:01.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impatience</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Impatience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to this, my update is a bit late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beat up and tired as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add irritation to what I feel. Oh diba, what a great combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;sarcasm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell, how come &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The Da Vinci Code&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is R18? Well yeah, I wrote in previous post that hopefully it won't be banned, it wasn't, but R18? Oh, come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;June 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is nearing which means classes are about to start and summer is almost over. Which also means I'll have to change my layout soon. And guess what, I don't want to. Change it, I mean. 'Coz if I do, it would mean summer is officially over. I wish this summer would last longer. I know this wasn't the summer of my life nor can even be considered a fun summer, but June 5 is just plain early to end summer. Agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Elliott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'s gone too.  And he's my next favorite after Chris. Katharine or Taylor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katharine na lang. But I think Taylor will win though. Let's just wait for the AI Finale next week. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with my family. Shangri-la, Greenhills, Gerry's Grill. All's good. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-114809298120056869?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114809298120056869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=114809298120056869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114809298120056869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114809298120056869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/05/impatience.html' title='Impatience'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-114753052926157725</id><published>2006-05-13T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T00:10:55.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nonsense :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Nonsense :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of boredom, I started reading my old posts from my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;xanga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And it's like all those things just happend yesterday. It's just wierd, you know? But it's fun at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Sana ipalabas ung &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Da Vinci Code&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Sanaa. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, wala na si &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Chris Daughtry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sa AI. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-114753052926157725?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114753052926157725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=114753052926157725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114753052926157725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114753052926157725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/05/nonsense.html' title='Nonsense :)'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-114707720098025802</id><published>2006-05-08T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T22:41:01.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gusto ko, gusto ko, gusto ko.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gusto ko, gusto ko, gusto ko.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with my cousin and tita. Our first stop was the travel agency. They booked for the Singapore trip. Yes, the Singapore Shopping Trip. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;S-H-O-P-P-I-N-G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh God, I want to gooo. Afterwards, we went to SMF to buy a couple of things. Mostly things for Kim. We were trying to find a pair of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;soft slippers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for him. Yes, soft ones. He's really picky, I think. :) Before leaving, we went to Starbucks first. You just got to fight the heat nowadays. :D The ride home took a long time, traffic kasi eh. Ate was asking me what I would take for college, where I'd go and the like. I'm still undecided. She was also telling me something about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Power Memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It really helps daw. I plan on taking it sometime. :D With all those things in the future to memorize. Haha. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-114707720098025802?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114707720098025802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=114707720098025802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114707720098025802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114707720098025802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/05/gusto-ko-gusto-ko-gusto-ko.html' title='Gusto ko, gusto ko, gusto ko.'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-114698577800396263</id><published>2006-05-07T14:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T00:18:41.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eastwood All Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Eastwood All Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 9 am, I was already awake to catch my mom before she leaves. I asked for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :) and told her that I should be dropped at Tiff's place. My dad said he could take me there but changed his mind after I don't know, about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;1 minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? He said he'll just take me to Save More Drug instead. I texted Tiff if she could just pick me up there and thankfully she said yes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of minutes after 1, I was already with Tiff and off we go to Eastwood. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Bought tickets for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Mission Impossible 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;* Looked for clothes (specifically &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for Tiff :D) and fitted some of them to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;* Headed to the movie house. It was so so cold, good thing Tiff and I were wearing jackets. I was shivering when we left. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;* Looked for more clothes and Tiff bought one from People are People.&lt;br /&gt;* Ate at Starbucks after.&lt;br /&gt;* Went to Bayo to buy the top I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;* Bought tickets for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Aquamarine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Yuka, Patty, Tricia, Mikee and Anaelle were running late and didn't make it in time for the movie.&lt;br /&gt;* After Aquamarine (I was shivering again), looking for them and Tiff calling Yuka, Tiff and I went to Fazoli's to meet up with them.&lt;br /&gt;* Oh God. Tiff and I were talking. I was looking at her not on my way. Bam. I bumped on a chair where a kid was sitting. I moved the chair a bit. The parent, I think, was laughing really hard. Haha. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Kakahiyaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;* After getting over my embarassing moment, finishing their food and teasing Yuka about her shirt, we roamed around.&lt;br /&gt;* Shopped. :)&lt;br /&gt;* Made Patty and Yuka wear girly clothes. Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;* Yihee! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Mikee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! :D Haha. Just kidding. Anyway, ikot ikot ulit.&lt;br /&gt;* After some time, Tiff's dad arrived and thankfully gave me a ride home. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="250" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y169/bianca_027/DSC06257.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Clockwise: Tricia, Mikee, Anaelle, Patty, Bianca, Tiffany and Yuka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y169/bianca_027/proofofvanity656.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ginette and Joyce :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-114698577800396263?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114698577800396263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=114698577800396263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114698577800396263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114698577800396263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/05/eastwood-all-day.html' title='Eastwood All Day'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-114664547304541745</id><published>2006-05-03T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T12:49:56.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rosie Dunne</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rosie Dunne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past two days, I've been reading Rosie Dunne (Thanks &lt;a href="http://oxtiffiexo.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joyce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for introducing me to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Cecelia Ahern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, by the way :D). And I finally finished it. I liked it. Sweet kasi eh and at the same time funny. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"If you want something, you need to get out there and grab it by the horns because no one is going to give you what you want on a plate."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-114664547304541745?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114664547304541745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=114664547304541745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114664547304541745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114664547304541745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/05/rosie-dunne.html' title='Rosie Dunne'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-114657557658168527</id><published>2006-05-02T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T21:19:18.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post should have been published last night but thanks to my stupidity I lost it and had to do it again today (not that it's important or anything).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, in more or less a week's time I finished HP4, 5 and 6. I made a point to write this here because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;a)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I've never been really fond of thick books like HP. I barely finished HP1, 2 and 3. Oh wait, actually, I did not finish any of them at all. When I'm almost done with the book, I just lose my interest and put the book away. How nice, eh? And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;b)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; This proves how bored I am. Yeaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awhile ago, my sister practiced giving none other than me shots. No worries though, there was no needle involved. Haha. :D I wouldn't of course agree if there was a needle. I kept on laughing because she always forgets to do this and to do that then she'll repeat it from step one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, finally, may&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; gimmick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ata sa Friday. Woohoo! :D Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me ask you something. What exactly is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;white lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Just wondering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-114657557658168527?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114657557658168527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=114657557658168527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114657557658168527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114657557658168527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/05/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-114614735774892271</id><published>2006-04-27T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T22:15:57.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random and Depressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Random?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't written for a while which isn't any surprise at all on the account that I don't have something to update about. Well, maybe I have something but, you know, I lose track of it before even putting it here or I'm just plain lazy, if you want to put it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been weeks since I last updated. As you know, I already forgot what happened in those weeks. Screw my whatever attitude that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things bugging me recently. This is kind of random. Suddenly, I doubt  some people's intentions. You know? Some people you've known for so long can still surprise you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I haven't gone out for oh God 2 weeks (with friends, ok?). Which is a long time considering I should be enjoying this summer to the fullest since as others say it's the "last summer".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-114614735774892271?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114614735774892271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=114614735774892271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114614735774892271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114614735774892271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/04/random-and-depressed.html' title='Random and Depressed'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-114525974804397059</id><published>2006-04-17T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T22:48:03.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun and Boring</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Fun and Boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title is weird, I know, but it sure describes the past three days. I'd rather put the interesting/fun things that happened or I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent almost the whole afternoon at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Baldios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; last Friday. This may sound boring but yes, surprisingly, it wasn't. There were a lot of things to do, actually. Like playing with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Kim and Snowie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and taking pictures with/of them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y169/bianca_027/DSC05968.jpg" weight="150" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Kim busy with cars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y169/bianca_027/DSC05971.jpg" weight="150" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Snowie busy with chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was spent watching and downloading &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;OTH episodes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha. Here comes my obsession again. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at Baldios again on Saturday. Assembled and flew kites. And yeah, biked. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, attended a party at somewhere. Haha. :) Then, went to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Jollibee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with Kim and Snowie. They're soo cute. :D Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-114525974804397059?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114525974804397059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=114525974804397059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114525974804397059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114525974804397059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/04/fun-and-boring.html' title='Fun and Boring'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-114472900328714833</id><published>2006-04-11T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T15:45:39.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Banaag Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I miss Banaag :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I really do. The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Banaag Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was of course fun even though the people who came weren't that many. Bonding time nga talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juvan was early daw, around 1 andon na siya which is different when it comes to class punctuality. Haha. :P Then came Tiff, me, Nads, Kaine, Mel, Arielle, Yuka, Teia, Myka, Andrea, Pola, Grace and Fio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Water balloon fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which turned into &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;hose fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Asa &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;kalye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; kami nyan ah. Imagine niyo na lang how noisy we were. Eh alam mo naman kung makatili kami parang walang bukas. :))&lt;br /&gt;* Fiona came and we all wanted to hug her! Haha. You know why? Coz we're all wet and she isn't. :P&lt;br /&gt;* After minutes of playing, we fixed ourselves na. Here comes the hard part.&lt;br /&gt;* Pizza, pizza, pizza! We had a picnic in Ana's garden. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Frogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; anyone?&lt;br /&gt;* Hmm. Nilabas ni Ana ung &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;* Picture, picture! Kahit san man yan, digicam, cell cams or our fave the webcam.&lt;br /&gt;* Conference sa labas na nalipat sa ilalim ng hagdanan. This is what I love about Banaag, you can share your stories/ problems with almost anyone. :) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Erap jokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; na corny na nakakainis pero tinatawanan pa rin natin.&lt;br /&gt;* Unti-unti ng umalis ung mga tao.&lt;br /&gt;* Hotdogs and Iced Tea. :)&lt;br /&gt;* Too bad I left na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="250" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y169/bianca_027/10.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wet and ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y169/bianca_027/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dry. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-114472900328714833?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114472900328714833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=114472900328714833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114472900328714833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114472900328714833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/04/banaag-party.html' title='Banaag Party'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-114459454194076276</id><published>2006-04-09T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T22:55:42.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oh My God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I can't believe how &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;lucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my cousins are. The two of them (they're sisters by the way) are going to Singapore all by themselves. Yeah, I know they're not minors anymore but the fact that they will go to a foreign country only by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And probably, all they will do is shop, shop and shop. Oh My God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? (No, no. This isn't &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Juvan's speech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha. :D) My mom would probably allow me to go but yeah since I'm a minor blah blah blah. Plus, my sister is also having her summer classes. Another perk of being a minor, huh? Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope we do go &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-114459454194076276?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114459454194076276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=114459454194076276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114459454194076276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114459454194076276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/04/singapore.html' title='Singapore'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-114439062702947053</id><published>2006-04-07T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T14:17:07.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Banaag Beauties Again :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please confirm kung pupunta kayo sa party. Details are there on my previous post. Wait, there is a change of plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 10, Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4:30-9:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana Miguel's House&lt;br /&gt;Bring &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;finger foods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and extra &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for delivery :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Nads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or just text her until &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Please come! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-114439062702947053?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114439062702947053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=114439062702947053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114439062702947053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114439062702947053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/04/banaag-beauties-again-please-confirm.html' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-114430970159875446</id><published>2006-04-06T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T15:51:04.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How could I ever&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all you tell are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-114430970159875446?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114430970159875446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=114430970159875446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114430970159875446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114430970159875446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/04/how-could-i-ever-trust-you-again-when.html' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-114430637065094196</id><published>2006-04-06T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T14:52:50.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Banaag Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Banaag Beauties, punta kayo ha? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 10, Monday&lt;br /&gt;6-10 PM&lt;br /&gt;Ana Miguel's House&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-114430637065094196?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114430637065094196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=114430637065094196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114430637065094196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114430637065094196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/04/banaag-party-banaag-beauties-punta.html' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-114424922208957445</id><published>2006-04-05T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T12:46:38.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Soon I'll memorize Gateway :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I had another Gateway Getaway with Nicole, Patty, Tiffany, Mel and Fio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I want to put every single detail here, I can't. It's for our safety [as said by Joyce]. Highlights na lang ulit, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Joyce and I hate srail. Oh God.&lt;br /&gt;* Nicole has this cute bag, the Hello Kitty one. Guess what? It's a loot bag only. Ang yaman naman nung nagbigay.&lt;br /&gt;* Late na kami sa Gateway for an hour. Sorry Mel.&lt;br /&gt;* We all met up in the Movies. We bought &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seasons of Love/ Memories of Love &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;whoops &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Moments of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tickets pala coz &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Tristan and Isolde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is not yet showing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* We decided to eat at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Pizza Hut Bistro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Just the name makes me remember all the funny things which happened to us. I can't spill, it's for our privacy. Yihee. Guys, satin satin na lang un ah?&lt;br /&gt;* Nicole bought the Aviator shades in Mango. It's really nice and the price too, haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;* I found the book I've been looking for, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;The It Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, in Fully Booked. I couldn't help not to buy it. So I did. Oh God. I shouldn't have brought money.&lt;br /&gt;* We went inside some clothing stores and well looked for clothes. The dress in Bayo is cute. Haha. Here I go again.&lt;br /&gt;* Too bad we didn't have a studio pic this time.&lt;br /&gt;* Movie time :D We ended up laughing and laughing and laughing. I know, it should be romantic and everything but we made it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;comedic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. :))&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Timezone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! We were suppose to take our picture in the sort of Neoprint booth [which is busted] but here comes &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Manong Guard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. We tried the big stufftoy thingy. Haha. And played a lot more games like Basket, Space Hockey, the Pounding thingy and Bowling. Anyabang ni &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Nicole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Haha. Pictorial came next with funny backgrounds and poses. :)&lt;br /&gt;* Off home. Mcdo, mcdo! Tiffany and I tried to break &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Pola and Bea's record of 56 photos in one place, one day with different poses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but we didn't. Haha. We tried hard enough though. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, guys! :D Next time ulit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y169/bianca_027/gateway.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Yihee. Perfect smiles :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y169/bianca_027/gateway1.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Rarr. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-114424922208957445?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114424922208957445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=114424922208957445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114424922208957445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114424922208957445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/04/soon-ill-memorize-gateway-p-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-114398410765790214</id><published>2006-04-04T06:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T17:00:42.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUMMER&lt;/strong&gt; is here! Yeah. I'm a bit late but hey, what if your classes were 'til March 31st like us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know. It took me forever to update again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calendar please? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 18 was a blast. :) Promenade escapade with Patty, Yuka, Jen, Nicole, Tricia and Karla. We had fun like no other. :D Here are the highlights (from what I remember :P):&lt;br /&gt;* We rushed Tricia to come with us. Gladly, she did.&lt;br /&gt;* Nicole and I threw, sort of, balls of tissue at Starbucks at each other. How mature of us? :D &lt;br /&gt;* How come we can't buy tickets for She's the Man when it is PG-13?&lt;br /&gt;* Dress fitting :)&lt;br /&gt;* Thanks to Ate Mae we were able to have the tickets.&lt;br /&gt;* Our little surprise for Patty (with a little acting) :D&lt;br /&gt;* Movies! Haha :))&lt;br /&gt;* THE Ride Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y169/bianca_027/DSC05702.jpg" width="100" height="150"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 20-24&lt;br /&gt;Hell week. There were sooo many requirements to be passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 27-31&lt;br /&gt;Exam week. Study, study, study. Swimming was okay. English was just plain hard. AP was moderate. Stat was actually easy. :) Pinoy was okay too. Bio was a bit hard. CL was fine. Math is okay but there are parts which are actually hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 30&lt;br /&gt;My family went out to eat because it's my sister's capping. I was close to getting myself a summer job, but no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 31 was a roller coaster ride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; School&lt;br /&gt;The morning was so fun. Pictures, pictures and more pictures. But then, the momentum was broken coz there are still 2 exams we have to take. So finally, the Math papers are passed! But before we watch the Pep Rally, the Bio papers were given back. Oh God. Thanks to Aless and a lot more people. :) Thanks!!  You know what for, guys. Anyway, the Pep Rally took long but it's fine too. Afterwards, through Nicole, we went to Mcdo. We (some Banaag Beauties) ate there with Mrs. Suva and Ms. Ticman. Jen, Mikaela, Yuka, Tiff, Hannah and I had to leave early coz we still went to Tiff's house to change then off to Gateway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Gateway&lt;br /&gt;Gateway was fun, of course. Highlights again:&lt;br /&gt;* We were able to buy tickets for Just Friends. :D&lt;br /&gt;* I want Nokia 7370! The swivel one of the L'Amour Collection.&lt;br /&gt;* Most of the clothing stores were on sale! Who couldn't resist sales? Especially on clothes?&lt;br /&gt;* Studio pic! :D&lt;br /&gt;* Food shopping then movies.&lt;br /&gt;* Trip home with Yuka. Thanks for waiting for me, Yuka. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Home&lt;br /&gt;I was dead tired. Zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y169/bianca_027/DSC05703.jpg" width="150" height="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 1&lt;br /&gt;Happy April's Fool's Day!&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with absolutely no plans but thanks to Tricia, I suddenly had one. She invited me to have our nails done but I wanted to go to the mall or something. We wanted Hannah to go with us but she already had plans. So we ended up inviting Nicole, Nads, Jen and Patty. Guess what? Only Patty was allowed/ free. Around 1, Tricia picked me up then we picked up Patty. Off to Eastwood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Eastwood&lt;br /&gt;* Clothes window shopping again. :D We dressed up Patty!&lt;br /&gt;* Snacks at Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;* More window shopping. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;* Powerstation! God. Patty is such a great shooter. Racing is fun.&lt;br /&gt;* Go Nuts Donuts. Pictureeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;* Off home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y169/bianca_027/proofofvanity563.jpg" width=150 height=100&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 2&lt;br /&gt;I woke up really early with the thought of going to school, but then I remembered we were off to the province. Yeah, today is the Nationals and I really wanted to watch but yeah circumstances forbid me so. Going to the province is not that bad actually. I get to play with my niece and nephew. :) Oh God. I had the worst afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is a bit far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will definitely miss &lt;strong&gt;BANAAG&lt;/strong&gt;. Yeah, the uber noisy class on top of the GS building. :D I started the year thinking oh Banaag, just another section. Turned out to be, it isn't just another section. We had fun in every possible way. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-114398410765790214?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114398410765790214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=114398410765790214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114398410765790214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114398410765790214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/04/summer-is-here-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-114224580337861361</id><published>2006-03-14T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T18:30:04.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Astig. Aless and I are both obsessed with OTH. :) Grabe, we download almost all of the songs in OTH, we read the script thorugh the net, we love almost the same characters and we sort of memorize the best quotes in OTH. Weird no? Kaya I'm so amazed na parehas kami. Haha. :) Isa pang astig. There is a new logo of TSMS. Haha. Oh well, naaliw lang ako.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-114224580337861361?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114224580337861361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=114224580337861361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114224580337861361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114224580337861361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/03/astig.html' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-114203551997307529</id><published>2006-03-12T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T08:07:54.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are days when I desperately want the classes to end with varying reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are days when I wish the classes would never end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I always have the second feeling. But somehow there are people/reasons who/which make it impossible for me to feel so. I guess that's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to Karla's place with Yuka. And guess what we did? Watch One Tree Hill for more or less six hours. Haha. I guess everyone enjoyed it. :) It was a good pambawi to my bad days this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'll be going to Tiff's house, again. Which is actually good. Haha. I don't want to spend my afternoon here at home doing nothing. But today, I'm pretty sure we'll do something. Wait, I even haven't asked permission yet. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-114203551997307529?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114203551997307529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=114203551997307529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114203551997307529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114203551997307529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/03/there-are-days-when-i-desperately-want.html' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-114172583190055328</id><published>2006-03-08T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T18:36:56.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeay! &lt;strong&gt;One Tree Hill Season 3&lt;/strong&gt; will start later! Catch it guys, 8 PM every Tuesday on ETC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're asking why am I posting this here? As you can see, it is my new obsession. (I even spent a couple afternoons watching it, but I never grew tired of it.) Haha. Maybe I'm exaggerating a bit, but the point is I love the show. It's really good. Try watching it sometime. :)(Hey. I'm advertising it for free.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-114172583190055328?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114172583190055328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=114172583190055328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114172583190055328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114172583190055328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/03/yeay-one-tree-hill-season-3-will-start.html' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-114154903820633115</id><published>2006-03-06T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T17:07:17.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As you can see, I don’t update on a daily basis anymore. Somehow I grew tired of updating. But there are times when I feel the urge to do so. Like now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is like a roller coaster ride. A very extreme one. I feel extremely happy at one time then the next, I feel extremely sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are the interesting or worth-knowing things which happened this week. &lt;br /&gt;+ I crammed two projects this week. My Health Project (Thanks Tiff!) and Home Reading Report. I passed my Health Project 3 days late and thankfully my HRR on time.&lt;br /&gt;+ Mrs. Suva can be our Math teacher (since Mrs. Pedrosa already left)! Haha. She is so good.&lt;br /&gt;+ Instead of practicing for English, we played jump rope. Haha. :P &lt;br /&gt;+ Instead of doing our AP project, we didn't do anything. But all's good. I had fun. And that was what I wanted exactly. Do nothing. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-114154903820633115?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114154903820633115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=114154903820633115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114154903820633115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114154903820633115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/03/as-you-can-see-i-dont-update-on-daily.html' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-114079060500061731</id><published>2006-02-25T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T22:29:45.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Remind me to hate slopes, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this quiz in Math yesterday and I didn't see the direction saying find the slope. Wow. How fun, it is worth 4 points. Plus, do you know I'm failing Math? Not actually failing but I'm getting really low scores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Last night, I tortured my brain for studying Bio, CL, Pinoi and AP. Bio is all about memorizing and analyzing. And sophomores only have a day or two to prepare for the long quiz. In CL, we have to memorize 10 encyclicals in I don't even know what language it is (some are English though). Pinoi is fine. AP, uhm, it's fine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up this morning feeling all groggy. I pushed myself to study Bio again since I don't want to mess up my grade in Bio. I arrive in school and the news of no classes welcomes me. Yeah, I should be happy and all but hey those hours of studying? My god. I thought my weekend is going to be free. I'm afraid not. Except for the fact that I better start working on my Health and English project if I want to pass them on time. Wait, I already have a minus in Health. Nice. Now I have quizzes to worry about. But yeah, I can study these better. Plus, I plan on watching GALs on Sunday. I don't even know if I'm still going because of the rallies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-114079060500061731?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114079060500061731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=114079060500061731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114079060500061731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114079060500061731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/02/remind-me-to-hate-slopes-okay-we-had.html' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-114025844225243628</id><published>2006-02-19T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T08:01:34.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First things first. Getting out of cards. My grades turned out well except for Music. I know, I know it is only a minor subject. But still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back and forth from the classroom and the screening gate. I was waiting for Mrs. Mendoza, that's why. I spent six hours at UP. Zzzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home at around 2:30. Patty, Yuka and Grace were inviting me to go to DASC with them, but I can't since I do not have anyone to drive me there. :( Yeah, my place is kind of near, but since I am neither allowed to walk nor commute, I wasn't able to come. So after they played, they went at my place. Haha. :P We watched OTH for a while and when my dad finally arrived, I asked permission to go to Karla's house. Surprisingly, he said yes. Yay! We were all worried he'd get mad at me because of the expression he was wearing. :P We walked to Karla's house and when we got there, it took her years to come down. Haha. She didn't believe us that we were at her house. We stayed there for a couple of minutes. Yuka and I went back home because Yuka wil fetched at our house. Grace and Patty on the other hand, left already. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have homeworks lined up. So there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-114025844225243628?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114025844225243628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=114025844225243628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114025844225243628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114025844225243628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/02/first-things-first.html' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-114016864060701315</id><published>2006-02-18T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T17:30:40.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Masaya? Aba ewan.&lt;br /&gt;Relieved? O naman. Akala ko talaga wala na ko. Kagulat-gulat man, kasama pa rin pala ako. Nung sinabi un ni Mrs. Suva, sobrang saya ko! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting out of cards na bukas. Nakoo. Patay ako. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, may Pep Rally kanina. Ang galing syempre. And yeah, sana payagan ako sa GALs. Di pa ko nagpapaalam. Next week pa naman eh. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos ito, napakainit kanina habang Flag Retreat. Ack. Alam niyo un, ung tipong masusunog ka na sa init?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakafrustrate ngayong linggo. And probably the rest of the schoolyear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-114016864060701315?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114016864060701315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=114016864060701315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114016864060701315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/114016864060701315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/02/masaya-aba-ewan.html' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-113999855855182865</id><published>2006-02-15T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T18:15:58.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Surprisingly, I am happy today. I do not even know what the reason is. I just feel happy. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-113999855855182865?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113999855855182865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=113999855855182865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113999855855182865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113999855855182865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/02/surprisingly-i-am-happy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-113956873182906952</id><published>2006-02-11T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T19:03:09.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wierd names? Coming right up. Hahaha. :) Suddenly, we have these oh-so-weird names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our phone got busted yesterday. Some weird people stole the cable. Whateveer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, before I forget, thanks a lot Doggie(Karla) for helping me in the breaststroke yesterday. Thaaanks so much. The water during swimming was freezing. Coooold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we did not have CL, instead we had uhm, I do not even know what it is called, guidance period(?). Haha. Sorry. And our topic was kind of interesting, how to appreciate your friends. Uhh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math period came and I made a stupid mistake in our seatwork. &lt;em&gt;Haay. Kokopya na nga lang ako ng equation sa book, mali pa.&lt;/em&gt; Argh. Then, I forgot the term origin for our quiz. &lt;em&gt;Haay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we had a quiz in Bio which was an essay. Argh. I hate essays. We also had the interaction with the Aetas. The presentations of our batchmates were good. :) Mrs. Suva said that there is going to be a medical mission for them. I want to go. Haha. I want to experience those things Mrs. Suva told us. I just hope my parents allow me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kakabadtrip kanina. Putek, twice un ah. Kung alam &lt;strong&gt;niyo&lt;/strong&gt; lang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing, the people who sit close to me are there to cheer me up. :) &lt;em&gt;Super saya don sa place namin. Tawa lang ng tawa. Kahit gaano man ka-shallow ung reasons namin. And walang KJ don.&lt;/em&gt; I sooo &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; that place. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-113956873182906952?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113956873182906952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=113956873182906952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113956873182906952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113956873182906952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/02/wierd-names-coming-right-up.html' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-113921508220350261</id><published>2006-02-07T08:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T16:42:08.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is our last outreach. So yeah, everything went, uhm, fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember I've been down for the last couple of days? Well, a little something is all I need to cheer me up. And that little something is &lt;strong&gt;Fio's VCD&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha. :) Here are the parts of the VCD I liked. Actually, I liked the whole VCD but here are the parts that really made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;em&gt;Pagsakay ni Yuka sa&lt;/em&gt; Chinese garter.&lt;br /&gt;~ Pat'bu modeling! &lt;em&gt;May&lt;/em&gt; future &lt;em&gt;ah&lt;/em&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;~ Niqnax singing We Belong Together.&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;em&gt;Yung part na si Inna and Niqnax nagsasnap. Ay wait, si Niqnax lang pala yung nagsasnap. Si Inna, wala lang. Tapos biglang si Niqnax na lang.&lt;/em&gt; Cuteeeee. :P&lt;br /&gt;~ Mrs. Suva dancing to September.&lt;br /&gt;~ Pal, Anna, Fio, Nikki and Niqnax are eating Chippy. &lt;em&gt;Parang takam na takam na yung iba.&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;~ Jen throwing (Well, not actually throwing but somewhat close to it.) her baby.&lt;br /&gt;~ Inna modeling. :))&lt;br /&gt;~ Katrina modeling. Love the clothes. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully everyone will get a chance to see it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-113921508220350261?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113921508220350261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=113921508220350261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113921508220350261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113921508220350261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/02/today-is-our-last-outreach.html' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-113911784644937665</id><published>2006-02-06T05:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T13:37:26.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I took a quiz out of boredom. It is a personality quiz, as usual. Here are some truths. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have medium extroversion.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you are full of energy and open to new social experiences.&lt;br /&gt;But you also need to hibernate and enjoy your "down time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have medium conscientiousness.&lt;br /&gt;When you need to buckle down, you can usually get tasks done.&lt;br /&gt;But you've been known to goof off when you know you can get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have low agreeableness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have medium neuroticism.&lt;br /&gt;You're generally cool and collected, but sometimes you do panic.&lt;br /&gt;Little worries or problems can consume you, draining your energy.&lt;br /&gt;Your life is pretty smooth, but there's a few emotional bumps you'd like to get rid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your openness to new experiences is high.&lt;br /&gt;In life, you tend to be an early adopter of all new things and ideas.&lt;br /&gt;You'll try almost anything interesting, and you're constantly pushing your own limits.&lt;br /&gt;A great connoisseir of art and beauty, &lt;strong&gt;you can find the positive side of almost anything.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Haha. I wish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-113911784644937665?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113911784644937665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=113911784644937665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113911784644937665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113911784644937665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-took-quiz-out-of-boredom.html' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-113902887620927791</id><published>2006-02-05T04:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T12:54:36.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Napapaisip na naman ako. Ewan. Parang ang gulo gulo na ng mga bagay bagay ngayon.&lt;/em&gt; Seems everything/everyone is drifting away. Drama &lt;em&gt;ko&lt;/em&gt;? Screw mee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-113902887620927791?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113902887620927791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=113902887620927791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113902887620927791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113902887620927791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/02/napapaisip-na-naman-ako.html' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-113901400347051070</id><published>2006-02-04T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T12:07:49.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just to make things even worse, &lt;em&gt;hihirit ka pa talaga&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Strike two mo na&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Parang ang saya saya ko na at lahat lahat&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Para sayo joke time lang un&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Nice work&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-113901400347051070?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113901400347051070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=113901400347051070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113901400347051070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113901400347051070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-to-make-things-even-worse-hihirit.html' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-113878962149733616</id><published>2006-02-02T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T18:32:12.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aaaaaaaaaaagh. Can someone please save me from this excruciating week? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems I am exaggerating? Actually, I am not. Things go out of hand these past few days. And I mean &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; go out of hand. Yeah, I try to look at the brighter side of things but it just won't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only time can fly faster...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-113878962149733616?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113878962149733616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=113878962149733616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113878962149733616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113878962149733616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/02/aaaaaaaaaaagh.html' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-113842382309517473</id><published>2006-01-29T04:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T12:50:23.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I now know the results of all of the exams. Some are depressing. Others are okay. Hmm. Days before the EOP were hellish. Real hellish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, EOP! Woaw. So, so fun! :)&lt;br /&gt;+ Woke up a bit late. Haha. But still on time for the trip. :)&lt;br /&gt;+ Shell, Boarding!&lt;br /&gt;+ Museum&lt;br /&gt;+ Film Viewing in the Pavilion&lt;br /&gt;+ Tour (Botanical Gardens)&lt;br /&gt;+ Center for Raptors. Goodness, getting there was so tiring.&lt;br /&gt;+ Trekking. Wohoo! Getting dirty with mud was fun. Haha. Tiring as it was, worth it &lt;em&gt;naman&lt;/em&gt;. You won't even feel tired once you see the waterfalls. :) Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;+ Resort. I forgot the name of the place. Forest something. The pool was great, hot water! :)&lt;br /&gt;+ Bus. So, so fuuun! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. Gotta go. I still have to get ready. We will go to the province &lt;em&gt;kasi&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-113842382309517473?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113842382309517473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=113842382309517473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113842382309517473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113842382309517473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-now-know-results-of-all-of-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-113801151199611036</id><published>2006-01-24T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T18:18:32.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow we'll be having a new seating arrangement. Take note, this time we can sit with whomever we want. Yey! :) Fuuuuun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-113801151199611036?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113801151199611036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=113801151199611036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113801151199611036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113801151199611036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/01/tomorrow-well-be-having-new-seating.html' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-113782781184351433</id><published>2006-01-22T07:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T15:16:51.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A week passed since I last updated. Unsurprisingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, this week came to its end. No more studying. Yey! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... Like everyone, I dread to see the results. &lt;em&gt;Nakooo&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I'd get satisfying ones. So I can enjoy next week better. Haha. EOP. :) Can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-113782781184351433?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113782781184351433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=113782781184351433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113782781184351433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113782781184351433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/01/week-passed-since-i-last-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-113722611087984980</id><published>2006-01-15T07:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T16:08:30.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did not go to school today. Yeah, classes on a Saturday. Boriing. But it is not the reason why I was absent. I was sick, that's why. And the exams are coming up. Actually, it is next week already. Goodluck. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to debate anymore... It is so hard. I mean, you need to talk for seven minutes stating your matters and stuff. Will anyone please help me? Plus, our next motion is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Do people really want to know how you feel when they ask how are you? Or are they just trying to be polite?" - PS, I Love You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The happier people can be, the unhappier they are." - Veronica Decides to Die&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-113722611087984980?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113722611087984980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=113722611087984980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113722611087984980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113722611087984980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-did-not-go-to-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-113697671878622370</id><published>2006-01-12T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T18:51:58.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm. I want to update on a lot of things but when I come face to face with the computer, my thoughts disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagbago nang lahat sayo... Sad but true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-113697671878622370?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113697671878622370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=113697671878622370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113697671878622370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113697671878622370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/01/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-113653867556248865</id><published>2006-01-07T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T11:33:31.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School was stressful. It seems that the rest I got during the break was all used up in just three days. That is how stressful school was. A dozen requirements were given. Plus, teachers continuously remind us about the upcoming exams. Pressure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to prove how &lt;em&gt;sabog&lt;/em&gt; a lot of people were when school started, class numbers 21-30 forgot to clean last Wednesday. Now, we have to clean for a whole week. Ack, this sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some good things also happened. Like being exempted in the AP quiz awhile ago and having plus points in the long quiz next week. :) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I am amazed how someone can change your perception of her in such a quick time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Why does things suddenly go out of hand when you thought everything is going according to plans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ What kind of friend would ever say that? Shet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Yeah, don't get your hopes up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-113653867556248865?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113653867556248865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=113653867556248865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113653867556248865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113653867556248865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2006/01/school-was-stressful.html' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-113586965752195280</id><published>2005-12-30T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T23:32:00.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>frisbee</title><content type='html'>Be careful what you wish for... This is true but it does not apply to me. Absurd? I guess so but I choose not to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished my project in THE, the fashion magazine. Yey. Finally, I can relax. Oh wait, there are other things to worry about. Yeah. Did I say relax?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I'd spend New Year at my Tita's place. Wooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a giant frisbee! Haha. The one I saw on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't get your hopes up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-113586965752195280?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113586965752195280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=113586965752195280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113586965752195280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113586965752195280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2005/12/frisbee.html' title='frisbee'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-113544227294628202</id><published>2005-12-25T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T00:41:09.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christmas is officially here! So, Merry Christmas everyone! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas is not felt by a lot people. And I am one of those people, as usual. This is not new to me. But I can definitely say this is better than last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here in the province right now. But would you believe I am using an iBook G4 courtesy of my oh-so-updated-when-it-comes-to-gadgets tito. And he also has this super-duper-uber-mega-fast broadband connection which is also wireless and leaves me with nothing to do because of its speed. Woaw. I can stay here forever. :) How ironic can life be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the Christmas Spirit would finally come to my senses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-113544227294628202?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113544227294628202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=113544227294628202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113544227294628202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113544227294628202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-is-officially-here-so-merry.html' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-113530734392964911</id><published>2005-12-24T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T11:14:56.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am back to zero once again. The fashion magazine I have been working on for a long time won't open up. Err. This is the second time it happened to me. Stupid program! The deadline is on, &lt;strong&gt;January 6&lt;/strong&gt;. So yeah, I have two weeks. But still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I hate this project!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not even aware of the date today. It seems that days just pass by and I am left to do the magazine. Instead of me enjoying my vacation plus tranquility, worries fill me up. Would you even believe I dreamt about this project last night? Goodness, it bothers me a &lt;strong&gt;lot&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is two days away. And I can't even feel it. Poor me. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-113530734392964911?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113530734392964911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=113530734392964911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113530734392964911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113530734392964911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-am-back-to-zero-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-113524294686903323</id><published>2005-12-23T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T17:15:46.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coolest hottie</title><content type='html'>I took a test and it says in 2005, I moved on. And I guess it is so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a great day today until ... Hay. Kainis. But when I saw one's testimonial to someone, I laughed my heart out! Hahaha. Here goes my shallowness once again. :) Well, at least it changed my mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-113524294686903323?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113524294686903323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=113524294686903323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113524294686903323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113524294686903323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2005/12/coolest-hottie.html' title='coolest hottie'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-113514727696188835</id><published>2005-12-22T06:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T14:41:16.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness</title><content type='html'>I pushed myself out of bed so early today to attend Simbang Gabi. Wait, actually my sister pushed me out of bed. Haha. Yeah, it's my first. Haha. I saw a couple of familiar faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even it has been two days after the fair, the happiness still lingers on me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-113514727696188835?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113514727696188835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=113514727696188835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113514727696188835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113514727696188835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2005/12/happiness.html' title='happiness'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-113500055047641251</id><published>2005-12-20T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T21:55:50.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>December 16, 17 and 18. A splurge of &lt;strong&gt;happiness&lt;/strong&gt; filled me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sixteen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True enough, I was annoyed for having classes for four periods. Who wouldn't be, anyway? But the good thing is, most of the periods were given away. Each class had their own christmas party. Ours started with exchanging of gifts. Table - chair : Bianca - Juvan. We watched &lt;strong&gt;Just Like Heaven&lt;/strong&gt; while munching on anything there is to eat. Just towards the end of the film, the time for me to leave came. Ugh. Afterwards, we had our practice for the English Week. Blaaah. &lt;em&gt;Actually, naglaro lang kami. Debate kasi yung sinalihan ko eh nagkaron na ng first round kahapon, kaya ayun. Laro lang kami. Ilang minutes before nung fair, we [Hannah, Karla, Pat'bu and I] fixed ourselves. Ayun, kikay time. After non, walang katapusang 'picturan'. Saya grabe! As the clock ticked at 3:30, ayan baba na kami. Lahat kami gutom na. Shoot. Wala pang chits. 4:00 pa daw. Hay. Ayan, hintay kami. Ikot,ikot. Yey, 4:00 na. Pila na kami. After non, bili na ng food! Yum!&lt;/em&gt; We went to our so-so-so far room to get ready for the Bible Service. Mrs. Santos gave us reminders and the time for us to go down came. &lt;em&gt;Ayon, 'picturan' ulit sa gym&lt;/em&gt;. Fun, fun, fun. &lt;em&gt;Galing! Ayon, uwian na. Pagod akoo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seventeen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Naaantok ako! Hay. Ako nag-check ng attendance 'til 7:30 kaya nag-stay kami nila Hannah and Karla sa may screening gate. Ayos lang rin kasi hinihintay namin si Pat'bu. Nung dumating na si Pat'bu, ikot, ikot ulit. Eh ayon, na-jail kami. Haah. Ayos lang, 'picturan' kami sa loob. Ack. Umalis na si Pat'bu. Hay. Blaaah. Boring magbantay, pero wala eh. After non pumunta kami kila Yuka. Ayon, ayos ulit. After non, kain kami before Spotlight. Ganda nung Spotlight. Super duper saya! Galing ni Mrs. Suva! Barbie Almalbis! :) Pagod pa rin akoo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eighteen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Naaantok pa rin ako. Di ako nag-check ng attendance. Haha. Bait ni Mrs. Suva, siya na yung nag-check ng attendance. Habang mass, pinipigilan kong makatulog. Hay. Harap pa man din ako. After non, ikot na naman. Grabee, for four and a half hours, nagbantay ako. Dapat nga 5 hours buti na lang mabait si Mrs. Pineda. :) Line na kami for Band Aid. Wooo! Saya ng Band Aid, sobra! Hahaha. Walang tatalo.&lt;/em&gt; And I know this applies to me, Hannah and Karla. &lt;em&gt;Pagod na pagod akoo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kahit boring yung fair, dahil sa inyo naging masaya naman kahit papano. At dahil rin sa inyo, di lang ito lumipas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-113500055047641251?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113500055047641251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=113500055047641251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113500055047641251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113500055047641251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2005/12/december-16-17-and-18.html' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-113446874612164161</id><published>2005-12-14T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T18:18:51.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miss</title><content type='html'>i want a lot of things. i think my wanting has turned into craving. the more i crave for those things, the more i think i will not have those. &lt;strong&gt;ack&lt;/strong&gt;. ever had a feeling you need to impress someone? and it seems that that someone does not even notice your efforts. &lt;strong&gt;ack&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and being in charge is so so so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am super duper missing someone. &lt;em&gt;sana makausap na kita kaagad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-113446874612164161?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113446874612164161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=113446874612164161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113446874612164161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113446874612164161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2005/12/miss.html' title='miss'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-113427722228506231</id><published>2005-12-12T04:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T13:02:44.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;ano ba yan. ang malas malas ko. una, na-delet ko yung template ko. sumunod, di na-save yung project ko, yung fashion magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano na kayang susunod?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-113427722228506231?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-113412085517329033</id><published>2005-12-10T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T17:34:15.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>senti</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;napapatunganga ako kanina. parang nasa ibang mundo yung utak ko. siguro nga. ayun, buti na lang may kakulitan ako kanina kaya medyo bumalik naman na ako sa sarili ko. kelangan ko na nga siguro talaga ng kausap. ang saya, kulitan talaga kami ng sobra ni Jeselle. haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parusa kanina! hay. ang daming notes. kainis. ang dami ring homeworks. tapos bukas investi pa namin. goodluck nga pala samin ha. first trial namin, palpak. problema pa yung materials. :( sa wednesday na yung oral defense. at saka kelangan ko ng matinong grade sa project kundi bababa grades ko. wala na kasing ibang hihila dun eh. isa lang kasi project namin this quarter. ayun, kaya sobrang kelangan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buti na lang 5 days na lang kami magcaclasses. wait, make it 4 and a half days. tapos fair na! after non christmas break. ewan. wala na kong ma-look forward to. okay lang mag-fair. pero i'm not exactly thrilled. normal lang. feeling ko parang lilipas lang yun. hope not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-113412085517329033?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113412085517329033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=113412085517329033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113412085517329033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113412085517329033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2005/12/senti.html' title='senti'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-113369949134942806</id><published>2005-12-05T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T20:39:36.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;investigatory project&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is so hard. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;may naalala lang ako, nabasa ko sa&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Speak&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No one really cares what you have to say.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it rude?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-113369949134942806?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113369949134942806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=113369949134942806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113369949134942806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113369949134942806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2005/12/investigatory-project.html' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-113369921720245194</id><published>2005-12-04T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T20:33:09.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one word to describe this day: memorable. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is my first time to commute. plus, i am only with my sister. :P haha. this is what i call shooping spree. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is so so so fun. no matter how tiring it is. i super duper enjoyed myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-113351527542309592</id><published>2005-12-03T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T17:21:15.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pathetic</title><content type='html'>pathetic, pathetic, pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, a lot of things get me thinking. ack. and i usually end up with &lt;strong&gt;pathetic&lt;/strong&gt; conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how ironic can life be? at one moment, i made Pat'bu read my palm. then the next, i hear 'you can't predict the future'. shoot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-113351527542309592?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-113342969877600554</id><published>2005-12-02T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T17:34:58.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pakelamera</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;sana kasi bago ka nagsalita, alam mo kung ano yung meaning ng sinabi ko.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-113342969877600554?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113342969877600554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=113342969877600554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113342969877600554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113342969877600554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2005/12/pakelamera.html' title='pakelamera'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-113335283092053926</id><published>2005-12-01T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T20:13:50.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first thing in the morning my efforts were wasted. err.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, every subject turned out to be fine, some boring. haha. during lunch time, &lt;strong&gt;chinese garter&lt;/strong&gt;! :)) i learned interesting things about debating. one is it's not about the content it's about the way you speak. wow. all this time i thought it's &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; about the content. there was intrams practice today and unsurprisingly, i didn't practice. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it nice having someone to talk to? yeah, it is. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-113335283092053926?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113335283092053926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=113335283092053926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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isa nako sa mga yun eh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;una yung priest. ewan ko.&lt;/em&gt; maybe, irritated is more appropraite for him. &lt;em&gt;sumunod, ako. iniba kasi yung seating arrangement.&lt;/em&gt; no, this is not because i don't like my seatmate. &lt;em&gt;yung place lang talaga yung problema. dulo ba naman kasi.&lt;/em&gt; i'll just think of it as a challenge. &lt;em&gt;hay.&lt;/em&gt; it'll be a lot harder to concentrate now. &lt;em&gt;huli, ung stat. ewan ko ulit. nakakafrustrate, nakakastress! &lt;/em&gt;promise. i'll probably get a low score on that quiz! &lt;strong&gt;whatever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eww. everytime i think about &lt;strong&gt;Nads' story&lt;/strong&gt;. eww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-113325790626177001?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-113314940304027814</id><published>2005-11-27T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T11:43:23.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got my card today and my grades are fine but as expected some decreased. no worries, even if it did, a point only. :) i loitered around the school with Pat'bu and Patty while waiting for Niqnax. after some time, we [Niqnax, Mel, Jen, Patty and I] went to Eastwood for Tiffany's treat. around one, we arrived at Eastwood. &lt;em&gt;ikot, ikot.&lt;/em&gt; first, we bought Tiffany a gift. :) then, we bought tickets for the movie [HP4]. we played at Power Station, Patty! hahaha. we went in to some shops. a record store, haha. i was pushing the door that is locked. a bookstore, where i knocked a label. :P haha. we also went to people are people and bayo. &lt;em&gt;ikot, ikot.&lt;/em&gt; finally, Tiffany, PK, Yuka and Dice arrived. we ate at Dencio's. laugh trip! thanks Tiff. afterwhich, we went to the movie house. inside was so much fun! haha. everytime, Cedric appears... Niqnax! :P and i ended up laughing at the scene wherein Harry is on the tub. haha. when the movie ended, we were all cold. super! hahaha. except maybe for those who brought jackets. hmm. picture, picture. then Patty dropped me  at our house. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was so much fun! :) just what i need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-113314940304027814?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113314940304027814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=113314940304027814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113314940304027814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113314940304027814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-got-my-card-today-and-my-grades-are.html' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-113256458763700913</id><published>2005-11-21T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T17:16:28.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>touchball</title><content type='html'>i started this week being lazy. i guess, i will be throughout the week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, sophie's feastday is today. we had a mass and shared recess. period. no more movie for us. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwards, we had classes. yeah. :( then came practice! instead of running, just played touchball. :P fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-113256458763700913?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113256458763700913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=113256458763700913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113256458763700913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113256458763700913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2005/11/touchball.html' title='touchball'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-113213749926664310</id><published>2005-11-17T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T18:49:56.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>badtrip</title><content type='html'>today was such a bad day. and it's all because of one perfect person. NOT. and you know what, no one ever made me feel, i don't know, maybe useless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hate &lt;strong&gt;copycats&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-113213749926664310?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113213749926664310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=113213749926664310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113213749926664310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113213749926664310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2005/11/badtrip.html' title='badtrip'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-113170918349551074</id><published>2005-11-12T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T16:24:13.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>badtrip kayo!</title><content type='html'>the sem break is officially over and it is time to welcome the third quarter. :) yet ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is also time to see the outcome of the exams.  and much to my surprise, the results turned out to be okay. :) except for AP though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as expected what we did was recheck the test papers. the subjects we were able to do so were Computer, Pinoy, English and AP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, what we did on the other subjects were ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for Bio since mrs. santos was not around we made an outline. phew. it was a relief for me not to see the test papers. haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for sewing [CNs 27-51 will now have it instead of cooking since it is already the second semester :P] we had an orientation or something close to it. :P i am not really sure if i am looking forward for sewing though... but one thing is for sure, i will enjoy it better than cooking. :) not that i do not like cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a really really low score in AP. i better study harder this quarter. hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during homeroom period, we evaluated the rummage sale with mrs. santos. we also planned for the booth for the upcoming fair. :) i had this funny suggestion (&lt;em&gt;trip, trip lang yun&lt;/em&gt;). and you know what it was, picture with santa claus. hahahahaha. and to my surprise, they actually took it seriously! LOL. i was just fooling around with Fiona. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we rechecked our papers in Health. my score was just what i expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had our first intrams practice today. :) wohoo. it was fun and boring at the same time. weird. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we discussed in Stat since we have rechecked the test during the last day of exams. for English. we just copied notes while Ms. Platon spoke to some of my classmates. we rechecked our papers in CL. i got a higher score this quarter. :P haha. for AP, we had Bio instead meaning we rechecked our exams. it was fine actually. better than i ever expected in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the officers of second year sections had a meeting together with mrs. santos. ayun. she told us about the &lt;strong&gt;boat tour thingy&lt;/strong&gt;. yadda, yadda, yadda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in Sewing, we were asked to plan for the fashion mag. hay. i had a hard time coming up with ideas and frankly the ideas i had seem desperate. good thing i can still change. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music, whatever. then AP, we had this presentation of short skits wherein we have to show the effects of the Chinese culture in our day-to-day activities. for Bio, we copied the list of the projects and proceeded to the Bio Lab to perform an experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had intrams practice again! :) today, it was pure fun. even played touch ball and &lt;em&gt;tayaan&lt;/em&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during our club, those who will not take the exam went in the AVR for a talk. Mrs. Suva said we have to report to the rest of the club what we will learn from the talk so Tiffany and i decided to take down notes. then when the talk was almost halfway the speaker said that she’ll be giving handouts. ERR. bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we now have Swimming instead of PE. but before we had our Swimming class, we rechecked the papers for PE and the result was quite impressive for me. i expected to get a really low score but no, it turned out to be quite high. Swimming was fun yet tiring. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah, blah, blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinoi was very funny. Ms. Osila was teasing me on how i easily rest after each short run i take. hahaha. and the other funny thing was instead of saying &lt;em&gt;Basbasan Niyo ......&lt;/em&gt; for the prayer what i blurted out was &lt;em&gt;Pinasasalamtan .........&lt;/em&gt; to think that it was before lunch. plus, i was just in front of her! talk about humiliating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah, blah, blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, we rechecked the test in Math. hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy birthday FIONA! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we rechecked the papers in THE today. we had an uber-irritating SW in English. god, CL was hilarious. CHALK. LOL. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math is sooo confusing! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hay nako. nakakabadtrip kanina, diba pat’bu?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-113170918349551074?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113170918349551074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=113170918349551074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113170918349551074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113170918349551074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2005/11/badtrip-kayo.html' title='badtrip kayo!'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-113108964249087840</id><published>2005-11-05T07:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T15:34:02.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am posting today for a change. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's good that we don't have requirements to accomplish this break. this really is a break. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was talking to a friend awhile ago, i noticed that our conversation starts and ends the same way everytime we talk. it seems that even though we talk, we really can't express the way we feel, not like before. it is just plain talk. we do not really share what's happening in our lives. time really does change everything. sad but true. another consequence i have to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god. boredom is killing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-113108964249087840?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113108964249087840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=113108964249087840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113108964249087840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113108964249087840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-posting-today-for-change.html' title=''/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-113055509014952135</id><published>2005-10-30T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T11:13:42.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rewards</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Tuesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinoi&lt;br /&gt;THE&lt;br /&gt;Computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English&lt;br /&gt;Math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AP&lt;br /&gt;Statistics&lt;br /&gt;Health&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology&lt;br /&gt;PE&lt;br /&gt;CL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is the schedule of our exams this quarter. whew. were the exams hard! especially bio and AP. :( and guess what? mrs. suva said that more than half of the class failed in the AP test. err. but then, the good part is... the &lt;b&gt;exams&lt;/b&gt; are over. :) wohoo! that long week of studying... those mind-boggling questions... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, we had our rummage sale yesterday. oh was it exhausting yet definitely fun. :) i had a great time with my fellow &lt;i&gt;dispatsadoras&lt;/i&gt;. hahahaha. this week has been really fun. [minus the exams] :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-113055509014952135?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113055509014952135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=113055509014952135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113055509014952135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/113055509014952135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2005/10/rewards.html' title='rewards'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-112934768794623269</id><published>2005-10-15T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T11:41:27.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>about time :)</title><content type='html'>i finally got my &lt;strong&gt;iPod nano&lt;/strong&gt;. :) and it's black. yey! another good thing is i just transferred songs from my ate's iTunes. haha. no sweat. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-112934768794623269?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/112934768794623269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=112934768794623269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/112934768794623269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/112934768794623269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2005/10/about-time.html' title='about time :)'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-112893863786124934</id><published>2005-10-10T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T18:03:57.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty normal</title><content type='html'>we had our outreach today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was sooooooooo tiring. i can't say it was fun too. it was just &lt;strong&gt;normal&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goooooooood. the stat project [wait, is it really a project?] is so confusing. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-112893863786124934?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/112893863786124934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=112893863786124934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/112893863786124934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/112893863786124934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2005/10/pretty-normal.html' title='pretty normal'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17604764.post-112885136564078774</id><published>2005-10-09T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T17:49:25.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iPod nano</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i so cannot wait for tuesday. that is when i will finally get my iPod nano. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17604764-112885136564078774?l=biaaancaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/112885136564078774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17604764&amp;postID=112885136564078774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/112885136564078774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17604764/posts/default/112885136564078774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biaaancaaa.blogspot.com/2005/10/ipod-nano.html' title='iPod nano'/><author><name>B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15597143565533898895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IjSRNJbiceI/SD5OGS8k-zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gKMWSCqLwow/S220/DSC04076.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
