<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339564</id><updated>2011-12-01T01:30:34.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Official Emily Rose Fan Club</title><subtitle type='html'>Ang mundo ko, bilang isang nakawalak...bilang si Emily sa entablado...bilang si Francesca sa tunay na buhay...kasama ang aking mga kakosa...dala-dala ang mga panag-inip...umiibig sa pag-arte, sa musika, sa pagsulat, sa pagbasa, sa agham ng buhay...ahhhhh...isang komedyante sa labas...na may naglalagablab na puso...umaagos ang dugo...sa kung ano-anong ugat...ng kalawakan. ano daw?! ah, ewan!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nakawalak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279922144253823822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339564.post-115217460102293856</id><published>2006-07-06T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T16:32:38.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>third year</title><content type='html'>It's been about a month since I last posted something here and I have to admit that it would take more than a month for me to explain what has been going on. And I guess I have always tried to explain everything here every time I post, but now, I don't think I would. I'll write whatever comes to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch. A black ant just bit me. Seriously, I have no idea how a black ant made its way to my wrist. Anyway, its gone now so it doesn't matter and there are a lot more painful things than bites from black ants like the time passing by so quickly. You're enjoying life so much that, man, it's all over before you know it. And you only realize that something's gone when it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's not the most painful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, what hurts the most is that while you've just realized that "Whoa, time flies quickly these days...", time is still moving and there's no time to lose to think about what had happened. No time to think life over and to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you don't exactly move on because you keep thinking about what happened and you don't want it to be over anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you're confused.&lt;br /&gt;And you have no idea what to do next.&lt;br /&gt;And you're stranded in the middle of a grayish blur, between white and black, between past and present and future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, this is complicated, and I will stop trying to explain the reason why my post is so...so...what's the word for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimental?&lt;br /&gt;Depressing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up Cesca, and move on with life. There are a lot of good things in store for you out there, and you're the only one who can discover it. If you'de just move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really like to replace my blog now because the "Emily-gothic" theme is getting kinda weary but I've got no time to do so. I would think it a waste of time to be making a layout for this blog (because I want my new blog to be made by me.) especially when there are a lot more important things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, third year. During the first few weeks I felt lost in all the swirling masses of new faces and old ones. But one afternoon, I was walking with Januel from the staffroom, and suddenly I felt that I was right back home. And I have no idea how that happened. And at that moment I thought that I was going to enjoy junior year the same as I loved second year. Erase the fact that third year is usually synonymous to hell year, I think I like it very much, thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything's the same as it has always been, only difference is, people got a little bit more gc and serious. Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, a lot of things have changed but sometimes, whether it's good or bad, you just have to learn to live with it. I, for instance, have gotten a bit more kikay and well, I must say that a part of me looks at the world differently compared to how I viewed it before but I can't explain that part so oh well. Let others figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are some very random thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love world history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love English lit though I must admit that the Beowulf reporting has taken too much time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love studying Chemistry but I prefer if I study alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journalism is still my elective and I think it is safe to say that it will always be, though I almost changed my mind and switched to Speech and Drama. But I realized that I can live a whole year without acting but I can't live a week without writing something so I stayed in journ, and anyway, Journ's much more challenging and exciting than Speech and Drama. That's just my opinion though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics is boring and I think it will always be and I've always wondered why it has been classified as a Science subject not as a Math one when it's full of Math anyway. And I think studying functions is much more interesting than studying vectors. I cannot believe I'm studying this subject. Oh. Let me rephrase that. I cannot believe that I'm actually forcing myself to study Physics. It's too soporific to even be classified as "bearable".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Statistics. Another Math subject that I think is only studied for research and the sake of research only, which I wouldn't be doing after I graduate anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Research. Which I am anticipating because of the off-campus trips and well, it's more worth studying than Physics. Even if I'm not going to end up as a researcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAPEH. Ms. Hermano is good, but I've always underappreciated the importance of the subject except perhaps, Art, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipino...should have been wonderful, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last subject should have been vacant but it became Math which is better than Physics but is Math nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. That would be all for now. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339564-115217460102293856?l=nakawalak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/feeds/115217460102293856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339564&amp;postID=115217460102293856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/115217460102293856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/115217460102293856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/2006/07/third-year.html' title='third year'/><author><name>nakawalak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279922144253823822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339564.post-115053137320683633</id><published>2006-06-17T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T16:02:53.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tinatamad ako mag-post</title><content type='html'>pasukan na.&lt;br /&gt;at marami&lt;br /&gt;dapat akong&lt;br /&gt;i-shashare&lt;br /&gt;na kwento sa&lt;br /&gt;inyo kayalang&lt;br /&gt;tinatamad&lt;br /&gt;akong mag-post&lt;br /&gt;kaya di muna&lt;br /&gt;ako magkwkwento&lt;br /&gt;pero okay&lt;br /&gt;naman ang&lt;br /&gt;pasukan. medyo&lt;br /&gt;nakakalungkot&lt;br /&gt;nga lang dahil&lt;br /&gt;may summer&lt;br /&gt;hangover pa ako&lt;br /&gt;at miss ko na&lt;br /&gt;ang second year&lt;br /&gt;at medyo&lt;br /&gt;dinudugo lang&lt;br /&gt;naman ako&lt;br /&gt;sa mga subjects&lt;br /&gt;tulad ng&lt;br /&gt;physics&lt;br /&gt;chemistry&lt;br /&gt;statistics&lt;br /&gt;research&lt;br /&gt;at syempre&lt;br /&gt;trigonometry...&lt;br /&gt;mag-aaral na&lt;br /&gt;talaga ako ngayon,&lt;br /&gt;no choice eh...&lt;br /&gt;yun lang naman.&lt;br /&gt;sige na...&lt;br /&gt;next time ko&lt;br /&gt;na lang kwkwento&lt;br /&gt;ang nangyari&lt;br /&gt;at nangyayari&lt;br /&gt;sa kisay...&lt;br /&gt;bbye.&lt;br /&gt;^_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. buhay pa naman ako.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339564-115053137320683633?l=nakawalak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/feeds/115053137320683633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339564&amp;postID=115053137320683633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/115053137320683633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/115053137320683633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/2006/06/tinatamad-ako-mag-post.html' title='tinatamad ako mag-post'/><author><name>nakawalak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279922144253823822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339564.post-114941440061399724</id><published>2006-06-04T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T17:46:40.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pasukan na bukas.</title><content type='html'>at...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. nalinis ko na ang desk ko at lahat-lahat.&lt;br /&gt;2. i'm in the process of downloading the last back-to-school songs for my iPod.&lt;br /&gt;3. nabili ko na lahat ng kailangan kong food sa grocery kanina.&lt;br /&gt;4. nabusog ako kanina kasi di pa kumain ng breakfast at sa sm supermarket kami lumamon ni ate judith at louise.&lt;br /&gt;5. baka hindi na ako mag-dinner.&lt;br /&gt;6. nakabili na ako ng matinong medyas.&lt;br /&gt;7. nakabili na ako ng for-all-subjects notebook.&lt;br /&gt;8. alam ko na ang dadalin kong bag bukas.&lt;br /&gt;9. aayusin ko na ang bag ko mamayang alas-siyete.&lt;br /&gt;10. excited na ako na naiinis na nalilito na...ah...bahala na.&lt;br /&gt;11. kitakits sa lahat ng mga scientians bukas lalong-lalo na sa mga classmates ko at busmates.&lt;br /&gt;12. goodluck sa lahat, lalo na sa juniors na...err...juniors na at sa seniors na malapit ng mag-take ng kung ano-anong college entrance exams. goodluck!&lt;br /&gt;13. bye?&lt;br /&gt;14. tama, bye na.&lt;br /&gt;15. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339564-114941440061399724?l=nakawalak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/feeds/114941440061399724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339564&amp;postID=114941440061399724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/114941440061399724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/114941440061399724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/2006/06/pasukan-na-bukas.html' title='pasukan na bukas.'/><author><name>nakawalak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279922144253823822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339564.post-114922741944078262</id><published>2006-06-02T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T13:50:19.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the must-do and must-have post (aka the back-to-school post)</title><content type='html'>Summer will be officially over in three days. This is another english post I guess, but no matter. My thoughts are in english today. I shoul've posted this three hours ago but we ran out of internet card. So, I texted Ma and asked for another username/password and I went upstairs to read this new book we bought on Ma's birthday (Feeling Sorry For Celia). Fifteen minutes later, I stopped reading and I fell asleep and it must be because I was in bed and the airconditioner was turned on (a perfect place to fall asleep).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottomline is, I only received the text two hours later when I woke up and since it was lunch time, I had to eat first (and watch anime).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past two days had been a blast. Two days ago was Ma's birthday and yesterday was Louise's orientation on her day-care and me, Aya, and Joana's gimmick at Galle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago, we went two the Hyatt hotel in Manila for lunch (Me, Pa, and Ma)  then Ma and me went to Greenbelt-Glorietta. Pa was going to watch Sitti (watch her on MTV, I've seen her videos there.) with us later that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, we watched a movie (Failure to Launch, it was nice.) and had a foot massage at Piandre, (and bought a book) then we went to the bar (minors weren't allowed but I guess I didn't look like one) and watched Sitti (she was ok, but she's not really my type of music). But before that, Ma and I talked and it was kind of the first time that we really talked and I mean, really really talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, after Louise's orientation, I went to Galle and Joana and Aya and I watched a flick (X-Men: The Last Stand), went to different shops and drank at Starbucks. We are planning to have a movie marathon sometime and an all-shoppong day too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was just a peek into what happened. Much more has happened during the past two days if feelings and such are involved. But anyway, this is officially my back-to-school post so why don't I type all the back-to-school stuff here now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must-do's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. clean and organize all my stuff&lt;br /&gt;2. buy school things&lt;br /&gt;3. organize my pc files&lt;br /&gt;4. download all the pics in Multiply.&lt;br /&gt;5. write articles&lt;br /&gt;6. fix my cds&lt;br /&gt;7. clean my iPod (both in and out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must-have's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a shirt or two from Lolita.&lt;br /&gt;2. brand-new socks&lt;br /&gt;3. shoes from Hush Puppies&lt;br /&gt;4. pins&lt;br /&gt;5. school stuff&lt;br /&gt;6. dvds&lt;br /&gt;7. Pride and Prejudice mini tv series starring Colin Firth and Jennifer Ehle&lt;br /&gt;8. Witch Hunter Robin!&lt;br /&gt;9. a laptop&lt;br /&gt;10. him. no. I'm kidding. I'm not thinking right again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, that's all for now. might post something later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339564-114922741944078262?l=nakawalak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/feeds/114922741944078262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339564&amp;postID=114922741944078262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/114922741944078262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/114922741944078262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/2006/06/must-do-and-must-have-post-aka-back-to.html' title='the must-do and must-have post (aka the back-to-school post)'/><author><name>nakawalak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279922144253823822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339564.post-114904413061538603</id><published>2006-05-31T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T10:55:30.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day of may...and ma's birthday</title><content type='html'>so, I'm just updating with the latest...although I still can't breathe whenever---Ok. I'll shut up about that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday ni ma! Pero that also means aalis na kami mamaya-maya, actually hinihintay ko na lang sya bumaba kasi nauna akong maligo sa kanya...so anyway, I'll enumerate this...not in any order...just random thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I've done a bit of growing up this summer.&lt;br /&gt;2. For the first time since I was about 10 (I'm 15 going on 16 this November), I gave ma a birthday present: a compilation of her favorite songs. I also gave ma and pa roses last February 14.&lt;br /&gt;3. I am going to experiment more stuff in photoshop. I made the cover of the cd there. Sayang, wala na kaming colored ink.&lt;br /&gt;4. I have updated my iPod mini and from 500+ songs it dwindled to 329...I removed all the songs I don't like...and added a few others that I love.&lt;br /&gt;5. I REALLY am going to focus more this school year.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm a bit nervous about junior year.&lt;br /&gt;7. Everybody's changed a bit.&lt;br /&gt;8. Teofilo has a girlfriend. I'm happy for you, Teops. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;9. I had my haircut last Sunday. I still have bangs but I think I look totally different. I should probably update me long-hair avatar in Yahoo! Messenger.&lt;br /&gt;10. Avril commented that I looked like a doll when we had our journ meeting last monday. I have no idea if she was complimenting me or not.&lt;br /&gt;11. Since May 17 I have been an active Teentalker (I've been a member since December 2005 and that was like the third time I joined.)...I have 100+ posts now and have posted five stories in Creative Corner. If you want to read it...err...go there. I'm too lazy today to get the links.&lt;br /&gt;12. I have to fix my things soon. Though I've practiced cleaning the master's bedroom already. But I'm still too lazy to prepare for school.&lt;br /&gt;13. I need new stuff.&lt;br /&gt;14. I think I have to go now.&lt;br /&gt;15. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339564-114904413061538603?l=nakawalak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/feeds/114904413061538603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339564&amp;postID=114904413061538603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/114904413061538603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/114904413061538603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/2006/05/last-day-of-mayand-mas-birthday.html' title='last day of may...and ma&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>nakawalak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279922144253823822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339564.post-114855092854077744</id><published>2006-05-25T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T18:00:18.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>query</title><content type='html'>wahahaha! and the quizzes begin: &lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/"&gt;www.blogthings.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Band Name is:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pieces of Androids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's your power color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Your Power Color Is Indigo&lt;br /&gt;At Your Highest: You are on a fast track to success - and others believe in you. At Your Lowest: You require a lot of attention and praise. In Love: You see people as how you want them to be, not as how they are. How You're Attractive: You're dramatic flair makes others see you as mysterious and romantic. Your Eternal Question: "Does This Work Into My Future Plans?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What type of writer should you be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You Should Be a Romance Novelist&lt;br /&gt;You see the world as it should be, and this goes double for all matters of the heart.You can find the romance in any situation, and you would make a talented romance story writer...And while you may be a traditional romantic, you're just as likely to be drawn to quirky or dark love stories.As long as it deals with infatuation, heartbreak, and soulmates - you could write it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What color heart do you have?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Heart Is Blue&lt;br /&gt;Love is a doing word for you. You know it's love when you treat each other well.You are a giving lover, but you don't give too much. You expect something in return. Your flirting style: Friendly Your lucky first date: Lunch at an outdoor cafe Your dream lover: Is both generous and selfish What you bring to relationships: Loyalty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What color should your eyes be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Eyes Should Be Violet&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes reflect: Mystery and allure What's hidden behind your eyes: A quiet passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do people think of your face?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Your Face Says&lt;br /&gt;At first glance, people see you as warm and well-balanced. Overall, your true self is reserved and logical. With friends, you seem dramatic, lively, and quick to react. In love, you seem mysterious and interesting. In stressful situations, you seem cheerful and optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Does Your Birth Month Mean?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Birth Month is November&lt;br /&gt;Tolerant and inspirational, you are wise beyond your years.You are universally sympathetic and a great humanitarian. Your soul reflects: Compassion, friendship, and secret love Your gemstone: Citrine Your flower: Chrysanthemum Your colors: Dark blue, red, and yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your ideal career?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Career Type: Artistic&lt;br /&gt;You are expressive, original, and independent.Your talents lie in your artistic abilities: creative writing, drama, crafts, music, or art. You would make an excellent: Actor - Art Teacher - Book Editor Clothes Designer - Comedian - Composer Dancer - DJ - Graphic DesignerIllustrator - Musician - Sculptor The worst career options for your are conventional careers, like bank teller or secretary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yan na muna for now. ahehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339564-114855092854077744?l=nakawalak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/feeds/114855092854077744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339564&amp;postID=114855092854077744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/114855092854077744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/114855092854077744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/2006/05/query.html' title='query'/><author><name>nakawalak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279922144253823822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339564.post-114816969127252074</id><published>2006-05-21T07:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T08:01:31.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anak ng tinapay!</title><content type='html'>waaaaah! grabe talaga! pasaway kasi na braces toh'. kapag di ko raw pinatangal ung wisdom tooth (yung ngipin sa dulo na tumutubo in your late teens---pera anak ng tinapay! 15 pa lang ako, at ang aga tumubo! hmph!), masisira daw yung improvement sa braces ko. so uulit ako uli. sayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, nanginginig talaga ako kahapon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reenactment (wahahahahaha!):&lt;br /&gt;setting: isang dentist clinic sa may don antonio drive, katapat ng ever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dr. ong: o, ikaw na.&lt;br /&gt;ako: (sa isip ko) oh my goodness! lugaw lang ang kakainin ko mamaya!!! noooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(may isang assistant na pina-upo ako doon sa dentist chair thing-ano ba tawag dun? tapos nilagyan ng lip balm yung labi ko tsaka betadine yung paligid ng labi ko. eeeeeew! doon pa lang diring-diri na ko! imagine...betadine sa may labi mo...although hindi ako sure kung betadine ngayon...pero betadine lang naman ang ganun ang kulay at amoy eh so betadine nga ata.)&lt;br /&gt;dumating si dr. ong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dr. ong: open.&lt;br /&gt;ako: (sa isip ko) oh shoot! simula na ba??? ay teka, kakain muna ako ng hash brown...tapos dun tayo mag-start! waaaah! ano tong---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ininjectionan ako ng ilang beses...anesthesia.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ako: (sa mga susunod na dialogue hindi ko na sasabihing "sa isip ko" kasi obvious naman na sa isip ko lang yung sasabihin ko---I mean, paano ka magsasalita kung may apat na silver thingies sa mouth mo?) ouch...that hurts...aray...hmmm...parang nagiging numb na ang feeling...repeat 4x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dr. ong: naging numb na?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ako: (nag-gesture na hindi pa...pero actually...parang numb na...kayalang pano kung hindi pa pala yun yun? edi kapag---wait. explain ko muna yung gagawin sa akin. tumutubo na nga kasi yung isa kong wisdom tooth pero wala pa sya sa labas...meaning kukuhain nila sa loob ng gums ung ngipin ko...meaning hindi siya yung usual na bunot at surgery siya talaga. tatahiin yung part na yun pagkatapos...eh di ba dun pa lang sa sinabi ko, aayaw ka na? pero wala akong magagawa, ang mahal ng braces at masasayang lang yun dahil sa wisdom tooth na iyon---anak ng tinapay! bakit ba tinawag na wisdom tooth??? anyway...edi kapag gumawa ng incision si doc, at hindi pa pala umeepekto ung anesthesia...edi sobrang sakit nun??? kaya sabi ko hindi pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nilinis muna niya ang ngipin ko...pero lalo lang akong kinabahan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a few minutes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dr. ong: ok, ready na ha...&lt;br /&gt;ako: shoot...omg! anak ng tinapay! anak ng tipaklong! hindi pa! wait lang (puso ko: dug-dug-dug...parang sinentensyahan ng death penalty ang ngipin ko!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kumuha na ng something na silver thing si dr. ong at although wala akong nararamdaman (dapat lang! sobrang uncomfy ko na nga sa anesthesia hindi pa uubra???) alam kong i-nincision na yung gums ko sa likod dahil yung nurse na katabi niya kumuha ng straw-like tube at hinigop ng tube...yung...gasp!...blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the rest...ayoko na ikwento kasi...ayoko na matandaan...at ngayon may tahi na ang gums ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anak ng tinapay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, tapos na ang theater...will write an article about it na i-popost ko rin dito.&lt;br /&gt;hinahanap nga lang ng lola ko yung isa pa niyang kurtina. naiwan kasi dun sa backstage...makukuha ko rin yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakapag-intern na ako sa pink mag...tapos may mga susunod pa but I will write about it din kaya di ko na muna i-eelaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos...ano pa ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brigada eskwela- di ko kelangan maglinis, journ work kasi.&lt;br /&gt;more articles- will submit that asap.&lt;br /&gt;lsc- 8 hours na lang (4 sa physics, 4 sa trigo)...yey!&lt;br /&gt;enrollment- darwin pa rin! kaklase ko sina nikka, bemba, monica, ange, pammy, rem, ej, kru, joren, gustav, jason, marion...at sino pa ba??? nasabi ko na nga ba toh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero anyway! darwin pa rin! excited na ako next year dahil...basta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo nga pala...isang question na matagal ko ng gustong tanungin...nasagot na...sabi sa encarta dictionary: ang difference ng enrol at enroll...(past en·rolled, past participle en·rolled, present participle en·roll·ing, 3rd person present singular en·rolls) or en·rol [in rṓl, en rṓl] (past en·rolled, past participle en·rolled, present participle en·roll·ing, 3rd person present singular en·rols)&lt;br /&gt; tapos sa encarta thesaurus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enrol- book in&lt;br /&gt;(v)&lt;br /&gt;check in, register, sign in, enlist, enrol&lt;br /&gt;antonym: leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enroll- enroll&lt;br /&gt;(v)&lt;br /&gt;register, sign up, put your name down, join, join up, sign on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayan. medyo nagiging malinaw na. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339564-114816969127252074?l=nakawalak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/feeds/114816969127252074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339564&amp;postID=114816969127252074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/114816969127252074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/114816969127252074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/2006/05/anak-ng-tinapay.html' title='anak ng tinapay!'/><author><name>nakawalak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279922144253823822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339564.post-114769099561374948</id><published>2006-05-15T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T14:02:12.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why can't i breathe whenever i think about you...</title><content type='html'>and this must be my first "english" post...because...I DON"T KNOW! It's just that, all my thoughts are in English tonight...and ok, it's probably because I'm not myself these days...well, actually not just &lt;strong&gt;these days &lt;/strong&gt;but during the past---I don't know---three months, I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because I was already in the middle when I've realized that I've already begun, and I can't believe I'm even talking about these kind of things here in my &lt;strong&gt;public &lt;/strong&gt;blog, if you know what I mean... but you don't know what I mean, do you? This must all be a bunch of nonsense to you...but I can't help it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt this way towards anybody, and I think of all the times that my friends suggested that I should be better of in a mental hospital, this must be the moment where they should say this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going mad...I can't practice the piano properly (well, I never did, anyway...but there's this teeny weeny difference)...and I can't concentrate on my trigonometry and physics lessons (well, I've never focused there, anyway...)but still...ugh! How am I supposed to explain this????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this feeling and I want to get rid of it now, but oh! I love this feeling and argh! I really can't understand myself these days, you know, and I guess, to you, I'm just repeating the same old words that I've written but I can't help it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;he &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;keep on popping on my head??? And I want to shout his name to the world but I can't because it's oh-so private! But I have no idea how to be---what's the word for it? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been the kind of girl who doesn't care much about all this gooey-mushy stuff called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;but I guess Cupid does hit you hard, when you aren't looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't believe how corny that must have sounded. And me, talking about Cupid???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, I really am mad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't tell me the stuff adults say like, "Oh, you're growing up!" or "Oh, you're experiencing puppy love!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile since I started this whole growing up thing and it's been awhile since I've had crushes and things like that too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that, I've always been able to put on the brakes before I sink too deep in the mush pit... but this time...oh, shoot...I must have forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot, I have never been blind over these kind of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been the head-over-heart kind of girl when it comes to these kind of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been cautious around guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! But look at me now! Listening to mushy-I LOVE YOU songs, and writing about these on public blogs, and writing love quotes on my intro page, and playing the mushy-sounding piano piece...and argh! Since when have I been this conscious on how I look???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this so pathetic?&lt;br /&gt;Am I not pathetic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooooo not pathetic because I've finally understood some things (and got confused over a million more other stuff...and that must mean I'm pathetic but falling in love is sooooo not pathetic...it simply is...errr...falling in love.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm stupid enough to fall for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because he's just...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you describe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the way he laughs, or maybe...argh! This is so pathetic! I can imagine myself laughing at this post...when I'm finally over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to be over him...I don't want this to be over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that there's a million small things about him that makes him special...and I can't believe I'm talking about him this way!!! Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't even know him that well, so how can I say that??? It's just so hard to explain but I want to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've really gone mad, I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, if only he'd say something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What he feels you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How on earth are you supposed to know what someone feels about you when they're not saying anything???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't have the guts to say anything, either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if he doesn't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOO! I am soooo not going to write that question!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He...&lt;br /&gt;He...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's just that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I had known from the start what he feels about me, and if every person in the world knows every single thing that they want to know, then life would be simply boring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzzzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read that sentence a million times already but it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still...can't someone just give me a little clue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I've had received over a billion clues but nothing makes sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply have gone MAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will write again when I'm back to normal (which by the way, is a million light years away.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339564-114769099561374948?l=nakawalak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/feeds/114769099561374948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339564&amp;postID=114769099561374948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/114769099561374948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/114769099561374948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/2006/05/why-cant-i-breathe-whenever-i-think.html' title='why can&apos;t i breathe whenever i think about you...'/><author><name>nakawalak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279922144253823822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339564.post-114656589424043339</id><published>2006-05-02T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T18:31:34.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tinatamad mag-post...</title><content type='html'>bukas na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero I want you all to know...that I'm happy...and that I'm very much addicted to Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice and that I am begging someone to give me a dvd/vcd(para mas mura) of the said title. Yung panahon ni Colin Firth or yung bago, yung kay Keira Knightley...thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339564-114656589424043339?l=nakawalak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/feeds/114656589424043339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339564&amp;postID=114656589424043339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/114656589424043339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/114656589424043339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/2006/05/tinatamad-mag-post.html' title='tinatamad mag-post...'/><author><name>nakawalak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279922144253823822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339564.post-114595823384846641</id><published>2006-04-25T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T17:43:53.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kakapagod!</title><content type='html'>ayan...kababalik ko lang sa piano lessons at theater workshop ko sa UP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. kailangan ko pang i-practice yung mga pyesa... ang tamad ko kasi eh!&lt;br /&gt;2. na-move yung piano from 1-2pm to 12-1pm para hindi ako masyado ma-late sa theater na 1-4pm. wala na kaming theater ng monday. astig. wala ring piano at journ! may isa akong weekday na pahinga lang!&lt;br /&gt;3. astig ang theater...nag-scene study kami ng romeo&amp;juliet kanina...tapos inaral namin yung diff. parts ng stage...tapos may activity kami na tumulong ipakita kung paano ma-iistablish ang character ng isang tao...tapos meron ding kaming activity na mag-aact kami (so may story and everything) pero isa lang ang word na sasabihin...pero kailangan mo maparating sa audience kung ano yung story at kung ano yung nangyayari sa bawat scene...astig...may dalawang grupo...ang word ng kabilang grupo: happy, ang word namin: drama...weird ang mga activities pero nakakatulong talaga...matututo ka talaga hindi lang umarte, basta ang dami-dami pang factors...simula pa lang ng workshop sankatutak na yung natutunan ko. mahabang storya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i-aassign uli kami bukas ng isang play...scene study uli....this time, yung isang group...iba yung play, kami...St.Anthony, Pray for Us...tapos yung production play namin, sinabi na rin kanina... yun ang i-peperform namin sa parang recital day...Trabaho Soliloquies...astig, nabasa ko na yung unang part ng Trabaho...astig talaga...comedy siya pero basta...wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang maganda pa, flexible yung language...hindi puro English lang o puro Tagalog lang... katulad kanina, Romeo&amp;Juliet...bukas, tagalog naman...yun ngang St. Anthony, Pray for Us...English lang yung title...gusto ko makabili ng book na yun...kasi lahat ng plays na tagalog na mnention ko... galing dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...gagawa pa ako ng article sa journ...may meeting na naman ata bukas. Tapos, theater uli. Yey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339564-114595823384846641?l=nakawalak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/feeds/114595823384846641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339564&amp;postID=114595823384846641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/114595823384846641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/114595823384846641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/2006/04/kakapagod.html' title='kakapagod!'/><author><name>nakawalak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279922144253823822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339564.post-114592413626667065</id><published>2006-04-25T08:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T08:15:36.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nevermind...</title><content type='html'>Hindi ko na lang buburahin yung post ko sa Multiply kasi kapag pnublish ko yung Bora post ko sa Blogger ang daming ganito ... pero sa Multiply, maayos siya. Kaya ayun. Kung saan niyo trip basahin...dun nyo basahin...haha... &lt;a href="http://nakawalak.multiply.com/"&gt;http://nakawalak.multiply.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mag-popost nga rin ako sa Multiply ng mga iba pang review,lalo na yung movie na The Wild, kung walang popcorn at kung hindi iyon libre (advanced screening)...it would have been totally worthless. Anyway, yun lang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339564-114592413626667065?l=nakawalak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/feeds/114592413626667065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339564&amp;postID=114592413626667065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/114592413626667065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/114592413626667065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/2006/04/nevermind.html' title='Nevermind...'/><author><name>nakawalak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279922144253823822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339564.post-114592377207111153</id><published>2006-04-25T07:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T08:09:32.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got exactly three minutes to write...</title><content type='html'>And I am not pulling your leg...at exactly 8am, mag-stastart na akong mag-practice ng piano... pero imposible kasi as I write umaandar ang oras...ang bagal ko pa mag-type dahil ang sakit ng kuko ko...haaaay...kaya siguro mga 8:10 ako magsisimula mag-practice ng piano. I mean, sa pc...7:52 pa lang. Pero sa wall clock namin...ayyy...8 na pala... eh yun ang sinusunod naming oras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, weird talaga ang theater... pero masaya! Pinagawa kami ng kung ano-ano na in ordinary terms hindi ko talaga gagawin. OT ako paminsan (or most of the time) sa Kisay... pero mas malala pa doon ang pinapagawa sa amin. Ayoko na i-explain kasi ang daming activities na pinagawa sa amin. Baka 9am na ako makatapos magsulat. Pero masaya siya in fairness, at babasahin namin ang Romeo&amp;Juliet mamaya. Everyday kasi yun, at from 1-3pm, naging 1-4pm... wala palang theater ng Monday according to Ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At kahapon ko lang yun nalaman nung isang oras ako naghintay sa labas ng auditorium sa Palma Hall sa UP Diliman. Naka-kandado kasi yung pinto... akala ko nung una, baka kasi bawal na ang latecomers kasi 1:10 na ako nakarating. Pero napag-isipisip ko rin na 1. ang unfair noon kasi lahat ng dati naming session...maaga ako pati yung mga kasama ko at yung teacher ang 15mins+ late. 2. napag-isipisip ko rin na pwede ang latecomers kasi late yung isa kong theater mate nung friday at hinintay pa namin siya bago kami magsimula, at 3. may piano lessons ako ng 1-2pm tuwing Tuesday at napag-paalam ko na iyon pero ok lang naman sa kanila. Habol na lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ayun pala ang reason! Walang theater ng Monday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagtataka lang ako... kung bakit sabi sa amin nung Friday..."See you on Monday..." tapos marami pang nangyari na nagpapatibay na meron nga kaming theater sa Monday. Haaay... sayang na naman sa pagod, pawis, at pera. Hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least maaga akong nakauwi...at nagawa ko na yung Bora article sa journ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magsusulat pa ako ng dalawa pagkauwi ko mamaya. Tatlo ang assignments ko kasi at bukas na ang journ. Gusto ko sana magsulat na ngayon kayalang gagamitin ko ito pang-practice ng piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit summer na...cramming pa rin...ang hilig ko kasi mag-procrastinate. I will have to work on that.&lt;br /&gt;Haaay...busy...busy...busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as promised... mag-popost ako ng tungkol sa trip ko sa Boracay. Bakit ganun...nag-trtry ako mag-post noong mga nakaraang araw ng survey pero ayaw mag-paste ng survey na i-popost ko pero bakit nag-work yung Bora article. Haaaay... i-dedelete ko na lang ang Bora article na pinost ko sa Multiply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..ayan. Ipapasa ko yan bukas kay Sir SD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bora&lt;br /&gt;By Francesca Llanes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could beat the feel of the warm, salty water barely touching your knees on a sizzling summer day. Nothing could refresh you as well as drinking a choco banana peanut milkshake while you watch the moon take over the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh…Boracay. I have heard at least a thousand and one stories about that majestic place before I set foot on its white sandy shores. And it wasn’t until the end of last school year that I was able to taste…heaven…or so they said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in Caticlan, Aklan after an hour and a half’s bus ride and I remember hoping against hope that this trip would work as a drug to temporarily make me forget about the problems that I left behind in Manila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, say, for example, my fourth quarter grades which was to be given the following Monday, and which ironically is also the day of our return. What a nice warm welcome it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I guess, my prayer did work because as soon as we stepped down the bus, I did forget about everything, and I mean everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were at least twenty or so boats, each of them, somehow, whispering to me, they would take me away, they said, they would take me across to Boracay…and so I followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my aunt, my mom, and Louise, my baby cousin, we crossed the navy blue waters towards our destination. We are really going to Bora, after ten million years, we’re going at last! I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was beautiful. The sea, I mean. The last time I rode a boat was when we went to the Taal Volcano. And it wasn’t as beautiful as this. This was much farther from the city so it would be much likely less polluted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what about the rumors? What about those things I hear that Boracay isn’t beautiful anymore? Is it true? Or does it depend on a person’s point of view? I have yet to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we rounded the corner, my first proper view of the island surprised me. It was, well, okay. But I have to admit, I had been expecting something better. So…this is what Boracay looks like, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passengers from the boat quickly went down as we rounded towards station 1. There were plenty of people, I could tell. But I expected more. But then again, summer hasn’t really begun yet. It was just the first weekend. The throngs of tourists would probably arrive during Holy Week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our boat finally stopped at our destination, I had to stifle a gasp as I realized that we had to go from there (where the water was at least knee-length) to shore. My aunt mentioned this (as she had been here before.) but I didn’t quite understand her when she told us to wear shorts and slippers because we were going to get wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I followed her advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hotel was beautiful although I only realized that when we finally walked the length of station 2 (where we were situated) and I noticed that Manila-looking hotels weren’t a fad here. The only thing close to that was Boracay Regency and it wasn’t as grand as the hotels for example, in Ortigas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we stayed at Le Soleil de Boracay and it was one of the few hotels which had a pool of its own (although, again, at that time, I had no idea why they had one since what most people are after when they visit Boracay, is the beach, but the need for it, came along the way.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went straight outside to gaze at the sea and the white sand and the purplish sky that seemed to drown what was left of the sun. Our first stop was at d’mall where we ate altangmer (almusal, tanghalian, merienda, my own word for it) and by the looks of it, we were really starving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I ate was the, uh, what was it again? Ah yes, the Dewberry tart in the plane, which we could barely call lunch, and to think, that was four hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn’t matter. We ordered seafood, and well, even though in ordinary circumstances I would have complained that I couldn’t taste butter in the buttered shrimp, since I was famished, the food tasted like heaven itself. Oh well, so much for Dewberry tarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama was overly excited. The moment we finished eating, she went straight to the mall, to guess what? Have her nails manicured and so much for first-timers, she ended up being wounded and she swore never to have her nails manicured on Boracay again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I was left looking for Tita Odette and Louise who were left in the restaurant. But thankfully, Mama told me to stop looking as they were back in the hotel, watching TV. Great. Really great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I got to see a weekend of life at a place like this, a place swarming of foreigners (most of them men in their 30’s or 40’s, in the company of a pretty local girl), where a “Wanted: snatcher” poster is pasted in a department store, and where if you weren’t carefully, you might accidentally step on a cigarette butt here and there on the white beach itself.  It was a first time experience, funny in a way, if not haunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have wanted to trudge on to this side of the grass, but let’s not stray to the negative (or so, in my opinion.) side of the island. My four night-three day stay there was well worth it, after all, and there were plenty of other things that are nothing short of enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a short recap of the things I loved in my stay in one of the most popular tourist spots in the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The breeze- Alright. Go on. Laugh. What a way to start my recap. But then, I didn’t expect it to be this cold during the night (I don’t usually go to beaches, you know.). It all started while we were eating our first dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, one thing that I really loved about our hotel was that during the night they would put the buffet table and all the other seats, outside, so that everyone could enjoy a moonlit dinner. We would always sit on one of those special tables they had, where instead of chairs, we sat on pillows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first night of our stay, while eating seafood and a whole lot of other buffet food, the lights suddenly went out. Of course, the initial reaction was, “Ngek! Brownout! Ano ba yan!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess, I was the only one who noticed everything else (besides the fact that we had a blackout.). It was beautiful. The whole scene of it. There was silence at first, but it wasn’t like everybody stopped talking. But I was hardly aware of what everyone was talking about because I was almost blinded by the thousand---no---the millions of stars that suddenly came into focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, nothing could compare this beauty to anything that I’ve seen before. But the show wasn’t finished. Next came the wind, or the breeze or whatever, and it slashed through my skin, but I was hardly aware of the cold as the wind blew my hair away from my face, because I heard the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes, feeling partly sentimental, as the waves crashed in my ears and as the wind continued to slash through my veins. I didn’t even need to open my eyes to see the stars (and the moon), my mind could already see it without the help of my eyes, or so it seemed like it. And during that five or ten minutes of magic, I was almost sure that this scene wouldn’t fade, that nothing could make it go away. But then, I heard a triumphant shout,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Haaay salamat! May ilaw na!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I opened my eyes to see everyone returning to their food. It was as if I was the only one who witnessed the “miracle”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, after eating, I glanced back at the sky. And I don’t know, but I was almost sure it…well…it winked at me, that whole chaos of silver winked at me, but it must have been just my imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Next came the food and the drinks. They were right! The magazines I mean. Jonah’s simply has the best fruit shakes in town. I tried at least three different flavors on my first visit there and it was all so delicious. Although I’m not sure if that was because I was thirsty. As you might have noticed, my taste buds aren’t usually working properly when I’m…what’s the word again? Oh yeah. Famished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, it really must have been delicious. I wouldn’t have come back for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was great too except for that restaurant we ate in for our altangmer. But I especially liked Bamboo Lounge, which is pretty new and which got us around the beach because we couldn’t find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn’t in the beach after all; it was inside Boracay, where tourists don’t usually go to. And because of this, I got another view on the lives of the locals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the restaurant, we had to take a five-minute tricycle ride in able to get there. But as I said, it was well worth it. Except for a few misunderstandings between the waiter and Papa, everything else was great. Oh, and I could remember the name! The “Lotus Fried Rice” was terrific. And so was the fish. I am definitely going to try their branch at The Fort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. D*mall- Think Greenbelt situated near a beach. There were lots of shops, cafes, and such and I really loved the lights and everything. It’s a crossover between Greenbelt, Eastwood, and well…a beach. Haha…but I’m not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The water and the beach itself. Contrary to the news that Boracay is no longer beautiful, well, I do think that it has enough of its old beauty left for me to go on a second trip. If it wasn’t for the scratch I got during the first day on the water, I would have swum more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since, it was salty, my legs stung…a lot. So I ended up swimming in the pool (Aha! I have found the need for it!). It wasn’t as exciting as the beach, but at least, I got to say that I swam in a pool in Boracay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, the white sand. If only I could paste the picture of my feet soaking in the sand in here. It’s one of the best feelings in the world. The sand is soft and well, so nice to step on (without slippers) and there were some parts of the beach where your foot would suddenly sink (Quicksand…kidding.) and you could feel the sand rising to you knees. Oh heaven! Or almost, it  seemed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all trips have to end. It was just a weekend trip after all. So it ended up shorter than it should have. But I enjoyed my stay and I guess I would like to come back there, but not until I visit Bohol…or Vigan…or another beach…in Puerto Galera perhaps? We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Phew! Kailangan ko na mag-practice ng piano. 8:15 na sa wall clock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339564-114592377207111153?l=nakawalak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/feeds/114592377207111153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339564&amp;postID=114592377207111153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/114592377207111153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/114592377207111153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/2006/04/ive-got-exactly-three-minutes-to-write.html' title='I&apos;ve got exactly three minutes to write...'/><author><name>nakawalak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279922144253823822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339564.post-114558751219085304</id><published>2006-04-21T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T10:45:12.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>walang magawa...</title><content type='html'>may theater ako mamayang 1pm...paubos na itong net card ko kasi complementary lang toh', libre ata dun sa nabili ni ma na go! 25 hrs...pero uubusin ko na para pagbalik ko mamayang mga 4pm or 5pm...mapipilitan akong simulan na ang mga articles na pinapagawa sa akin ni sir sd... pati ang mga piano pieces na pinapa-practice sa akin ni mrs. ongsiako...ma-prapractice ko na... dahil wala nang internet. pero for now... sasagot muna ako ng survey na nangaling naman sa bloggie ni fen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sagutan ko na rin ung personal info nya (teehee!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;full name: Francesca Velarde Llanes&lt;br /&gt;nickname: Cesca, Cheka, Fran, Emily Rose, Emily&lt;br /&gt;siblings: none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you sing in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;- when i'm in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know how to dance?&lt;br /&gt;- what kind of dance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b-day:&lt;br /&gt;- November 14, 1990&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign:&lt;br /&gt;- Scorpio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;country:&lt;br /&gt;- Philippines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sex:&lt;br /&gt;- Female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoe size:&lt;br /&gt;- 7 - 8 (depends on the brand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoys:&lt;br /&gt;- listening to music, watching tv and movies, chatting, blogging/building sites/creating something from photoshop, playing the piano, writing, reading, acting, singing (in the bathroom), making funny faces/being funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the morning, you feel:&lt;br /&gt;-sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the evening:&lt;br /&gt;-awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faves...(as of April 21, 2006...10: 15 am&lt;br /&gt;movie right now: V for Vendetta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song right now: So Sick- Ne-yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actor: Hugo Weaving (V for Vendetta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actress: Natalie Portman (V for Vendetta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food: Rodic's tapsilog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beverages: Nestea Lemon Green Iced Tea (with cooling effects???), choco banana peanut milkshakes from Jonah's fruitshakes Boracay, Aklan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;color: black or pink...oh wait...mix of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disney character: Anastas---oh wait, hindi siya disney...Eeyore na lang muna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ice cream flavor: tatlo eh...strawberry from f.i.c. at choco mint/ langka something from btic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fruit: mangoes forever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either/or:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;globe/sun/smart: globe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink/purple/sky blue: pink and purple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;autumn/summer/winter: summer...uy...summer ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diamond/pearl: pearl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flip-flops/ballet shoes: both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chatting/texting: chatting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;algebra/geometry: geometry forever!!! kahit na ba mababa ang grades ko sa subject na toh'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chicken steak/burger mcdo: chicken steak kasi 1. mas masarap, 2. mas sulit/mas mura, 3. bawal ako sa burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HP4/HP5/HP6: Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince forever!!! Astig ka Professor Snape!!! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icebergs/Ice monster: uh...ewan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's the?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prettiest: Myra Olaso&lt;br /&gt;Cutest: Renee Zellweger&lt;br /&gt;Hottest: Natalie Portman&lt;br /&gt;Funniest: Monica Villanoy&lt;br /&gt;Tallest: Leody Pabelico&lt;br /&gt;Nicest: Finella Villaluz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE (meron pa???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you cried over or got teary about?&lt;br /&gt;- open forums ng girls ng Darwin-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why?&lt;br /&gt;- nakakaiyak mga kuwento ng buhay nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss anyone right now?&lt;br /&gt;- yes, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's an object you can't live without?&lt;br /&gt;- puwedeng bang pc na may net connection???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals?&lt;br /&gt;- nah...mga unan lang (pareho kami ni fen.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any piercings?&lt;br /&gt;- yah. ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color your underpants right now?&lt;br /&gt;- pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;- So Sick- Ne-yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the last digit of your phone number?&lt;br /&gt;-3664&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;- Their face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;- anything sweet, writing, reading, music, the net, my friends, him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the next cd you're gonna get?&lt;br /&gt;- Barbie Almalbis/ Yellowcard (Ocean Avenue)/ Kamikazee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst sickness you ever had?&lt;br /&gt;- Dengue fever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like funny or scary movies better?&lt;br /&gt;- funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs or kisses?&lt;br /&gt;- hugs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song seems to reflect you the most?&lt;br /&gt;- (today only, or I guess, the past few weeks) Falling-Keri Noble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you misunderstood?&lt;br /&gt;- Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather be rich or famous?&lt;br /&gt;- Rich!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you met Santa?&lt;br /&gt;- No... but I once caught my aunt getting the candies from the closet so she could put it on our Christmas stocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If E.T. knocked on your door holding up a peace sign and asked you to use your phone, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;- I'd say..."Sure, come in... it's cold out here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you were depressed?&lt;br /&gt;- a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who sent this to you?&lt;br /&gt;- got it from Finella's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you most likely to be spotted?&lt;br /&gt;- Regardless of season: at home, This summer: (besides home) UP Diliman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last lesson you had learnt?&lt;br /&gt;- academic: I honestly don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;   life: Fate/destiny (or believing in it) is like building a wall between you and the one you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you supposed to be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;- writing an article for journ/practicing my piano pieces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339564-114558751219085304?l=nakawalak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/feeds/114558751219085304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339564&amp;postID=114558751219085304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/114558751219085304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/114558751219085304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/2006/04/walang-magawa.html' title='walang magawa...'/><author><name>nakawalak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279922144253823822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339564.post-114552736789378320</id><published>2006-04-20T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T18:02:47.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nahihilo ako...</title><content type='html'>first of all... yun nga. nahihilo ako. mula noong pumasok ako sa dusty office ni Pa... nahilo akong bigla... at di na tumigil yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will enumerate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. ang saya saya kahapon! pero mula kahapon... naging hectic na ang sched ko.&lt;br /&gt;    ~ kasi wednesday morning, maaga-aga na akong gumising kasi may meeting sa journ! argh! noong tuesday kasi pagkatapos ko mag-piano lessons... pumunta ako ng kisay (nag-commute lang ako...and that's what makes matters worse...under the scorching heat...hmph!) at pinuntahan ko si sir sd...kayalang bago pa man din ako makalapit sa journ room... nakita ko na naka-lock yung door papunta sa left wing ng admin bldg. at sumilip ako at nakita ko rin na naka-kandado ang journ. hmph...bottomline: wala si sir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayang sa pera...at sayang ang puti ko...hmph talaga! dapat hindi na ako dumaan para i-check kung kailan ba ung meeting namin. haaay...the next day rin naman pala ang meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinabahan nga ako kasi baka hindi na ako payagan ni mama na pumunta sa shang kasama sina joana at aya! eh ang tagal na namin kasing di nagkikita tapos wednesday ang pinaka libreng time para sa aming tatlo tapos may meeting sa journ??? buti na lang 8am ang meeting at dahil 12:30 pa naman kami magkikita... pinayagan pa rin ako ni ma na gumimick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, pagdating ko doon... si avril at kat lang ang chinichika ni sir... late na nga ako dumating eh. wala palang balak magpunta yung iba. at although dalawang oras na "discussion" na naman ang nangyari... ok na rin sa akin dahil nalinawan na ako sa schedule... at sa kung ano ang gagawin ko. kinausap pa ni sir si ma para talagang malinaw...at sumakay na ako ng kotse at pumunta na kaming ortigas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang tagal ko nang di nakakapunta sa shang! haaaay... missed the good ol' days... sinundo muna pala namin si Louise at ate Judith galing sa office ni Tita Odette (sa adidas)... tapos saka kami nagpuntang shang at dahil maaga pa... kumain muna kami sa jollibee! Tuwang-tuwa naman si Louise kasi favorite niya yun, pero nabwiset ako dahil ung jolly cheezy fries ko na 99% of the time shinashare ko sa kanya ay hindi naman niya kinain, pinaglaruan lang niya... nawalan tuloy ako ng ganda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pumunta kami ng trumpets para mag-inquire kung pwede pa mag-enroll sa theater classes nila... kayalang kastastart lang daw so hindi na pwede. maghahanap na lang daw kami ng iba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos, dumating na sina jo at aya at nagkita kami sa movie house... kamustahan...mukha daw akong masungit pero ang saya saya ko talaga! iba siguro kasi yung iniisip ko...^_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bago kami bumaba ng food court bumili na kami ng movie tickets: tristan&amp;isolde... matagal din kami nag-argue kung ano yung papanoorin pero in the end, yun ang napili namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(waaah...tinatamad na akong mag-type.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi namin tinapos yung movie (bwiset kasi... so not what I expected.)... pero it was so worth it kasi first time namin mag-ikot at magsukat ng clothes (kahit ano) kahit di naman namin bibilhin... haha! I swear...kuha lang kami ng kuha ng kung ano-anong damit tapos susukatin namin, tapos magpapalitan kami...ang gulo! pero ang saya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...anyway, nagkwentuhan kami sa starbucks (at nagpicturan)...about well, stuff...basta. yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wala talaga ako sa mood mag-type ng marami pagkatapos ng napaka-haba kong post noong tuesday.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natapos na yung gabing yun... at nagsimula na naman ang susunod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may theater classes na ako! sa UP ako ngayon nag-thetheater... ang weird ng pinagawa sa amin! pero astig... talagang ma-chachallenge ka. adult workshop yung nandun kasi wala namang teens at ayoko naman sa kids kaya puro college students ang kasama ko. pero ok lang! first day pa lang ang dami ko ng natutunan... haha! ang weird talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, eto na yung list of activities ko:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. piano lessons- 1-2pm every tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;2. journ- every wednesday=april, 3x a week=may, tapos may fieldtrips pa dyan at mga contests...&lt;br /&gt;3. theater- everyday=1-3pm pero baka maging hanggang 4pm... mag-coconflict toh' sa piano lessons ko kaya aayusin ko pa toh.&lt;br /&gt;4. intern sa pink- nasa bora pa yung magiging "boss" ko daw so di ko pa alam kung kailan.&lt;br /&gt;5. blog/site/photoshop- in-between this chaos.&lt;br /&gt;6. adv. classes para next yr.- sure ako i-eenroll ako ni pa dito... sa may siguro. chem/trigo/physics siguro ang i-tatake ko.&lt;br /&gt;ano pa ba??? pero basically, ang dami ko na ring activities... basta will update soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ay... sabi nga pala ni sir sd gumawa ako ng personal chuva tungkol sa aking boracay trip kaya kapag nagawa ko na, sometime this week... yun ang popost ko. kakatamad na gumawa pa ng dalawa eh.&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/10339564-114552736789378320?l=nakawalak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/feeds/114552736789378320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339564&amp;postID=114552736789378320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/114552736789378320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/114552736789378320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/2006/04/nahihilo-ako.html' title='nahihilo ako...'/><author><name>nakawalak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279922144253823822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339564.post-114552463620407778</id><published>2006-04-20T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T17:17:16.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>survey</title><content type='html'>saan ba nangaling toh'? can anyone answer that? dahil noong isang araw ko pa sya nakikita sa mga blog ng mga tao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masagutan nga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Find the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4. Write down what it says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There is no line 4 on page 18 of...errr...Old Glenfield: A Portrait in &lt;strong&gt;Photographs&lt;/strong&gt;  which is the nearest book to me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all it says (underneath the picture.): Gardening to supply Auckland with food and flowers was a major activity from about 1900.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errr... nothing (stretches left arm further)...oh well...still nothing but air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ What is the last thing you watched on tv?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magandang Umaga Bayan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Without looking, guess what time it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:17pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:47pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my baby cousin Louise shouting to the dog, the sound of asphalt being swept with a walis tingting...and the sound of dogs barking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ When did you last step outside? What were you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an hour ago, I got home (by jeepney and tricycle) from theater workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Before you came to this website [started this survey], what did you look at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my bestfriend's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a green blouse, jeans, and my undies (still haven't changed from theater workshop.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Did you dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~When did you last laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more than an hour ago, while in the jeepney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ What is on the walls of the room you're in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errr... nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Seen anything weird lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errr...no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ What do you think of this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't this a survey? well, anyway... it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ What is the last film you saw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tristan&amp;isolde...didn't finish it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something that would transport &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from his place to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a videocam spy package that would be secretly installed in his house (and all the places he goes too)... so I could see him 24/7 (except when he's in the bathroom... I'm certainly not that cruel.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Tell me something about you that I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errr...Jo's right (I got it from her page.)...WHO ARE YOU???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd make it young again...good as new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Do you like to dance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. oh wait, what kind of dance???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ George Bush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's the president of the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charlotte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gabriel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Would you ever consider living abroad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to travel around the world, but I'm not going to live there FOREVER!!! I'll be homesick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ What do you want God to to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halloooooh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339564-114552463620407778?l=nakawalak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/feeds/114552463620407778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339564&amp;postID=114552463620407778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/114552463620407778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/114552463620407778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/2006/04/survey.html' title='survey'/><author><name>nakawalak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279922144253823822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339564.post-114535744516805427</id><published>2006-04-18T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T19:32:46.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tantananan...summer plans and beyond...and before!</title><content type='html'>wala akong masabi. hmmm...march 28 ako huling nag-post. shoot...at march 5 ako huling nag-post ng matino! haha! ang tamad ko talaga...at summer na! grabe...kailangan ko ng maging disiplinado...kailangan ko ng magsipag. short (short nga ba?) recap lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edi ayan...march 5...march 5...hmmm...ok. ang dami kasing project nyan eh...labo-labo na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. english- speech choir- sangkaterbang sermon, oras, at pawis ang binigay at napala ko dyan...in the end...worth it...dahil at least 5th place naman kami. ako yung nag-piapiano at nasa intro nga lang ako nag-acting na maghuhula, na-foresee ko daw yung "great battle between lucifer and jesus"...at ayun...pagkatapos kong drumama dumeretso na ako sa back stage at mag-sisimula na ako sana mag-piano para sa entrance nila ng biglang OMG! Wala yung stand (yung lalagyanan ng pyesa), pati yung saksakan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoot...grabe talaga! nag-freak out ako...buti na lang nandun pa sa likod sina ian, elizer, at erwin...sila kasi yung gaganap na satan, jesus, at god (respectively)...kaya after ten minutes na walang ginagawa ang mga kaklase ko sa stage...nahanap na rin yung dalawa (salamat nga rin pala kay kuya.)...shem talaga...pero after nun, balisa na ako...mali mali tuloy yung natugtog ko. as in grabe, nanginginig yung kamay ko habang tumutugtog ako tapos sobra pa akong pawisan, hindi ko na nga namalayan yung mga pinagagawa ko, basta tuloy-tuloy lang...hanggang nag-akyatan na ang edison sa stage...sila kasi yung next na mag-peperform,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos ayun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i-nencourage naman ako nina edge...ok naman daw ako...at later on sabi ng mga kaklase ko, hindi naman daw halata yung mga mali ko (yeah right...pero at least napagaan ng konti yung loob ko.). ayoko kasi talaga yun eh... ok lang sa akin ang kumanta at sumayaw sa stage basta may kasama, ok lang mag-acting ng mag-isa (ma-eenjoy ko pa yun, lalo na kapag comedy yung act ko)...pero AYOKO ng nag-piapiano sa harap (o sa likod???!!!) ng maraming tao...nababalisa ako...matagal na akong nag-rerecital at sanay na ako...pero nagkakamali ako, kasi hindi nawawala yung kaba...basta alam kong may nakikinig sa akin, kinakabahan ako, na-coconscious ako. kayalang wala akong choice, para sa section ko din yun...haaay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsaka isa pa...tamad ako mag-practice. gusto ko matuto, kayalang tamad ako mag-practice...dati, ayoko talaga ng piano...sapilitan yun dati nung nagsimula ako (mga 6 ako noon)...gusto ko kasi violin. nauna kasing sumikat ang "To Love You More" ni Celine Dion, si Vanessa Mae, at ang The Corrs (si Caroline ba o si Sharon yung magaling sa violin?)... kaysa kay Vanessa Carlton, Alicia Keys, Maria Mena, Keri Noble...at marami pang iba. At sa mundo na ang Backstreet Boys at Spice Girls ang naglalabanan sa radyo at sa MTV...sino ba namang 6 yr. old ang gugustuhing mag-piano...ng Mary Had a Little Lamb at Twinkle Twinkle Little Star...not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero, habang tumatanda ako, unti-unti ko na ring na-appreciate ang kagandahan ng pag-piapiano... tsaka mas gumaganda na yung mga tintugtog ko...humihirap nga lang pero gumaganda...kaya ko ng tugtugin sina Bach, Beethoven at pati ang ibang pop songs...although konti lang ang alam kong pop songs kasi malaki ang age gap namin ng teacher ko. Isa lang ang hindi nagbago. Tamad pa rin ako mag-practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaay...sana naman matutunan kong disiplinaduhin ang sarili ko starting this summer, kagagaling ko nga lang pala sa una kong piano lesson since nung first sem (hindi ako nakapag-enroll nung second sem kasi nag-claclash lagi yung sched sa mga practice at project sa school... sayang lang din.) Kaya ngayong summer, sana... sana...haaaay... para next year, kapag may mga ganitong project uli... mas handa na ako, at mas marami na akong kayang tugtugin. Para next year, kahit mabalisa ako bago mag-perform... at least, prakitsado, mas konti ang chance na magkamali. Sana...sana...sana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. filipino/journ- magazine= ayan...sankaterbang sermon, pawis, sakit ng ulo, puyat etc. (alam nyo na siguro [lalo na yung mga namamahala dyan, yung mga leader, yung mga nag-layout...in other words, yung mga taong binigay talaga ang lahat sa kanilang mga respective na section] kung gaano kahirap ang project na ito.) ang inabot ko dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akala ko, pagkatapos ng speech choir, medyo makakahinga hinga na ako...perio na lang at n.a.t. ang exam..tapos konting (read: konti???) project na lang, makakahinga na ako ng maluwag...pero dun ako nagkamali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mali na naman ang estimation powers ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kasi grinupo ni sir sangel ang darwin sa 2. hinati kami...este...pinaghiwalay kami ni ave dahil no.1 pareho kaming journ, 2. pareho kaming english writer, at 3. pareho kaming babae at dalawa lang ang babae na journ sa darwin kaya yun ang naisipan ni sir na starting point. tapos, hinati naman nya ang mga iba pang journ sa aming dalawa. pito ang journ sa darwin kaya yung isnag grp. dapat 4, yung isa, dapat 3. ang journ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, akala ko talaga si darwin ang magiging kagrupo ko kasi na-feel ko na nung bago pa pumasok ng classroom si sir...sabi nya kasi paghihiwalayin nga yung nasa elective namin at syempre usually, yung magkaka-close yung pinaghihiwalay diba? kaya akala ko hindi kami magkagrupo nina ian... pero sus mareopez de garapon...nung hinati na sila...nagmakaawa si ian na kagrupo na lang nya ako... no comment ako kasi nakakahiya naman kung sasabihin ko na "sige sir, kami na lang ni ian magkagrupo" kasi parang inisantabi namin si ave...pero pagkatapos drumama ni ian kay sir at pagkatapos ng sangkaterbang pamimiliit ng iba pa namin kaklase katulad nina mj dahil hindi nga sila nagkakaintindihan ni ian...pumayag si sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;medyo disappointed nung una si darwin kasi gusto rin nya kami sana maging kagrupo... pero ok na rin sa kanya... mas close pa rin kasi sya samin compared kay ave kasi kasama rin namin si darwin umakyat baba sa journ room...pero ok na rin sa kanya, tutal, nandun nman si quiao (naka-close nya at hanep mag-layout) at si daniel (na astig mag-drawing)...sa amin naman napunta si elizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos, yung iba naman naming mga kaklase yung hinati...waaaah! ayoko maging lider! syempre ako yung pinapili (kami ni ave) kung sino ang magiging ka-group namin... na-imagine ko tuloy yung sa mga movies tuwing may baseball game or something... tapos paano kung ikaw yung huling tawagin??? eh paano kung ikaw yung namimili??? syempre talagang may mahuhuli sa tatawagin mo... pero para kasing nakikita mo kung sino yung prinoprioritize mo eh... parang mas importante yung isa kaysa doon sa isa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahit na ba si ian at elizer yung mainly na namili...at ako lang yung taga sigaw ng pangalan nung mga napili namin... di pa rin ako makatingin sa iba... kasi karamihan ng darwin (except si mj, lp, myra, at julia dahil nga sa alitan ni mj at ian... at ung barkada ni darwin (duh!)) gusto kaming maging kagrupo... hindi sila pwede lahat sa amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero tapos na iyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas mahirap pa rin gawin yung project. sangkaterbang pawis ang binuhos ko dito as in!!! waaaah! grabe...anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noong una, masaya pa yung mga meeting namin...kayalang ng malapit na yung deadline, hindi kasi namin ineexpect na ganung katagal at kahirap gawin yung magazine...cram na...pero ang importante...natapos namin on time. salamat nga pala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay &lt;strong&gt;jobin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... na sinamahan ako nung wala si ian&lt;br /&gt;kay &lt;strong&gt;carla&lt;/strong&gt;... na kahit na ba isa sya sa pinakatamad sa classroom... sya pa rin ang may isa sa pinakamarami (at pinaka cute) na nalayout... at sya rin ang nag-install ng photoshop sa bahay.&lt;br /&gt;kay &lt;strong&gt;ange at hazelle&lt;/strong&gt;... sa pag-layout at pag cheer sa akin at sa iba pa nming kagrupo kahit na ba ala una ng madaling araw.&lt;br /&gt;kay &lt;strong&gt;aica&lt;/strong&gt;... na kahit na ba walang publisher o photoshop o whatever...im pa rin ng im...at naghahanap ng pwedeng maitulong...na-appreciate ko yun.&lt;br /&gt;kay &lt;strong&gt;jamayca&lt;/strong&gt;...na kahit na ba halos lagnatin na nung mga gabing yun...pinilit pa rin mag-layout hangga't sa makakaya niya.&lt;br /&gt;kay &lt;strong&gt;remilyn&lt;/strong&gt;... na kahit na ba tulog na kaming lahat, ay nag-layout pa rin at tinapos ang huling pages na nalagay sa mag.&lt;br /&gt;kay &lt;strong&gt;pam&lt;/strong&gt; na kahit na ba gaanong karaming sermon, sakit ng ulo, at kung ano ano pa ang inabot... ay ginawa pa rin ang lahat para matapos, mapaganda, at maipasa on time ang magazine...&lt;br /&gt;at sa lahat ng iba ko pang kagrupo... &lt;strong&gt;salamat&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naipasa namin kay sir on time ang magazine, in fact...kami yung last na grupo na nakapag-pasa on time. sana syempre, mas napaganda pa yun... pero ok na... lesson learned. next year, may mga project na naman tayo na magazine... sure ako dahil sinabi yun samin ni sir sd... good luck sa atin lahat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dapat mas mahaba pa toh'...ang tagal ko nga sinulat yung tungkol sa pinoy...kay nag-dc muna ako, kayalang pagka-ol ko...nabura yung part ng nasulat ko dito...kaya, mas umikli. inulit ko na nga lang kayalang pagod na ako.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;journ- waaaah... noong una, wala ako sa mood gawin pa yung magazine sa journ... matagal na kasi sinabi yan sa amin... kayalang dahil hindi namin na-realize na kailangan namin ng ORAS... ah basta... lesson learned. lesson learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sangkatutak na pawis ang ibinuhos ko sa project na yan. kahit na ba super-crammed sya...kahit na ba black and white lang ang na-produce namin dahil walang naipon na money agad...at kahit talbog kami sa ala professional magazine/glossy/full color magazine ng filipino group, ok lang. dahil na-appreciate ni sir ang effort namin... at sinabi nya na basta, next time mas maganda na at on time... dahil sa third year, ganun din ang papagawa nya sa amin pero yun kasi compilation...yung sa third year sarili na...yung mga hindi pa napa-check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, nahati kasi yung english group...12 kami talaga naging tig-anim, ayoko na i-explain ang details, tanungin nyo na lang...uh...si avril...dahil sya naman ang nagpasimuno nun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, kaming anim: avril, quiao, gianne, rens, at kat (curie at darwin eng writers maliban kay j. lo)... ok nman nung unang mga meetings... kayalang naging sari-sariling layout dahil hindi magagawa ni quiao lahat yun kasi ginagawa pa nya yung sa pinoi...pero pinaka marami pa rin akong ginawa pati pagplaplano kung kailang mag-meemeeting, pano ang gagawin dito etc. kasi sa lahat ng kagrupo, ako pa lang ang tapos na sa magazine sa pinoi... at ako lang ang nakakakilala sa lahat... I mean si gianne ang eic pero di nya masyado kilala si quiao, si ave ang ass. ed pero di nya masyado kilala sina rens kaya ako yung taga contact sa lahat (ako yung man. ed)... pero all in all...ok naman...dahil napasa naman nmin nung monday pagkatapos ng perio...(nung friday before that ang pasahan ng mag sa fil)...yung project sa journ ang huli kong project na pinasa... at pagkatapos noon, nakahinga na ako ng mas maluwag...clearance na lang at yung card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. project sa comp. - haaaay... hindi ko na i-eexplain toh' dahil karamihan ng second year (lahat ng estudyante ni mam bustria)... alam ang hirap dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero salamat kay &lt;strong&gt;geralice &lt;/strong&gt;at &lt;strong&gt;reynald&lt;/strong&gt; na kahit na ba hindi ko kaklase, at kahit na ba gipit na ang oras nila... tinulungan pa rin ako i-debug yung comp. salamat talaga! sobra, as in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. minor projects/pahabol na requirements- mapeh, english (amaterasu), english summary/book/ntbk., math jingle (hindi dapat toh' minor kayalang dahil pahabol sya, napaliit na lang yung halaga...ISANG MALAKING ETC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahit na ba minor lang, pahirap pa rin. Pahirap!!! hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. clearance- isang malaking "B"= BWISET!!! Pero salamat sa lahat ng mga kaklase ko na tumulong sa paghabol ng clearance ng buong klase kahit na ba hapon na makauwi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salamat nga pala sa kfc na pinakain kami nung araw na yun... at salamat sa masungit na waitress na lalong nagpa-"B" sa araw namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. card- dahil nagpunta kami sa bora... hindi ko nakuha yung card ko noong april 3... si pa ang kumuha at syempre... kabado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. 12- overall (no. 13 according to teofilo, pero mas paniniwalaan ko ang tatay ko dahil sinabi sa kanya straight ni mam magtibay...at masyadong maliit ang gap ng average namin ni teofilo (no. 10 sya) para may magkasya pa na dalawang tao.)&lt;br /&gt;no. 8- sa girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok na sa akin toh'- most probably darwin pa rin ako next year...dahil 1. 91+ ang ave ko at yun naman talaga ang ave ng darwin, 2. alam ko na ang ave ng mga curieans at edisonians...at base sa aking mga kalkulasyon...aabot ako (hindi lang pala aabot...talagang nasa loob ako) 3. sabi ni teofilo eh, with a "duh! oo naman!" at 4. mataas ang rank ko (para mapunta ako ng edison)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero hindi pa ito enough para sa parents ko (hello! kung si teofilo nga top ten, pinagalitan na pa ng nanay nya eh, ako pa kaya?... at... hindi toh' ang best ko (ang tamad tamad ko kasi)...haaaay...sana...sana...sana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yun lang... salamat sa friendship...at sa lahat lahat lahat! di ko makakalimutan ang taong toh'! I LOVE DARWIN-2! Astig tayong lahat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK SA LAHAT NEXT YEAR!!! KAYA NATIN TOH'!!! Go Batch '08! At goodluck sa mga seniors next year... sa UPCAT at ACET at sa iba pang exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway uli...ito ang activities ko at plans para sa summer...&lt;br /&gt;1. journ class&lt;br /&gt;2. theater- para maimprove ang aking acting skills...haha!&lt;br /&gt;3. photoshop/layouting/html- kahit ako na lang mag-isa.&lt;br /&gt;4. intern sa pink! sana matuloy toh'...will explain later pag natuloy nga.&lt;br /&gt;5. beach! beach! beach!&lt;br /&gt;6. papayat! haha! ang taba ko na kasi... kelangan ko mag-exercise...haha! ang gusto ko sana... parang kay angela, tamang-tama lang.&lt;br /&gt;7. multiply site: &lt;a href="http://nakawalak.multiply.com/"&gt;http://nakawalak.multiply.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-marami na akong nalagay dyan! visit kayo!&lt;br /&gt;8. site kung saan pwede ko ilagay mga nasulat... di ko pa toh' tapos... wag nyo sundin yung link sa "tag" part ng blog na toh'... wala pa yung laman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will update you tungkol sa bora trip ko...at sa mga later activities...nobela na naman tong' nasulat ko...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339564-114535744516805427?l=nakawalak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/feeds/114535744516805427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339564&amp;postID=114535744516805427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/114535744516805427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/114535744516805427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/2006/04/tantananansummer-plans-and-beyondand.html' title='tantananan...summer plans and beyond...and before!'/><author><name>nakawalak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279922144253823822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339564.post-114353919553341461</id><published>2006-03-28T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T17:46:35.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waaaah...malapit na naman mag-summer!</title><content type='html'>at tinatamad na naman ako mag-post kaya sa weekend na lang. for the sake of updating lang toh' dahil ang tagal ko nang di nakaka-update...waaaah...sa weekend na lang ha. Ang daming nangyari...ang daming crinam...chorva! Wahahahahahaha! Anyway...sasagot muna ako ng quizzes sa quizilla...teeheehee...^_*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339564-114353919553341461?l=nakawalak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/feeds/114353919553341461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339564&amp;postID=114353919553341461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/114353919553341461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/114353919553341461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/2006/03/waaaahmalapit-na-naman-mag-summer.html' title='waaaah...malapit na naman mag-summer!'/><author><name>nakawalak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279922144253823822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339564.post-114199021484218779</id><published>2006-03-10T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T19:30:14.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Trip...</title><content type='html'>Haaaaaaaaay...breathe! Inhale...exhale...inhale...exhale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko na kakayanin toh! Ang daming gagawin! At nabwibwiset ako sa ilang tao...pero di ko sasabihin kasi basta! Siguro sa mga taong mapagkakatiwalaan ko lang. Hmph! Ha! Ayoko munang mag-rant. later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339564-114199021484218779?l=nakawalak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/feeds/114199021484218779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339564&amp;postID=114199021484218779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/114199021484218779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/114199021484218779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/2006/03/bad-trip.html' title='Bad Trip...'/><author><name>nakawalak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279922144253823822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339564.post-114151886810745946</id><published>2006-03-05T07:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T08:34:28.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend na! UPDATE DAY!</title><content type='html'>Ok...so, ganito yung nangyari...binigay na ni Ma'am Magtibay yung report card noong...uh, Tuesday. Dapat kasi noong Friday pa niya bibigay yun, eh walang pasok. Wala ring pasok noong Monday. Kaya noong Tuesday, habang busy ang lahat sa pag-prapraktis ng speech choir at tna-try ko rin praktisin yung piano pieces ko kahit maingay, biglang pumasok si Ma'am Magtibay sa room at isa-isa niyang binigay ang report card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang sungit ni Ma'am noon! Ang sungit sungit sungit! Ang sungit niya to the 10th power! Waaaaah! Tapos alam niyo ba, nasabi ko na ba sa inyo na masungit ngayon si Ma'am? Waaaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dati, si Ma'am Magtibay ang isa sa mga favorite teachers ko, kahit ayoko ng Algebra...pero ngayon, unti-unti ng nawawala yung tiwala ko sa kanya...paiba-iba siya kasi ng ugali eh...tapos ayoko kasi sa mga tao na hindi kayang i-accept ang ibang tao whether yung mga taong yun ay maganda o pangit, matalino o hindi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para kasing tuwing hindi namin na-mimeet yung expectations niya, ibang section yung tinuturing niyang advisory class...katulad ng Edison...no one can deny na magaling sa Math ang mga Edisonians (in fact, ang taas-taas ng grades ni EJ sa algeb nung Curie-1 pa kami.)...no one can deny na most of the time, mas masipag ang mga Edisonians kaysa sa amin, kahit na ba mas mataas yung section namin...pero ganoon naman talaga diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit hindi niya kayang mahalin kami for what we are? Bakit hindi niya kayang i-appreciate yung mga good things about us? Bakit ganoon? Lagi na lang yung mga bad traits ng tao ang nakikita at napapansin, tapos kapag wala na yung taong yun...doon mo lang ma-rerealize lahat ng mga ginawa niyang maganda. Paano pag wala na kami? Kapag third year na at iba na ang mga teachers namin? Malapit na nga yun eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doon lang ba ma-rerealize ni Ma'am ang tunay naming halaga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW! Ang drama ng sinulat ko! Oh my goodness...hindi ko yun masasabi kapag oral...kasi shy talaga akong tao...kaya dinadaan ko na lang sa tawa ang lahat, ayoko kasing malaman ng iba yung nararamdaman ko...kaya nga kilala ko ng mga tao sa labas lang...kilala lang nila yung mga halakhak ko at ang pagiging O.T. ko...pero beneath that...ewan...wala sigurong nakakaalam kung sino talaga ako. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...pag-uwi ko, akala ko talaga papagalitan ako ng Papa ko. Tnxt ko siya at sinabi ko na may sasabihin ako sa kanya...bumaba na kasi ako...as in...alam ko na na mangyayari yun kayalang kayalang...haaay....kaya puro "sana" yung mga sinasabi ko sa mga dati kong posts. Sana hindi mangyari...ang mangyayari...pero hindi naman ako bumagsak...at iyon ang importante, lalo na para kay Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi siya nagalit noong sinundo niya ako ng gabi (dali ko kasi yung piano, eh di ako masusundo ni Ma.) Nakinig lang kami ng news sa am radio at sinabi lang ni Pa na mas aralin ko yung mga subjects na mahina ako. Tapos, nilibre pa niya ako ng ice cream. Wow...anyways, hindi ko na susulat ang details dito kasi magsusulat naman ako ng article tungkol dito para sa magazine namin sa journ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagkaroon ng D.A.T. noong Thursday. Hindi ako masyadong nakapag-prepare kasi noong Monday lang sinabi sa amin na may ganoon pala. Si Sir Bitangcor pa nga yung nagsabi sa amin na may ganoon pala. Akala ko, N.A.T. lang ang meron. Di ako sure kung part yun ng card grade namin or yung N.A.T. lang yun. Yung ibang teachers sinasabi 15% daw yun ng card grade namin, yung iba, sinasabi, recorded pero part lang ng long test grade namin which is mga 10% ng card grade. Ewan. Eh, noong Wednesday ko lang nalaman na sa Thursday na pala. Hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panghapon ako so mga 1pm ako nakarating. Di na ako nakakain sa McDo kasi dapat sabay kami ni Fen. Nag-commute lang kasi ako kasama ko si Ate Judith eh, tapos ang daming stopover noong jeep. Kaya yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noong hapon na, pagkatapos kong mawindang sa Algebra dahil may mga ilang questions doon na hindi pa namin napag-aaralan, kumain kami sa KFC! Nakakain na rin ako sa wakas! Tapos sinamahan namin sina Carla sa CS...nag-photo hunt sila...pero nanood lang ako kasi hindi talaga ako mahilig sa mga ganyanan...gusto ko, gumawa ng bloggie at maglaro ng ever-classic game na Chip's Challenge ng Microsoft. Wheeeee! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ordinary day lang kinabukasan, except na nanakaw yung funds namin sa speech choir. 1,000+ yun at sayang na sayang talaga. Hinala ng karamihan, kaklase namin yung kumuha. Maraming nakawang nangyayari ngayon sa batch. Pero kung sino man yun, naaawa talaga ko kasi hindi ko ma-imagine kung bakit niya o nila gagawin yun except kung grabe yung reason, so baka, medyo gipit talaga sila ngayon at nahihiya lang silang humingi ng tulong sa iba. O kaya, baka kasi klepto sila (as in yung sakit na klepto hindi yung term lang)...so dapat silang ipatingin sa psychologist or something para hindi nila gagawin ulit yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaay... baka magsulat din ako ng something tungkol dito. Ang dami pang gagawin grabe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polishing at music na lang kami sa speech choir pero kahit na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time na lang ako mag-popost. Eto na muna for now. Nakakatamad din eh. Pagod kasi ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos na ang phase 1 ng mga problema ko...phase 2 naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang sandamukal na projects na i-denescribe ko sa inyo sa aking previous post, at ang N.A.T.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339564-114151886810745946?l=nakawalak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/feeds/114151886810745946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339564&amp;postID=114151886810745946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/114151886810745946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/114151886810745946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/2006/03/weekend-na-update-day.html' title='Weekend na! UPDATE DAY!'/><author><name>nakawalak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279922144253823822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339564.post-114129600336031044</id><published>2006-03-02T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T18:40:03.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bakit ang tagal ng weekend???</title><content type='html'>Haaaay...ang daming nangyari at ang dami kong dapat i-update sa aking mga loyal fans...katatapos lang ng D.A.T. kanina, nabigay na yung report card...blablabla...sana..sana..sana...pero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa weekend ko pa makwekwento lahat sa inyo...&lt;br /&gt;i-uupdate k lng yung "tag" part ng blog ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C' yah...&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/10339564-114129600336031044?l=nakawalak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/feeds/114129600336031044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339564&amp;postID=114129600336031044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/114129600336031044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/114129600336031044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/2006/03/bakit-ang-tagal-ng-weekend.html' title='Bakit ang tagal ng weekend???'/><author><name>nakawalak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279922144253823822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339564.post-114101013671460879</id><published>2006-02-27T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T11:15:36.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whaaaa! Tagal ko ng di nag-uupdate!</title><content type='html'>January 29, 2006...January 29, 2006...ang tagal na pala...ngek! Anong petsa na? Ang dami dami dami dami ng nangyari...s-summarize ko na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sinali ako ni Ma'am Banzon sa Reader's Digest Essay Writing Contest...at pinasa ko doon ang tungkol sa aking napaka-dramang nakaraan tungkol sa kung paano ko na-touch ang isang buhay ng tao....sob...sob...oh the drama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sinali din ako ni Ma'am Banzon sa declamation although mas gusto ko sa Poetry Writing Contest o Essay Writing Contest sa English Week. Kasalanan to' ni Kissin' Kate Barlow! Kayang kaya ko ang monologue...pero ang declamation???? Ngek! Patayan na! Hanggang ngayon di ko pa masyadong memorize yung piece ko...kahit na ba ako yung sumulat...di ko feel ang puro drama...gusto ko may konting humor...pero tingin ko kasi hindi yun pwede sa decla...oh my goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Marami-rami na ring articles ang nagawa at napasa at na-encode at na-edit para sa Dharmhaga (Darwin Magazine) na project namin sa Filipino. Pero kailangan ko pang gumawa ng mga articles at kailangan kong bilisan kasi kailangan ng masimulan ang pag-layout ng mag at mahirap yun kayalang di pa kami makapag-meeting kasi meron pa kaming project sa English: Speech Choir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ang speech choir namin! Pagkatapos ng sankaterbang sigawan, paluan, picturan, at kung ano-ano pa...matatapos na kami. Nagalit pa nga muna sa amin si Ma'am Banzon dahil hindi niya daw alam kung ano ang nagyayari sa Darwin dahil bilib siya sa amin sa Reverse Creation na project pero dito sa The Champion, bakit konti pa lang daw ang nagagawa? Kaya nag-cram na naman ang buong Darwin at prinaktis namin mula sa 9th (tama ba?) stanza hanggang sa 19th noong last last Saturday (Remember: ang tagal ko nang hindi na-uupdate tong blog.) sa bahay nina Remilyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatawa noong umaga kasi Dharmaga muna yung ginawa namin at noong lunch time na, lumabas kami kina Rem tapos nagpunta ng Jollibee. Kayalang bago kami makatapak sa loob ng Jollibee, may tinderang taga-McDo na namimigay ng mga Year of the Dog discount coupons nila kaya pagkapasok namin ng Jollibee...wala pang isang minuto, nag-walk out na kami. Tumawid kami sa kalye at pumasok sa McDo---na may discount coupons, aircon, at second floor---at umakyat kami sa second floor at didiretso na sana sa kaliwa dahil malaki yung space doon (at kalahati kami ng klase) kayalang na-realize namin na naka-reserve na pala yun para sa isang B-day party. Umupo na lamang kami malapit sa hagdan at sa Play Place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumating ang ilang myembro ng kabilang grupo (Anino Magazine) ---para sa praktis ng speech choir---sa McDo. Nandoon si Aleks, si Little Boy...at pareho sila ng outfit ni Ian! Iba talaga kapag mag-ama. Anyway, pinipilit naming maglaro si Aleks sa Play Place dahil alam naman naming gusto niya, at wala namang makakapansin na high school na siya dahil mukhang pang Grade 1 pa rin ang mukha niya. Kayalang ayaw ni Aleks. Tapos, pinapak ni Aleks ang manok ko! Napaka-PG! Sinabihan namin si Ian na pakainin naman niya yung anak niya...at sinabihan ko naman si Jobin na huwag niyang aagawan ng manok si Aleks dahil pati siya, pinapakyaw ang manok ko! Sus maryosep de garapon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, bumalik na rin kami sa bahay nina Remilyn pagkatapos ng ilan pang tawanan. Dahil naka-lock ang papasok sa rooftop, sa parking area muna kami nag-praktis kayalang may isang matanda na pinagsabihan kami at natutulog daw siya. Umakyat na lang kami sa apartment nina Rem at prinaktis ang voicing...masikip, pero wala kaming magagawa. Hindi rin kami pwedeng lumipat ng place kasi di papayagan si Pammy. Around 4pm, dumating na rin ang boy na may hawak ng susi ng rooftop...hay salamat...at nakapagpraktis na rin kami. Natapos namin ang 19 na stanzas ng The Champion kahit medyo barabara na. Pero at least may na-present kami kay Ma'am Banzon noong Monday...Ye-heeeeey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Magazine uli...sa Journ naman...gagawin namin itong Flip magazine (idea ko) at nagsimula na rin akong gumawa ng mga articles although may i-aassign na samin si Gianne (na siyang eic). Pero mula noong unang meeting, di pa kami nagkikita. Sinabi lang sa akin ni Gianne na na-assign na niya kung sino ang gagawa ng ganyan at ganto pagkatapos ng latest praktis namin sa speech choir at alas syete na ako sinundo ni Ma. Pareho kasi kaming naghihintay ni Gianne sa guard house. At ayan...sana maging maganda rin ang magazine namin sa Journ...unlike sa Fili...English naman ngayon sa Journ kasi English Writer ako...whaaaaaa...sana...sana...sana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Isa pang project sa English: Hindi ko pa nagagawa ang Amaterasu...or whatever...kung ano man yun. Pero bukod kasi sa Speech choir na The Champion, mag-susubmit din kami ng ppt presentation tungkol doon. Na-assign ko na ang lahat ng gagawin except yung kay Leah Sarah pero wala pa rin naman kaming nagagawa doon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Project sa A.P. Roleplaying ang project sa A.P. at dapat nga noong Monday kami nag-present kayalang nakalimutan namin na may project nga pala sa A.P. dahil sa dami ng ginagawa kaya noong nag-adlib presentation kami noong Monday...sabi ni Mam Nemi, sa Friday na lang daw kami mag-present. Monday next week na ngayon...walang pasok dahil sa mga ka-chorvahang nangyayari sa politika at sa militar...muntikan ng mag ka kudeta noong Friday kaya wala ring pasok...kaya on-hold lahat ng magyayari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. National Achievement Test. May bagong ka-chorvahan ang DepEd...30% ng grade namin sa card sa Science, Math, Fili, Eng, at A.P. based sa magiging score namin dito sa NAT...oh my goodness kailangan kong mag-aral dahil sobrang baba ko na ngayon... Meron akong napakalaking problema na na-apektuhan tuloy ang academics ko ng 3rd quarter...at di pa tapos ang problemang yun...sana...sana...sana...kailangang ko talaga mag-pawis ngayon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Darating ngayong araw na to ang Tita Cynthia ko na huli kong nakita noong baby pa ko, painter/artist siya sa States at siya ang pinakamatandang kapatid ni Papa...at darating nga siya ngayon...kasama ata ang husbang niyang American...at hindi ko alam ang sasabihin ko sa kanila. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Ano pa ba? Ahhhh! Hindi ko na kailangang maki-tula pa sa speech choir dahil ako na yung mag-pia-piano...at kaprapraktis ko lang, kani-kanina lang. Whaaaaa! Ang daming gagawin! Ang dami dami dami daming gagawin ngayong 4th quarter kayalang kailangan kong bumawi, kailangan kong mag-pawis. Whaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nahihilo na ko...tama na muna.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Hindi ako makakapunta sa praktis namin sa speech choir ngayon dahil nga sa Tita kong darating at walang maghahatid sa akin at di ako papayagang mag-commute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagod na akong mag-type. Kung may mga typo, later ko na lang i-eedit. Whew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339564-114101013671460879?l=nakawalak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/feeds/114101013671460879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339564&amp;postID=114101013671460879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/114101013671460879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/114101013671460879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/2006/02/whaaaa-tagal-ko-ng-di-nag-uupdate.html' title='Whaaaa! Tagal ko ng di nag-uupdate!'/><author><name>nakawalak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279922144253823822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339564.post-113852887484774284</id><published>2006-01-29T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T18:01:14.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Story of the Year&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;a href="http://www.lyriczz.com"&gt;www.lyriczz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthem Of Our Dying Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars will cry&lt;br /&gt;The blackest tears tonight&lt;br /&gt;And this is the moment that I live for&lt;br /&gt;I can smell the ocean air&lt;br /&gt;And here I am&lt;br /&gt;Pouring my heart onto these rooftops&lt;br /&gt;Just a ghost to the world&lt;br /&gt;That's exactly&lt;br /&gt;Exactly what I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From up here the city lights burn&lt;br /&gt;Like a thousand miles of fire&lt;br /&gt;And I'm here to sing this anthem&lt;br /&gt;Of our dying day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a second I wish the tide&lt;br /&gt;Would swallow every inch of this city&lt;br /&gt;As you gasp for air tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'd scream this song right in your face&lt;br /&gt;If you were here&lt;br /&gt;I swear I won't miss a beat&lt;br /&gt;Cause I never&lt;br /&gt;Never have before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From up here the city lights burn&lt;br /&gt;Like a thousand miles of fire&lt;br /&gt;And I'm here to sing this anthem&lt;br /&gt;Of our dying day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of our dying day&lt;br /&gt;Of our dying day&lt;br /&gt;Of our dying!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a second I wish the tide&lt;br /&gt;Would swallow every inch of this city&lt;br /&gt;And you gasp for air tonight!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From up here the city lights burn&lt;br /&gt;Like a thousand miles of fire&lt;br /&gt;And I'm here to sing this anthem&lt;br /&gt;Of our dying day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From up here the city lights burn&lt;br /&gt;Like a thousand miles of fire&lt;br /&gt;And I'm here to sing this anthem&lt;br /&gt;Of our dying day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From up here the city lights burn&lt;br /&gt;Like a thousand miles of fire&lt;br /&gt;And I'm here to sing this anthem&lt;br /&gt;Of our dying day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dying day&lt;br /&gt;Of our dying!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rant! Rant! Rant!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339564-113852887484774284?l=nakawalak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/feeds/113852887484774284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339564&amp;postID=113852887484774284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/113852887484774284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/113852887484774284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/2006/01/story-of-year-from-www.html' title=''/><author><name>nakawalak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279922144253823822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339564.post-113852746042706976</id><published>2006-01-29T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T14:09:47.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't think...can't sleep...can't write...</title><content type='html'>1. kasi...kasi...di ko masabi ang no.1 reason. ito rin ang dahilan kung bakit ang tagal ko ng di naka-update...sana...sana...sana...pa rin! "sana" mode pa rin ako ngayon. sobrang nakaka badtrip. sobra. sobra. sana. sana.&lt;br /&gt;2. sobrang sakit ng teeth ko...kapupunta lang namin sa dentist kahapon...every two months ang visit ko for my braces. propylaxis (tama ba spelling???) muna ginawa sa ngipin ko tapos, pinalitan na ng wire...mas makapal na ito at mas mahigpit kaya sumakit na uli teeth ko! back to stage one na naman ako...parang noong unang week na nilagay yung braces ko...ang dami kong gustong kainin pero di ko kaya...grrrr! hanggang sopas at crab and corn soup lang ako sa bahay dahil hindi ako kumakain ng lugaw at champorado (kung kanin na maraming sabaw ayaw ko na, mas lalo na yun! ayoko lang talaga! ako lang ata sa pamilya ang di kumakain ng lugaw at champorado.). sa school, baka mag-noodles lang ako...waaaah! papayat ako! astig...kayo ko pa ring tumawa...kahit na, kahit na...grrrr! di ko talaga kaya tong sabihin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...na-aadik ako sa "the collection" cd ni alanis morissette...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;a href="http://www.lyricalcontent.com"&gt;www.lyricalcontent.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;An &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;turned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ninety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;eight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;won&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lottery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;chardonnay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;row&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pardon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Isn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ironic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;paid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;t's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;advice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;would've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;... it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;figures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; It &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;packed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;suitcase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;kissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;waited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;damn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;flight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;crashed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Isn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ironic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;paid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;advice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;would've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;... it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;figures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sneaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; up on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;everything's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;everythings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;helping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;evertyhing's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;everthing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;blows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;traffic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A no-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;smoking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cigarette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; 10,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;spoons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;knife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;meeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; of my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;meeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ironic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ironic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;paid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;advice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;would've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;... it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;figures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sneaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; up on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;helping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Helping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my...isn't life so ironic...hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bakit kaya ganun? kaya ko pa ring tumawa at magpatawa kahit na depressed ako...hindi naman siguro depressed pero kinda somewhere there...at hindi naman halata ng mga tao na malungkot ako ngayon...laging end ng 3rd quarter-start ng 4th quarter ganto ko...sana di na toh' maulit next year...sana...sana...sana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maglalagay pa ako ng iba pang lyrics para sumaya naman ako...kahit konting ngiti lang...haaaay. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339564-113852746042706976?l=nakawalak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/feeds/113852746042706976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339564&amp;postID=113852746042706976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/113852746042706976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/113852746042706976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/2006/01/cant-thinkcant-sleepcant-write.html' title='can&apos;t think...can&apos;t sleep...can&apos;t write...'/><author><name>nakawalak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279922144253823822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339564.post-113775379606523778</id><published>2006-01-20T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T19:07:17.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tapos na perio! wheeeee!</title><content type='html'>Tapos na! Tapos na! Back to normal ang buhay...at ang tagal ko nang di nag-post...kakamiss. Anyway, ano na nga bang nangyari sa akin...this past few days? Uh...daming ginawa, di ko na matandaan. Ayoko rin namang pag-usapan ang perio dahil haaay...basta...na-prepressure ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masaya kanina after class, nagpunta kami sa McDo...since nagsimula yung perio dun na ako kumakain, at kanina, kasama ko sina Jang Geum, Fen, Teops, Hazelle, at iba pang Darwin-1 last year. Nandun din si Pammy, at himala dahil pinayagan siyang lumabas ng kanyang Mommy. Pero sayang, kasi nag-papicture pa ata sila. Birthday ni Enan ngayon...(Happy Birthday, Enan!)&lt;br /&gt;kayalang, sabi ni Kuya, aalis na daw yung service ng 12, kaya di na ko sumama. Bumalik na lang kami ni Fen sa school kasi service din si Fen. Kayalang, itong service ni Fen, ang tagal dumating (akala siguro wala nang sasabay kasi Friday, tapos na perio...gimikan na.), so napilitan siyang mag-commute. Pero bago nun, naratnan (Wow, "naratnan"...san ko nakuha yun?) namin si Ian R. at Iresh sa classroom so nakipag-kwentuhan muna kami sa kanila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diba mabango naman ang watermelon na cologne? Gusto ko yun eh...pati ung apple or cucumber scents...kayalang si Iresh, hindi agree...mabaho daw...masyadong matamis yung amoy. Ngeeee...eh siya nga yung spray ng spray ng sangkatutak na pabango eh. Hay, at least si Fen, gusto rin niya yun. Si Iresh naman, pinakita samen yung cologne nya ngayon, sosyalan, Victoria's Secret...mabango naman. Edi kuwento naman ako tungkol sa VS ko rin na gamit ngayon. Actually, kaya ko lang siya gamit kasi, uh, hindi pa siya ubos...pero mas gusto ko sana yung Vanilla scent...strawberries and champagne kasi yung ngayon. Sana rin, di pa napapang-regalo yung apple scent...gusto ko talaga yun! May stock kasi kami sa bahay ng VS na cologne, maraming binili si Tita Odette kasi mura lang siya sa States. Kaya yun. At ano ba tong mga pinagsasabi ko! Puro tungkol sa pabango!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagdating ko sa service, walang tao...actually, pumunta na ko sa service bago bumalik sa classroom kayalang, walang tao except si kuya so umalis ako. Pero pagka-balik ko, nasa labas na kasi yung service, eh tapos sina J.Lo at Kevin nag-McDo lang sandali kaya sumakay na ko at nag-commute na si Fen. Napadaan sina Leahsa at Ronah at nakisakay muna sila at nakinig sa iPod mini ko habang nagbabasa ako ng binaon ko na candy mag. I had a feeling na kakailanganin ko yun so dinala ko. Sina Leah naman, pupunta kasi si Ronah sa house ni Leah, kasi, uh, wala lang. Wala silang magawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yun...buti nga gawa ngayon ang iPod ko, kelangan na kasi ng battery kaya paminsan, namamatay siya ng kusa at di bumubukas kahit na ba ka-chacharge pa lang. One and a half year na pala akong may iPod, ngayon ko lang na-realize, at napadali ang aking pakikinig ng musika (Naks! Dramela na naman...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaninang umaga habang tintignan ko ang listahan ng talasalitaan ni Avril, may nakita akong bagong term para sa kakosa/katoto/kaibigan...at sinabi ko ito kay Pammy at sinimulan na namin ang pagtawag sa isa't-isa na "O, kamusta na, Kabaka!" imbis na, "Kamusta na, kakosa!" kayalang dumating si Carla kasama ang notes ng may notes at ang isang Filipino dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaaway ang ibig sabihin doon ng "kabaka"... at sa notebook naman ni monica...LOL..."struggling" ang ibig sabihin nito. Nawala ang bago naming term for kakosa...haaay...sayang...pero sabi ni Avril, nakuha daw niya yung meaning sa diksyo din...sino kaya sa kanila ang tama? Ano ba talga ang ibig sabihin ng kabaka? Kaibigan, kaaway, o...oh my goodness..."struggling"? Kailangang ko itong i-research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko talagang pag-usapan ang perio...at naiinis ako kina Ma for trying to talk about it. Kasi, kapag nasa bahay ako, ayoko isipin ang academics...nakaka-stress (parang commercial ang linyang toh'.) , kaya hindi ko na ito i-memention, naghahanap lang ako ng iba pang topic na puwede kong maisulat dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! May praktis kami bukas kina Pammy ng radio drama although di ko lang alam kung pano ko mag-cocommute papunta dun. Magkikta kami sa McDo ng 9am. Whooo...ang aga. Kelangang ko nga palang i-print ang script at mag-isip na ng puwedeng mga ka-ekek...unang-una kaming mag-peperform (sa Wednesday) kaya kelangan maganda talaga, hindi mukhang minadali...kahit na ba cramming nga to dahil ang dami talagang gagawin. Buti nga at walang praktis ng The Champion bukas, kundi puputok na ko. Sana maging maganda presentation namin. I-eedit ko pa yung script kasi bitin...^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana payagan ako bukas ng gabi sa concert kina Joana, (although si Aya ang nagbalita sakin na-iniinvite ako), ang tagal ko na silang di nakikita at di ko pa nabibigay ang birthday (Aya) at Christmas gifts nila. Haaay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited na rin ako sa Sunday dahil manunuod kami ng Narnia (Pero HP pa rin ako forever! Haha!), at Memoirs of a Geisha...bakit laging out of stock ang Memoirs??? Sabi ko na nga ba, dapat matagl ko ng binili yun. Ano pa ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret! Di ko kayang sabihin toh' sa isang public blog...^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta sana!!! Yun lang. Teehee...^_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay, teka! Alam niyo ba...nag-commute ako nung Wednesday pauwi...mag-isa! At I'm not sure kung matagal na kong di nag-cocommute mag-isa or di pa talaga, pero medyo kinabahan ako...kahit na ba FX yun at isang sakay lang. Bwiset kasi na journ yan, pinagsulat kami ng sports news! Waaaaah! Buti sana kung editorial or feature, pero sports??? NEWS??? No way! At hindi lang yun, dapat 10:30 start ng exam para mga 12 tapos na kami (mas mahaba kasi di objective test, sports news nga.) Kayalang, wala si Sir at sabi niya kunin na lang namin yung perio kina Ate Hana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-nxt namin si Sir at tinanong kung puwedeng bukas na lang kasi dalawa lang naman ang exams namin nun. Kayalang, sabi nya...3rd year daw bukas so, no choice kami. Mga 11:15 na rin kami naka-simula because of all the fuss...buti na lang kami mamimili ng sports. Volley pinili ko kasi medyo familiar ako dun kasi nanonood ako ng Shakey's V-League...badminton sana kayalang nung nakita ko yung data na gagawing news...ngek...napag-isip-isip ko, mahirap ata toh. Natapos kami, surprise, surprise...quarter to two! Obviously, iniwan na ako ng service kasi 12 naman yun umaalis at sabi ni Ma, di ako masusundo ni Pa, so no choice ako. Mas gusto ko namang mag-commute kasi, ewan, di ko lang masyadong gusto sinusundo ni Pa. Ayun. At tapos ang kuwento.&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/10339564-113775379606523778?l=nakawalak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/feeds/113775379606523778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339564&amp;postID=113775379606523778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/113775379606523778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/113775379606523778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/2006/01/tapos-na-perio-wheeeee.html' title='tapos na perio! wheeeee!'/><author><name>nakawalak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279922144253823822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339564.post-113655172811003891</id><published>2006-01-06T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T20:48:48.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday na! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!</title><content type='html'>Haaaaaay! Tagal ko na naman di naka-post! Since kailan ba? New Year? O, before pa??? Waaaah! Pasukan na naman...ang daming gagawin...tutututut...pero ok lang, di tulad last year, pagbalik ko...ang tamad ko...Christmas hangover kasi...pero ngayon, sinipag ako. 98 ang masterpiece mask ko sa mapeh kahit tabingi yung labi! Yey!!! Haha! Nasubmit ko lahat ng kelangan...at nagawa lahat ng kelangan! Yey! Ang saya kapag di nag-cracram...tapos pinapanood mo lang mga klasmeyts mo, nag-cracram sa ganyan at sa ganto...nag-hahanap ng figurine sa mapeh dahil walang may balak gumawa ng mask. Haha! Relax!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iba concentration ngayon. Timing na timing sa sankaterbang hw, quizzes, LT, projects, class projects, at sa darating na english week at perio...parang bumabati ng Happy (Happy???!!!) New Year!!! Welcome back sa Kisay...reminder: bawal mag-relax, matulog, at tumahimik!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang sankaterba ding torotot at kung ano-anong paingay ang bumati pagbalik ko ng school!!! Ang saya! Happy New Year!!! Biro mo, lahat ng tao, back to multi-tasking: gawa ng seatwork...daldal...seatwork uli...daldal...magrerecite...daldal...makakatulog...gigisingin...pagkagising, daldal uli!!! Yessssssss...mga kakosa, iba talaga ang bagong taon...may nilagay akong bagong poem sa intro ng bloggie...back to school na back to school ang dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my goodness! Practice na naman bukas para sa sppech choir...sa bahay ko muna...tapos diretsuhan na sa eco park...sus maryosep de garapon! Tapos kelangan pa namin humanap ng oras para mag-praktis para sa bio...tsaka sa radio drama. Pagkatapos pa naman ng perio yun...pero wala na kaming time magpraktis pag review week na. Waaaaaah! Ang dami pang gagawin. Akala mo, mangiyak-ngiyak ka na. Konti na lang, puputok ka na sa sobrang dami ng iniisip. Buti na lang, kahit san ka lumingon...may kaibigan diyang kasabay mo sa mahabang kalbaryo sa buhay. Kasabay mong mag-cracram...iiyak...malulunkot...&lt;br /&gt;magdadabog...magmamakaawa...at higit sa lahat, kasabay mong hahalakhak na parang walang katapusan ang kasiyahan sa mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamayca: Pano mo malalaman kung babae o lalaki yung nasa loob ng cr?&lt;br /&gt;darwin-2: Pano?&lt;br /&gt;Jamayca: Hihintayin mong lumabas!!!!&lt;br /&gt;darwin-2: Wahahahahahahaha! Corny! (Pero tuloy pa rin ang halakhakan.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;^_*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339564-113655172811003891?l=nakawalak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/feeds/113655172811003891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339564&amp;postID=113655172811003891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/113655172811003891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/113655172811003891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/2006/01/friday-na-yeah-yeah-yeah.html' title='Friday na! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!'/><author><name>nakawalak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279922144253823822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339564.post-113573588975908696</id><published>2005-12-28T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T10:11:29.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE!!!</title><content type='html'>Anong petsa na ba? 28th na ata...hmmm...kelangan ko na magsimula sa hw...ililista ko lang ang things to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. memorize "The Champion"&lt;br /&gt;2. gawin ang hw sa bio at i-refresh na rin ang memory...baka mag-test pagbalik.&lt;br /&gt;3. magbasa-basa na rin sa geom dahil definitely may tast...kahit sa 5 pa...&lt;br /&gt;4. gumawa ng mask para sa mapeh...buti na lang artsy mood ako ngayon kundi baka tamarin akong gawin ito.&lt;br /&gt;5. sports blabla sa journ...will ask someone kung pano ulit?&lt;br /&gt;6. gawin ang hw sa comp although nakalimutan ko na kung pano ito flino-flowchart.&lt;br /&gt;7. baka gumawa rin ako ng isa pang mini bloggie at dun ko itatambak ang lahat ng tungkol sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;8. kwekwento ko na ang nangyari mula ng gabi ng 24th noong nakabalik na ako ng Greenbelt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun nga, nag-shopping kami...it took some time to convince ma na sa Greenbelt kami mamili dahil:&lt;br /&gt;1. maganda ang atmosphere dun.&lt;br /&gt;at&lt;br /&gt;2. nandun lahat ng kelan ko pupuntahan which are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Powerbooks Live!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ummm...basta yung music store dun, Tower Records ata yun...di ako sure eh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seafood Club (Red Crab!!! Yey!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yun lang naman ang pupuntahan ko pero namilit pa rin ako kasi gusto ko talaga ng cd ng Yellowcard...at kelangan ko bumili ng books!!! Haaay...bookworm talaga ako.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, kumain muna kami ni Tita Odette sa Red Crab...mmmm...ang sarap talaga ng crabs...at...uh...ang sarap din ng chocolate fondue nila! YUM!!! crabs and chocoate, the best food in the world. Tapos, nag-ikot din kami ni Tita Odette sa mga shops although wala akong binili kahit na ba tinatanong niya ko kung anong gusto kong shoes at gusto ko ng flats...pink or or blue flats pero wala naman akong nakitang ganoon so...sabi ko kay tita odette wag na lang.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Iniwanan niya ako sa Powerbooks, mga 1 PM na ata nun...at doon talaga ako nagtagal...ang dami kong gustong bilhin! Bawat libro ata sa young reader's section tinignan ko...at nagtagal din ako sa Meg Cabot books dahil feel ko talaga ang mga romantic comedies ngayon lalo na ang love-hate relationships lalo na kung parang Draco-Hermione...LOL...Harry-Hermione ako dati kayalang nung nabasa ko HBP...nagbago isip ko at pinabayaan ko na si Harry sa piling ni Ginny (sa &lt;em&gt;piling ni Ginny&lt;/em&gt;??? ang baduy ng term!!! LOL!!!)...ayoko kay Ron, no offense, he's the sidekick and the funny guy, kayalang...ewan! Ayoko lang silang dalawa ni Hermione. So...nag-settle kay...ehem..ehem...kay Draco! Teehee! Boto kayo sa polls ha...pati si Luna nilagay ko dun...haha! As if! Ang layo!!! ANYWAY, back to what happened:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the end, di na ko bumili ng Meg Cabot...may nakita kasi akong book na...haaaaay...gusto ko talagang basahin!!! Ito yung BLOODLINE by Kate Cary...tungkol siya sa vampires! Yeeeeh...Christmas na Christmas...pero anyway, binili ko pa rin yung book dahil love story din siya!!! Kilig!!! Vampire love story! Yey! Bumili rin ako ng tatlo pang Madison Finn na books...matagal na kong nagbabasa nang MadFinn...grade seven pa...na-attract kasi ako sa books na yun kasi grade seven din si Madison...kaya yun...at bumili ako ng book ni E.L. Konigsburg na nakalimutan ko na yung title pero exciting kasi tungkol siya sa kung bakit pi-naint ni Leonardo da Vinci si Mona Lisa...version ni E.L. yun...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, dapat bibili pa ko, isang book sana ni Sharon Creech at yung unang book sa The Mediator Series ni Meg Cabot...pero mahal kasi yung Bloodline...hardbound so naisip ko next time na lang. Nakalimutan ko nga pala sabihin na pagdating namin sa Greenbelt although sabi ni Ma na maraming tao kasi 24 na at naghahabol ang mga tao para sa noche buena at bukas...walang tao...taghirap ngayon...so na-guilty ako na bumili pa ng iba. Bibili pa naman ako ng mga cd...hmmm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nung babayaran na namin ni Ma yung books ko...naisip ko yung Memoirs of a Geisha at sabi ko kay Ma, kung pwede, last na talaga??? Pumayag siya kayalang, out of stock! Wow! Dami sigurong naghahabol magbasa nun tulad ko before ipalabas sa sine...teehee! Pumunta muna kami sa candy store para sunduin si Louise, Tita Odette at Ate Judith at bumili ako ng Jelly Belly. Yum! Ang takaw ko talaga! Dumiretso na kami sa music store at out of stock pa rin ang Yellowcard! HMPH! Iba na lang ang binili ko: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alanis Morisette the Collection&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kelly Clarkson/Breakaway&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;6cyclemind/Permission to Shine...wala pa ko nung unang album nila so yun muna.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;At yun, masaya na ko dahil kumpleto na ang gifts sa kin ni Ma...bumili muna si Tita Odette ng ice cream sa Cold Rock (Tama ba pangalan nung shop???) at nagustuhan ko ang double chocolate nila although di ko type cheese chuva flavor nila...haaay...at umuwi na kami.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ang traffic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mga 4:30 kami nakaalis ng Greenbelt at mga 5:15 nakapunta sa may Batasan...expected since malayo ang Makati...at nagkamali si Ma ng daan...napunta kami sa long cut...nag-grocery pa si Ma sa Robinsons sandali sa lagay na yun. Pero pagdating namin sa Batasan where usually 10-15 mins. na East Fairview na kami...ang traffuc!!! At mga 6:30 na kami nakauwi sa bahay...pinakinggan ko agad ang mga bago kong cds...mrami na naman akong ilalagay sa iPod mini ko! Yey! Di na ako makatiis at kinuha ko na ang Bloodline at nagbasa...whoooooh...spooky...Dracula type story set durin WW I...1916...wheeeee...astig... habang nagbabasa ako, naririnig ko ang mga nangangaroling sa labas dahil promise nga ni Tita Odette na mamimigay sila sa 24...at ang ironic ng situation dahil sa binabasa ko.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Di ako masyadong nag-dinner kasi may balak pa kong mag-noche buena mamaya...dinuguan ang ulam at isa ito sa favorite ko kayalang...gusto ko pa mag-pasta mamaya so kinontrol ko muna sarili at nabasa na lang uli. Di ko na namalayan ang oras...sobrang engrossed ako sa pagbabasa...pagbaba ko for noche buena...si Ma na lang ang gising. Wala talaga sa Christmas mood ang mga tao! Anyway, pinagluto pa rin ako ni Ma ng carbonara sauce dahil spaghetti sauce ang niluto...wala pa sa sarili ang mga tao dahil carbonara na yung sinabi ko kanina...haaay...spoiled talaga ako!!! Tama si Mrs. Ongsiako, ang aking piano teacher ng sinabi niyang spoiled brat ako...teehee! Lungkot at wala akong piano lessons this sem. kasi baka mabungo sa school activities...saya kasi di ko kelangan mag-practice. Ang gulo ni Louise dito ngayon...di ako makasulat ng maayos. Haaay...ano kaya kung nagkaroon talaga ako ng kapatid??? Hmmm...good question.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, pagising ko, nagsimba agad kami...actually late na ko nagising at sobrang lamig ng atmosphere nung naligo ako buti na lang may water heater. Haaay...dumating na ang mga relatives namin sa mother side bago pa kami magsimba so sumama na rin sila. Reunion!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pagbalik namin dumating na rin ang relatives sa father side. Pero wala ako sa holiday mood talaga so nag-lock na lang ako ng kuwarto at nagbasa ng Bloodline. Bumaba rin ako para kumain at magbukas ng gifts at lagyan ng kanyang brand new cutics ang pinsan kong si Emmanie na anak ni Tito Roy na younger brother ni Ma...pero mas matanda sakin si Emoy-18 na siya-pero dahil isa akong manicurista, ako ang naglagay ng cutics sa kanya. Bumaba rin ako para magmano sa lahat at kumain uli at makinig sa mga kuwento ni Mommy, ang madaldal kong Lola na Mommy ni Pa...pero she insists na we all call her mommy dahil ayaw niya ng Lola. EEEEEEW! Hindi daw siya matanda. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si Mommy rin ang nagpahiram ng Kissin' Kate Barlow costume ko at ang taga-gawa ng pinakamasarap na putahe especially dinuguan...siya rin ang pinaka-alembong/adik sa makeup/fashion/telebabad na Lola na kilala ko...at siya na lang ang natitira sa mga grandparents ko...malakas pa siya, in fairness, kalaro ko pa nga siya sa badminton dati...at marami pa siyang trabaho at negosyo. Idol! Anyway, natapos na rin ang kainan/bukasan ng gifts/kuwentuhan so nag-uwian na silang lahat. At natapos ko na ang Bloodline. ASTIG! Kuwento ko na lang sa susunod. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Manunuod sana kami ng sine nung Monday kayalang puno ang SM Fairview...nagkatamaran na at humiram na lang kami ng VCD at DVD sa ACA Video...ang cute talaga ng Princess Diaries II...mas gusto ko siya sa I...gusto ko na rin basahin yung kay Meg Cabot. Wala namang nagyari kahapon except nanuod ako ng Van Helsing sa HBO...ugh...namatay si Kate Beckinsale...tinapos ko na ang dalawa pang MadFinn na books, sinisimulan ko na ang pangatlo...at nakinig ako ng Kelly Clarkson at nag-online ng kaunti tungkol sa Bloodline. Adik ako sa vampire stuff today. Bagay talaga ang pagkapili ko ng layout ng blog ko...gothic na gothic...medieval talaga. Teehee! At mamaya-maya...magsisimula na akong mag-homework...ARGH...dapat di na sila nagbigay. Lalo na yung sa comp, ayoko yun gawin. Teehee...pero kelangan. Yun lang muna ngayon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;^_*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339564-113573588975908696?l=nakawalak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/feeds/113573588975908696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339564&amp;postID=113573588975908696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/113573588975908696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/113573588975908696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/2005/12/update.html' title='UPDATE!!!'/><author><name>nakawalak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279922144253823822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339564.post-113538367719213668</id><published>2005-12-24T07:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T08:21:17.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today is the 24th!!!</title><content type='html'>hahahahahaha! 24 na! Yey! Shopping day! Day before christmas! Food! Food! Food! Yey!!! Makakakuha na rin ng loot bags ang mga nangangaroling...namimigay sina tita ng Mcdo bags at adidas cards??!! Ewan! Basta mamimigay sila...rinding-rindi ako kagabi kasi pare-pareho lang yung kinakanta nila. Pero okay lang kasi once every year lang naman yan...at nakatulog ako dahil doon! Mga 9:30 pm na tuloy ako naka-dinner, pero okay lang din kasi kasabay ko sina mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang dami nilang gifts (natangap nila, I mean.). At karamihan dun...FOOD!!! Kaya ako laging tumataba pagkatapos ng Christmas vacation eh...di ko matiis...at may dala pang Hershey's kisses na mint si Ma. Pasalubong daw ng boss niyang galing States. Heehee! YUM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di nga pala ako naka-online kahapon kasi kinuha ni pa ung cord na pang-internet (ano nga bang tawag dun?) tas pinagawa niya. Sinama niya si Louise pati si Ate Juju (Nasanay na kong juju...si Louise kasi di pa kayang i-pronounce yung Judith.) pero di na ako sumama kasi alam ko naman na ma-bobore lang ako tsaka...mag-shoshopping rin naman ako bukas (I mean, ngayon.). Di rin naman ako makaka-shop kapag si pa ang kasama ko. Usually, trip sa ace hardware...you know, boys' stuff. HMPH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no offense, pero...di kasi ako masyadong na-eexcite sa mga tools and cars...except dun sa cd/radio/mp3 part ng kotse. Heehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...gumawa ako ng poll...haha! Harry Potter-ish mood talaga ako ngayon...at intriga si Draco...my goodness, death eater na...asenso kina Lord Voldy! Teeheehee...at thank you talaga sa Mugglenet at mga gumawa nung avatars...heehee...mas makulay na ang blog ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun lang...binabasa ni kakosang Pam blog ko ngayon. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339564-113538367719213668?l=nakawalak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/feeds/113538367719213668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339564&amp;postID=113538367719213668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/113538367719213668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/113538367719213668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/2005/12/today-is-24th.html' title='today is the 24th!!!'/><author><name>nakawalak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279922144253823822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339564.post-113522687495928444</id><published>2005-12-22T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T12:47:54.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pasko na naman...o kay tulin ng araw!</title><content type='html'>Tama ba lyrics ko? Well, ganoon kasi yung naririnig ko every night...at talagang naririndi na ko! Siguro mga naka-twenty times ng sinabi ng iba-ibang members ng bahay na toh' na "bumalik na lang kayo sa pasko!" pero makulit pa rin sila! Gumawa pa kasi ng loot bags ung tita ko para sa mga nangangaroling pero...uh...naubos na ata kaya sa pasko na lang daw magbalikan lahat. Para isahang bigay na lang nga naman. Anyway, wala pa kong nagagawa sa mga homeworks!!! Kasi naman sobra talagang nakakatamad. Sana...sipagin ako...sana...sana...sana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aalis kami sa weekend! Yey! Makakalabas ako! San kaya magandang pumunta na mall? SHOPPING!!! Yeah! Ang dami ko ng bagong damit so okay na siguro yun. Pero gusto ko talaga ng Yellowcard na cd! Pero laging walang available! Saan ba makakabili noon? Lahat na ata ng music store pinuntahan na namin. Kailangan bang hintaying ko pa yung bago nilang cd bago magkaroon ng stock ng luma nila? Hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At syempre, dahil bookworm ako, chance ko na toh' para makabili ng maraming bago. Yey! Teka, oo nga pala, tuloy ba yung movie review na pinapagawa ni sir sangel? Kasi di ko pa rin maisip kung anong movie yung papanoorin ko...hmmm? Ano kaya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaay...na-didistract ako sa tv...palabas kasi ang mona lisa smile sa HBO...gusto ko kasi yung mga teacher-inspiring films na ganun pero...mga ilang beses ko na rin napanood yan, kayalang haaay...di pa rin maiwasan sa katitingin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto na muna ngayon susulat ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hihihihihihihihihihi....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko ng Cadbury chocolate! At ng m&amp;m's! At ng Hershey's! At ng Maltes----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, yun lang!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339564-113522687495928444?l=nakawalak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/feeds/113522687495928444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339564&amp;postID=113522687495928444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/113522687495928444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/113522687495928444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/2005/12/pasko-na-namano-kay-tulin-ng-araw.html' title='pasko na naman...o kay tulin ng araw!'/><author><name>nakawalak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279922144253823822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339564.post-113514148700483938</id><published>2005-12-21T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T12:29:58.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah...bio forever people!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ANO ang sinabi sa kin ni pa bago siya umalis? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ces, may ituturo ako sayong technique para magustuhan mo mag-aral ng biology."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness!!! Paskong pasko people! At bio pa rin...bio pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try some conversation here:&lt;br /&gt;me: Pano?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;pa: (kinuha ang medical chuva ek-ek book) Basabasahin mo to'...para mas maintindihan mo ang importance ng bio, basahin mo ung tungkol sa mga naging dating sakit...(ngeeeeee?)&lt;br /&gt;me: uhhuh...&lt;br /&gt;pa: ok&lt;br /&gt;me: (louder) uhhuh...&lt;br /&gt;pa: ok, aalis muna ko...&lt;br /&gt;me: (nagbasa ng tungkol sa mollusks sa bio book, tinakpan ang mukha..in other words) ok!&lt;br /&gt;pa: bye&lt;br /&gt;me: bye! (YEEEEEEEEESSSSS!!!! Wala akong kaagaw sa Internet.)&lt;br /&gt;(sumara ung door sa room...mamaya-maya, binuksan na ung gate...at umalis na si pa.)&lt;br /&gt;(nagbasa muna ko ng "How Tia Lola Came To Stay" ~cute ng story pero di pa ko tapos~ at bumaba na ako para mag-internet!!!! Yey!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaay...pero kailangan ko pa rin mag-aral sa bio at sa ibang subjects...3rd quarter kasi bumababa grades ko dahil holiday season pero wala na dapat excuses ngayon! Kelangan darwin pa rin ako ng yr. or better...so kelangan consistent...eh, wala ako sa top ten nung first quarter...kelangang bumawi people! bawi tayo mga kakosa!!! At mahirap maging consistent sa geometry, kelangan ganun pa rin grade ko...hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailangang mag-aral! Oh my goodness, kahit sobrang nakakatamad! If only kasing sipag ko si Elizer...my goodness...hobby niya ata ang mag-aral...di ko yun carry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero mag-babasa rin ako sa AP...at wala akong natututunan...no offense...pero nasan na ba si Mam Capinpin???&lt;br /&gt;People???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helloooooooooooooo???&lt;br /&gt;Haaaay...Ilang days na lang before Christmas???&lt;br /&gt;Tralalalalalalala...angels we have heard on high...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo nga pala, every night...mabibingi ka sa mga nangangaroling...my goodness! sentonado pa! Yun lang naman...except...nagulo ako sa pagbabasa ng Harry Potter 6 (for the ten-millionth time)...haaaay....buhay nga naman...^_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339564-113514148700483938?l=nakawalak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/feeds/113514148700483938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339564&amp;postID=113514148700483938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/113514148700483938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/113514148700483938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/2005/12/yeahbio-forever-people.html' title='yeah...bio forever people!'/><author><name>nakawalak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279922144253823822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10339564.post-113505608072546347</id><published>2005-12-20T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T13:18:05.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new bloggie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 10 billion years...exagg...pero...haaaaay! Finally, sinipag na rin akong gumawa ng bagong bloggie! Yey! Pinaghirapan ko toh...at naghanap pa talaga ko sa blogskins para lang fit sa Emily Rose theme ko. Grabe! Proud ako! Tagal ko toh ginawa kasi tagal na rin nung last akong gumamit ng html...yang bwiset na tagboard site, nag-hang pa...grrrrrr! Eh di ko pa na save sa blogger ung i-nedit ko...edi umulit pa ko! grrrrr! Sayang sa oras at net card! Hmph! Pero ok lang...worth it naman eh...teka muna...nag-wowork na ba yung tag board? Kung wala pa dyan sa 'Tag'...pasensyahan muna...comment na lang kayo dito. Comment kayo ha...kahit im nyo lang muna ko...tagal ko ng walang blog! Kakamiss...been very lazy and busy! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*mga kakosang darwinians...wahahahahahahaha...may bloggie na rin ulit si Kissin' Kate Barlow! Yeah! Delicioso! Moi(mwah)! Tralalalalalalala! OT ko...hehe...^_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Oh my goodness! My friendster pic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3331/795/200/wahahahaha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10339564-113505608072546347?l=nakawalak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/feeds/113505608072546347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10339564&amp;postID=113505608072546347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/113505608072546347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10339564/posts/default/113505608072546347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nakawalak.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-bloggie.html' title='new bloggie'/><author><name>nakawalak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18279922144253823822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
