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href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-6499789323103126205</id><published>2008-06-27T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T21:25:26.469+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enchong dee'/><title type='text'>Ang boyfriend kong....extraterrestrial</title><content type='html'>Haha. Grabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagpabili pa ako sa tatay ko ng brown rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan tuloy, nagkwento siya ng tungkol sa palay at kabataan niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, dalhin ko nga ung hip-hop abs sa dorm. Try ko kung effective. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodluck naman sa akin. Feel ko panoorin ko na naman siya. Di ko naman gagawin. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang hot ni enchong dee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in super.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pangarap ko siya maging boylet. hahaha. Sabi nga sa Jumper, If you're going to dream, might as well dream big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh sobrang bigtime hotness siya. So, pwede na diba? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SGTqB2IFckI/AAAAAAAAABA/TO8_m8KlS-k/s1600-h/dvd868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SGTqB2IFckI/AAAAAAAAABA/TO8_m8KlS-k/s320/dvd868.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216551585832071746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-6499789323103126205?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/6499789323103126205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=6499789323103126205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/6499789323103126205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/6499789323103126205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2008/06/ang-boyfriend-kongextraterrestrial.html' title='Ang boyfriend kong....extraterrestrial'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SGTqB2IFckI/AAAAAAAAABA/TO8_m8KlS-k/s72-c/dvd868.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-927978320018415004</id><published>2008-06-21T14:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T14:55:36.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nurse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caregiver'/><title type='text'>What's the difference between a caregiver and a nurse?</title><content type='html'>I really liked what one of our clinical instructors said during our orientation last June 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the movie Caregiver the line was "I care about my job sir!.... And I care about you.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what a nurse would and should have said: "I care about you sir... and I care about my job also."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alottafun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-927978320018415004?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/927978320018415004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=927978320018415004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/927978320018415004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/927978320018415004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2008/06/whats-difference-between-caregiver-and.html' title='What&apos;s the difference between a caregiver and a nurse?'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-8130550501463777777</id><published>2008-06-07T17:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T17:54:50.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Who knew?</title><content type='html'>Naisipan ko lang balikan ang mga nakaraan kong blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maghalungkat kung may nasulat ba akong kakaiba or what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I came across this entry: &lt;a href="http://yinanev.vox.com/library/post/god-is-not-dead.html"&gt;http://yinanev.vox.com/library/post/god-is-not-dead.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after nung LSS 26. When I was still attending BLD prayer meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, masaya naman ako nung umattend ako. Natakot lang ako kasi di na umaattend mga kaibigan ko. And I felt na hindi ko kayang makibagay or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to go back. Sobrang gusto ko na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;parang sbi nung friend ko, ayaw na dw nia um-attend, kc parang kaming tatlo lang mgkakabarkada ung magkakakilala, wala kaming friends na iba. &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;aun, lakad lakad, dn nung pasakay na kmi sa elevator sa may mrt, nakasabay namin ung isang member dn.. dn parang ui! hello and stuff,, mas nauna xa ng LSS sa amin,, so mas mtagal xa na member.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;dn it turns out na kasing age lng nmn xa at ito pa! schoolmate pala xa ng friend ko. dn magkalapit lng ung binababaan nilang mrt station&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;so, instant friend! aun, dn bglang naalala nmn ung png-uusapan nmn earlier na wala kaming friends na iba..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;amazing lng nung ginawa ni Lord.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;diba? wala lng.. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wonder what happened to that girl who wrote that entry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-8130550501463777777?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/8130550501463777777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=8130550501463777777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/8130550501463777777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/8130550501463777777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2008/06/who-knew.html' title='Who knew?'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-3837371493231722116</id><published>2008-06-06T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T23:30:21.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buiset'/><title type='text'>What the hell...?!</title><content type='html'>Nakakainis. As in nakakabuiset!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ko magets tatay ko. Hiniram niya saglit ung computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akala ko naman saglit lang siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh may tntype pa ako.. Di ko pa nasasave... Pero sige siya na muna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After how many hours. Natapos din siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagbalik ko.. Pinatay niya ung computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kalmado ka lang Vianney.." sabi ko sa sarili ko... "Baka sinave naman niya.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aba. Walangya yan. Pagbukas ko. Hinanap ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HINDI SINAVE!!!! At umakyat na siya't natulog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the effing hell?!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-3837371493231722116?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/3837371493231722116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=3837371493231722116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/3837371493231722116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/3837371493231722116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-hell.html' title='What the hell...?!'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-7654913665678774292</id><published>2008-06-06T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T23:26:29.378+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flu vaccine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nurse'/><title type='text'>Flu vaccine</title><content type='html'>Omg.... OMFG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a nurse.. ah a student nurse pala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe. Pumayag din sa wakas Ate ko na ako ang mag-injection sa kanya ng vaccine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eldest sister kasi recently gave my father and I flu shots. Iniwan niya sa ref ung para sa sister ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga 2 days ko na pinipilit siya, pero ayaw niya. Sabi ko "Bakit ayaw mo ako magbigay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sagot ba naman "Ayoko masaktan ang damdamin mo pag sinagot ko ang tanong mo...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then kanina, pinilit ko siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lied about something na baka masira lang ung vaccine or what... which is, alam ko namang hindi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero pumayag siya. At thank goodness, andito boyfriend niya. Magalaw kasi siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in. Bigla siyang gagalaw at sisigaw ng "Sandali! Di pa ako ready!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano ko? Rapist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Anyway, ayun pumayag siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natakot naman ako. Kasi last time na humawak ako nag-IM ako e tipong Ma'am Famadico 1st sem days pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaso may mali akong nagawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang tagal ko tanggalin ung needle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masakit daw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone na gusto ng flu vaccine.... P500 lang siya... Doctor's fee is like P50 lang kung ate ko maginjection..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung gusto niyo lang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi niya, okay lang naman daw na tayo-tayo mag-injection... IM lang naman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang sarap ng feeling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-7654913665678774292?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/7654913665678774292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=7654913665678774292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/7654913665678774292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/7654913665678774292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2008/06/flu-vaccine.html' title='Flu vaccine'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-7107696644508094043</id><published>2008-05-26T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T00:23:25.493+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><title type='text'>Ganito ba maging 18?</title><content type='html'>Recently, I went to an out of town birthday celebration of a highschool friend. Kasama namin family nila and there were 4 of us galing sa barkada. But, the U.B.E (a.k.a ultimate bonding experience) was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And naisip namin na mature na ang barkada namin, since ang youngest namin ay 18 na! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about a lot of things. Isa na dun ung relationships. Typically, kahit papaano pag mga friends mo tipong may lovelife, eh mapressure ka din maghanap [kung wala kang boylet] at mapaisip kung bakit wala ka. Pero sa barkada namin, napag-usapan namin na it's not a big deal kasi tipong 2 lang sa amin ang may current relationship talaga. ay 3 pala. Nakalimutan ko. [Jean, magpakita ka na kasi sa amin.] So parang deadma lang kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero diba, pag iniisip mo you're getting older na, pero NBSB ka pa rin. Parang nauubos ung years mo looking. I have a friend na gusto na niyang magpakasal by the age of 25. She's turning 19 this year and in 6 years dapat makahanap na siya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang intense man nitong sinasabi ko, but mapapaisip ka talaga. Actually, I'm having a hard time explaining what I really mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, try ko ulit. Pinag-uusapan namin ng isa ko pang friend ko ung isang guy na gusto niya, and sobrang she's trying to have a decent conversation with him. Pero ang hirap daw kasi hindi good conversationalist. Then, biglang nabanggit niya na she really likes this guy kasi she can see herself with him in the future. It's like alam niyang may patutunguhan ung life nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang hirap nun diba? Sobrang layo na ng perspective niya. Pero if ako din naman, parang mas maganda ata na if may makilala ka na ngayon na future partner. Makasama mo talaga ng matagal, kesa pag mga tipong mid-20's ka na e dun ka pa lang kikilos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasi for me, lahat ng tao sa pamilya ko [of legal age of course] meron silang lovelife. Hell, daig pa ako ng tatay ko na akala ko kasama ko sa singlehood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend asked me if I find myself attractive. Natawa naman ako. Kasi parang feel ko, kung sumagot ba ako ng oo, mukha namang sobrang vain ko. Pag huminde naman ako it will look like na I have low self-esteem or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi niya sa akin. Alam mo naman sa sarili mo na di ka maganda pero, you know for sure na di ka rin panget, but alam mo na attractive ka. May certain type/s ng opposite sex na alam mong kaya mong ma-attract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasabi ko 'to kasi kahit papaano napapaisip din ako na... Panget ba ako?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasi somehow, kahit sabihin mong you're happy being single and you don't need to be in a relationship. Mapapaisip ka din minsan how does it feel to have someone, to be in love with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope na somehow mature na tingin ko sa ganitong bagay e. I don't know how. Akala ko at the end of this entry kahit papaano malinaw na pag-iisip ko. Pero, di pa rin e. Sobrang dami ko talagang naiisip ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thought it would help if I write about it. Mas nagulo ata ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, just to be clear. I think I can like you. I really do. Wala pa siya sa level na alam kong like talaga kita. Parang I know na makakasundo kita kahit umabot man lang sa pagiging friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I don't know. I just don't know. I'm confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn barbecues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-7107696644508094043?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/7107696644508094043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=7107696644508094043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/7107696644508094043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/7107696644508094043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2008/05/ganito-ba-maging-18.html' title='Ganito ba maging 18?'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-5971759260836691503</id><published>2008-05-08T21:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T22:20:14.979+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossip girl'/><title type='text'>Gossip girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SCMHh1_cNNI/AAAAAAAAAAY/NO4p9TzIUUs/s1600-h/normal_NewYorkMag002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SCMHh1_cNNI/AAAAAAAAAAY/NO4p9TzIUUs/s320/normal_NewYorkMag002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198006672925930706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn right it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought di na ako mapapareact at mapapasabi ng "bitch" sa 2nd season. Since parang wala ng conflict ke Serena and Blair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... for these past 2 new episodes. I can say the Queen B[itch] is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang fashion icon ko na ang character ni Blair Waldorf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always go for the prim and proper look. Sobrang pa-lady ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi nga ng friend ko. Blair's outfits are so carefully planned. Eh na-aattract ako sa pagka-OC ng mga damit niya. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Sobrang pagka-addict ko sa kanya e, napabili ako ng stuff na I think so like her. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a charcoal gray dress... kahit malaki legs ko gs2 ko bumili ng tights. I bought a dark blue headband... after ilang minutes na pagdedecide kung anung headband bibilhin ko. Kasi naman parang gusto ko na pakyawin lahat. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And silver na ipit pa pala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, bigla nga ako naguilty since... Dapat di ko gagastusin ung money....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaa. Impulse buyer O_o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-5971759260836691503?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/5971759260836691503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=5971759260836691503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/5971759260836691503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/5971759260836691503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2008/05/gossip-girl.html' title='Gossip girl'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SCMHh1_cNNI/AAAAAAAAAAY/NO4p9TzIUUs/s72-c/normal_NewYorkMag002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-4155055004824586433</id><published>2008-05-02T01:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T01:26:35.717+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enchanted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheesy'/><title type='text'>Ang keso ko na.</title><content type='html'>This is what happens when I hang out with my 2 nieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wanted to watch Enchanted for the nth time before they go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;[wow, bagong version ng bedtime stories, movies na ngayon]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help but smile throughout the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aargh! cheesy me. As in, kinikilig ako bigla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I love the ball scene [But, I love Giselle's dress more actually, haha. If only I have &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;enough boobs to hold that dress up &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;slim waist&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and hips and slender arms.. &lt;/span&gt;darn it. Sorry for blabbering about my insecurities]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the ending. I should say it's typical, but it's still kilig-inducing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played this part over and over [think about 1o times...or more.]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Giselle:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Is this a habit of yours? Falling off of stuff?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Robert:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt; Only when you're there to catch me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I need some kind of therapy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. Shopping is a form of therapy, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-4155055004824586433?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/4155055004824586433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=4155055004824586433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/4155055004824586433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/4155055004824586433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2008/05/ang-keso-ko-na.html' title='Ang keso ko na.'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-8742735216276027166</id><published>2008-04-26T00:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T01:43:15.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='david cook'/><title type='text'>I'm in love.</title><content type='html'>This is it. I'm in love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with david cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in soo hott!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the hollywood elimination, I admit I like David Archuleta... simply because, he looks mabango. Haha seriously, may mga ganun, di mo pa naamoy, pero mukha na. Haha, mga fetish nga naman. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my love, David Cook. He had me at "Hello". The moment he took out that electric guitar and made a sappy love song into a rock song, I was dumbfounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang hot talaga! And simula nun, I forgot about some goody david and went for the rocker boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I &lt;3 David Cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you got to be impressed with the guy. He knows how to catch the voters' attention with his rocker persona and he knows how to take risks-reasonable risks. That's it, I'm obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to anyone who have watched his performance of Mariah Carey's Always be My Baby, would have to agree with me on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, if before, may mangharana sa'yo at kantahin kanta ng isang high-pitched diva, eh baka magulantang ka diba? But when he sang it, true to Simon's words, "like a breathe of fresh air."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that there would be a time I would get bored with this rocker thing, but broadway theme week came and he sang "Music of the Night" from the musical The Phantom of the Opera. He did change the musical arrangement for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, He still nailed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm Christine and he would be the Phantom singing that song to me. Masasabi ko na lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go seduce me lang. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best comment I came across with this performance was from my friend Vernice:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;verns: and ang hot ni david cook&lt;br /&gt;vianney: oo&lt;br /&gt;verns: mejo pinipilit niya ako iviolate ah&lt;br /&gt;vianney: parang waaa nakakamelt!&lt;br /&gt;verns: pero pilit pa ba yun kung gsto ko din?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to those who were living under a rock and haven't watch any of his performances, try watching it in Youtube. As in, you'll surely fall in love with him..if you're a girl... because if you're a guy... and you fell in love with him... That would be just sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="330" height="260"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x6WOtvzfxxQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x6WOtvzfxxQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="330" height="260"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-8742735216276027166?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/8742735216276027166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=8742735216276027166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/8742735216276027166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/8742735216276027166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-in-love.html' title='I&apos;m in love.'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-2611818979760771960</id><published>2008-04-25T01:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T01:19:40.999+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><title type='text'>Vuvu moment</title><content type='html'>OMG, I'm so stupid! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still awake and I"m currently listening to &lt;a href="http://cdtop10.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chico and Delamar's top 10 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top ten was about signs that you are not very smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang funny siya until this one entry, the one who submitted it is not a big fan of basketball, then there was this one time he was with his friends, who were big fans of basketball..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;His friend said "Bilisan natin 3rd quarter na nung laro..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;He asked "Ilang quarters ba meron sa basketball?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chico and Delamar were laughing. I was still listening and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I thought : Why? What's so funny? I don't get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one of the dj's said "That's why it's called quarter! It's divided into 4."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized. Ay &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ang stupid ko&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-2611818979760771960?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/2611818979760771960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=2611818979760771960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/2611818979760771960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/2611818979760771960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2008/04/vuvu-moment.html' title='Vuvu moment'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-3072564972204288792</id><published>2008-04-23T23:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T00:15:08.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nephew'/><title type='text'>How adorable.</title><content type='html'>Random words from my 5-year-old nephew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember myself being like this when I was 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We were cleaning up the table after lunch... Suddenly he asked me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Him: Tita, baket ganun? wala ka pa inuuwi na boyfriend mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just stared at him [syempre, di makasagot ang beauty ko] and he's really serious with his question. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late one day, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wasn't in the mood to eat breakfast &lt;/span&gt;[pancit canton and wedges of boiled egg... my sister's creation] I was lying in the Cleopatra at the living room and he was watching cartoons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him: Tita, bakit ayaw mo kumain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Ayoko ng itlog ngayon e. Wala ako sa mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him: Ha?! baket? Siguro may baby sa tiyan mo no? Alam mo ikaw, ilang araw ka na di nagkakain. May baby ka nga siguro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like.. What?! My sisters who heard the conversation were laughing their asses off in the kitchen and teasing me. I was forced to eat. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;He was drawing a mouse because he really liked the ratatouille PSP game. Then he was asking my sister to help him label the parts of the mouse. I was just sitting there watching them. I thought he was finished labeling all the parts when he approached me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one part left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him: Tita! Anu ba spelling ng Ears?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: *through gritted teeth* E-A-R-S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. Only a few can understand that last one. But it's so random for him to ask me that last part and of all the part of a rat, ears pa. Puwede naman tail or what, pero it has to be ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Last sunday when we went to hear mass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was sitting with my other sister when he removed his shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My sister saw kisses [as in ung nababalitang nanganganak pag nilagay sa bulak] inside his shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked him why are there kisses in his shoes to which he replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Para mabango ung sapatos ko tita! Tingnan mo tong kabila meron pa..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, his mom, doesn't have a clue where he got that idea from...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-3072564972204288792?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/3072564972204288792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=3072564972204288792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/3072564972204288792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/3072564972204288792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-adorable.html' title='How adorable.'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-1859196495947024704</id><published>2008-04-03T01:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T02:12:53.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>J'aime</title><content type='html'>I miss studying French language. How I wish we have a language elective course. My sister said there was a mandatory Spanish language course during her time.., which was several years ago pa ate. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took up French during my first and senior year in high school. Even though the teacher was too demanding, it was still fun learning a new language. Parang napaka- elegant pakinggan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found this while blog-hopping, She had it tattooed on her side.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faut souffrir pour etre belle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out what it means. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is how I really feel right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; J'aimerais pouvoir vous contacter à nouveau&lt;br /&gt;Je voudrais pouvoir toujours vous appeler un ami&lt;br /&gt;Je donnerais n'importe quoi&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just translated it from an english song. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the same song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Je vais vous garder enfermé dans ma tête&lt;br /&gt;Jusqu'à ce que nous nous réunissons à nouveau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je ne vais pas vous oublier mon ami&lt;br /&gt;Que s'est-il passé&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Ce dernier baiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Je vais chérir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Scandalous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-1859196495947024704?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/1859196495947024704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=1859196495947024704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/1859196495947024704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/1859196495947024704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2008/04/jaime.html' title='J&apos;aime'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-316171936133839180</id><published>2008-03-26T10:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T10:32:30.113+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossip girl'/><title type='text'>I miss Gossip Girl</title><content type='html'>V is such a brat. A spoiled brat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-316171936133839180?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/316171936133839180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=316171936133839180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/316171936133839180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/316171936133839180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-miss-gossip-girl.html' title='I miss Gossip Girl'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-3928655223842371836</id><published>2008-03-25T19:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T19:31:02.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucky day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BS'/><title type='text'>BS</title><content type='html'>Ugh, i hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi na lang akong moody pag birthday ko na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel ko ba na tatanda na ako?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero hindi eh, may extra mood swing na nangyayare ngayon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, Grabe. er...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birthdays sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially 18th birthdays&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-3928655223842371836?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/3928655223842371836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=3928655223842371836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/3928655223842371836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/3928655223842371836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2008/03/bs.html' title='BS'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-280148842335097643</id><published>2008-03-23T07:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T07:54:07.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><title type='text'>Anu baaa...</title><content type='html'>Grabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAst 2 days, nilalagnat ako. Pumunta kami sa Sta. Ana kasi nung Thursday. Ang daming BMW's! At may Smart car pa. Basta, siya ung cute car na 2-seater lang... Parang electric car ang itsura. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, umulan kasi nung nagpunta kami. Eh aun, mahina ang resistance ko sa infection. Wala kasi ako nung helmet na bigla na lang nag-aappear. Ung katulad sa commercials, kaya nilagnat ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At kahapon, di na ako sumama sa palengke. Naiwan na lang ako sa bahay at nagbasa ng HP4 at nanood ng flip movies. tulad ng sakal, sakali, saklolo at one more chance. gs2 ko nga manood ngayon ng My kuya's wedding. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kabaduyan yan o. Pupunta na lang ako sa palengke mamaya, bili ako ng korean. As in tao. hahaha joke. waaaa.. ambored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-280148842335097643?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/280148842335097643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=280148842335097643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/280148842335097643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/280148842335097643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2008/03/anu-baaa.html' title='Anu baaa...'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-7929155267190803651</id><published>2008-03-19T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T21:59:09.583+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yehey'/><title type='text'>Nagpaloko naman ako...</title><content type='html'>"Sa ganda mong yan, wala kang boyfriend?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amp. Ayoko na, niloloko ko ng mga tugue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi pa. 16 yrs old pa lang daw ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-7929155267190803651?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/7929155267190803651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=7929155267190803651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/7929155267190803651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/7929155267190803651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2008/03/nagpaloko-naman-ako.html' title='Nagpaloko naman ako...'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-337057205892468623</id><published>2008-03-16T19:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T19:41:57.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random ramblings'/><title type='text'>Random-ish</title><content type='html'>I will change this layout soon, tinamad lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyperventilating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakagaling lang mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep breathing exercises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're invisible to them, but for me, you are the only one I can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intoxicating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted so bad to be the one for you, then I realized, maybe you aren't the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only. everyone's wondering... what might have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask and it shall be given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I... I... can't breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inhale Exhale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you for causing this respiratory acidosis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-337057205892468623?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/337057205892468623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=337057205892468623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/337057205892468623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/337057205892468623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2008/03/random-ish.html' title='Random-ish'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-526550755797778641</id><published>2008-02-18T21:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T05:52:08.756+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love month project'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rlemates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grabe, hectic na ngayon sobra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukas pa lang dami na gagawin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Physics&lt;/span&gt;-recitation, 10 or nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;- quiz, introduction of term paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;OB&lt;/span&gt;- quiz on fetal well-being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pedia&lt;/span&gt;- quiz and feedback on modules 2 &amp;amp; 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe parang isang subject lang wala kaming gagawin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naiyak pa ako kanina, kasi naman, di ako pumasok sa morning classes ko para lang careerin ung isa kong assignment. E, naubusan kami ng papel dito sa bahay, so sabi ko paprint ko sa labas, it turns out, sobrang bagal magload. Ang laki kasi ng file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Naiyak talaga ko.&lt;/span&gt; Napayakap na lang ako ke lou. Sobrang babaw, pero that's how I expressed ung frustration ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguro iniisip niyo, kung marami nga akong quiz, bakit ngbblog pa rin ako.&lt;br /&gt;Eh kelangan ko na update ung love month project ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this time: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;College Friends + RLE-mates&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Elaine&lt;/span&gt;- oi loka. Haha. I miss you na. Nakita pa kita kaninang morning sa kikay street. Nakakatuwa at madami akong natutunang kalandian sa'yo.. MAN BOOBS! hahahaha Explicit content na tong blog ko. Haha. Namimiss ko na makinig sa makulay mong love life. GO ju*nc*i* talaga! Haha, baka may inaatake sa puso at nagrereact diyan (lou, ikaw un. deep breathing exercise lang) Basta, aalagan ko si Joaqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Keith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- mumsie! hehe, I miss you so much na talaga. Kaka-chat lang natin kanina. At loka ka pa rin. Syempre, bully pa rin. haha. Binabantayan ko po si daddy, kahit na. hahaha. Grabe, gusto ko na ang new sexy you! haha. Alam ko namimiss mo nang magbully. Nga pala, pag pupunta ka dito, magdala ka ng chinese galing sa inyo ah. haha. Exchange gifts tayo. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- oi future RLE-mate at apartment-mate. Haha, sana naman di tayo magkasawaan ano? Di pa masyadong sikat ang modus operandi natin pero feel ko marami naman ng nakakaalam. At, sabi ko nga kanina, masaya ako na may friend akong magaling mang-uto. Haha, kasi nakakahingi ako sa'yo ng mga pinapalibre mo sa mga tao. hahaha. Keep it up ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Madel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- sabaw ka. haha. Ay nako, bully talaga 'to si madel eh. Hehe. joke, ito talaga si sexy. Lalo na pag nasa field na. yeesss naman. Hahaha. Ay madel, alam ko happy ka ngayon, dahil ke chubs. ay mali chucks nga pala. hahaha. Ah basta, wag mo na lang masyado isipin. Actually, wag ka nalang gagawa ng iisipin. hehe gulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- irog! hehe. Ang model kong friend. Wag ka, big time ka na. Alam na ba nila ang strength mo? hehe. Baka magulat sila maskulado ka pala. hehe. Salamat pala ke ate edz sa hand outs. hehe. Universal handouts siya kamo. Irog, thanks for being extra sweet ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Miko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- haha my lesbian lover. hahahaha joke. Marinig na naman tayo ni CY, mpraning un. anyway, mahal. Ang dami natin shinishare. Kaaliw ka talaga asarin ke.. haha nkikiride kasi siya e, pero alam ko na history mo, at delikado ka sa rides. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RLE-mates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; general- ay grabe, feel ko lang. Masaya tayo pag lokohan, pero nafeel nio na ba na hirap tayo pag ung as a group talaga. hehe, pero I'm proud to say, medyo nattry naman natin. Proof natin ang products ng documentation. Nakapagpasa naman tayo diba? Galing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;align=left&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Tim&lt;/span&gt;- wag ka ngang bully! haha joke lang. OI! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Edward&lt;/span&gt;-natatawa ako sa inyo kanina ni jino, haha basta nakita ko un. haha         sabaw. Matulog ka nga ng maaga. o di kaya magbaon ng maraming kendi, para makahingi ako&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Jino&lt;/span&gt;- haha thanks nmn sa concern, kahit niddoubt nio ang pagiging babae ko! at jino, 3 alarm         clocks lang solution dyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Cyril&lt;/span&gt;- oi di ako mukhang penguin, at babae ako! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Diego&lt;/span&gt;- hehe ang hotness na may beer belly na. haha joke lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Faith&lt;/span&gt;- ngayong sem lang kita nakilala, but so far, okay pa naman. wala lang. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Lawrence&lt;/span&gt;-  *momentary silence* amp.&lt;/align=left&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha mag-aaral na nga ako. BBye. xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-526550755797778641?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/526550755797778641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=526550755797778641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/526550755797778641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/526550755797778641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2008/02/grabe-hectic-na-ngayon-sobra-bukas-pa.html' title=''/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-2072702647425802666</id><published>2008-02-14T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T00:01:22.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nursing'/><title type='text'>Career-oriented Woman</title><content type='html'>Happy Valentine's day everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang dahilan kung bakit nagtitiis ako sa layout kong may naglalampungan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para lang masabi na maka-valentine's day ung blog ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who said na hater ako ng holiday na ito? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakainis kanina, may ngtext sa akin ng Happy birthday. Dapat pala sinagot ko ng "Merry Christmas!" haha. Sabi pa nila Single-awareness day daw ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ilang magsyota ba naman madaanan mo e di ka pa maging aware na single ka, ewan ko na lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sobrang saya kanina ng PE. Sana ung guy na lang lagi nagtuturo, hanep sa energy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanonood din kami ng basketball game ng women's against Eng'g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe parang animal mga Eng'g. I'm sorry, di naman lahat, pero may mga lalaki talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in sobra sila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napapasigaw na nga lang ako "Oi! Mukha kayong mga gravel!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, eh kasi bad trip, nagagalit na nga rin prof namin e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero, well panalo kami, champions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tawa pa ako dun sa isa e. Naka-3 points kasi sila edi &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;todo cheer ung lalake, as in talon, din bigla nadulas siya&lt;/span&gt;. Dulas na napahiga talaga siya. Natawa tuloy ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ito pa, habang ngccheer ako eh naka-heels pa ako. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang sama nga namin ni Lou, kasi after the game, edi &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;umiiyak ung ibang Eng'g players kasi talo nga. Lalapitan sana namin sabay bati ng "Happy Valentine's!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Salbahe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero, masaya naman na ako ng araw na 'to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit na todo in your face ang pagiging aware ko na wala man lang ako flowers. Eh okay na rin. Mabubulok din naman un at nakakataba naman ang tsokolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ito pa, politically incorrect ang mga tao referring to girls with no significant others as "single"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Career-oriented women" lang kami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-2072702647425802666?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/2072702647425802666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=2072702647425802666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/2072702647425802666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/2072702647425802666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2008/02/career-oriented-woman.html' title='Career-oriented Woman'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-8910839744198823246</id><published>2008-02-10T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T20:40:43.745+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top ten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chico and delamar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='93.1'/><title type='text'>Laughtrip to the highest level</title><content type='html'>Sobrang love ko ang Morning rush ng Rx 93.1. Nakaka-entertain kasi ung top 10 nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since, nagccommute lang ako, I can't listen to them everyday morning, kasi di ko naman pwede sabihin sa fx o jeep na sinasakyan ko na ilipat ung radio station diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya I look forward to my friday and saturday mornings kasi hahatid ako sa school 0kaya I get to listen to Chico and Delamar's program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in di na halos nalilipat ung radio station sa sasakyan namin. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading Chico's blog, and he posted the top ten dumbest things you've heard. If ever nagtataka kayo bakit 33 siya at hindi 10, kasi they do the top ten in 3 sets from 6-9am. Then, minsan may mga ngttie pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha laughtrip talaga. Napakinggan ko un e. Here it is. Enjoy! lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;January 25, 2008 - The Top Ten Dumbest Thing You’ve Ever Heard Anyone Say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. YnaKi - An Eat Bulaga contestant was asked by Joey and Vic: “Ano sa Tagalog ang grasshopper?” Contestant: “Ahmm. . .Huling Hapunan?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Idlepsych - It was an ex-PBB housemate (1st batch) who said this: “Big Brother, ginagawa po nila ako laughing stuff…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Myckle Mouse - In Wowowee, the question was: “Kung ang ’sigaw’ ay ’shout’ sa&lt;br /&gt;Inggles, ano naman sa Tagalog ang ‘whisper’?” The contestant answered: “Napkin!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Dongster - While watchng the news yesterday about a kid killed by a bulldozer, our maid commented: “Kaya ayoko mag-alaga ng aso eh…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. No name - My friend and I were walking up the stairs of our schools new bldg. She said out of nowhere: “Imagine mo kung di ginawa ‘tong bldg, umaakyat tayo sa hangin?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ker - My cousin at a DRIVE-THRU: “Miss, puwedeng take out?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Loipogi - Nadia Montenegro promoting her movie: “Please watch ‘The Life Story of Julie Vega’, opening na po on the twenty-twoth of November.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Frederique - In a burger joint I heard a man say: “Miss, isa ngang ‘amusing’ aloha at saka ‘kidney’ meal.” Server: “Dine in po ba or to go?” The man answered: “Ayoko ng sago!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. No name - I was making cookies at home when I ran out of cookie sheets, so I called our maid and said: “Manang bili ka nga ng cookie sheet.” And she replied: “Ano po, solo o litro?” (coke is it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Marissa - My friend said: “Ang galing ‘no, yung Ash Wednesday last year , Miyerkules din pumatak!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Jasmin - A non-Christian vendor selling a Last Supper painting: “Ma’am bili po kayo ng frame, maganda po ito, ‘Hesus and Company.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. No name - While watching “Apollo 13″, after she heard the line: “Houston, we have a problem.” My ex-girlfriend asked: “Sino si Houston?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Dukeman - My aunt was going to the US for the 1st time. She told us: “Nagpapabili ang tita niyo ng ‘autistic’ guitar. Saan ba nakakabili nun?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. No name - We were marketing for an org event, when one of my orgmates wanted to clear the definition of the types of sponsors (Major, Minor, Patron, etc.) So she asked her grandma: “Lola, anong mas mataas sa Patron?” Her lola replied: “Patron? Eh di Shell!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Ardiepot - Also in a gameshow. Host: “Ano sa Tagalog ang ‘teeth’?” Contestant: “Utong!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Missy Ricat - I once heard an emcee say: “Let’s give her a warm of applause!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Epoy - One classmate in highschool said, “Ang cute naman ng sintas mo, luminou!” I corrected him and said, “luminous!” Then he replied, “Oo nga pala, plural!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. No name - Barker ng bus: Ah Cubao, Cubao, Cubao, Cubao, Cubao, Cubao, Cubao, Cubao, Cubao, Cubao!!!” Pasahero: “Boss, Cubao?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Jen - Sa isang gameshow, tinanong ng host: “Anong ‘P’ ang Tagalog ng ’storey’ o ‘floor’ ng building?” Contestan: “PIP PLOR!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. an ofism8 of ours told us a story about drivng alone in her car: alam nyo, pg ng-iisa ako, feelin ko.. Wala akong kasama..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. No name - An officemate of ours told us a story about driving alone in her car: “Alam niyo, pag nag-iisa ako, feeling ko…wala akong kasama…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Rome - I had a customer on the line who had a password on his account. I asked for the password but he forgot. I gave him a clue: “It’s a 4-digit number.” He answered, “Uhm…’ROCKY’?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Slowbyslow - I overheard a lady place an order at Starbucks: “One cup of chino please.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Eve - An officemate once asked: “Saan sa Quezon City ang Mandaluyong?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Asht - I had a meeting with a friend and I noticed that both of us were wearing stripes. He suddenly blurted out: “Uy, stripes din! It’s the color of the day!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Ruby - My sister said of our neighbor who was our arch enemy: “Mamatay na sana kapitbahay natin!” I told her not to say that, coz it might bounce back to us. Then she said, “Ah ganun ba yun? Kung ganun, mamatay na sana tayo!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. No name - When I saw that I got a missed call, I said, “Hey, I got a missed call!” My friend said, “Anong sabi?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Jonalou22 - From the gameshow “The Weakest Link”. Host Edu Manzano asked: “Anong ‘T’ ang ibinibigay ng konduktor pag nagbayad ka ng pamasahe sa bus?” Ian Veneracion answered: “TUKLI!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Joeygirl - We were reviewing for an exam and we were already dead tired. A classmate said, “Hala, brownout!” Pagtingin namin, nakapikit pala siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Eliteblood - A call center agent told a foreign customer regarding the changing of the due date of her credit card: “Ma’am, I already changed your monthly period.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Draco’s Biatch - A home economics teacher asked us: “How do you make wet floor and tow duff?” Translation: “How do you make wheat flour and tough dough”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Kate Molds - During a shower party for my friend, the married women were giving tips on the do’s &amp;amp; dont’s of sexual intercourse, when the bride asked: “Hindi ba kasama yung betlog sa pinapasok?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Loi Pogi - Melanie Marquez: “Ang tatay ko lang ang only living legend na buhay pa.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest you visit his &lt;a href="http://chicogarcia.wordpress.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. Kaaliw din mga posts niya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-8910839744198823246?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/8910839744198823246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=8910839744198823246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/8910839744198823246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/8910839744198823246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2008/02/laughtrip-to-highest-level.html' title='Laughtrip to the highest level'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-7927251650054103484</id><published>2008-02-08T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T17:54:01.547+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kelly Clarkson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blake Lewis'/><title type='text'>Butas na T-shirt at Patay na buhok</title><content type='html'>Kakatapos lang ng Prelims namin. Pamatay ang SHE at Ethics. Leche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinakabahan na ako. Sasabay na ba ako sa Batch 2011?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige para engrande ang Graduation ko if ever ano?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh malas ko na lang siguro pag hanggang 2012 pa ako. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay naku. Nahihiya na ako sa pamilya ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang kukulit kasi nila, di nga ako matalino. Katamad ko kasi mag-aral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Nawweirduhan ako sa sarili ko kanina. Kasi ba naman sa LRT, ung babaeng nakaupo sa unahan ko. [Nakatayo ako], nakita ko may patay na buhok siya. Kating-kati akong bunutin un. Hahaha. Sense of satisfaction. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then pagsakay ko naman ng jeep, may magsyota. Pasweet sila. Nakataas kasi kamay ni BF. Napatingin ako sa kili-kili niya. Hala, nabubutas na t-shirt niya. Kawawa naman tuloy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay nagpathreading pala ako ng kilay. Wow. Inubos ng jokla ung kilay ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero, mabait ko, binigyan ko ng P20 na tip. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon, bigla ko lang naisip maghanap sa youtube. Eh di naman ako fan ng American Idol, but I do watch sometimes. At nagustuhan ko talaga last season si Blake Lewis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natutuwa kasi ako dun sa mga pinaghahalo-halo. Kasi siya diba ngbbeatbox habang kinakanta. May napanood pa akong video dati, violin gamit niya, hiphop tinutugtog niya. Astig diba? Ung isa naman na trip ko, ung pinaghalo niya ung ballet at hiphop moves. Kaaliw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ito ung gusto kong kinanta ni Blake Lewis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="270" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C4IGm9E4W9g&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C4IGm9E4W9g&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="270" width="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanep talaga sa galing. Pero, siyempre, walang tatalo sa 1st winner ng AI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pag pinapanood ko ung mv ng A moment like this ni Kelly Clarkson. Parang ang saya ko para sa kanya. Sobrang saya kasi niya na it's her turn naman to shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ekek. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBye. RLE-time na naman bukas. Tamad na ako.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-7927251650054103484?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/7927251650054103484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=7927251650054103484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/7927251650054103484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/7927251650054103484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2008/02/butas-na-t-shirt-at-patay-na-buhok.html' title='Butas na T-shirt at Patay na buhok'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-2416764875259000636</id><published>2008-02-06T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T21:33:46.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debut'/><title type='text'>You'll always be my...</title><content type='html'>Last weekend, I was reminded why I so love my high school kada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang fun and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;wild weekend&lt;/span&gt;. Pero nothing worth a segment on girls gone wild noh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were going to celebrate &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dea's 18th birthday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner in Moa, then we went pick up Tal from a debut party, then went to buy some "drinks" and food, went to Dea's condo afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang fun talaga! Sobrang nakakamiss sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nakakabad trip na waiter sa Guilly's Island&lt;br /&gt;-Pagpaparinig sa mga magssyotang gustong solohin ang Manila Bay.&lt;br /&gt;-Best friend at Religion ni Soulja Boy.&lt;br /&gt;-Rectal talks. oh, di ako nagbanggit ng name ah.&lt;br /&gt;-Fight about choco mucho.&lt;br /&gt;-Greeting dea at exactly 12 am.&lt;br /&gt;-"Mixing" the drinks. And it taste so awful. But, ayoko ng nasasayang so kinalahati ko ung pitcher. wow.&lt;br /&gt;-Nasirang kama. As in nagbend ung metal frame ng kama. So deadz.&lt;br /&gt;-Kwentuhan to the max.&lt;br /&gt;- Swimming!&lt;br /&gt;- Surprise pastries for Starbucks for Dea. Sori naman, wala kasing malapit na bakeshop e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, I really miss you. aww. Lambing ko talaga. haha Well, since &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;February is love month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;., &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;For every week, I'll write dedications to the people I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Starting with Tseekhuzz. &lt;/span&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ceejei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Alam ko may mga times nagkaka-initan na tayo. Maybe because di na tayo madalas magkasama. But, always remember, ikaw ung tipong kahit magka-away na tayo, parang alam ko pa rin na dadating ung time magbabati din tayo. Remember, di totoo ung sinasabi nilang boring ka. I always enjoy our chikahan moments. At tayo na lang magkasama sa isang college, kaya siguro minsan naneneglect kita, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- oi Hunyluvz, nasabi ko naman na ang aking side sa iyong choice sa lovelife. I don't care, as long as you're happy. I mean it. Hunyluvz, may kasalanan pala ako, di ko naintindihan ung kwento mo tungkol sa "ka-txt" mo. Di na kasi kaya umintindi ng utak ko. Pero, dati ko pa sinasabi, sori kung napapagbuntungan kita minsan. But, I know sa bawat pang-aasar mo e, may katotohanan naman na sinasabi ka. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Talitz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- hi tal! Grabe, di naman talaga ako ung Mommy, ikaw e. Ang weird but, I listen to your opinion talaga kahit papaano. Kahit minsan, eh parang loka-loka ako, I appreciate how you keep me grounded. Haha lambing talaga. Eh tal, I appreciate ung ginawa mo nung summer, sorry kung di na ako masyado nakaka-attend ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vernice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Hi verns! oi bitch ka ng bitch dyan. hehe. Sabihin mo na naman mushy to?! EH basta, just remember, di kita friend dahil fun ka lang... Wala lang, baka kasi emo ka na lang diyan sa gilid na nobody will take you seriously. at verns, dahil mahal kita, sige sa'yo na si "Jenny", kahit masakit. haha. basta, be happy. Sa akin ka na lang mgtext ng plate number lagi pag mgTaxi ka. basta text ka naman kung nakauwi ka. Kasi, malay ko ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Dea!!! Happy birthday. uhm, nung 3 lang pala dapat 'to. Anyway, sorry sa kama. At porket 18 ka na nagpablush on ka pa! haha. Anyway, thanks sa concern mo. At dea, thanks din sa mga pag-uusap natin sa ym. haha sabaw kasi. Nga pala dea, you need help! Bulimic! haha joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Mish&lt;/span&gt;- Oi michelle! haha, Kahit sa mga pangpupuna mo, haha, hindi, basta, nakakatawa naman na sobra ang mata mo makakita. At di ko makalimutan ung sinabi mo sa akin sa text dati. Actually quote un, may message pa sa baba. haha, sa akin na lang un. Basta, thanks. nakatulong siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- namimiss na kita. Bakit ba kasi nagtatago ka ha? hehe. Musta ka naman na? Seryoso, miss na kita. Parang ang layo-layo mo na. Parang ang dami ko nang di alam. Di kasi nagsshare! Magpakita ka nga. hehe. Miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arlaj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Hi arlaj! isa ka pa. hehe. Wala lang. Share naman kasi. Basta nagsorry naman na ako dati na di ko nasabi agad. Ang hirap kasi sabihin haha. Anyway, sana magkita tayo sa pangasinan. treat mo ko ganun. haha. miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karyl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- oi socialite naming friend. Dahan-dahan ka nga lang. Wala lang. Mahirap sabihin dito, pero slow down. Parang ang dami mo masyadong kasosyalang ginagawa sa buhay. Haay, basta miss you! Sana di naman lagi kang may test tuwing magkikita-kita tayo. Ahahaha, joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Neil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Neil!! haha. Kahit madalas kita inaaway, or minamanyak sa pool. haha kadire! Benta talaga ang signature swim mo!hahaha. Di ko talaga makalimutan ung sinabi mo nung gradball,. Nakalimutan mo na noh?! eh Basta, Natouch ako dun. Haha. di ko lang makalimutan. Nagulat kasi ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sarne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Lande!!!! haha tamad mo talaga. Sana sumama ka na lang nung weekend. Musta ka na? Haha. Wala ng ngbibigay landi sa buhay ko. Pakita ka nga. haha Parang genie lang. Basta, magkikita tayo ulit ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayon, thank you so much talaga guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know kayo ung mga taong sure kong I can be myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wag muna na natin pag-usapan sinu una kakasal sa atin. Nakakapraning e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Allergic ako dun sa drinks. Rashes all over my body at nilagnat ako. Wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;XOXO, BFF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-2416764875259000636?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/2416764875259000636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=2416764875259000636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/2416764875259000636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/2416764875259000636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2008/02/youll-always-be-my.html' title='You&apos;ll always be my...'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-8650075711570102303</id><published>2008-01-13T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T21:06:02.036+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogthings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choosy'/><title type='text'>Natawa naman ako.</title><content type='html'>Changed my url. May nagbabasa na kasi diyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Oi ate, pasaway kayo.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito ang &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;fave conversation of the day&lt;/span&gt; ko. Narinig ko sa katabi ko sa MRT kanina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;G:&lt;/span&gt; Maganda panoorin ngayon yung One Missed Call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;B:&lt;/span&gt; Diba may palabas na ganun na dati?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;G:&lt;/span&gt; Oo, japanese ung dati, ginawan ng english version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;B:&lt;/span&gt; Ah! Remix ba?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;G:&lt;/span&gt; Ha?! baka Remake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Sabaw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At naibigan kong kumuha ulit ng &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mga tests sa Blogthings&lt;/span&gt;. Random quizzes. At ito bigla nakita kong &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;result sa isa sa mga kinuha ko&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Men See You As Choosy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howdomenseeyouquiz/see-choosy.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men notice you light years before you notice them&lt;br /&gt;You take a selective approach to dating, and you can afford to be picky&lt;br /&gt;You aren't looking for a quick flirt - but a memorable encounter&lt;br /&gt;It may take men a while to ask you out, but it's worth the wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdomenseeyouquiz/"&gt;How Do Men See You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BUISET &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DI NGA AKO CHOOSY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-8650075711570102303?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/8650075711570102303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=8650075711570102303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/8650075711570102303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/8650075711570102303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2008/01/natawa-naman-ako.html' title='Natawa naman ako.'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-1449656150588877687</id><published>2008-01-04T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T20:59:21.155+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personality test'/><title type='text'>Nakita ko lang ke Madel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label1"&gt;Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label4"&gt;Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label5"&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label6"&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label7"&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label8"&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label9"&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medyo tama siya. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-1449656150588877687?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/1449656150588877687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=1449656150588877687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/1449656150588877687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/1449656150588877687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2008/01/nakita-ko-lang-ke-madel.html' title='Nakita ko lang ke Madel.'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-5541014443582341608</id><published>2007-12-24T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T00:09:02.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>With my 50th post...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I greet you all a MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit this is not my usual Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christmas tree&lt;/span&gt;. We didn't go to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christmas Eve mass&lt;/span&gt;. No one prepared the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noche Buena&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, all I can say is, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm still happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this Christmas, I was reminded that it's not about the gifts and the food you eat, but with whom you celebrate it with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with my ate joy, her kids, ate sheena and my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Kayo ba? Masaya ba pasko niyo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas I learned to be happy and thankful with what I have right now. It doesn't mean you should stop hoping for something better. It's more like be happy today but be open to whatever happens tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still hope that I will have my  'complete" Christmas celebration next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I could go swimming in Bellevue tomorrow morning with my nephew. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-5541014443582341608?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/5541014443582341608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=5541014443582341608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/5541014443582341608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/5541014443582341608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/12/with-my-50th-post.html' title='With my 50th post...'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-6648203084743833268</id><published>2007-12-22T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T23:34:34.231+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee prince'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kilig'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malamig na pasko'/><title type='text'>Para na akong uod dito</title><content type='html'>I am squirming here in my seat. As in sobra, di ako makasigaw kasi magugulat tatay ko. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero sobrang kinikilig ako sa Coffee Prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Hay naku ung naniintriga dyan, wala nga si Cetrinets. Does not exist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alala ko nung summer, sobrang marathon ako ng mga korean drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medyo cliche-ish na ung kwento nung iba, pero may something na kilig factor talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang nagiging brutal ata ako pag kinikilig. Nakakaawa ung unan kong baboy, halos maflat na siya. Ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero may downside ang aking pagkakilig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napapaisip ako. "Ganun ba ako ka-unattractive at ang mga ganitong bagay ay hindi nangyayare sa akin?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailan ba ako huling kinilig dahil sa isang action na directed talaga sa akin at hindi dahil sa mga palabas o kaya mga picture ng crush ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, kadire. Siguro mga 1 year, 10 months and 5 days na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, pagalingan na lang sa pagcompute kung kelan un.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe talaga, Nakakadepress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang naiisip ko, di ba ako puwede makaexperience ng dapat maexperience ng age ko sa mga panahon na ito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alala ko tuloy ung freedom wall sa España Catwalk, ang tanung dun ay "Malamig ba ang pasko mo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sagot nung isa "Hindi! I have my friends naman e."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak ng defensive yan oo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May mga nagsagot pa "Inde, may jacket naman ako."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sus ko po.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero di ako choosy. Lilinawin ko lang, May nagccontest kasi dyan, choosy daw ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh wala naman choices kaya! haha. Bully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-6648203084743833268?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/6648203084743833268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=6648203084743833268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/6648203084743833268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/6648203084743833268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/12/para-na-akong-uod-dito.html' title='Para na akong uod dito'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-2027028531134264944</id><published>2007-12-21T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T18:24:47.345+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kilig'/><title type='text'>Cetrinets Frutee</title><content type='html'>Kinikilig ako. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-2027028531134264944?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/2027028531134264944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=2027028531134264944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/2027028531134264944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/2027028531134264944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/12/cetrinets-frutee.html' title='Cetrinets Frutee'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-6130573821407021563</id><published>2007-12-17T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T18:26:16.124+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starbucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bonding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Malapit na ang Pasko...</title><content type='html'>...? Ramdam niyo ba? Ako, medyo hinde. Aww :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero..... Bagong layout na lang! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang, tatlo test ko bukas, Nutrition, Physics at Ethics... In short, isa lang. haha Nutrition lang! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke lang, baka bumagsak pa ako dun sa dalawa. Anyway, masaya ang bonding moment kanina sa Starbucks... but butas bulsa ko agad. Di naman kasi mayaman, ay c Lou pala mayaman. Oops, wag niyo siya kikidnappin! Baka maimbyerno kayo.Haha. Pero fun naman talaga bonding..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May sikreto akong bubunyag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Lou, mantika ang lip gloss!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, kaya ingat ingat na siya wag maihipan baka mamuti sa sebo. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-6130573821407021563?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/6130573821407021563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=6130573821407021563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/6130573821407021563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/6130573821407021563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/12/malapit-na-ang-pasko.html' title='Malapit na ang Pasko...'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-8741489038912494349</id><published>2007-12-13T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T22:08:25.264+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maging sino ka man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sinangag express'/><title type='text'>I'm slowly growing up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;...will someone help me stop it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It sucks being a kid dealing with grown-up problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero, salamat na lang, forever bunso talaga ako. Lab na lab nga ata ako. Kausap ko ung panganay kong ate kanina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ako:&lt;/span&gt; Ate, bakit ganyan suot mo? Parang pumapayat ka ah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ate:&lt;/span&gt; Wala akong pera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ako:&lt;/span&gt; Pero hindi nga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ate:&lt;/span&gt; Payat talaga ako dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ako:&lt;/span&gt; Sayang, gusto ko pa naman magsinangag express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ate: &lt;/span&gt;~_~ Gusto mo ba talaga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ako:&lt;/span&gt; ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ate:&lt;/span&gt; Fine. Halika na, pakainin na kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, break sa pagiging emo. Nakakatawa kanina ung mga baklang nakatabi ko sa fx. Gwapo pa naman biglang nag-usap sila.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sa "meylvar" daw cla bababa&lt;/span&gt;. Un pala sa Gen. malvar! Then nag joke sila, Ang ganda daw ng pasukob.. tawa tawa. then biglang humirit ng "Pasubo kaya?!" Ahahaha. then pahinhin effect pa. Sabay nglabas ng pressed powder ung isa. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa pang funny moment, nanonood ako ng Maging sino ka man book2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lena: &lt;/span&gt;Anung shampoo gamit mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jackie:&lt;/span&gt; Ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lena:&lt;/span&gt; Parang ang tibay pa rin kasi ng buhok mo pagkatapos kitang sabunutan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-8741489038912494349?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/8741489038912494349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=8741489038912494349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/8741489038912494349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/8741489038912494349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-slowly-growing-up.html' title='I&apos;m slowly growing up...'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-1506786361717183610</id><published>2007-12-09T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T21:36:07.190+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starstruck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gerald anderson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='panic'/><title type='text'>Starstruck</title><content type='html'>As in OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napapa-mariel ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG kuya, I'm like so gonna die na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasi naman, nag stopover kami sa Caltex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag-cr. Nagayos ng kunti. Then kinuha ko wallet ko sa car then hinabol ko sila ate na papuntang jollibee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Cheng: Ui, si Gerald un dba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako: Ha? San?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Cheng: Ung nasa starex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako: Waaaa! [as in todo with matching kilig face and body actions pa.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakahiya. Di ko naman siya trip pag nanonood ako. Nalabas siguro ang tinuturing ni Freud na innermost desire ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagwapuhan pala ako sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero seriously, gwapo nga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinagtawanan tuloy nila ako. Para daw akong timang na nstarstruck pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi pa ni ate Cheng, todo mukha daw ako nagpanic. Ang slow ko daw, dapat pumunta ako dun at sinabi ko papicture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh may dignidad pa naman ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaaaaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-1506786361717183610?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/1506786361717183610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=1506786361717183610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/1506786361717183610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/1506786361717183610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/12/starstruck.html' title='Starstruck'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-4448455190070630640</id><published>2007-12-09T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T21:17:20.646+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bridesmaid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bouquet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pangasinan'/><title type='text'>Bata pa po ako.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ang karma pala ay mabilis.&lt;/span&gt; Kasi naman nung friday, pauwi na kami ng Pangasinan, eh naisip ko mag-aabsent na lang ako sa NSTP ko sa linggo, sabihin ko may sakit ako. Ayun nga, habang nasa mcdo ako eh may sinat na ako. Dahil sa infection sa aking lalamunan at may sipon pa. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Fever secondary to throat infection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haay pero, tuloy pa rin kami sa Pangasinan! Siyempre, kasal un ng paborito kong pinsan. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Pagkadating ko dun, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;di ko man lang alam na bridesmaid na pala ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, years after, I'll look back to this wedding and think &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Leche, dun nagsimula ang pagiging bridesmaid ko, never na naging bride."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Di naman ako excited.. pa. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Civil wedding nga un e, na may halong traditional Filipino church wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Muslim naman na talaga pinsan ko, nagpaconvert siya para dun sa lalake. At kasal na sila sa Singapore, pero gusto lang nila kasal din sila sa Pilipinas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ang sabaw nga ng Mayor ng Labrador e. Parang timang lang. Tama ba naman at the middle of the ceremony eh naghomily at nagbanggit pa tungkol sa sex?! As in positions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako naman eh todo explain lang ke Efy [friend ng pinsan ko, siya ung maid-of-honor] tungkol sa nangyayare. Mga symbolisms and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Muntik na ako ma-madel [nosebleed] sa kakaenglish nila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then nung reception na, siyempre may &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;throwing of the bouquet&lt;/span&gt;. Eh bastusan kasi ung mga tao, nag eat-and-run ung mga halos. So natira lang e tipong family namin at ung mga friends ng pinsan ko galing Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh mostly lalake dn sa 3 babae, 2 lang ung single. Sinabihan ko nga ung ate sheena ko na wag sumama. Ayoko p nga. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaso, no choice, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;kailangan niyang sumama at pati ako, pampadami daw&lt;/span&gt;. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinama ko ung niece kong 3 yrs old. Feeling single din kasi siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pagkahagis ng bouquet&lt;/span&gt;, di naman kami nagpatayan sa sinung makakakuha. Pero ako'y nagulat, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;nagland sa unahan ko. As in nasa paanan ko siya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagtinginan sila sa akin... &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Waaaa. Anung kahibangan 'to!?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ang ginawa ko eh pinapulot ko sa niece ko. Haha, natuwa naman siya. Pero pinaulit sa amin dahil di daw pwde un, bata kasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako ba?! di ba ako bata?! 17 pa lang kaya ako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, inulit namin, si Efy nakasalo. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After nun ng night swimming pa kami. Then pumunta kami dun sa club sa may resort. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Nag-iinuman sila, inalok ako nung isa sa mga kaibigan ni pinsan, eh katabi ko si mama. Ayun tuloy, napa-hindi ako. :(&lt;/span&gt; haha. tinira ko na lang pulutan nila. Nasasad nga ako e, walang sisig. Bawal nga kasi pork sa kanila. Pinagtyagaan ko na lang ung mani at ung onion rings na pinaorder nila para sa akin. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkagising ko ngayong araw na 'to, di na ako makapagsalita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-4448455190070630640?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/4448455190070630640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=4448455190070630640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/4448455190070630640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/4448455190070630640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/12/bata-pa-po-ako.html' title='Bata pa po ako.'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-344686835314216376</id><published>2007-12-04T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T23:19:07.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pedia notes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>May Plan A, B, at C na ako.</title><content type='html'>Alam niyo ba date ngayon? Dec. 4.. 4 months to go na lang before April 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anu ba ang meron dun? Birthday ko. 18th birthday ko pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haay. Bunso pa naman ako sa apat na babae. Si Ate kate lang ngdebut party pa lang sa amin. May swimming pa un. Private pool pa. Then ung panganay pumunta ng Singapore mag-isa. Sinundan pa siya ng jowa niya. Sweet. Ung pangatlo, kinuha na lang niya ung pera. Then, nilibre niya kami sa isang trip sa Corregidor. Buo kami nun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buti pa sila may choice. Buti pa sila pinapili. Feeling ko eh parang nasa "schooler age" ako ngayon. Ung naiinggit sa wala siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ng tatay ko sa bawat paalam ko sa debut. "Wag kang umasa na magbbirthday ka."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pwede ba un? Di ako tatanda? Wow noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang sakit talaga. Sabi ng mga ate ko pa. "Wag ka na dn magparty noh? Maaksaya lang ung pera, isang gabi lang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala man lang nagbabalak magtanung anu gusto ko. Actually tinanong nila... pagkatapos nila sabihin yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siyempre, anu naman sasagot ko? Nanahimik na lang ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang toddler, gusto ko naman na may choice ako. Ung ma-assert ko na I'm in control of my own birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May ADHD ata ako. Gusto ko kasi sa debut ko. Lahat ng friends ko at family ko andun. Ung tipong lahat naman sila masaya para sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasi, ever since, wala pa akong successful birthday party na tipong friends ko talaga. If ever man, parang sobrang unhappy or napaka failure pag nagcecelebrate kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilang years na ako umiiyak tuwing birthday ko. Siguro mag 4 years na ngayon. Napaka significant naman ng 4 sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gets ko naman kung walang money, pero sabihin na wag na ako magcelebrate.. Ultimo mahirap nga e, kumain lang ng lechong manok pag may kaaarawan masaya na sila. Eh di naman kami squatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya kagabi nag-isip na ako ng plano ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan A: Hihingi ako ng pera. Papakainin ko sa fishball stand or kiss ang mga kaibigan ko. Masaya na yon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan B: Yayayain ko nanay ko. Either balik kami singapore o punta kami S. korea. San man pwde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan C: Sikreto dapat 'to, pero sige, it involves me, myself and i... and barhopping, overflowing booze with some nicotine. Tuluyan na natin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original ko talaga na gusto. Kahit simplend debut lang. Kahit pasara lang namin ung street namin dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero magulo nga pamilya namin. So mas gugustuhin ko pa wag na magbirthday kesa naman magkagiyera at magpark pa sila ng tangke sa party ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh basta, diretso na sa Plan C?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-344686835314216376?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/344686835314216376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=344686835314216376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/344686835314216376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/344686835314216376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/12/may-plan-b-at-c-na-ako.html' title='May Plan A, B, at C na ako.'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-2283838251267254630</id><published>2007-12-01T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T20:51:19.025+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rlemates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tmc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='duty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>If no one is around you, say "baby I love you"</title><content type='html'>Sayang talaga kanina, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;di man lang kami nakapasok sa loob ng Delivery Room&lt;/span&gt;. Last day pa naman namin for this shift, next punta namin dun, tipong 4th year na.. aww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang enjoy naman ang last day namin. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fun kasi si Mam Tanodra&lt;/span&gt;. Nakakaaliw talaga si mommy. hahaha. Inaasar kasi nila ako &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kamukha ko daw&lt;/span&gt;. Nag grocery pa nga si Mahal ng &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pandesal, cheese whiz at eden cheese&lt;/span&gt;. Parang nagbibigay lang kami ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;rasyon ng pagkain kanina sa nasalanta ng bagyo&lt;/span&gt;. Nakakaawa nga lang si Faith, kasi nagsusuka siya :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, kung di lang sa mahirap na test eh perfect na sana araw ko. Haha. Pero, it's still okay kasi, I didn't even study, pero 38/70, ay... Nakakahiya pala un.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh basta masaya naman dahil maraming pictures. Ako na walang camera eh maraming pictures,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Inangkin ko kasi cam ni Francis e&lt;/span&gt;. Haha, kahit na di ko naman siya ka-RLE. At nakakapagod na p&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hotographer c Bart&lt;/span&gt;, parang timang lang sa kakagalaw ng camera. Professional daw kasi siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;FHM models&lt;/span&gt; pa cla Mam Abby, Mam Tanodra at Mam Matienzo. Aww. I would surely miss going to TMC. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaga na kami dinismiss. Salamat na lang ngpaload ako, natxt ko si Ate joy at siya pala ay nasa MOA. Ayun, todo punta naman ako, kasi alam ko di niya ako matitiis at papakainin niya ako. Haha. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The powers of being bunso&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, nagttrabaho kasi siya bilang consultant for Allerta, at 3 pa tapos eh may 2 hours pa ako, kaya nag-ikot muna ako sa may SM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napag-isipan ko ng bumili ng gifts for my dearest pamangkins. Grabe, apat na sila! 4, 3, at 2 ung ages nila, at ung isa &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coming Soon this December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. hahaha. Parang Next Attraction lang ung baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakamagkano din ako. Nawala ata lahat ng ipon ko. May secret pa ako, may damit kasi ng baby na kala ko terno for 89.75. Sabi ko pa wow mura. Nung pinakita ko na sa ate joy ko ung napamili ko. Nakita ko na lang magkaiba pala ang bayad sa shorts at sando. Tig-89.75 each dapat. Waaaaa. Wow. Nakamura ako. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadaya ko si Henry Si&lt;/span&gt;. Nahihiya na akong bumalik, baka isipin nila e magnanakaw pa ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung pauwi na kami ni ate, ang kulit ng mga pinapatugtog niya. Sobrang &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl Power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; daw ba!&lt;br /&gt;Namiss ko tuloy ate ko. Dati kasi nung bata ako, siya nagpapatulog sa akin pag siesta. Pinapatulog nia ako sa sala pero ang lakas ng radyo niya. Wow dba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang kumakanta pa kami kanina. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Feeling Destiny's Child o di kaya Pussycat Dolls lang kami&lt;/span&gt;. Eh epal kasi ung nabili niyang CD, putol putol lahat ng kanta. Di man lang tinatapos ang pag-eemote namin. Then meron pang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Spanish version ng Irreplaceable na kinakanta naman niya sa english&lt;/span&gt;. Magaling siya, kungware daw tntranslate niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel na feel ko pa ang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bootylicious at Don't cha&lt;/span&gt;. Napapaindak tuloy ako. Baka marinig ko na naman mga kaibigan kong tawagin akong &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Margarina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of bootylicious, ito ang conversation for the day ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ako:&lt;/span&gt; Nakakainis, di man lang tayo makapasok sa loob ng DR. Sinung may balat sa pwet sa atin?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cyril [rle-mate ko] : &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Syempre english&lt;/span&gt;) Me. I have a birthmark there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ako:&lt;/span&gt; Ha? (di dahil di ko naintindihan english nia, kala ko kasi ngjjoke xa). Seryoso ba iyon? hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faith/Madel [di ko sure kung sinu na sa kanila ang nagsabi] :&lt;/span&gt; Di nga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cyril:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natigil ang pagtawa ko nun, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;seryoso pala siya&lt;/span&gt;. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-2283838251267254630?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/2283838251267254630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=2283838251267254630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/2283838251267254630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/2283838251267254630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/12/if-no-one-is-around-you-say-baby-i-love.html' title='If no one is around you, say &quot;baby I love you&quot;'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-2587168715275404828</id><published>2007-11-29T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T23:23:32.844+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reklamador'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='panic'/><title type='text'>Bored si Trillanes</title><content type='html'>Grabe. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nakakabuiset si Trillanes&lt;/span&gt;. Leche xa.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Mukha siyang coup d'etat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang baliw lang. Naalala ko tuloy yung sabayang pagbigkas ng Dalton dati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Kudeta... Kudeta.. Kudeta na naman naman.&lt;br /&gt;    Kudeta... Kudeta..Kudeta na naman naman.&lt;br /&gt;        Kudeta... Kudeta.. Kudet na naman na naman na naman?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May tono pa yan e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di na siya nagsawa. Di tuloy ako pinayagan sa debut ni Ruvie bukas. Eh siya pa naman si forever schoolmate ko. Bad trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayaw na kasi ako palabasin ng mga tao dito sa bahay. Lalo na ng tatay ko. Makati pa kasi ung debut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatakot pa kanina kasi &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;may mga militar sa pagkababa ng skyway dito sa may Bicutan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung nakita tuloy ng ate joy ko, naghyperventilate siya. Nakakatakot kasi naman talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;di mo na alam mangyayare sa Pilipinas&lt;/span&gt;. Parang any moment &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;pwde magkaroon ng giyera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakainis kasi. Napakareklamador ng mga Pilipino. Lahat na lang ng makita nilang mali. "Waaa! inde palitan na yan!!"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; edsa revolution na agad&lt;/span&gt;. jusku po.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagkaroon tuloy ng&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; curfew ng 12am-5am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe, habang nagkakagulo ang mundo, makulit pa rin ang ate sheena ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Umakyat ako papuntang kwarto niya at pagkabukas ko ng pinto niya eh nakahiga siya at tila gula't na gulat habang nanonood ng TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ate:&lt;/span&gt; Akala ko pinasok na tayo ng mga tangke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ako:&lt;/span&gt; ...ha? baket? [akala ko naman dahil narinig lang niya ung pagbukas ng gate.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ate:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Grabe ka kasi makaakyat sa hagdan e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ako:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Wahahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-2587168715275404828?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/2587168715275404828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=2587168715275404828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/2587168715275404828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/2587168715275404828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/11/bored-si-trillanes.html' title='Bored si Trillanes'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-1111740726884421657</id><published>2007-11-28T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T23:40:14.712+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>Nakakasira ng Friendship ang Social Dance</title><content type='html'>Pumasok ako kahapon kahit wala naman talaga kaming pasok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na-late pa nga ako ng pagpasa nung reply slip ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di pa na&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kwento ni Lou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ung &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tungkol sa&lt;/span&gt; narinig ko na "days." eh &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***e&lt;/span&gt; pala un.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masaya naman na pumasok ako kasi &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;nagpractice kami ni Lou para sa pe naming Social Dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakaaliw nga e, sa may botanical garden pa kami nagpraktice. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pero lumayo kami dun sa unggoy, baka magalit kasi siya sa amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masaya naman kami gumagawa ng steps na dapat eh 32 ang counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh napag-usapan namin ang pagsasayaw niya ng &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Colorful is Life"&lt;/span&gt; sa English namin dati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo bigay kasi siya, at may encore pa. Kaya tawa kami ng tawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaso, nagkagulo na kaming dalawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lou:&lt;/span&gt; Alam mo, bakit ganun, pag sumasayaw ako......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ako:&lt;/span&gt; .....pinagtatawanan ka nila?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Lou:&lt;/span&gt; [parang naiiyak na na naguguluhan sa sinabi ko]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ako: &lt;/span&gt;baket?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lou:&lt;/span&gt; Di naman un ung sasabihin ko e. Parang iniinsulto mo lang ako e. :( Sasabihin ko dapat pag sumasayaw ako, kailanga bbuwelo muna ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;At dun nasira friendship namin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, joke lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends pa rin kami noh. Natawa lang talaga ako sa nangyare sa amin. Akala ko kasi talaga, un ung sasabihin niya, kasi ung sayaw niyang "Colorful is life" ung pinag-uusapan namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, sori na Lou ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-1111740726884421657?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/1111740726884421657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=1111740726884421657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/1111740726884421657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/1111740726884421657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/11/nakakasira-ng-friendship-ang-social.html' title='Nakakasira ng Friendship ang Social Dance'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-1886493080148038133</id><published>2007-11-25T23:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T23:52:47.268+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shocking revelation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stalker moment'/><title type='text'>I can't believe it.</title><content type='html'>Omg. May girlfriend ka na pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At another major omg, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;KAYO NA PALA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really shocked, promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happily multitasking: doing my ob assignment and friend-hopping in fster. When I saw your picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I suspected the both of you way before, but I thought pure platonic lang ang relationship niyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not jealous or anything. I'm happy for both of you. Shocked lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered the times I was very suspicious with your actions. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kaya pala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguro nag-holding hands kayo talaga nung time na un. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;HULI YOU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe, di ko alam, maybe I'm jumping to conclusions, pero basta. Ang lakas talaga ng pakiramdam ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang, ang bango mo pa naman. Kailangan ng itrain ang aking nose not to be tempted. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes looked like this earlier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-1886493080148038133?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/1886493080148038133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=1886493080148038133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/1886493080148038133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/1886493080148038133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-cant-believe-it.html' title='I can&apos;t believe it.'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-3764860636009442956</id><published>2007-11-19T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T22:19:45.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Pusong Mamon</title><content type='html'>Sobrang hirap na hirap talaga ako pag pamilya ko na pinag-uusapan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel ko kasi, lahat ng defense ko ng pagiging masaya, unti-unting nasisira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung nag-usap na kami ng ate ko sa BLD. Sabi nia..Tawa ako ng tawa pero sa loob, I'm dying na pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasi para sa akin, ayoko ng umiyak. Walang magagawa pag umiyak ako sa iba. Parang iniisip ko, kailangan ko lang gawin ang plano ko para in the end, titigil na rin ang pagluha ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naiinis ako kanina. Nanghina ako. Bumigay ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakikinig pa lang ako, eh nahihirapan na ako huminga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun ko na naman naranasan ang pagsikip ng dibdib ko [at take note, maliit lang ang hinaharap ko, so totoong paninikip iyon.] Huling naranasan ko un eh nung summer pa sa Ateneo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel ko, at such an early age, I was taught to survive on my own. I had a lot of questions in my mind, but I had no choice but to look for the answers myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not mad at them for forcing me to be independent at the time I needed them most. I know it was very difficult for them, especially my mom. I am her baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I'm thankful for that time in my life, because I can proudly say I can somehow manage on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make it clear, I came from a broken family. Actually, para nga siyang hanging family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay with me, since everyday I see them together,I can see that they only hurt each other, not physically but emotionally. Even at the age of 9, I already formed the idea in my head about broken families, and I was thinking, this would be the best for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even writing about this, I can't help but cry. Kasi sobrang hirap. Sobrang bigat sa loob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko nagsosorry sa akin ang mommy ko, kasi feel ko biniblame niya sarili niya. Iniisip ko minsan feel niya siguro dapat tiniis na lang niya, na kahit mawala na ung sarili niya. Ayoko ng ganun, di niya kasalanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi nilang sinasabi sa akin, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Wag mo ng intindihin, isipin mo na lang pag-aaral mo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm used to my lies. I think I'm beginning to fool everyone, including myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero, di mo maiiwasan na maapektuhan pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang hirap pa, kasi feel ko unti-unti na nila akong iniiwan. Parang wala na akong kasama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madalas akong tumatawa. Madalas akong masaya. Pero, di alam ng mga tao, sa loob, nagdudusa ako ng sobra-sobra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan, pinapagod ko na lang sarili ko, para diretso tulog na. Di ko na maiisip ang mga ganung bagay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam kong may plano ako para umaayos ang buhay ko. Nilalagay ko sa utak ko na un na lang isipin ko, pero tao lang ako. Bumibigay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natatakot din ako minsan, pag nalalaman ng mga tao sa paligid ko ang mga problema ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang feel ko, nakikita nila ako. Di ako makapagtago. Ang hirap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span id="shoutouttxt" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;"You see, I'm the bravest girl you will ever come to meet and yet i shrink down to nothing at the thought of someone really seeing me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-3764860636009442956?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/3764860636009442956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=3764860636009442956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/3764860636009442956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/3764860636009442956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/11/pusong-mamon.html' title='Pusong Mamon'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-7850478195445158751</id><published>2007-11-13T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T23:59:00.171+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='capping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assumer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Extremities</title><content type='html'>Masaya ako ngayon, kasi nagcapping ceremony naman. o cge, may pinning pala, para sa lalake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang kakaiba ng feeling. Parang may mabigat na sa ulo mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masaya din ako, kasi di alam ng tatay ko na may event na ganito. Gusto ko kasi na nanay ko mag-attend naman. May graduation pa naman kasi, dun na lang si dadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung kagabihan pa nga, naiiyak ako, kasi feel ko sobrang dati pag may mga ganito sila ate, todo sa bahay pa lang nagpapaayos na, then si mama talaga umaattend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh ngayon,, haha,, basta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, ung nanay ko lang pupunta, sa tatlong ate ko, wala siyang makasama. Ung kaclose kong pinsan naman nasa probinsya pa, may inaasikaso pa kasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga 10 na nung nagkita kami ng nanay ko sa parlor, binilhan ko pa siya food muna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, ayun, nagpaayos pa kami. Sabi ng baklush ke mama "Kamukha niya si annabelle rama!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, kalurkey! Eh hiniritan ko pa si mama, sabi ko "Edi, ako ung anak niyo, si ropa!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. kaso humirit din siya "Onga anak, kamukha mo na si ruffa, kaso kasing katawan mo si richard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AY wow. Haha. Ganyan kakulit nanay ko. Then after pa ng ceremony, sabi niya. "Kiskisin mo lampara mo! Para lumabas na ung genie!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasaway diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang saklap nga pala. Wala akong dalang camera, ung phone ni mama na maganda ung cam, wala ng batt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O kay saklap. Pero natutunan ko sa aking mga kaibigan, dumikit na lang tayo sa mga may cam, para if ever nagyaya sila ng pic, eh nasa radar ka nila, at mahihila ka na rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lang sa akin kung sa the pit lang ako pinakain ng nanay ko. [Kasi nagugutom na talaga siya, at di na siya makapaghintay na makapunta kami sa Alabang].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masaya pa rin ako.  Sobra ilang beses ko kiniss si mama, nagtthank you ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasi siya talaga ung alam ko na ayaw niya ako magnursing kasi ayaw na niya ako mahirapan pero sinuportahan pa rin niya ako.[di tulad ni dadi na iniisip niya na nakakahiya daw ako, bakit nursing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo nga pala. Bago ako umalis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Baka may nagcapping and pinning ceremony din dyan. Experience ko lang 'to. Baka angkinin sinuman na naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a selfish blogger, I blog for myself and the things na makakaisip ako ng parang kapareho dun na experience ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teritoryo ko 'to. Blog ko 'to. Anuman ang nandito, iyon ang experience ko. Malay mo ba kung nag-usap kami nung gusto ko dati? At malay mo ba na nasakto lang sa problem mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me lang naman, if you have a problem, it does not mean na ang mundo ay umiikot na sa iyo at sa problema mo, di rin ibig sabihin, lahat ng tao, ikaw ang pinag-uusapan at lahat ng reaksyon nila ay patungkol sa'yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's not always about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabad trip lang talaga ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi mo pa, "sa iniisip namin"  eh blog ko nga 'to, ako lang mag-isa 'to, di naman ako puppet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inassume mo kasi kaagad na ikaw yun, kaninang umaga tinxt mo ko kung online ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana you message me first, since nagtext ka na rin naman, tinanung mo muna ako, kung anu tinutukoy ko sa blog ko. Eh nung ceremony, napaka-buddy buddy ko pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sige, maflatter na lang ako kungware na naapektuhan ka todo sa sinulat ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI lang, I was thinking of myself before when I was writing that, binabalikan ko ang dating ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe, I feel so irritated defending myself, kasi feeling ko I don't have to explain myself naman talaga,but since i think of you as my friend naman talaga [O, baka nag-aassume din ako na friends tayo?!] kaya ayoko ng feeling na iniisip mong ganun ung sinasabi ko. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o baka mag-assume ka na naman inaaway kita, ineexplain ko lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assumer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-7850478195445158751?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/7850478195445158751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=7850478195445158751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/7850478195445158751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/7850478195445158751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/11/extremities.html' title='Extremities'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-5334591410963649048</id><published>2007-11-11T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T19:40:56.374+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Can we really handle the truth?</title><content type='html'>Sumagi ito sa isipan ko kagabi. Madalas kasi natin sinasabi na &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"The truth hurts"&lt;/span&gt;. Pero, sinasabi din natin na &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"The truth will set you free"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ibig pag sabihin nito, the truth will hurt you, but on the brighter side, it will set you free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;. Yan ang madalas nakalista sa mga ideal friend or partner in life characteristics. Pero, sa totoo lang, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;kaya ba natin ang katotohanan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling ko, nagtatapang-tapangan lang ang mga tao. Di naman talaga natin kaya minsan ang katotohanan. Sige nga, pag pinagpalit ka ng syota mo sa mas magandang babae o mas gwapong lalake, at tinanong mo sa kaibigan niyo kung sinu ba ang mas maganda o gwapo sa inyo, matatanggap mo ba kung isagot nila e isang masaklap na "oo"?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malamang hindi, diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero sa mas malalim naman, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ano ba ang mas masakit? Pag sinabi natin ang totoo nating nararamdaman o "protektahan" ang iba at magsabi ng kasinungalingan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa tingin ko, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;honesty is the best policy&lt;/span&gt; pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas madali kasing sabihin mo na lang ang katotohanan, ang tunay mong nararamdaman. Kasi kung masaktan man ang sinabihan mo, at least madaling makarecover ung tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Kailangan pa bang gawing komplikado at palakihin pa ang problema?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang sa akin, mas madali atang sabihin ang katotohanan na, para isang blow na lang. Mas madali ko ng iiyak, intindihin at i-let go na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meron kasing mga tao na di nila kaya ang katotohanan. Parang pag sinabi nila sa'yo ang totoo nilang nararamdaman (e.g. nainlab ka sa kaibigan mo, dn ayaw sa'yo), di nila matanggap, parang, bnblock nila ung sinabi sa kanila, ang masama pa, sinisiraan nila ung taong un.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sobra silang bitter.&lt;/span&gt; Okay lang sa akin ung nasaktan sila, magbitter sila. Pero sana, wag nila pag-isipan ng masama ung &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;naging honest lang naman&lt;/span&gt; sa kanila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ung tipong sasabihin natin na baka niloko lang tayo. Isipin natin na kung mahal talaga natin sila, di natin sila iisipin bilang loko-loko dahil naging honest lang sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguro ay naguguluhan na kayo. Medyo mahirap kasi ipaliwanag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halimbawa na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaminin ko, dumaan ako sa punto before na niblock ko ung sinabi niya sa akin. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hanggang ngayon  di ko naalala ung sinabi niya talaga, and that is my biggest mistake [take note, biggest mistake, indi regret.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ko kasi tanggap. Ang hirap naman kasi talaga tanggapin. Inisip ko after, baka lokohan lang talaga. Baka naglaro lang kami. Naloko lang ako. Baka loko-loko siya. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pero salamat na lang may mga kaibigan ako na sinabihan ako.&lt;/span&gt; Naging kaibigan ko rin naman siya, at unfair naman siguro sa kanya kung iniisipan ko ng masama ang character niya. May pinagsamahan naman bilang magkaibigan, at kung kaibigan talaga ako, matuto akong magtiwala sa katauhang pinakita niya sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Alam ko, mahirap tanggapin ang katotohanan pero minsan, kailangan mo lang talagang tanggapin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wag na nating sirain ang magandang memory na iniwan nila sa atin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just accept it,  let it go, and move on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haay, ito ba ang naiisip ko pag isang araw lang ang weekend ko?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-5334591410963649048?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/5334591410963649048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=5334591410963649048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/5334591410963649048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/5334591410963649048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/11/can-we-really-handle-truth.html' title='Can we really handle the truth?'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-214636223160128263</id><published>2007-11-10T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T12:58:36.798+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UST'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog responsibility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Walang nangyayare.</title><content type='html'>Wala naman talaga. diba? kasama ko si lou sa may library ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siyempre, suki na kami ng internet. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masaya sana sa DR ng tondo medical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wag sana kami masaksak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala sana himatayin sa amin habang nasa loob ng delivery room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. wala, naiisip ko lang yan ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naisip ko din, ang hirap pala magblog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang responsible ka dapat sa lahat ng sasabihin or ilalagay mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahirap pag maraming nakakaalam, kasi minsan, may gusto ka iblog tungkol sa point of view mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero mahirap na. Last time pa ako ganito. Sa blog ko din dati. Haay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-214636223160128263?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/214636223160128263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=214636223160128263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/214636223160128263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/214636223160128263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/11/walang-nangyayare.html' title='Walang nangyayare.'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-4243484192284823531</id><published>2007-11-07T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T23:48:00.550+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nanay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mandy moore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool ang aking inay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beyonce knowles'/><title type='text'>Cool si Inay</title><content type='html'>Alam niyo ba kung nasaan ang aking Ina ngayon?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Siya ay nasa concert ni Beyonce. VIP pa siya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HUWAAAAT &lt;/span&gt;diba?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabi lang niya sa text niya sa akin kanina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"D2 na ako d fort. Tgal mgpapasok. D n ako Mandy Moore."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At alam ko ano meron sa the fort ngayong araw. Ilang araw ko na iniisip un!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concert un ni Beyonce e. waaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasi dati din, pumunta din siya sa concert ni Mandy Moore, kaya tawag ko sa kanya minsan ay mandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi pa niya noon, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"di ko naman kilala un, pero maganda naman, simple lang. nasa likod nga namin ung mga artista"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minessage ko siya sa chikka, sabi ko ppunta na ako dun, kakaligo ko lang, magtataxi na ako. 9 pa naman pasok ko bukas at pe lang din naman un.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaso nahiya ata siya, pinasok kasi siya ng kaibigan niya, ung asawa kasi nun, parang isa sa mga producer or nagwowork for the producer or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero kahit na, handa akong mabusog sa pride. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinabi ko nalang sa kanya na ikuha ako ng autograph o di kaya video.. o di kaya kahit picture na up close lang. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Inay ko, kahit di ako kasama, i'm so proud of you, makilala mo na si beyonce. maganda yan.&lt;br /&gt;Papasa na bilang kamag-anak natin. Malaki din kasi bumbum niya.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-4243484192284823531?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/4243484192284823531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=4243484192284823531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/4243484192284823531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/4243484192284823531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/11/cool-si-inay.html' title='Cool si Inay'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-4939990177886296184</id><published>2007-11-06T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T16:48:49.898+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shitty feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skipped school cause i&apos;m lazy'/><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>I woke up at around 5.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still have time to prepare and go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I was too lazy to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I'm just lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, I wanted to message my friends, telling them I'm not in the mood to go, but unfortunately, got no more load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I should have went to school, but somehow, I'm just really feeling shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haay. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-4939990177886296184?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/4939990177886296184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=4939990177886296184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/4939990177886296184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/4939990177886296184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/11/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-6962557053683723595</id><published>2007-11-05T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T20:36:06.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those were the days..</title><content type='html'>I found this on my old wallet. I think I wrote it when I was in 3rd-4th year high school. As in nakita ko siya, feel ko ung paper is from my Ako'y Batang Maynila notebook pa. Maybe I was thinking of Mr. P that time.  Haha, pero syempre, di kami ganyan noh! I added some things.. Ung red, un ung dinagdag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Sobrang heartbroken ka ba? Iniwan? Pinaglaruan? Tinwo-time? Huhuhu.. Iyak ka na naman. Then you're starting to believe that this kind of love-bf/gf kind- isn't really for you. In short, you stop believing in love. Ang saklap naman nun.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Parang kulang na lang eh kantahin mo na lahat ng break-up songs sa videoke at magpakalunod sa alak.  Wag ganun, papanget ka.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;    And then...bigla na lang siya dumating sa buhay mo. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Simpleng kapitbahay, ka-eskwela, kaklase, kapartner sa lab, kabarkada, kasabay pauwi. You often have long meaningful talks. It's like he says the right things at the right time.&lt;/span&gt;"He's the one", sabi naman ng friends mo. Siya nga ba ang hinihintay mo? Baka naman panakip-butas mo lang siya? Anyway, you began spending more time with him. Napapatawa ka niya.. ngumingiti ka na ulit. Masaya ka kapag kasama mo siya. Nag-aasaran pa nga kayo e. Pati friends mo inaasar na kayo. You keep saying "Wala naman ah, nyek!" Oo nga. Wala naman. Hurt ka noh? Then isang araw, it suddenly hit you, mahal mo ata siya. You got mad at yourself for feeling something like that for your friend. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's like your betraying him, taking advantage of the friendship.&lt;/span&gt; Sayang ang friendship. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Para ngang lumabas ang angel at devil sa mga balikat mo, at sila ay nag-aaway about your feelings.&lt;/span&gt; Iniwasan mo siya.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; You consciously planned where you're walking to during classes so that there will be lesser chance of you bumping into each other. But there were times that you can't control destiny, you would pass by each other, without you even looking at him, but you know he's looking... watching... waiting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Ayon na nga, nagkalayo kayo. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yehey ba? You moved on with your life, and the last time you've heard, it looks like he moved on with his life also. But fate has its funny way of sneaking up on you. &lt;/span&gt;One day, nagkita kayo-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; accidentally of course.&lt;/span&gt; Nagkayayaan maglunch. Nagkakwentuhan. May girlfriend na daw siya, ikaw din kinwento mo boyfriend mo. Di maiiwasang mabanggit ang pag-iwas mo dati. K&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ung bakit bigla na lang kayo nagkalayo. Even though you have a boyfriend now, your heart can't help but beat a little faster when you saw him.&lt;/span&gt; This is it, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sabi mo sa sarili mo.&lt;/span&gt; Nag-confess ka naman. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He was just listening while you told him what you really felt at that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napangiti  na lang siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Haha, sori mahaba siya. Sa nagbasa talaga, salamat. Okay lang ba? Pag di niyo sinama un red, ung orig talaga, mas maikli.. hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-6962557053683723595?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/6962557053683723595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=6962557053683723595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/6962557053683723595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/6962557053683723595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/11/those-were-days.html' title='Those were the days..'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-4231988682403037495</id><published>2007-11-01T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T01:27:11.628+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopaholic'/><title type='text'>Frustrated Shopaholic</title><content type='html'>Bought 5 pairs of shoes, 2 for my sisters, 3 for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought lots of souvenirs. So people, fall in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought lots of food. I'm getting fatter, but don't worry, I know my best angle, Can still cheat on pictures leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singaporeans are like singing everyday. with leh, liao. lmao, lah, aiyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm starting to talk like one also. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-4231988682403037495?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/4231988682403037495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=4231988682403037495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/4231988682403037495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/4231988682403037495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/11/frustrated-shopaholic.html' title='Frustrated Shopaholic'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-5428056686958837055</id><published>2007-10-30T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T18:50:24.621+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><title type='text'>How I wish I was a kid again</title><content type='html'>I went to Sentosa Island today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much fun, a bit tiring though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, do you hate me? Waa, I don't why I'm getting that feeling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go.. Going for Hari Raya. I will wear a traditional clothing. Wow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm starting to hate myself again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-5428056686958837055?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/5428056686958837055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=5428056686958837055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/5428056686958837055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/5428056686958837055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-i-wish-i-was-kid-again.html' title='How I wish I was a kid again'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-1183850162427880262</id><published>2007-10-29T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T23:30:42.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Promdi abroad</title><content type='html'>Waaaaa... Sobrang I'm getting used to being a loner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, imagine me, waiting for the bus going to Clark Airport for like 1 1/2 hrs.. alone. Just me, myself and I.. and maybe my suitcase. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I reached Clark.. I waited for another 4 hours e. I don't even know my way around the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, the village girl, goes abroad... I keep texting my mum, asking about little things. Should I get a cart? Should I take my luggage with me when I go to the bathroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaa.. sobrang weird ng feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to Singapore once before, but I was around 3, and I can't remember anything okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, parang 1st time pa rin ngayon, and to think ako lang mag-isa. I feel so mature. Haha. Even, though I had with me a travel clearance for minor.. I'm friggin' 17 anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung nasa departure lounge na ako, after all the settling of travel tax, checking in my bags, paying airport tax, going through immigration, it hit me, This is it! sasakay ako ng airplane. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, di naman kasi mayaman so di kami madalas matravel diba? At kahit sanay na ako sa ingay ng mga airplane, eh ang sarap pa rin ng feeling na sasakay ka. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then nung pasakay na. Parang wooow.. this is it.. wooow. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito na lang summary ng naramdaman ko. Nung pagkaupo, medyo excited pa ako. Kahit mag-isa lang ako e kinapalan ko mukha ko at nagpakavain ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At xempre, window seat, baby! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At nung nagsalita ang pilot. Siyempre, may naalala na naman ako. Iniisip ko, ay magiging piloto kaya siya? Or forever mekaniko lang ng aircrafts. haha. Pero siyempre natabunan na siya ng pagkaexcite ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung take off.. Medyo masaya, kasi parang naalala ko ang pagmamaneho ng dragracer kong bro-in-law. Then, masaya pa ung medyo paakyat pa lang. Kasi feel ko e ginagawa ko ang favorite hobby ko. ANG GOOGLE EARTH.. haha. habang nakikita ko ung mga ilaw. At nafeel kong ako si Superman. Haha.. Ay superwoman pala..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naisip ko pa, masaya siguro 'to, Sana payat ako at matangkad, gusto ko maging STEWARDESS!&lt;br /&gt;o di kaya,, cge Piloto na rin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pwde na rin sa akin ang maging kapatid ni Paris Hilton para san san din ako nakakarating. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the rest of the flight was awful. Gave me a headache.. and earache! Lalo na nung landing. Gosh, i thought i was going deaf okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, I arrived at around 1am kanina sa airport, pero mga 2 na ako nakalabas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At aun, sobrang gutom ko, eh nakain ko maanghang na noodles na niluto ng pinsan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang anghang niya, naging MAS kissable pa lips ko. Haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-1183850162427880262?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/1183850162427880262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=1183850162427880262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/1183850162427880262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/1183850162427880262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/10/promdi-abroad.html' title='The Promdi abroad'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-2565009729575218740</id><published>2007-10-26T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T23:27:53.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Mama Mary loves you</title><content type='html'>Grabe, my nephew is so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alala ko pa on the day that he was born, nasa field trip ako nung 2nd year. At nagpapacute pa ako sa crush ko sa kabilang bus. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang liit liit pa niya nung pinanganak. Di ko maisip na ngayon e niwwrestling na niya ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaso, fave nia ata ako. Eh lahat na ata ng pang-aasar sa akin eh nagawa niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bata pa lamang e, tawag na sa akin.. "oink.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alangya yan. Pero tawag ko sa kanya e kulot o kaya minsan ay panget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero kahit ganun e mahal niya ako. lalo na pag may chocolate o lollipop ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natawa ako kanina, kachat ko sila ng ate ko. Kumakanta siya ng Ave Maria. Tinuro daw sa school nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biglang may kinanta siya, which goes something like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kung ikaw ay dalaga at wala pang asawa, wag ka mag-alala, wag mawalan ng pag-asa.. God bless you, Mama Mary loves you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe. haha. Natawa na lang ako. Sabi ko, it's a sign! Wahaha,, at narinig ko na ang tugtog ng pussycat dolls na I don't need a man sa imahinasyon ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero, ito ang sunod niyang lyrics,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kung ikaw ay mataba, Labas ang bilbil, wag ka mag-alala, wag mawalan ng pag-asa, God bless you, Mama Mary loves you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabay hirit pa niya, "Tita, ikaw yun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Nakanang bata 'to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-2565009729575218740?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/2565009729575218740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=2565009729575218740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/2565009729575218740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/2565009729575218740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/10/mama-mary-loves-you.html' title='Mama Mary loves you'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-7815547969690563110</id><published>2007-10-25T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T00:23:31.303+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jay leno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debut'/><title type='text'>Jay Leno</title><content type='html'>Ngaun ang supposedly surprised birthday party for Ve. But, dahil sobrang di kami coordinated, she found out din naman. Sobrang sayang. Well, naaway ko pa si N dahil dun. Haha. Sorry na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at Jabi UN at around 12 na, and take note 9 usapan namin. [Diego, tama ung formula mo. +3hours nga.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, ayun, we decided na bumili na ng cake at balloons. They were thinking of buying flowers, but unfortunately,  malayo ang Dangwa. At wala ako sa mood makipagtawaran to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ito pa, ang isusurprise naming ngtext ke D. saying, "Bili kayo cake ha."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! haha. Napaka-cooperative na isusurprise noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, ayun, we bought her a tiramisu cake sa red ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, may balloons, tig-iisa kami na binigay sknya.. At well, lima lang kami. So sad un..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam ko sad at galit pa rin siya sa amin dahil dun sa failed attempt to go to Tagaytay for her birthday celeb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ve, if ur reading this, I am so sorry talaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, nag-U.B.E. [Ultimate Bonding Experience] lang kami sa house nila, while eating the cake, munching on chips and looking at high school pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe. Pumayat na kami! hahahaha. Un nasabi e nu? Pero seriously, parang ang dami na namin pinagdaanan sa 3 yrs na friendship namin. Ang dami na kasing problema na pinagdaanan namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we learn to have comfortable silence. Being in one room with them, even without saying a single word, just knowing we are there for each other is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakanang lambing yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also learned to get used to gross stuff. For example, grabe, kumakain kami ng pancit canton sa isang plato lamang. as in. Whoa. Then pati ung fart minsan. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may fight with each other. Intense nga daw sabi ni Ve, pero at the end of the day.. mapag-uusapan namin, and nothing too intense that a simple sorry can't fix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O friends, english un. K, napapapraktis ako dahil sa 'yo. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napag-usapan namin over dinner. Kasi natanung ko. "Tatagal kaya tayo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then parang sila.. "Oo naman. Parang forever na ata tayong ganito."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, parang ang labas ay wala na kaming magagawa. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang masaya talaga ako pag kasama ko sila. Kahit sobrang poor namin. or sobrang PG namin sa ice cream, cake or pancit canton. Eh masaya naman kami. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at ito ang &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conversation for the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in the taxi, going to Ve's house.. [me, N, K, T, D,]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: you remind me of someone N... Kilala mo si Jay Leno? Pareho kayo malaki head...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;N: Ang sama mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...we started to laugh except for K...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;K: Diba, patay na un?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;D: ha? di pa a, may mga shows pa siya e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;T: onga, napapanood ko pa siya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;K: patay na un e. Diba xa ung sa the beatles?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....O_O....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me, T a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;nd D: Si John&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Lennon yun e!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-7815547969690563110?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/7815547969690563110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=7815547969690563110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/7815547969690563110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/7815547969690563110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/10/jay-leno.html' title='Jay Leno'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-7647008060167018067</id><published>2007-10-22T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T18:33:56.550+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>anger.</title><content type='html'>sobra talaga akong galit right now. as in, di ko ba alam, kung makipagboxing ata ako. wala pa ung bell, KO na ung kalaban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero ung galit ko rin is ung tipong naiiyak na lang ako. Kasi, I feel so helpless, and I totally hate that kind of feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko alam kung panu niya nagawa sa amin 'to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medyo natutunan ko naman tanggapin na, nakukulangan na kami. Pero, ngaun. malalaman-laman ko, ibang tao natutulungan niya tapos kami, papabayaan niya maghirap. Ay leche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in, gusto ko magsabi ng malulutong na mura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gusto ko sumigaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gusto ko manapak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manadyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maghasik ng kahit anung lagim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero, ayoko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit anu pa ito, bahala na, bahala na Siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thy will be done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-7647008060167018067?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/7647008060167018067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=7647008060167018067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/7647008060167018067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/7647008060167018067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/10/anger.html' title='anger.'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-5365091962336478391</id><published>2007-10-20T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T18:42:49.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Were you able to sleep two nights ago?</title><content type='html'>Two nights ago, I had a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so weird. Ganito ang story, malamang ako ung bida. ung girl malamang. Ung ibang karakter e sa akin na lang un. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganito ang simula kasama ko ang aking friends sa isang computer shop, naglalaro kami. Biglang dumating ung lalake. Nagulat ako. Nasabi ko na lang sa kanya "Ui, hi." Ngumiti lang siya. Kasama niya mga kaibigan niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinubukan ko makuha atensyon niya, para kungware mag-usap kami. Wala kayo magagawa malandi ako. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero failure ako, so binalak ko ng umuwi.  Nag-aayos na ako ng gamit. Tumayo ang aking kaibigan at may binulong sa akin, "Di ko sure ah, pero kanina pa siya tingin ng tingin sa 'yo. Sige, uwi na ako."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako'y nashock. Tumingin. Nakatingin nga. Inisip ko, magpapaalam na lang ako sa kanila. Pag di niya ako pinansin, eh bahala na. Nagbbye ako. Lumapit si boy, sabi niya. "Uwi ka na? Pwede ba tayo mag-usap saglit lang.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko. Di ko naman siya gusto. Pero, kinilig daw ako, so pumayag na ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakita kami nung isa kong kaibigan pa. Parang, nainis ata siya. Ayun, nagpunta daw kami sa likod nung shop. Bigla pa niya kinuha kamay ko. Kinilig naman daw ako. Pero, iniisip ko, di naman ako kinikilig na dapat sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Siya:&lt;/span&gt; Sorry, di tayo nag-uusap. Di na tayo nagpapansinan tulad ng dati nu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ako: &lt;/span&gt;Ha? okay lang naman, wala naman sa akin un.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Siya:&lt;/span&gt; Alam mo, namiss kita sobra. Kinausap kasi ako ni mama dati, sabi niya, pabayaan muna kita. Kasi pressure from school and stuff, at may capping ka daw ganun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;[habang pinapanood ko ang aking panaginip. Iniisip ko na. hala, bakit? kilala ba ako ng nanay mo?! anu mga sinasabi mo? pero mejo excited ako. Kinikilig.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ako:&lt;/span&gt; ah.. bakit anu ba sinabi? Oo nga, may capping pa ako. Dapat di ako bumagsak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Siya:&lt;/span&gt; Pero, ah, okay lang ba na studies muna tau. pero, m**** talaga kita. Sori, ngaun lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naisip ko na lang ng mga oras na ito. Anu ang sinasabi ng lokong ito? At ito pa sinabi ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha, weh? Studies naman talaga ang priority natin..Okay lang naman sa akin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE?! At ayun, pumasok na kami. Nananching na naman siya, nakipagholding hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumayo ung isa kong kaibigan. Sasampalin/susuntukin na "siya". Pinigilan ko daw, sabi ko, "payag naman ako. Okay naman un e."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naisip ko lang. Totoo ba ang sinasabi ni Freud na lumalabas sa dreams ang innermost desires mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baka nga. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-5365091962336478391?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/5365091962336478391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=5365091962336478391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/5365091962336478391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/5365091962336478391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/10/were-you-able-to-sleep-two-nights.html' title='Were you able to sleep two nights ago?'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-3834271753286666420</id><published>2007-10-16T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T13:48:13.730+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex appeal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>It's either you got it or you don't</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Grabe. Mukha ba akong nanay ng mga bata?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasi kanina, sinundo namin ung mga pamangkin ko sa panganay.[&lt;strong&gt;nakakadugo ng ilong&lt;/strong&gt; ung school nila, &lt;strong&gt;puros english&lt;/strong&gt;! pati ung mga yaya. Ay,&lt;strong&gt; mga kabarkada ata ni Inday&lt;/strong&gt; un,] Unang lumabas ung bunsong babae. So ayun, naglalaro kami and stuff. Then, lumabas ung class ng ate niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahimik kong binabantayan ung mga pamangkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bigla kong naramdaman na may kumuha ng kamay ko.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Then, may laway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ay hinalikan nung batang lalake na kaklase ng pamangkin ko ung kamay ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nashock talaga ako. Sabi ko na lang.. "Hi.."&lt;br /&gt;Wow, mula sa sinaunang panahon ata ang pag-iisip ng batang ito.&lt;br /&gt;Romantic?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi niya sa akin "Hi." Then nagsmile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagulantang talaga ako nun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May isang pangyayare din nung 3rd year ako.&lt;/strong&gt; Tumatambay kasi kami minsan sa isang bilyaran/computer shop noon. Eh may mga batang suki dun. Minsan nakalaro naman sila ng Counter strike. May isang batang lalake din dun, tinanung pa nga niya pangalan ko. Siya si Joey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung minsan na pauwi na kami. Ako, si "E" at si "Ve".&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Naglalakad &lt;/span&gt;na kami sa tahimik na kalye. Biglang may sumigaw.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Vianney!!!!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Omaygulay, Sino ung batang iyon? Una di namin pinansin. Biglang may sumigaw pa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"VIANNEY! LARO PA DAW KAYO NI JOEY!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinagtatawanan na ako ng kasama ko. Ako'y napraning. Stalker 'tong batan ito ah. Gusto kong sumigaw na, LUBAYAN MO KO MASAMANG LOOB. Ahahaha. Pero since bata nga, baka wala lang kalaro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ve: Vian, sabihin mo, uwi ka na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ako: Uwi ka na!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ve &amp;amp; E laughing. Ako, naguluhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ve: Ano ba Vian?! Ikaw na ung uuwi! Anu yan? Manliligaw mo pinapauwi mo na?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ako: Ay mali! Uwi na ako!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O Grabe diba? Mula noon. Inde. Bumabalik pa rin kami sa tambayan namin nu. Malamang.&lt;br /&gt;Pero di ko na masyado nakikita si Joey, eh di ko na rin siya napapansin naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isa pang sitwasyon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gumagawa kami ng proyekto sa bahay ng aking kaklase nung 4th year. Eh may &lt;strong&gt;pinsan siyang batang lalake.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun nasa sahig kami, at nananahi pa ako. &lt;strong&gt;Biglang naglabas ng water gun&lt;/strong&gt; ang nabanggit na pinsan, at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ako ang pinuntirya&lt;/span&gt;. Hindi naman as in splash. Parang drops drops lang ng tubig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako naman, nahihiya ako magalit. Sabi ko sa kanya. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Eh wala akong dalang damit, bawal ako mabasa. Next time na lang tayo maglaro."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumuloy pa rin siya. Ung mga kaklase ko nakatingin lang sa akin. Hindi rin alam gagawin. Lumapit ako sa kaklase ko at sinabi ko na ang pangungulit ng pinsan niya. Ayun, napaakyat tuloy ung bata at pinatulog na ata. Ewan ko  ba. Mukha ba akong di naliligo? O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natawa na lang ako sa &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;forwarded message ng aking hunyluvz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Do u hav sex appeal? hir's a simple experiment: Go 2 a place crowded with children. stand or sit in one place w/o making any effort 2 b noticed. f children smile at u w/o calling their a10tion,u've got sex appeal. d theory's dat children's emotions r spontaneous coz dey haven't experienced yet emotional disturbances unlike adults. ur bf/gf may lie, but a child won't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hahaha. Forwarded message lang naman. At well, theory lang. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-3834271753286666420?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/3834271753286666420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=3834271753286666420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/3834271753286666420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/3834271753286666420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-either-you-got-it-or-you-dont.html' title='It&apos;s either you got it or you don&apos;t'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-2844630386698464131</id><published>2007-10-15T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T22:30:50.346+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nurse'/><title type='text'>Random thinking</title><content type='html'>Ma'am ako po si *insert name here*. Ako po ang nurse niyo ngayon dito sa *insert name of ward or health center*. Galing po ako sa *school- college of nursing*, duty po ako tuwing *day/s and time*. Kuhanan ko lang po kayo ng vital signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinuha ko ung bp ap ko kanina. Naisip ko lang, ang tagal na pala since nung huling kinuhanan ko ng BP ang isang pasyente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kahit nakakapraning magnursing history. Nakakaloka gumawa ng nursing care plan. At nakakabagot magrecord ng vital signs. Eh, nakakamiss din pala mag-duty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakita ko naman ang stethoscope ko, pinikit ang mata, at pinakinggan ang aking puso. Ang weird pero, parang naghihintay ako ng ibubulong niya sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naaalala ko kasi madalas nilang sinasabi, you must listen to your heart's desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang, mga isang oras mahigit ata akong nakahiga lang, at sinubaybayan ang bawat tibok. Parang naisip ko nga, sana ibulong niya anu ba ang gusto niya. Baka kasi, sumisigaw na pala siya, nagbibingi-bingihan pa ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang tagal kong naghintay sa sasabihin niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walang nangyare, tumibok lang siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito pa mga naisip ko ngayon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Maraming kwento si Lola Basyang diba? May blog kaya siya? Seryoso ako. Naisip ko yan habang naliligo ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. San gawa ang kikiam? May ka-chat kasi ako kanina, pinag-usapan namin ang stall na kiss. Ayun. Siya din di niya alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bakit di ko mahanap sa google earth si Santa? Sa ibang planeta ba siya nakatira at kalokohan lang na sa North Pole siya? Alien ba siya? Kapitbahay niya ba sila Kokey, Superman at Marvin the Martian?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-2844630386698464131?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/2844630386698464131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=2844630386698464131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/2844630386698464131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/2844630386698464131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/10/random-thinking.html' title='Random thinking'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-5121395522685712312</id><published>2007-10-14T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T12:09:02.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patience'/><title type='text'>Bata, bata, ba't ang dami mong ginagawa?</title><content type='html'>Kanina, pagkatapos ko kumain, naisip kong manood ng tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una, The O.C. ang pinapanood ko, at pinagpapantasiyahan si Seth Cohen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lipat, lipat channel. Napunta ako sa BBC World news Channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May nakita kasi akong interesting. Mga Chinese na bata, may subtitle naman kaya tiningnan ko anung meron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakaaliw naman pala. Ganito kasi kwento niya. Parang may botohan ng class monitor sa class nila, so pinapakita kung paano ung paghahanda nila and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ito lang masasabi ko. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Madumi ang politika&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; talaga. Mga &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bata pa lang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, anu-ano na ang nalalaman. At ito pa, tinuturuan pa ng magulang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ung &lt;strong&gt;unang bata&lt;/strong&gt;, mukhang &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mayaman&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Class monitor for 2 years&lt;/span&gt;. Ang scene nasa sala sila ng bahay nila. Si nanay at tatay ay tinutulungan ang kanilang anak na lalaki na umisip ng stratehiya para manalo. Nakaisip si tatay ng paraan. Sabi niya, yayain daw nung bata mga kaklase niya sumakay sa train. [parang LRT ba.] Sabi nung bata, Is it free?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh un pala, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;tatay niya nagmamanage nung train na iyon&lt;/span&gt;. So, in short libre nga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ayun, pagkauwi ng mag-anak. Sabi ng nanay sa anak. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Ask them if they enjoyed the trip today..then, ask them if they will vote for you now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O diba? bongga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang &lt;strong&gt;pangalawang bata&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chubby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, mukhang di kasing yaman nung nauna. Pagkatapos ng field trip ay kinausap niya ung adviser nila, sabi niya gusto na niya magback-out, kasi naman, wala na daw siya laban, 2 na lang boboto sa kanya. Pero, sinabihan siya na wag mag-give up at humingi din ng payo sa kanyang mga magulang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun nga ginawa niya, at sinabihan siya ng nanay niya na wag mag give up, at tinuruan pa ng mga taktika.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabihin daw sa kalaban, A class monitor should not be a dictator, he should be a manager. Tanungin daw niya sa mga kaklase niya kung sinu mga bnbully ng class monitor na un. Grabe, kung napanood niyo lang. Parang, masyado pa atang maaga para ipasok ang mga ganung bagay sa mga bata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito, may &lt;strong&gt;pangatlo pang bata&lt;/strong&gt;. Babae naman ngaun, nag-uusap sila ng nanay niya. Sabi ng nanay niya, dapat daw marunong mag counter-attack ung bata pag sinasabi mga kahinaan niya. Parang ang point nung nanay e, wag lalamya-lamya ung bata. Grabe, shocking. At nag-uusap sila habang nag-iikot sa amusement park. Ironic nu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At nung araw na ng debate nila, maraming mga magulang na nag-aabang sa labas n eskwelahan para antabayanan ang mangyayari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At sa tingin ko ang age ng mga bata na 'to ay nasa Grade 3-4 lamang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naaalala ko mga ginagawa ko nun. Naglalaro pa ako ng barbie at polly pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe na nga daw ang mga bata ngayon. Sobrang dami ng alam. Medyo tumataas na rin ang expectation sa kanila. Kung dati, palaro-laro lang sa may kalye, ngayon may mga hobbies ng maiituturing, tulad ng taekwondo, ballet, piano lessons, singing lessons, dance lessons, minsan pa nga meron pa diyan ung pagtuturo ng advanced math sa kanila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di pa diyan kasama ung kaalaman sa teknolohiya tulad ng cellphone at computer, meron pa diyan, ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baka nakakalimutan niyo, meron pa silang school work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para sa akin, wala naman masama sa pag-eexpose sa mga bata sa mga maaari nilang pagkalibangan. Kasi ang sports or hobbies ay maaari din magturo ng disiplina sa bata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana lang, hindi masyadong mapressure ung kabataan. Parang, let them enjoy lang. Just let them be kids lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't mean din na we should talk to them like they're stupid. They're not. For me, try to explain things with the words they already know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pwede na ako maging nanay? haha. joke lang. baka ako naman sabunutan ng nanay ko. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-5121395522685712312?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/5121395522685712312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=5121395522685712312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/5121395522685712312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/5121395522685712312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/10/bata-bata-bat-ang-dami-mong-ginagawa.html' title='Bata, bata, ba&apos;t ang dami mong ginagawa?'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-7774470046321270307</id><published>2007-10-13T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T16:36:07.562+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='onetruemedia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marie digby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obsession'/><title type='text'>My obsessions.</title><content type='html'>Gaaaaah. I now realize that I have a tendency to be an addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st latest obsession: Movie-making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobra. 2 na nagagawa ko. One for my Rle-mates. Then, ngaun, I made another one for my highschool barkada. Miss them so much. At mas tumagal pa pag gawa ko kasi naman, naiiyak ako. hehe. May mga love team pa nga e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link, hope you could watch it din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/shared?p=3e98484b827a0cfc0657c6&amp;amp;skin_id=601&amp;amp;utm_source=otm&amp;amp;utm_medium=text_url"&gt;http://www.onetruemedia.com/shared?p=3e98484b827a0cfc0657c6&amp;amp;skin_id=601&amp;amp;utm_source=otm&amp;amp;utm_medium=text_url&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan, go watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd obsession: Marie Digby. Major identity crisis people! Maganda talaga siya. Sabi ko kahawig niya c Cheska Garcia sa isang angle. Sabi ni Bart, kamukha daw ni KC Concepcion. Half-Japanese, Half-Irish American. Ah basta, maganda. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang ganda ganda pa ng lyrics ng songs nia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito ang ilang lines sa mga nagustuhan kong kanta niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Unfold:&lt;br /&gt;You see, i'm the bravest girl you will ever come to meet&lt;br /&gt;and yet i shrink down to nothing at the thought of someone really seeing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Traffic:&lt;br /&gt;Guess I should be happy now&lt;br /&gt;everything is back to how it wasbefore you came around&lt;br /&gt;I'm already changing&lt;br /&gt;I've even tried to find a new distraction&lt;br /&gt;but still you surround&lt;br /&gt;as if it's not hard enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;But I can't belong to anybody else right now&lt;br /&gt;Though it is not much of an excuse&lt;br /&gt;I can't belong to anybody else&lt;br /&gt;When I've got so much figuring out to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Stupid for you&lt;br /&gt;The proper thing to do is for me to act like a lady&lt;br /&gt;and wait for you to make the first move&lt;br /&gt;but i don't think you're getting the point&lt;br /&gt;that it's you - that i want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, yan na ata lahat ng original composition niya. Haha. Can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At gusto ko version nia ng Umbrella at Torn!! Gaaaah! I'm obsessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-7774470046321270307?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/7774470046321270307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=7774470046321270307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/7774470046321270307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/7774470046321270307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-obsessions.html' title='My obsessions.'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-179721959824767877</id><published>2007-10-12T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T19:12:53.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sembreak. Loving it?</title><content type='html'>First day of sembreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi naman totally, pero still..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But! I did something great today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Great daw talaga e nuh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my RLE 9.3-mates. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MtF0p-LuC4w" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galing nu? haha. Onetruemedia.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang cool dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito pa. random blog stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Superpower Should Be Mind Reading&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoursuperpowerbequiz/mind-reading.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are brilliant, insightful, and intuitive.&lt;br /&gt;You understand people better than they would like to be understood.&lt;br /&gt;Highly sensitive, you are good at putting together seemingly irrelevant details.&lt;br /&gt;You figure out what's going on before anyone knows that anything is going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you would be a good superhero: You don't care what people think, and you'd do whatever needed to be done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your biggest problem as a superhero: Feeling even more isolated than you do now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoursuperpowerbequiz/"&gt;What Should Your Superpower Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Candy Heart Says "First Kiss"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourcandyheartsayquiz/first-kiss.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a true romantic who brings an innocent hope to each new relationship.&lt;br /&gt;You see the good in every person you date, and you relish each step of falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal Valentine's Day date: a romantic dinner your sweetie cooks for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style: friendly and sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What turns you off: cynics who don't believe in romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you're hot: you always keep the romance alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourcandyheartsayquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Candy Heart Say?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. nakakatawa un ah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-179721959824767877?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/179721959824767877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=179721959824767877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/179721959824767877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/179721959824767877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/10/sembreak-loving-it.html' title='Sembreak. Loving it?'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-2899528805074361453</id><published>2007-10-11T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T13:44:50.553+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sembreak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stardust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karaoke'/><title type='text'>Sem-ender</title><content type='html'>This is a silent war, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence. It's more challenging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really had fun today. As in sobra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to TriNoMa. At siyempre, first time ko. haha. Nung papunta nga kami, I was really quiet. Kasi feel ko naliligaw na ako. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, kumain kami. At hinanap c Ysabella sa kitchen nila. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At aun, dumaan kami sa may playground at may mga fluffy animals na andun. Siyempre, malakas ang trip namin, sumakay kami. Sobrang nakakatawa. Baboy ung sinakyan namin! Kawaii..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naglolokohan pa kami na manood ng Apat Dapat, Dapat Apat. haha, pero we decided na Stardust na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, nagvideoke muna sa timezone. haha. May silip ng silip ke Madel habang kumakanta siya.&lt;br /&gt;Stalker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ayun, na-late kami ng 15 mins, kasi masyado na-enjoy ang pagbirit sa videoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ito lang masasabi ko sa movie.. SOBRANG GANDA! As in, I really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yvaine: What do stars do?.. They shine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akala ko nga it was Gwyneth Paltrow. Hindi pala, turns out it's Claire Danes. Gwapo ung lalake nung long-haired na siya. And I thought I had something against long-haired boys, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bastam try nio panoorin. Maganda din ung soundtrack niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, pinuntahan namin ang &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lurve ni madel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, c &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;chubs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. ay este &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chucks&lt;/span&gt;. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, iniwan c Madel dun at pinagpatuloy namin ang karaoke. Eh pagkabalik namin dun, ang dami rin pala nagbabalak magwala sa karaoke. Kaya nag-ikot muna kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At may nadiscover kami. Free shooting! haha. Kasi sira ata un. Haha. nakakakatawa talaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for pics, tingnan na lang ang multiply ni Madel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://madeldel.multiply.com/"&gt;http://madeldel.multiply.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At siyempre, late ako nakauwi. Muntik ng mahiyawan ng aking papa. Pero, pinigil niya sarili niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi nakapag grocery, kaya nasigawan ni ate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-2899528805074361453?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/2899528805074361453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=2899528805074361453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/2899528805074361453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/2899528805074361453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/10/sem-ender.html' title='Sem-ender'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-515713236319219474</id><published>2007-10-10T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T19:25:25.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nanay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fave day'/><title type='text'>Love and hate collided this day</title><content type='html'>Grabe. Iniisip ko kanina, fave day ko 'to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit may kamalasan na nangyayare sa akin, iniisip ko, at the end of the day, everything will turn out to be okay. Pero, mali pala. Grabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito ang mga dahilan kung bakit ako bad trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nakalimutan ko kung birthday ba o hindi ng isa kong elementary friend. Kasi last year nakalimutan ko na siya batiin, then ngaun di ko maaalala. As in sobrang nadedepress ako ngayon. Nasa reminders ko kasi siya sa dating phone ko. Eh nasa ate ko un, at may duty pa siya, so malamang, di ko pa mababati ung kaibigan ko. Grabe talaga. Sori talaga pag nababasa mo 'to. Alam mo naman ako, makakalimutin talaga ako. Ayoko naman igreet ka na di mo pala birthday, pasensiya ka na talaga.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Isa pang tungkol sa kaibigan, Di ko maintindihan talaga. Nababanas talaga ako. Right now, Hindi ko alam kung saan sisimulan. Dati, iniintindi ko naman, na may bago kang friends, Nung 4th yr  naaalala mo ba? Ung tipong every lakad ng barkada, eh wala kayo? alala mo na? Naging bitter ako nun, pero, wala naman ako sinabi na. At ngayon, Gumagawa naman ako ng paraan ah. At kanina, malabo kaya mata ko, paano ko kaya kayo makikita. At grabe, tntry ko naman to make it work diba? I wanted to go with you guys to study, pero anu pa sinabi mo na paguilty effect pa eh. Parang it was not enough na naguiguilty na nga ako, dagdagan mo pa. Okay, fine, &lt;strong&gt;MAKE ME CHOOSE NA LANG LAGI&lt;/strong&gt;. Ganun ba? Lagi na lang ako mamimili, and if i don't choose you guys, ako ang lumalayo. Sana alam mo feeling ko, since nasa ganito ka namang sitwasyon dati. Grabe talaga. Ayoko na.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Medyo nahihirapan na ako gumawa ng bakit ako masaya ngayong araw. Pero, sabi nga nila, At the end of each day, you must recall at least one thing that made you happy. Kahit mababaw ang mga 'to, cge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nakasabay ko c ex-crush sa jeepney. Di ako stalker. Hindi siya nagfeeling, Yey.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nakapaginternet ako sa main lib.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nag-aral ako ng MP lec. 4 down, 4 more chapters to go.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nagtext ang nanay ko ng encouraging words. Naiyak ako, at mas napressure, kasi naman, sobrang fan ko ata siya. And she thinks I can pass Micro-Para. Sana lang. [lou at bart, di ako ampon.]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ayan, mas marami ang dahilan kung bakit ako masaya, pero natatabunan ng kalungkutan, Bakit ba.. haay. Nakakawalan gana.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-515713236319219474?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/515713236319219474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=515713236319219474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/515713236319219474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/515713236319219474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/10/love-and-hate-collided-this-day.html' title='Love and hate collided this day'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-2017362790228621297</id><published>2007-10-10T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T09:43:42.195+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fave day'/><title type='text'>Favorite Day ko Ngayon!</title><content type='html'>Ang date ngayon ay, October 10, 2007 at Wednesday pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fave number ko at fave day ko pa. yey. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang. Sharing of info lang. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya pag October 10, 2010. Batiin niyo ko. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nga pala, nasa main lib ako. susubukan ko mag-aral! weeee.. wish me luck :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-2017362790228621297?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/2017362790228621297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=2017362790228621297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/2017362790228621297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/2017362790228621297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/10/favorite-day-ko-ngayon.html' title='Favorite Day ko Ngayon!'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-6418798877010236331</id><published>2007-10-06T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T17:30:00.065+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soulmate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='destiny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green shirt'/><title type='text'>Save the Earth</title><content type='html'>Aalis pala c ate. Akala ko kasi, na since nagluluto-luto pa siya ng spaghetti na nilunod sa hotdog at ng sinasabi niyang may &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cheese&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fondue ekek niya na may white wine. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[btw, uminom ako ng white wine, mga isa't kalahati.. o dalawa na ata un na baso. at sinubukan ko mag-aral. Kalokohan pala un. Nahilo kasi ako.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, bigla na siyang umakyat, naligo, at pagkababa e nakapang-alis na siya. Naka-green shirt at pants, at nakaslippers pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi niya sa akin "Pag may tumawag, nasa Dasma ako."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naisip ko na lang. Makikipagdate na naman si ate. Pinagsinungaling pa ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At tama ang aking hinala, ilang minuto lang ay dumating na c Kuya. At ito, naka-green din siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anu ba 'to? Couple's outfit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi na lang ni ate "&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nakakainis ka naman, hon e. Bakit ka naka-green din?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuya "&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Alam mo naman ito susuot ko e.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Ate "&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hindi ko kaya alam.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sasayaw ba kayo sa piyesta at may costume pa kayo?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humirit naman c kuya "&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Destiny 'to.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Pumanchline pa e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero, nakakaaliw talaga. Ilang beses na nangyayare sa kanila ang bagay na 'to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totoo nga kaya un? Pag may minamahal ka na e, parang nagkakapareho na kayo ng iniisip minsan? Tipong pag aalis kayo e, subconsciously mong napipili ang kulay na naiisip din susuotin ng bf/gf mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do soulmates really exist? Is there really a thing called destiny?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ui english un. Haha. Pero, come to think of it merong mga pangyayare minsan na nakakagulat. Parang it's written on the stars or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NBSB pa kasi ako, kaya di ko alam ang feeling ng ganito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagkatanungan kami kahapon, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;How do you want to meet your soulmate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napaisip ako dun. Ang sagot ko, gusto ko siya makita kung kailan sobrang gulo ng araw ko. Kung kailan sobrang daming nangyayare sa aking masama ng araw na iyon. Ung tipong mukha na akong wasted. Pero ung moment na makita ko siya e parang lahat ng kamalasan ko eh unti-unti kong maiisipan ng solusyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dba? Masaya sana iyon. Naaliw nga ako sa kwento ng isa kong kaibigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akala daw niya, soulmate niya ang kanyang best friend dati. Kasi nung nakita daw niya un, Bigla na lang parang ngslow motion lahat ng bagay at nagconcentrate ang pangyayari sa kanila. Baka ngwapuhan lang talaga ung kaibigan ko dun. Haha, joke lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Magical. Hindi ko maiwasan maisip na sana mangyare din sa akin un. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Not exactly right now, kasi I still stand by choice to stay single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero at some other time, naiisip ko na sana, maging magical kahit papaano ang mangyare sa akin. Sana meron ngang soulmate na nag-eexist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iniisip ko pa nga minsan na, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sana friends kami ni Destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Baka kasi maging bias siya sa akin. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero, naniniwala ako na dadating din ang panahon na bubuksan ko ang pinto ng bahay namin, at makikita ko ang magkakapareho ko, at malay niyo maging motto namin.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAVE THE EARTH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pwde rin namang &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEART'S DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O di kaya. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLUE'S CLUES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-6418798877010236331?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/6418798877010236331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=6418798877010236331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/6418798877010236331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/6418798877010236331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/10/save-earth.html' title='Save the Earth'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-6230805499733816680</id><published>2007-10-05T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T21:53:11.387+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epistaxis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='impromptu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>Bakit ang babaw ng luha ko?</title><content type='html'>Uiiii.. OCTOBER na..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fave month ko po kasi ito. Hindi dahil sa Octoberfest po ah. Dahil 10 ang corresponding number ng month na ito at sembreak pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaso, nung kahapon, nalungkot ako. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasi naman, bakit ba napakabobo ko sa english?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First subject kasi namin un kahapon, eh may impromptu speech. Nung papasok pa lang ako, eh masayahin pa ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit na-late na naman ako, okay pa rin ako. Then, pagkapasok ko ng room, nalaman ko na kailangan ay mag-volunteer ka na lang kung gusto mo na magsalita, di na daw bunutan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap. Nakipagbato bato pick pa ako sa kaklase ko kung sinu mauuna sa amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magaling. Natalo ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nangangatog na tuhod ko, kahit nakaupo pa lang ako. Tumayo ako. Akala ko nga, mapapaupo ulit ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumunot ako ng tanung. Nagdadasal na, "Sana tungkol na lang ulit sa love ang tanungin sa akin."&lt;br /&gt;Ang tanong ko. "If you were given a chance to live a different life, what would you be and why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omaygulay! Ano sasagot ko dito? Gusto ko ba maging Mama Mary? Gusto ko bang maging bulaklak? Ano?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naisip ko bigla. Gusto ko maging Presidente. Ay ayun na lang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un na nga ang aking nasagot. At ito pa, 2 sentences lang ata nasabi ko. Then, I froze. Wala ako masabi. Wala akong maisip. Alam niyo ba ung sa Harry Potter? Ung deatheater? Ung pag kumakain ng kaluluwa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganun ang naramdaman ko. Parang unti-unting nawawala ang kaligayahan sa kaloob-looban ko. At nararamdaman kong tila sinisipsip ang aking kaluluwa nga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe, nasabi ko na lang e. "Ma'am ayoko na, nahihiya na ako." Sabay punta sa upuan at naupo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At naiiyak na ako nun. Naiinis kasi ako sa sarili ko. Ang bobo ko talaga sa English. Ang dami ko naman naisip talaga na sabihin, hindi ko lang maipaliwanag ang damdamin ko sa Ingles. O Diyos ko, bakit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naiyak nga ako. Naramdaman ko ang aking pisngi na umiinit. At bigla na lang, parang basa na siya. May luha na pala. Nainis pa ako lalo, bakit ba ang iyakin ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko po kasi talaga ng ganun, ung tipong napapahiya. Ayaw ko ng di ako handa. Kasi alam ko, di ko kaya magimpromptu. Ito na nga, gusto ko planado ang mangyayare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe talaga. Lumabas na nga lang ako ng classroom muna at bumili ng Pretzels sa may canteen. Comfort food baga. Naligayahan naman ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung mabibigyan pa ako ng pagkakataon, ito sasagot ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"     I've only been on this earth for 17 years. During this time, I never had a chance to handle great responsibility. So, in my next lifetime, I would like to be a President or a Prime Minister. Why would I want to be someone with so much responsibility? For the reason that I would like to have the ability to influence so many people's lives. I would be able to share what I have to say. I also want to know how it is, when my every decision would affect everyone. Also, I would like to know why some high officials are stealing the people's funds. I would like to know what it is in great power that lures them into corruption.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     If maybe everyone would be given a chance like this, even just for a day, just maybe, we would understand how hard it must be for our head of the state to bear so much responsibility. And also, maybe we would learn to cooperate more, rather than complain."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano ba? May wrong grammar ba? haay. sa mga susunod ko ngang post. Mag-english nga ako. Sana, di ako ma-epistaxis. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-6230805499733816680?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/6230805499733816680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=6230805499733816680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/6230805499733816680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/6230805499733816680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/10/bakit-ang-babaw-ng-luha-ko.html' title='Bakit ang babaw ng luha ko?'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-5714445262259061287</id><published>2007-09-30T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T17:50:16.115+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOA'/><title type='text'>Lahat na lang.</title><content type='html'>Ui, ung post ko before, di po ako bitter jan. Ako ay masaya habang sinusulat yan, wala namang panghihinayang na kahit ano. Basta, ung tipong I've came to understand and accept na lang. Nakanang. kadramahang ekek naman un.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo nga pala, nasa MOA ako ngayon, magdinner kasi kami. Dapat nga sa Trinoma kami, kaso ung ate kong isa, taga-Cavite. Mas malapit siya dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay, sayang. Perstaym ko sana sa Trinoma haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel ko lang ah, lahat ata ng computer eh bibinyagan ko. Hanggang MOA ba naman blog pa rin inatupag. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana di ako bumagsak bukas. Madami pa pala ako test e. Pero huwag kayo mag-alala, may dala ako reviewer ngayon. Haha, Lupet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBye na!!.. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-5714445262259061287?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/5714445262259061287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=5714445262259061287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/5714445262259061287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/5714445262259061287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/09/lahat-na-lang.html' title='Lahat na lang.'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-111475587167399496</id><published>2007-09-28T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T21:47:18.760+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unsent letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Naisip lang kita</title><content type='html'>Dear _____,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ko, di na ako magpopost ng tungkol sa 'yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero di ko maiwasan. Naalala kita eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pag naaalala kita ngayon, napapangiti na lang ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ko sa sarili ko kanina nung nsa shuttle ako, pag nagblog ako sa'yo, sasabihin ko na pangalan mo. Pero unfair naman sa'yo diba, privacy din. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namimiss talaga kita. Anu pa sabihin ng mga tao. Namimiss ko kasi pag kausap kita. Eh, masaya ka kasing kaibigan naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang gulo talaga nating dalawa. Eh, parang, nagsimula sa wala, at natapos sa wala. As in, plain wala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iniisip ko nga minsan, baka nadala ka lang sa panglalandi ko. haha. Sori naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kala ko kasi responsive ka, kaya kala ko tuloy ang landian. haha, joke lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo nga pala, sori naman kung marami kang nagastos. Sine, pagkain, sa bracelet. Eh binilhan naman kita ng cake e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasensiya na sa pagfefeeling ko na pagmamadali sa'yo sa paglalaro ng DOTA. Salamat sa pagtawid mo sa akin sa nakakatakot na Edsa. Salamat din sa pagsuyo sa akin, at pag-alok na kumain tayo ng balut. Salamat sa pagiging unan ko pag nasa jeep. Pasensiya kung mabigat ulo ko. Mabigat din naman ulo mo. Salamat sa pagpapangiti sa akin. Pasensiya kung iniinis kita. Salamat sa pagpapaalala lagi sa akin na pagpatak ng alas diyes, eh matulog na ako dapat. Salamat sa pagmimissed call para tingnan kung tulog na ako. Salamat sa paghila sa akin pag muntik na ako masagasaan. Salamat sa pagtatanung kung kumain na ba ako. Salamat sa pagttxt sa akin. Ay, masaya un. At sabi ko sau dati sa text: "Salamat dahil miss mo na ako."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo nga pala, kung sa inyong magkakapatid, walang may favorite sa'yo. Ay, ikaw favorite ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akala mo lang, ay todo kinikilig talaga ako dati. Pasensya naman. Di kasi ako sanay. At kala ko e nanaginip ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana, nag-uusap pa rin tayo. Pero un lang naman naiisip ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero, masaya pa rin ako na nasabi ko, kahit magulo, ung totoo sa'yo. Pasensiya na kung nag-expect ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito na lang, oo talaga dati, ay, feel ko first love ko un. Eh todo kilig e. Haha, nahihiya ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero, okay na ako ngayon, Wala na ako bitterness. Okay na ako na ganito lang talaga ang nangyare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam mo ung quote na "It was meant to be, but unfortunately, only for a short time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very happy now. Wala naman ako bago, but I am really happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana, maging magaling ka ngang piloto. Ay, kung matangkad lang ako, magstewardess na sana ako. haha joke lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh wag ka magfefeeling pag mabasa mo man 'to. Ingat ka palagi ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++Vianney++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Alam mo ba, pag nakakakita ako ng airplane lagi kita naiisip. Hala, ang malas ko naman, sa NAIA pa ako malapit nakatira. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-111475587167399496?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/111475587167399496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=111475587167399496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/111475587167399496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/111475587167399496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/09/naisip-lang-kita.html' title='Naisip lang kita'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-1995546823387288587</id><published>2007-09-28T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T01:10:54.066+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shuffle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-pageant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pangyayari'/><title type='text'>Maraming pangyayari.</title><content type='html'>Ay!! kanina pala ang 10th post ko. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh favorite number ko kasi un.. Wala lang. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AY nakalimutan ko lang ikwento, Nagkaroon ng Picture-taking at pinanood namin ang mga talentadong kaklase namin sa kanilang mga screening. Sila Camcaramcamcam [siya ung babaeng walang frenulum], Demi at Izza, sa may singing contest ba tawag dun? haha. Di ako makaisip ng term e. Basta dun sila sumali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ang aking Irog, si Gen, Simeon at Jino, sumali sa pre-pageant. Sana makapasok silang lahat nu? hehe. Sabi ko nga, pag di na nila alam ung sagot. Irecite na lang nila ung Vision, Mission at Core Values ng College of Nursing. Haha o dba? Ay oo nga pala. Masungit ako ngayon. Anung meron? Meron ba? Magkakaroon? DI naman e. Sabi ko nga. Kulang lang kasi ako..... sa pag-ibig. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ito pala, nakita ko sa multiply ng kaibigan ko. favorite ko 'to e. Para naman pahabol sa 10th post. espesyal. Parang ensaymada lang. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your MP3 player on shuffle and answer the following questions with the song titles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How does the world see me?&lt;br /&gt;:: Catch me I'm falling- Toni Gonzaga [Mga tao, mukha ba akong lampa?!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Will I have a happy life?&lt;br /&gt;::Ay.. baket ganun? You give love a bad name- Bon Jovi. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What do people really think of me?&lt;br /&gt;:: Maalala mo Sana- Silent Sanctuary. hala, mukha ba akong ulyanin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do people secretly lust after me?&lt;br /&gt;:: I didn't know I was looking for love -Sitti. Ay do i remind them of love pag nkkta nila ako?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How can I make myself happy?&lt;br /&gt;:: Ahahaha, di ako alam ibig sabihin nitong kantang ito Perhaps love-ost ng princess hours [love ba kelangan? :P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How can I make others happy?&lt;br /&gt;:: If we fall in love- yeng and rj,, Ay anu daw? love ba? anu ko? c cupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What should I do with my life?&lt;br /&gt;::waa.. Fall to pieces- Avril Lavigne. anu?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Will I ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;::Stars-Callalily, anu? kasing dami ng stars anak ko?! wag nmn po! di ako si Father Abraham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is some good advice for me?&lt;br /&gt;:: wahaha. now I'm starting to like it. "I don't need a man- PCD" wag na love!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What do I think is my current theme song?&lt;br /&gt;::My boo- Alicia keys and Usher- Ay anu? may boo ako?! cnu?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What does everyone else think my current theme song is?&lt;br /&gt;:: Lady Marmalade- Christina A., Lil Kim, Maya, Pink, Missy Elliot. Ay Margarina na ba talaga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What song will play at my funeral?&lt;br /&gt;::ay, bad 3p. I love to hate you.  bakit gnun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What type of men/women do you like?&lt;br /&gt;::cool off? bakit gnun?! anu un?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What is my day going to be like?&lt;br /&gt;::Sa kanya- MYMP. ay sinung siya? hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Why am I here?&lt;br /&gt;::Tattoed on my mind- Sitti. ayihiee.. di ako makatulog kasi.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What will people remember me for?&lt;br /&gt;::Because of you-Kelly Clarkson.. nanakit ba ako ng mga tao?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What song will I get stuck in my head tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;::Beautiful Liar- Shakira and Beyonce. Weh.. di naman e..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Are there people outside waiting to take me away?&lt;br /&gt;::Wait a minute-PCD. wait daw, nag-iisip. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What will this year be all about?&lt;br /&gt;:: ay wow. Ewan- Imago. haha. wait nga lang daw kasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUFFLE TEST 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High School is/was like…&lt;br /&gt;wahaha My humps-BEP. anu? malaswa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have a good day if I can just hear…&lt;br /&gt;Going crazy- Natalie. Ay bakit kaya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did last night was…&lt;br /&gt;Smack that- Akon.. huwat?! natutulog lang po ako kagabi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me happy is…&lt;br /&gt;Girl Next door- Saving Jane anu? masaya akong manghate?! inde!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I got lost on a desert island, I would yell...&lt;br /&gt;Fighter- Christina Aguilera. Ahaha. aja aja fighting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is described by the song…&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at me- Mariah Carey- hahaha, anu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relationship with my friends is described by the song…&lt;br /&gt;yikeee!! Beautiful Girls- Jojo. hahaha. siyempre, Birds of the same feathers.. are the same birds. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm drunk, I say…&lt;br /&gt;One Way-Hillsongs United. hala. Christian song 'to e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love life is inspired by the song…&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha, ito un e.. He wasn't- Avril Lavigne. aun un e!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is…&lt;br /&gt;Stop!- Spice girls. hahaha. wag na love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song will be playing when I meet the love of my life…&lt;br /&gt;huwat?! Thank you for loving me- Bon jovi. . anu daw? nagulat ako dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about me is…&lt;br /&gt;You are holy (Prince of Peace)- Hillsongs United.. Christian song again. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My theme song is...&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go my own way- Vanessa Ann Hudgens- ay hala, mga kanta ng mga pamangkin ko.[magsosolo ako?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I reached the top of Mount Everest, what I would scream is…&lt;br /&gt;Summer nights-Grease Soundtrack- wahahaha, onga naman, malamig dun e..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm in the shower, I sing…&lt;br /&gt;Stranger- Hilary Duff. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My message to the world has always been....&lt;br /&gt;Mas que nada- Sitti. Ay sosyal, ibang linggwahe pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever have kids?...&lt;br /&gt;Bagsakan- Parokya ni Edgar- anu? bagsakan ako ng bata? haha. taga-alaga ng mga pamangkin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in my wedding vows, I will include…&lt;br /&gt;Kahapon- Silent Sanctuary.. ayihiee.. haha anu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends see me as…&lt;br /&gt;Fergielicious- Fergie. Sana nga kasing sexy ko c Fergie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ultimate song for dancing is…&lt;br /&gt;Lipgloss-lil mama- haha. what you know bout me? haha.. hiphop pala ako e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I'm in front of a crowd, I'll say…&lt;br /&gt;Candy Man- Christina Aguilera. haha, anu ko? naghahanap ng lalake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birth was like…&lt;br /&gt;Miss kita pag tuesday- RJ eh wednesday ako pinanganak e. baka namiss na ako ng nanay ko nung tuesday. ha? anu? ang labo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of my life is…&lt;br /&gt;From the inside out- Hillsongs United. ay bagay siya in fairness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend is like…&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to you-Michelle Branch- ay hala.. wag ganun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind my back, my friends think I'm...&lt;br /&gt;1,2 step- Ciara. ang labo na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My deepest secret is…&lt;br /&gt;waaaaa.. anu? Falling- Keahiwai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My innermost desire is....&lt;br /&gt;Stickwitu- PCD awww.. oo naman, someone na didikitan ko. haha. ng glue? haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-1995546823387288587?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/1995546823387288587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=1995546823387288587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/1995546823387288587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/1995546823387288587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/09/maraming-pangyayari.html' title='Maraming pangyayari.'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-7444074719311430485</id><published>2007-09-27T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T16:46:45.100+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nanay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UST'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tatay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='library'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tuition fee'/><title type='text'>Kailangan kong sulitin ang aking Tuition fee</title><content type='html'>Grabe, natuklasan ko na ang nasa 2nd floor pala ng Health Science Library ay marami pang libro. at may computers, with internet! yey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, binabayaran ko 'to, kaya sulitin ko na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaso nakakaguilty nga naman, may reminders dito "Computers should be used for Academic and Research- related topics. DOWNLOADING, CHATTING, GAMES, FRIENDSTER, MULTIPLY AND PORNOGRAPHY ARE STRICTLY PROHIBITED."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero, kung iisipin natin, wala naman mali sa pagbblog ko, di naman nia sinabi yun. At di naman nacoconfine ang learning sa 4 corners ng classroom. May mga dapat ka rin matutunan sa sarili mo, intrapersonal relationship ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May feeling of satisfaction talaga pag nagagamit ko ang services ng UST. Feel ko kasi, sulit na sulit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kungwari, pag magaling ung prof, at marami naman ako natutunan. Masaya naman un. Kamahal ng tuition noh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa pa, pag nagagamit namin ang mga mannequin pag nagrereturn demo kami. Mahal nga daw un, 500,000 per isang mannequin. Parang pang downpayment na ng sasakyan, o di kaya pambili ng bahay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of return demo, pag nagdduty din kami. Lalo na pag marami kang procedures na natutunan. Sulit na sulit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimo nga ung na health service ako. Kahit namimilipit na ako sa sakit ng tiyan dulot ng dyspepsia, ay may feeling pa rin na "Yes! sulit naman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang huling halimbawa ay ung picture ko sa malaking UST. haha. Iba na rin un noh, pag pictorial session ang feeling pag nagpapic ka dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo nga pala, ung tungkol sa post ko before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ako natiis ng aking ama. Kinabukasan ng gabi, pagkatapos namin mag-away, ay pinansin agad ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay, akala niya matibay siya, Sinabihan pa ako "Sige ha, ginagalit mo ko ha.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siya din pala unang kikibo. Sabi pa niya sa akin. "Kumain ka na?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh ako. stubborn talaga. "Wag na po. Nalipasan na."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, e mahal ko naman un e kahit never kong sinabi sa kanya. Malaki lang talaga topak niya. Naiintindihan ko naman na matanda na talaga siya, kaya minsan ay mas bata pa siya sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero dumadating ung point na naiisip kong, pwde bang ako naman maging childish sa atin, mahirap maging mature e. Parang, ako naman pagbigyan mo maging childish. Ganun lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay oo nga pala, makikita ko na nanay ko. Yey!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-7444074719311430485?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/7444074719311430485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=7444074719311430485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/7444074719311430485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/7444074719311430485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/09/kailangan-kong-sulitin-ang-aking.html' title='Kailangan kong sulitin ang aking Tuition fee'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-5691622409993942734</id><published>2007-09-24T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T20:49:47.764+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tatay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buiset'/><title type='text'>Leche! Maganda na araw ko e.</title><content type='html'>Maganda na araw ko e. Mataas ako sa Ana-Phy. Natapos ko ung computer work ko kahit papaano. Di pa kami nagreport sa MP lec. Masaya sa RLE, kasi umalis kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero, leche talaga. Pagkauwi ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panira ng araw ang tatay ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala na kasi ako duty uniform bukas, so sinabi ko sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh usually naman kasi, siya dapat naglalaba nun, Kasi naman, siya nagpaurong nung naglalaba from Monday to Tuesday na lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dapat ngayon may uniform na ako. Pero hindi, Pina-urong nga niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sabi ko, Dadi, wala na ako uniform. Pwde palaba naman. Marami pa ako gagawin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ba naman, bakit daw ba ang dami ko daw sinabi na gagawin ko. bla blah. Maglaba daw ako mag-isa. [eh dati naman siya talaga naglalaba pag weekdays na kailangan namin.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang stupid niya promise. Nakakainis. Anu-anu pa sinasabi niya. porket ang dami-dami daw niya ginagawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take note, walang trabaho tatay ko. tambay sa bahay. maglilinis siya, kwarto lang niya, sala at kusina, ung tipong alam niyang tutuntungan lang niya na kwarto. Ung iba, wala na siya paki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang kapal talaga ng mukha. Grabe. sobrang inis ko talaga ngaun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, kanina pa, nagpasundo ako sa Pan de Manila, kasi gusto ko ng tinapay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ba naman nung bumili ako ng tinapay "Para san yan? Bakit ang dami?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa loob-loob ko e, kasi ung mga tinapay sa bahay, ung tipong kayo lang ang may gusto nun, di naman namin gusto ni ate un. Sarili niyo lang iniisip niyo pag nag ggrocery kau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leche talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babala. Iritable akong bata. Ito talaga nararamdaman ko ngayon. Kung aawayin mo ko dahil sa nararamdaman ko, wag na. Ako na bahala dun, nakakabuiset talaga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-5691622409993942734?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/5691622409993942734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=5691622409993942734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/5691622409993942734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/5691622409993942734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/09/leche-maganda-na-araw-ko-e.html' title='Leche! Maganda na araw ko e.'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-6924071375095863753</id><published>2007-09-21T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T21:09:12.027+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lagnat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sakit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attention'/><title type='text'>Mahirap naman ang lagay ko.</title><content type='html'>Nahihirapan na talaga ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailan kaya matatapos itong sakit na nadarama ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gagawa pa ako report e, istorbo siya sa pag-aaral ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onga pala, pag nagbabasa ka. Iclick mo naman messages, kahit hi lang. Para mafeel ko naman na may nagbabasa. haha. Craving for attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woooohooo! bye-bye! groggy na naman, 9 pa lang, matutulog na ako.. Paalam! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-6924071375095863753?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/6924071375095863753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=6924071375095863753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/6924071375095863753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/6924071375095863753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/09/mahirap-naman-ang-lagay-ko.html' title='Mahirap naman ang lagay ko.'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-108015619568937748</id><published>2007-09-20T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T22:21:16.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naintindihan ko yun!</title><content type='html'>Ang groggy ko na talaga ngayon. Ikaw ba naman ay uminom ng dalawang decongestant ngaung araw, pero bawal ka matulog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haay, isang malaking problema un. Sabi ko nga eh may sakit pa rin ako. Akala ko nilubayan na ako ni lagnat kahapon. Pagkagising ko eh binati din niya ako ng Good morning at 38C. Masaya 'to. Eh magaling ako, nagbiogesic na lang ako. Nawala na talaga siyaaa.. YEY me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaso, may pinakilala siyang kaibigan na ayaw din ako lubayan. Siya ay si ubo. Un pala, best friends talaga c sipon at ubo. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagasgas ang laluman ko buong araw sa aking pag-ubo at nanuyot ang aking nostrils sa sobrang pagsinga ng sipon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan ang nangyare buong araw. Eh ako, syempre bunso, nagtxt ako sa nanay ko, nagsumbong ako tungkol sa sakit na nararamdaman ko. Nagsumbong na din ako sa panganay kong ate, baka alam niya gagawin ko, doktora na e. Biglang tumawag ang ate ko bago sa akin. Pinapunta ako sa hospital sa may amin. Dun kasi siya nagttrabaho. Magpa-check up na daw ako sa asawa ng pinsan namin. [Doctor silang pareho.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkadating ko eh dumiretso ako sa lab nila na sobrang lamig! At dun ako pumasok, sabi niya, &lt;strong&gt;"Iwan mo gamit mo dyan saglit. Upo ka dito"&lt;/strong&gt; Hala naman, nppraning na ako, maya karayom, ate ko kukuha ng dugo ko. hala yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ilagay mo braso mo dito."&lt;/strong&gt; Oh no, this is it. Omg ate, pls don't stay mad at me pag nagagambala kita baka ung galit mo e.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, memorable part ng gabi ko un, Kinuhanan ako ng dugo ni ate. wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatakot pa umakyat sa 4th floor kanina, ako lang mag-isa sa elevetor, naalala ko ang &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Eye. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ay, scary talaga, kala nio lang,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagpacheck up ako ke ate joy. Andun kasi ung pinsan ko na asawa niya. Niloko pa ako na "Aybaka, namiss ka ng old friend mo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang tinutukoy niya ay ang dengue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa isip-isip ko e. Wag naman na, nakalimutan ko na friendship namin, wag na irekindle. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then nung nireresetahan ako ng gamot, aba, may mga physician's sample pa. Para ata sa kanila un, pero binigay na lang nila sa akin. Yey! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masaya pala din pag marami ka kilala sa pamilya mo na scienceinclined mdalas knkuha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayabang na ang mayabang. Pero nung pumasok ako sa guard, di ako sinita. Parang VIP ang dating ko. haha. joke lang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-108015619568937748?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/108015619568937748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=108015619568937748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/108015619568937748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/108015619568937748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/09/naintindihan-ko-yun.html' title='Naintindihan ko yun!'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-2787729704152266872</id><published>2007-09-19T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T20:39:59.232+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lagnat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hilo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sakit'/><title type='text'>Bawal Magkasakit.</title><content type='html'>Mahirap talaga magkasakit, lalung-lalo na kung matapat na marami kang kailangan gawin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko naman inaasahan na magkakasakit ako kahapon. Hindi naman ako naulanan. Hindi naman ako nakagat ng lamok recently. Wala naman sigurong infected ng Shigella nung nagswimming kami sa Kawit, at malamang namatay na ung causative agent nun, sa tapang ng chlorine sa swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bakit ako nagkasakit? Sa kadahilanan lang ba na kinausap ko ang ate kong may sipon nung isang gabi? Oh, c'mon. Ang weak ko naman. Kahit di naman ako nagvivitamin C araw-araw, sipon lang dapat makukuha, eh bakit pati lagnat? Ang tapang talaga ng virus ni ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung umaga pa lang talaga kahapon, eh nahihilo na ako, feel ko tutumba na ako. Ayaw ko naman matumba bigla. Wala naman akong ganun ka-strong na kaklase na tutulong sa akin. Ay, sa chubby kong 'to, baka pati sila magkalagnat pag binuhat ako. Haha. Eh aun nga, medyo iritable na ako, kasi di na maganda ang aking pakiramdam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung duty namin, sa may library lang kami. May pinapasulat lang naman sa amin. Dun na nagsimula lumala ang aking karamdaman. Ang saklap talaga. Eh masochist pa ako, mahahaba pa mga sinusulat ko. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naluluha na nga lang ako habang nagsusulat, gusto ko na kasi talagang magpasundo. Pero, dahil coding ang sasakyan namin kahapon, imposible akong masundo ng maaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bago ako umalis ng school, eh 38.7 na ang aking lagnat. Omigulay, anu nangyayare sa akin? Nahihilo na talaga ako. Nakatulog pa ako sa fx, salamat na lang, malayo pa babaan ko. Kaya di ako lumagpas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito pa masaklap, pasakay na kasi ako ng shuttle. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ay, nauntog pa talaga ako&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Ang galing ko talaga, di ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya pagkaupo ko, lalo akong nabad trip. Bakit sa akin pa nangyare ito? Naiiyak na talaga ako. Nasusuka pa ako. Natanung ko na lang sa sarili ko: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Natutulog ba ang Diyos?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Sabaw. Pero, di talaga masaya magkasakit. Pagkauwi ko, eh agad na ako nagpahinga. Di ko na inisip ang kinabukasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muntik ko pang gawan ng NCP ang sarili ko. Ginawa ko na lang ay &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nag-vital signs. every 15 mins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pa, para toxic ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagising ako ng bandang 10pm. Sobrang init ko na talaga. Eh magaling ako, nagbuhos ako ng malamig na tubig. Wow. Ang lamig. Parang hindi nursing student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effective ba kamo? Ah... Ayun, di ako nakapasok ng Ana-Phy at Computer kaninang umaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Binalak ko naman pumasok e. Kaso nung mga 1.45, nagising ako. Hindi ako makatulog. Sobrang sakit ng panga ko. Ang weird nu? Ito talaga, di na ako naluluha. &lt;strong&gt;Umiyak na talaga ako&lt;/strong&gt;. Nadagdagan na naman kasi ang signs and symptoms ko e. Fever, Nausea, Headache, Panga-ache? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero, i-congrats niyo naman ako. Mas inuuna ko talaga ang pag-aaral. Kahit hilo-hilo pa ako, at kahit di pa ako nag-aaral todo. Pinilit ko pa rin mag quiz sa CHN. Mabuti ng mababa sa quiz, wag lang 0, di ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngaun, medyo okay naman na ako. Wala na ang lagnat. Medyo nahihilo pa. Pero may magagawa ba ako? Eh may post test na sa MP lab na naman. haaay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-2787729704152266872?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/2787729704152266872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=2787729704152266872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/2787729704152266872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/2787729704152266872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/09/bawal-magkasakit.html' title='Bawal Magkasakit.'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-5933088069060125109</id><published>2007-09-13T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T22:19:10.113+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ana-phy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neighbor'/><title type='text'>Ang Pahamak na Joke</title><content type='html'>Sobrang mapaglaro pala talaga ang tadhana ano?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahapon pa talaga nangyare 'to, kaso, I was too sleepy to blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocking news talaga 'to. Di ko naman inaasahan na totoo pala talaga ang kantang "It's a small world after all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May nadiskubre na naman kasi ako. Masaya pa naman ako na di ako late sa Ana-Phy, kasi wala pa ung prof namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung nagdidiscuss, medyo nakakasunod naman ako. Then, nagkwento ang aming prof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ko na ikkwento dito ung kwento niya, di naman niya blog 'to e. Basta ang importante lang sa kwento niya ay, nabanggit niya kung paano siya umuuwi, which is, sakay lrt, baba edsa, jeep dn tricycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam ko naman na dati na taga-Parañaque siya. Nakwento din kasi niya sa amin dati. [Ang dami din niyang kwento pala nu? Gumawa dn kaya siya ng blog nu?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naisip ko lang bigla na, pareho pala kami magcommute minsan. At nasabi ko na lang sa katabi kong c Madel "Hahaha, pareho kami ng way, baka, mamaya kapitbahay ko pa lang yan c Ma'am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun na nga. Nung natapos ang discussion niya ay pinagbreak niya kami. Sa kadahilanan nga na ako ay madaldal, chinika ko c Ma'am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ako:&lt;/span&gt; Ma'am, anu po ba sinasakyan niyo papuntang UST? Taga-Parañaque din po kasi ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ma'am:&lt;/span&gt; Nagjjeep ako dun sa may Caltex, para maaga. Ah, taga-san ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ako:&lt;/span&gt; Ay, basta po sa better living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ma'am:&lt;/span&gt; Ah, ako kasi taga Aeropark ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ako:&lt;/span&gt; ..... ...... ..... Ha? taga dun din po ako e.. [naiisip ko sa mga oras na 2 ay, "wth?!"]&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ma'am:&lt;/span&gt; Oh? sang street ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ako:&lt;/span&gt; Sa may Vanguard po.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ma'am:&lt;/span&gt; Ah, san dun? Di na kasi ako nagagawi dun, eh sa Main lang kasi ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ako:&lt;/span&gt; [masyado na akong shock, eh di ko na alam panu iexplain kung san ako nakatira], malapit po dun sa tindahan nila espiritu po. [Sabay tiningnan niya ang aking nameplate]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ma'am:&lt;/span&gt; Ah, malapit kau ke Regalado? [Ang pamilya Regalado, ay sobrang yaman. kaya kilalang-kilala sa amin.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ako:&lt;/span&gt; Opo, tapat po namin sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ma'am:&lt;/span&gt; Kapatid ko si Gina, diba kilala mo yun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ako:&lt;/span&gt; HA? Dentista ko po un e.. Pero kay Dra. Mopet na po ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ma'am:&lt;/span&gt; Ah, dahil sa braces mo? Musta n nga pala mama mo? Nung mga bata kayo, di kayo masyado naglalalabas nu? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Ay, Nakakashock inde ba? At first, she was just your teacher, the next moment, she is your neighbor/your dentist's sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang freaky diba? Tinext ko pa nga nanay ko. At nasabi lang niya. Ah, cge, di ka na niya babagsak. Naging user pa talaga e nu. Kinwento ko pa sa ate ko. Pinagtawanan pa ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May nakausap ako, sabi niya, it's fate. Haha. Malalim ang kanyang interpretasyon. Nahirit ko din na lahat ng pangyayare ay may purpose, that there is no such thing as coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon alam ko na purpose ng shocking revelation na ito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KASI NAMAN! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;LAGI AKONG LATE SA ANA-PHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, 1st Subject kasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;MAHIYA NAMAN AKO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, kapitbahay ko lang ung prof, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SIYA MAAGA, PERO AKO LATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagjoke pa kasi ako e..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-5933088069060125109?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/5933088069060125109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=5933088069060125109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/5933088069060125109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/5933088069060125109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/09/ang-pahamak-na-joke.html' title='Ang Pahamak na Joke'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-8563005520471667504</id><published>2007-09-11T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T20:42:51.061+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frenulum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sabaw'/><title type='text'>Di ko pa pala kilala ang sarili ko.</title><content type='html'>Alam niyo ba ung feeling na kala mo kilala mo na ang isang tao, un pala, eh nagkakamali ka? Dahil magugulat ka na lang pag may bago kang natuklasan tungkol sa kanya. Nakakashock un dba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalo naman siguro kung un ay ang sarili mo. Iniisip ko kasi dati, kahit papaano naman ay kilala ko ang sarili ko. Well, at least alam kong babae ako. At kahit papaano naman ay alam ko ang pag-uugali ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lahat nun ay nagbago ngaung araw na ito. Lahat ay okay pa nung pagkagising ko, kahit late na ako e, sige, masaya pa naman. Kahit 30 mins na akong late sa Ana-Phy ay pinilit ko pa talagang pumasok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung nag English na kami, dun na naguho ang lahat. Eh kasi naman speech ang pinag-usapan. Una ay masaya pa, dahil todo cheer kami ke Madelyn sa tongue twister. Nagsimula na kami sa correct pronounciation ng vowels. Eh napag-usapan ang tongue, bigla na lang may isa akong kaklase na humirit na wala daw lingual frenulum ang isa pa naming kaklase. Aba, natawa naman ako. Kasi parang kakaiba nga naman un.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigla naisipan kong patingnan ke Lou ung frenulum ko at ito ang kanyan nasabi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ay Vianney!! Wala ka rin palang Frenulum!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUwaaaaat?! Wala pala akong frenulum?! di ko man lang alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been living a lie. Akala ko talaga dati pa eh may frenulum naman ako. Kasi inaassume ko na imposibleng walang ganun ang tao. Agad akong nanghiram ng salamin para malaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala nga ako makita. Sa nagtataka, ang lingual frenulum ay isang thin fold of tissue which serves as anterior attachment to the floor of the mouth. Ay basta, itaas nio dila nio, dn may attachment dun, aun na un. unless! na wala rn kaung frenulum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, nadiscover ko un, waLa pala ako frenulum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero nung bandang afternoon, tiningnan ulit namin, meron naman daw. sobrang ikli lang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, wala lang, isang sabaw na post. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-8563005520471667504?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/8563005520471667504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=8563005520471667504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/8563005520471667504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/8563005520471667504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/09/di-ko-pa-pala-kilala-ang-sarili-ko.html' title='Di ko pa pala kilala ang sarili ko.'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-1680338700868791229</id><published>2007-09-10T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T21:13:39.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ugly Betty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corny'/><title type='text'>Si Ugly Betty</title><content type='html'>May nabasa akong critic na nagcomment sa palabas na Ugly Betty. Kaso, nakalimutan ko na ung link at sino ung nagsabi, basta alam ko nabasa ko un. Ganito ang point ng sinabi niya... Maganda ang Ugly Betty, kasi di tulad ng ibang shows na nagpapakita ng may isang naiiba, imbis na si ugly betty ang magbago para mag fit in sa glamorous workplace nia e, siya ang nagpabago sa mga tao. Hinde sa physical ah, sa ugali ba, parang nagkaroon naman ng puso. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ko binanggit ito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. joke lang. Ay kasi, ilan-ilan na ang nagsasabi sa akin na ang corny ko daw. Sabi nga ng mga kabarkada ko nung High School e, ako daw ang #1 sa list ng nga corny. haha. Eh nasanay naman ako na ganun nila ako inaasar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngaung college, sabi ng kaibigan kong c luningning, Sa totoo lang daw, nakokornihan siya sa akin, kaya di niya ako kinakausap dati. Pero, di nagtagal, eh nagshare na din siya sa akin. Di naman daw pala ako corny, or di niya alam kung naging corny na siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medyo nagulat naman ako dun. Kasi, napraning ako na baka naiinis na pala ang mga tao sa akin, at mamaya iniisip nila na ang pagiging corny ko ay epal na. Naisip ko din na baka may napipikon na sa aking mga hirit na ako nga lang madalas nakakagets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matagal ko siya pinag-isipan talaga. Eh kasi, di niyo po natatanung ay People-pleaser akong bata. As in. Natatakot ako sa feeling na ayaw sa akin ng mga tao, kahit nag-iisa lang ung taong un. Anyway, balik sa topic, aun, pinag-isipan ko talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh naalala ko si Ugly Betty. Corny nga talaga ako. At mas maganda ata isipin na dahil sa akin, eh naging slightly corny na rin sila. Wala naman kasi masama sa pagiging corny. Masaya naman siya. Kahit mababaw ang kaligayahan mo, at least, madali kang mapatawa. Kasi naman sa pagtawa, di na iniisip kung anu ang nakakatawa. Eh basta ka na lang tatawa, kahit alam mong corny siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya sana nakikita niyo rin ang kaligayahan sa mga simpleng bagay. Ang mga nakakatuwa sa mga corny na banat. Eh, wag kayo mag-alala, nag-iimprove naman ako. Pero, tanggap ko naman na corny talaga ako. Di na un maalis. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, kasi si Betty e.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-1680338700868791229?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/1680338700868791229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=1680338700868791229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/1680338700868791229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/1680338700868791229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/09/si-ugly-betty.html' title='Si Ugly Betty'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-4957127963429911021</id><published>2007-09-10T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T09:42:41.705+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computer Lab'/><title type='text'>computer lab</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;haha. wala lang. andito kasi ako sa comp lab. hehe, para lang masabi na gumawa ako ng post dito. hehe. Actually, may pinapagawa sa amin, eh mamaya na un. Basta sa Excel kasi.&lt;br /&gt;Di nga ako nakinig e. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay inaantok pa ako. Haaaayy. Bbye na! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-4957127963429911021?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/4957127963429911021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=4957127963429911021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/4957127963429911021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/4957127963429911021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/09/computer-lab.html' title='computer lab'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31688746.post-5134893754487403435</id><published>2007-09-09T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T15:11:07.000+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scandal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ktv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karaoke'/><title type='text'>si shamu, ang moody na whale.</title><content type='html'>Nakakaliw naman ang araw na 2. Kasi, may pasok kami, may seminar sa LTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH tinuruan nila kami magturo. haha. Ang kulit nga ng discussion e. As usual muntik na naman ako malate. haay. gnun tLga ang buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napag-usapan pa nga c Shamu. Kilala nio ba xa? xa ang moody na whale. Haha. Kasi dw, minsan pag nagtatantrums xa, ay pnapabayaan nLg xa ng kanyang mga instructors na manahimik. haha. Dapat daw, ganun kami pag nagtuturo, maging patient. Eh naisip ko bigla, ay balyena pala tuturuan ko. hahaha. Ang korny ko na naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dapat pagkatapos ng seminar, aalis kami nila bart, lou at berj na iniisyu nila sa akin. eh di nga kami nagkikita. Nagfefeeling kasi c bart at lou na cupid cla. Feel nila magsuot ng diapers at tumira sa ulap. Eh di kasi sumama c ivan, nagkaayawan n tuloy. Ung dalawang cupid na lang ung nagdate. Ang landi. haha, joke lang. Ay berj, kung nababasa mo man 'to, sayang, may joke pa naman ako sa'yo. hahahaha. sa figaro nLng!! haha, joke lang. Di ako naghahanap ng kaligayahan. hahaha. weird nun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, lumakad kami ni cj. Dapat food trip kami, kaso nagkayayaan na mag videoke. Ay grabe, nahihiya ako sa sarili ko. Unang score ko nmn kasi 96, nadaan kasi sa interlude. Kinanta ko ay Bizarre Love Triangle. Haha. Di k naman alam ung lyrics tlga. eh Bsta, ang gulo tuloy ng pagkanta ko. haha. Then sinabotahe ko c cj, kasi nung kumanta xa ng I Turn to You, pinakita ko sa kanya c MARGARINA. hahaha. di tuloy xa nakakanta nung 1st verse kasi tawa xa ng tawa. bwahahaha, at 93 lang xa.. muahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunod na kinanta ko ay So kiss me by Sixpence none the richer. Feeling ko e sa Quantum pinag-aralan ni Alyssa Alano ang kantang ito, kasi ba naman, mali mali ang lyrics!!! For example,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;So kiss me, &lt;strong&gt;beneat&lt;/strong&gt; the milky twilight, &lt;strong&gt;lead me alone&lt;/strong&gt; moonlit floor, Lift your open hand, strike the band and &lt;strong&gt;make the stoplight dance&lt;/strong&gt; silver moon sparkling. so kiss me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;ay natawa nLng ako.  haha. di tuloy ako makakanta. Basta, marami pa iyun,, Nakakaloko tlga. nagin 93 lang tuloy ako. EH masaya ung kinanta ni cj na Stop ng Spice Girls. haha. kaaliw gawan ng steps. Parang bata lang ulit ako. haha. yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh xempre, finale naman ang Quit Playing games with my heart. Hahaha. Ay, cnu ba naglalaro? hahaha. eh xmpre. Hahaha. Aun,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OO nga pala. Pag may nakita kayong video ng 2 nursing student na nagsasayaw sa loob ng KTV sa quantum, kami un. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero seryoso, may video talaga! SCANDAL!!! hahaha =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31688746-5134893754487403435?l=pikcles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/feeds/5134893754487403435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31688746&amp;postID=5134893754487403435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/5134893754487403435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31688746/posts/default/5134893754487403435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pikcles.blogspot.com/2007/09/si-shamu-ang-moody-na-whale.html' title='si shamu, ang moody na whale.'/><author><name>vian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543701724781998482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9YSYCqz_39Q/SBoAQqaoA7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6SyTwgkyDzE/S220/peektures+319.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
