<?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-16191794</id><updated>2011-06-02T00:25:17.196+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Tabachingching Speaks, listen!</title><subtitle type='html'>Bored beings, as stupid as they are, should survive. Their boredom was too great, and because of this, they resorted to calling an angel "tabachingching". Thus the birth of this blog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>217</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-2861295490719167776</id><published>2008-08-25T11:33:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T11:42:15.083+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;closing off&lt;/strong&gt; this blog, but I'm &lt;strong&gt;not deleting&lt;/strong&gt; it. I had so much fun reading previous entries that I think I should not close this off. I'm opening another one at:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fakingawhistle.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://fakingawhistle.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Take Care, Minna!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-2861295490719167776?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/2861295490719167776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=2861295490719167776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/2861295490719167776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/2861295490719167776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-closing-off-this-blog-but-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-3508216064280872961</id><published>2008-08-10T11:42:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T11:46:07.769+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Current addiction: Bananas and Canon Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current frustration: English paper on genetically modified organisms and Failure to download canon rock on the PC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current wish: Could somebody please give me a copy of canon rock mp3? PLEASE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~! Thank you(&gt;_&lt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-3508216064280872961?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/3508216064280872961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=3508216064280872961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/3508216064280872961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/3508216064280872961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2008/08/current-addiction-bananas-and-canon.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-8942253973719363687</id><published>2008-08-09T11:34:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T12:00:08.896+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've come to the conclusion that I thrive on pressure. Not only me, but lots of others coming from the same high school as I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I last became pressured as I was last Thursday/Friday. I had to pass four outlines for English (due to my negligence &gt;_&lt;), and I bloody well wrote a dozen yellow pad pages, back to back, scratches/rewriting not counted, until 2 am. Haha. Even under now, my right hand feels weird whenever I write something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, pressure. I missed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not alone, either. Midterms are coming, so I guess it is time to be pressured (GCs only, I guess, so GCs are thriving nowadays). Clariza admits she missed the pressure, too. PSHS could never be PSHS without the daily pressures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. I missed it. I bet you do too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-8942253973719363687?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/8942253973719363687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=8942253973719363687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/8942253973719363687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/8942253973719363687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-come-to-conclusion-that-i-thrive-on.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-1705824680685015013</id><published>2008-08-07T09:04:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T09:07:34.952+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a quick post, since I'm supposed to be taking a bath already to go to school - I just took a snatch in the internet from my mom's laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I now confirm that I work best when I fight with someone. I'm most productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a bitch, right? Argh. I seriously need attitude control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-1705824680685015013?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/1705824680685015013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=1705824680685015013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/1705824680685015013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/1705824680685015013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-quick-post-since-im-supposed-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-1947520477373316572</id><published>2008-08-03T03:33:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T03:44:15.383+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yssa's wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came home from Chiara's 18th birthday party. It was so cool - the place was cool, the program's okay, Chiara's dress(es) are great, and the food (my first time to eat roasted turkey and lamb!) was just awesome. Drinks too. It was my first time to attend a party with alcoholic drinks, and my first time to actually see people I know, and are about my age, throwing up and getting wasted and whatnot. So cool (&gt;_&lt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just drank around 7 shots, which is mostly tequila. I stopped when I got a headache, sort of. I don't have a high resistance to alcohol. But there are people getting wasted everywhere (so not gonna mention names). Eye-opener for an ignorant girl (T___T)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-1947520477373316572?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/1947520477373316572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=1947520477373316572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/1947520477373316572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/1947520477373316572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2008/08/yssas-wasted.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-4771812291570983984</id><published>2008-07-29T18:53:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T19:35:35.993+09:00</updated><title type='text'>New Purpose in Life?</title><content type='html'>I just realized, though I've bet a long time ago, that I'm a night person. My brain functions best nearing midnight, right after Pinoy Dream Academy (&gt;_&lt;)V. No, really. For the past week, I've been sleeping past 12, which is not really good considering that my skin is prone to pimples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, my mother made us write everything that we want to happen in our life. I wrote a lot, but my mom said it should be detailed, so I guess I should write more. I'm sharing this because it made me feel like I have direction. Not so much a purpose in life, but a general sense of where I am heading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully someone (anyone &gt;___________&lt;) who reads this could to this. Try it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-4771812291570983984?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/4771812291570983984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=4771812291570983984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/4771812291570983984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/4771812291570983984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-purpose-in-life.html' title='New Purpose in Life?'/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-3631136643231618205</id><published>2008-07-28T20:01:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T20:03:16.213+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I learned how to deal with stress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T DEAL WITH IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-3631136643231618205?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/3631136643231618205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=3631136643231618205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/3631136643231618205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/3631136643231618205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-learned-how-to-deal-with-stress-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-3462485306696877069</id><published>2008-07-26T00:31:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T00:36:48.088+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogging without a purpose is one of my illnesses, and I'm doing it right now. Reading fanfics is an antidote, but it is an illness in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blabbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making a fanfic. I know I swore a year/two years? ago that I would never, never put my fingers on a keypad and start writing again (Pen fanfic writing, or writing for that matter, was never effective with me), but... um... well, I found Fai too irresistable. LOL, kidding. It's just that I found another character to play with. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, guess what I was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've cured this disease last year, but it's back. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is the cure to fanfic addiction? Do we have a rehabilitation center for one? Coz seriously, I want off. But I love Fai. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-3462485306696877069?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/3462485306696877069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=3462485306696877069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/3462485306696877069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/3462485306696877069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2008/07/blogging-without-purpose-is-one-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-4804292823803793494</id><published>2008-07-20T13:48:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T14:07:29.501+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's sort of funny, for my brother to be involved in something like this, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, my brother had been very irritable. At first I thought that he was angry at me, because I love annoying the hell out of him. But it seems he's got some thingy-majingers running on his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that his crush last year still has a crush on him, and he still likes her a little. My cousin said that he was thinking on how to dump the girl, but it seems the contrary to me. He keeps asking me things like "Do you have a crush?" "Have you ever had fallen in love?" or "Do you wish you have a boyfriend?" I bet he's confused on whether he should go for it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the person to ask for those kinds of things. David and I have the same mindset, and that is no romance and all study. Yep, we've turned to nerds, thanks to our mom who said we should not have a boyfriend/girlfriend while we are studying. I understand that, but sometimes I wonder how it feels to have a boyfriend. To be frank, I want to try it once before graduating college, but seeing that I have a scholarship to maintain, I don't think I'll be able to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've decided to ignore everyone coming my way. I don't want to make paasa anyone, so might as well ignore. Hopefully the message is understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my brother... haha... I guess I'll look on what he's plan of action would be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-4804292823803793494?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/4804292823803793494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=4804292823803793494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/4804292823803793494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/4804292823803793494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-sort-of-funny-for-my-brother-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-8574606580338874629</id><published>2008-07-17T10:00:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T10:05:17.388+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think the typhoon's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love rain/cold weather. Clothes for cold weather are so cool (no pun intended &gt;_&lt;), and well, now that the typhoon's gone, it's warm again. hot, even. Augh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mantra: [*shopping. shopping*] Money for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-8574606580338874629?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/8574606580338874629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=8574606580338874629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/8574606580338874629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/8574606580338874629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-think-typhoons-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-945136763695567135</id><published>2008-07-11T20:40:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T20:45:10.774+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fai is the most tragic character I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fai is the most tragic character I've ever obsessed with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Fai~~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, [we] just came from an Oblation briefing. And I just realized that I could fail PE and I won't lose the scholarship, which is total relief. Because to pass, we have to average 70 points each game in DUCK PIN BOWLING. I wouldn't mind if that was ten pin, but no~~~~~~~~, coz duck pin is actually harder than ten pin. Last game got me... *drumroll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45 points.&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I was worrying about losing my scholarship because of PE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-945136763695567135?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/945136763695567135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=945136763695567135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/945136763695567135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/945136763695567135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2008/07/fai-is-most-tragic-character-ive-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-306639026272811357</id><published>2008-07-05T11:16:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T11:25:52.055+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't updated in a while. I thought I was totally killing my blog, since I don't have an internet connection at home and I always have more &lt;em&gt;important&lt;/em&gt; things to do when I'm at PC shop (ehem, ehem - no, really). So... now that my mom left her laptop at home, I'm so taking my chance to just surf the net. I haven't done that in a while (&gt;_&lt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the concert yesterday, which they said would start at 6 but started at 7:30. It's actually my first time to attend a concert - it was free. LOL. But I guess it was fine. Some popular bands arrived, but I liked Sugarfree best (^_^) hehe.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really in the mood of blogging, but I am in the mood of reading others' blogs, and I found this at Ste's blog, and I must say damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your result for The Quick &amp; Painless ENNEAGRAM Test...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h4&gt;4- the Individualist&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is3.okcupid.com/users/986/276/9872769248634057572/mt1117662069.jpg" width="" height="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;div&gt;you chose BY - your Enneagram type is FOUR (aka "The Romantic")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;"I am unique"&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Romantics have sensitive feelings and are warm and perceptive. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;How to Get Along with Me &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;UL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Give me plenty of compliments. They mean a lot to me. &lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Be a supportive friend or partner. Help me to learn to love and value myself. &lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Respect me for my special gifts of intuition and vision. &lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Though I don't always want to be cheered up when I'm feeling melancholy, I sometimes like to have someone lighten me up a little. &lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;Don't tell me I'm too sensitive or that I'm overreacting! &lt;/LI&gt; &lt;/UL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;What I Like About Being a FOUR &lt;/P&gt; &lt;UL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;my ability to find meaning in life and to experience feeling at a deep level &lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;my ability to establish warm connections with people &lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;admiring what is noble, truthful, and beautiful in life &lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;my creativity, intuition, and sense of humor &lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;being unique and being seen as unique by others &lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;having aesthetic sensibilities &lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;being able to easily pick up the feelings of people around me &lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/UL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;What's Hard About Being a FOUR &lt;/P&gt; &lt;UL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;experiencing dark moods of emptiness and despair &lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;feelings of self-hatred and shame; believing I don't deserve to be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;feeling guilty when I disappoint people &lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;feeling hurt or attacked when someone misundertands me &lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;expecting too much from myself and life &lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;fearing being abandoned &lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;obsessing over resentments &lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;longing for what I don't have &lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/UL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;FOURs as Children Often &lt;/P&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;UL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;have active imaginations: play creatively alone or organize playmates in original games &lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;are very sensitive &lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;feel that they don't fit in &lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;believe they are missing something that other people have &lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;attach themselves to idealized teachers, heroes, artists, etc. &lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;become antiauthoritarian or rebellious when criticized or&lt;a href="http://henrygrey.eu/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;not understood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;feel lonely or abandoned (perhaps as a result of a death or their parents' divorce) &lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/UL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;FOURs&lt;a href="http://henrygrey.eu/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;as Parents &lt;/P&gt; &lt;UL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;help their children become who they really are &lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;support their children's creativity and originality &lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;are good at helping their children get in touch with their feelings &lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;are sometimes overly critical or overly protective &lt;/LI&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;are usually very good with children if not too self-absorbed &lt;/LI&gt; &lt;/UL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renee Baron &amp; Elizabeth Wagele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;The Enneagram Made Easy &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discover the 9 Types of People &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harper&lt;a href="http://henrygrey.eu/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SanFrancisco, 1994, 161 pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You liked the test?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;b&gt;   S P R E A D  &lt;/b&gt;  I T !   tell everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;(use Quick-Paste below)&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wanna know MORE?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so check out, what &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Four_(Enneagram)" target="_new"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; says about your type...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...even more you'll find in &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?hl=gb&amp;q=Enneagram+Four&amp;btnG=Google-Suche&amp;meta=" target="_new"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or do you prefer to&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="margin-left: 20px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;font class="usertext"&gt;&lt;span class="small"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/comments?mode=edit&amp;id=9872769248634057572" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/submit_button_addacomment.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;hr align="left" color="#aaeeaa" size="2" width="400"&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not completely happy with the result?!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You chose BY&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather have chosen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=6711512663497470889&amp;category=15" target="_new"&gt; AY &lt;/a&gt; (EIGHT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=6711512663497470889&amp;category=7" target="_new"&gt; CY &lt;/a&gt; (SIX)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=6711512663497470889&amp;category=10" target="_new"&gt; BX &lt;/a&gt; (NINE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=6711512663497470889&amp;category=9" target="_new"&gt; BZ &lt;/a&gt; (FIVE)&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/tests/the-quick-painless-enneagram-test"&gt;Take The Quick &amp; Painless ENNEAGRAM Test&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#131313"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ac000c"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ello&lt;span style="color:#ac000c"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;uizzy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-306639026272811357?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/306639026272811357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=306639026272811357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/306639026272811357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/306639026272811357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2008/07/havent-updated-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-7270647756762474673</id><published>2008-05-05T16:09:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T16:11:14.331+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FAY~~~~~~~~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fay~~~~!&lt;br /&gt;*teary eyed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm done enrolling in UP. I paid a total of... *tentenenen!* 306.50 pesos. If I did not have the scholarship, I would have to pay 28,906.50. So, by all means, I have to maintain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me God. Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-7270647756762474673?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/7270647756762474673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=7270647756762474673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/7270647756762474673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/7270647756762474673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2008/05/fay-fay-teary-eyed-anyway-im-done.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-8777750749882774627</id><published>2008-04-27T18:17:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T18:35:29.840+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mind's short of common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to quit Pantene hair fall control shampoo. It helped in my hair fall, but I kept having pimples. So I decided to use another brand. It annoyed me, because it does not bubble up, and it left my hair really oily and stiff. I've been doing so in a week, until my mom asked me "Are you using the bottle in the CR upstairs?" Which was exactly what I was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's conditioner, not shampoo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot me. If she didn't tell, I will not notice and continue doing so for one more week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Milk's back. But she's probably pregnant (she seemed like she's going to throw up this morning) and she's half the cute house pet she was. Lots of fleas, too. Life's like that, I guess. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can never control others; you'll have to let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love Milk, though. I always will. I realize I've become too attached to the cat when she went away and she stopped waking me up (at 6 in the morning). She's my alarm clock who doesn't know the difference between a school year and a summer vacation. But my baby's changed... she'll probably be having her baby soon. She's sort of jaded already... she lost her total trust and innocence. Even her meow's changed. It wasn't like before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can't have my baby back as she was once, but the important thing is that I still have my baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-8777750749882774627?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/8777750749882774627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=8777750749882774627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/8777750749882774627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/8777750749882774627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-minds-short-of-common-sense.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-4111843097689371307</id><published>2008-04-26T16:16:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T16:20:24.911+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My cat left me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, it's a cat, so it will probably go back sooner or later, but... grr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cat grew up. I don't want it to grow up, to roam outside the house (and freaking seduce another cat). It did not go home for one whole day. This morning, while I was sleeping, it arrived, but my lola shooed it away. My aunt said: "If you're pregnant, [Mae] won't welcome you anymore." And it left. (T_T) Sometimes I think that cat can understand us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Milk back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-4111843097689371307?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/4111843097689371307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=4111843097689371307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/4111843097689371307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/4111843097689371307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-cat-left-me.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-2703352491634831092</id><published>2008-04-20T16:38:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T16:41:56.660+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't log in UP pre-enlistment website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I forgot my username and password. Again. My student number's not working, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just watch Fay~~! Fay is so... kawaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Fay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fay is a hyperactive Fuji, and a lot more powerful, too. Goodbye Fuji, Hello Fay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incoherent post here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-2703352491634831092?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/2703352491634831092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=2703352491634831092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/2703352491634831092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/2703352491634831092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-cant-log-in-up-pre-enlistment-website.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-8347704437764025271</id><published>2008-04-15T13:40:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T13:45:16.095+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's my cousin's birthday today, and we're going lakwatsa (&gt;_&lt;). Actually, we are in UP shopping center right now for the hidden DVD/book store, but it seems to be closed for lunch break, so grr... so we just went for a computer rental to pass time.   And its a big GRR! Because the computer rental does not play youtube videos... it does not have Flash installed. Augh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a new series, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Horitsuba Gakuen&lt;/span&gt;. It started with watching Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fay is love!&lt;/span&gt;], and then being disappointed because I spoiled myself that Fay is going to lose his powers later on. But then, thanks to wiki, I found out that there is an AU show for Tsubasa. I want to watch it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-8347704437764025271?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/8347704437764025271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=8347704437764025271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/8347704437764025271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/8347704437764025271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-my-cousins-birthday-today-and-were.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-8774358484398997515</id><published>2008-04-11T14:29:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T14:36:18.758+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's vacation again, so the house is back to being a battlefield, with the TV as the goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need help! Because my grandfather and I suddenly had a bout of immaturity, and neither of us are budging or giving way for the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gargh. I mean, I don't really mind if he watched, but what's angering me is that he'll shoo us away from the TV so he'll watch news, and when I check back he's watching basketball, and still later he'll be having his DVD marathons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need his salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both need salvation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-8774358484398997515?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/8774358484398997515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=8774358484398997515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/8774358484398997515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/8774358484398997515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-vacation-again-so-house-is-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-3337634725142522985</id><published>2008-04-03T16:20:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T16:29:27.659+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goodbye Pisay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy to be rid of pisay and pisay of me. That sounds so harsh, but really, that is the way I feel. Fine, I'll be going back since I need the request for transcript blah2 for college... but yeah... technically I'm an alumnae. I actually already paid the fee - bummer, I wanted to buy a new book. So, why am I being so angry and stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Pisay won. She made me discover failure. I needed a tug down, anyway, since my head is rising way up the clouds again, especially after the oblation scholarship. But she taught me that I should never get too confident when things are going my way. I guess I should thank her for that, but right now, all I'm feeling is disappointment. Because I had every fighting chance I had for high honors during the 2nd quarter and I blew it away. No excuses, I'm admitting it's my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I find out that I almost made it to the director's list this fourth year fourth quarter. I got a 1.52. If I pushed a little harder at Viscomm, or English, or Filipino, or Math (or STR, but then I'd be killing myself already), then I might have landed at the director's list. Even just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm bitter today. I am so happy to rid of pisay right now. Maybe it will sink in sooner or later that I'll miss it, but right now, I am just so happy to never see the STR room again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-3337634725142522985?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/3337634725142522985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=3337634725142522985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/3337634725142522985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/3337634725142522985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2008/04/goodbye-pisay-i-am-so-happy-to-be-rid.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-4359527416908841523</id><published>2008-03-13T19:16:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T19:51:44.850+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>from &lt;a href="http://maple_charms.livejournal.com/"&gt;Yssa&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;1. ARE YOU OVER 18?&lt;br /&gt;♫ No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT IS THE WALLPAPER ON YOUR CELLPHONE?&lt;br /&gt;♫ A CD in a CD player&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. DID YOU GET ENOUGH SLEEP LAST NIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;♫ Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. FIRST THING YOU THOUGHT ABOUT THIS MORNING?&lt;br /&gt;♫ I'm not going to school today. So why am I up at 3:45am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT DO YOU HAVE HANDY AT YOUR BEDSIDE?&lt;br /&gt;♫ Uh... a cat! LOL. Fine, no. Umm... a LOT. a few notebooks, my cellphone, my headphones, my pencilcase... etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. EVER TRIED TO SKIP MEAL?&lt;br /&gt;♫ Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. GRILLED OR FRIED?&lt;br /&gt;♫ Grilled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WHAT MAKES YOU UNIQUE?&lt;br /&gt;♫ &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://onewingedrecords.blogspot.com/"&gt;I'm a double edged knife.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK?&lt;br /&gt;♫ Yes. Especially the one inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. FAVORITE HANGOUT?&lt;br /&gt;♫ Library - aircon and FREE INTERNET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. 3 THINGS YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT?&lt;br /&gt;♫ Air. Water. Food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. FIRST THING YOU WILL BUY IF GIVEN 1 THOUSAND DOLLARS?&lt;br /&gt;♫ Stocks. Lots of stocks. mutual bonds, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. ARE YOU A GIVER OR TAKER?&lt;br /&gt;♫ TAKER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. IF YOU WERE INVISIBLE FOR A DAY, WHERE WOULD YOU BE?&lt;br /&gt;♫ Shopping. &lt;s&gt;and stealing&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. STUCK ON A DESERTED ISLAND &amp;amp; COULD HAVE ONLY ONE KIND OF FOOD FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE, WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;br /&gt;♫ Sushi ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY DO WHEN THE CLOCK STRIKES 7 AM?&lt;br /&gt;♫ Jeepney, commuting, glaring at bus who horns very loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. WHO DO YOU WANT TO MEET?&lt;br /&gt;♫ Rukawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. HOW'S LIFE TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;♫ one big &lt;s&gt;bitch&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How late did you stay up last night and why?&lt;br /&gt;-- eight. it wasn't even late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What was the first thing you said when you got up?&lt;br /&gt;-- Milk! - my cat greeted me good morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who were you with friday night?&lt;br /&gt;-- joy. dave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think you will be in a 'relationship' 3 months from now?&lt;br /&gt;-- hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When's the next time you'll see your friends?&lt;br /&gt;-- March 24. Holy molly, my birthday, of all days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What were you doing this morning at 7am?&lt;br /&gt;-- Watching Blue's Clues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What radio station do you listen to the most?&lt;br /&gt;-- monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was the reason you last cried?&lt;br /&gt;-- Annoyance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Have you ever talked to someone when they were high?&lt;br /&gt;-- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;-- none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who was the last two people to text you?&lt;br /&gt;-- Mama, Yssa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What's the fifth text in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;-- AUTOLOAD MAX: 3o pesos worth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. How many red lights have you ran?&lt;br /&gt;-- countless. in ps2 :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What high school did/do you attend?&lt;br /&gt;-- Philippine Science High School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What was your least favorite lesson and why?&lt;br /&gt;-- life is a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What were you doing at 11pm last night?&lt;br /&gt;-- Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who was the last person you texted to last night before bed?&lt;br /&gt;-- Not really last night, it was more of yesterday. I was telling gabby to just buy Pyrex for our STR glasswares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Will you be driving in a year?&lt;br /&gt;-- Hopefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Is there anything that you are craving right now?&lt;br /&gt;-- MONEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. When did your last hug take place?&lt;br /&gt;-- I don't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do people ever make stupid mistakes when spelling or saying your name?&lt;br /&gt;-- People from Studio Pro typed my name as 'Angelita'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Have you ever started a sentence with "No offense, but..."?&lt;br /&gt;-- LOL. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you drink tea?&lt;br /&gt;-- I try new ones most of the time, but I don't really like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Have you ever been arrested?&lt;br /&gt;-- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Have you rode in someone else's car today?&lt;br /&gt;-- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Have you made a mistake this past week?&lt;br /&gt;-- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;-- None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Say a statement about somebody.&lt;br /&gt;-- David is a big pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you miss someone?&lt;br /&gt;-- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Are you happy with your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;-- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. In the past 72 hours have you been under the influence?&lt;br /&gt;-- I'm under God's influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What was the last movie you saw?&lt;br /&gt;-- A Chinese movie... about Kung Fu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What do you need to be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;-- STR Results :P Yssa's going to kill me should she find out I am actually blogging instead of doing STR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What's the connection between you and the last person you texted?&lt;br /&gt;-- She's my Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Who do you hate?&lt;br /&gt;-- A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What do you wear to bed?&lt;br /&gt;-- usually chemise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Has anyone got on your nerves lately?&lt;br /&gt;-- no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you think you'll be married in 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;-- I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What were you doing at 6pm Friday night?&lt;br /&gt;-- Blogging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you know anyone with the same name as you?&lt;br /&gt;-- a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Do you like to smile?&lt;br /&gt;~ Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you love music?&lt;br /&gt;~ Of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who do you share all or most of your personal secrets with?&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;a href="http://pbafantic.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joy&lt;/a&gt;, my cousin. I've shared a lot with &lt;a href="http://skweegee.multiply.com/"&gt;Kim&lt;/a&gt;, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you love to shop?&lt;br /&gt;~ A newly developed obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you were given a chance to buy anything you want in the world, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;~ Microsoft. buy it from bill gates (&gt;_&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Why are you completing this survey?&lt;br /&gt;~ I'm bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) grossest thing you ever heard?&lt;br /&gt;~ Yssa and gabby talking about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) yummiest thing you ever ate? -&lt;br /&gt;~ black chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) cutest boy/girl ever saw?&lt;br /&gt;~ Rukawa Kaede&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you were given a chance to rule a country, what country would it be?&lt;br /&gt;~ Japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.The time you're confused the most?&lt;br /&gt;~ All the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.The thing that would make you like a guy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;~ umm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Are you always happy?&lt;br /&gt;~ Gagh. Hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you easily become jealous?&lt;br /&gt;~ Heck yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you always share drinks with someone?&lt;br /&gt;~ yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Are you noisy?&lt;br /&gt;~ It depends on my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you know how to rollerblade?&lt;br /&gt;~ I'd like to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you like to give hugs?&lt;br /&gt;~ Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you know how to ice skate?&lt;br /&gt;~ In my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you like guys/girls who curse?&lt;br /&gt;~ It's alright... I'm one of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Are you a goody-goody or a naughty kid?&lt;br /&gt;~ More goody-goody, I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you think of your future?&lt;br /&gt;~ A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you easily fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;~ Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Are you addicted to someONE now?&lt;br /&gt;~ LOL. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Are you a complicated person?&lt;br /&gt;~ No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. If you were given a chance to tell someone something what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;~ I'm really Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Will you have sex with the same sex?&lt;br /&gt;~ never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What is the one thing you'd love to have?&lt;br /&gt;~ money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What keeps you busy?&lt;br /&gt;~ School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you have a special someone?&lt;br /&gt;~ No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What will you do after answering this survey?&lt;br /&gt;~ Do STR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Who is the last person to make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;~ Haha. secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you Pray?&lt;br /&gt;~ Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What can you say about this survey?&lt;br /&gt;~ It's LONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you love poetry?&lt;br /&gt;~ No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;~ None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Who was the last person in your mind?&lt;br /&gt;~ Does my dog Coleene count?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-4359527416908841523?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/4359527416908841523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=4359527416908841523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/4359527416908841523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/4359527416908841523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2008/03/from-yssa.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-5454175033438108335</id><published>2008-02-29T15:56:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T16:01:28.714+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so bad. I ate a lot of sweets a while ago, but nothing seems to lift my mood so high up, like usual. Grr. All STR's fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I finally confessed to my mom about my 1.66 - 1.56 GWA drop, and all my STR worries/troubles. She wasn't angry, she was actually very considerate. But that doesn&lt;br /&gt;'t make me less guilty. Perhaps if I exerted a little more effort, I wouldn't have ruined my chance in getting into the honor's list. And knowing that my Math grade dropped down doesn't help at all, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my classmates (fine, most) went to Trinoma, and almost all are going to Kyle's house later for the overnight. I want to join too, but then, I don't want to push my luck with my mom. She's been too kind. (&gt;_&lt;) And this is my way of punishing myself, sort of. So, yeah... until I'm sure that I AM graduating in PSHS and getting my clearance signed on time despite my STR troubles, I am not going anywhere but school and home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-5454175033438108335?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/5454175033438108335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=5454175033438108335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/5454175033438108335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/5454175033438108335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-feel-so-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-2810536332909774024</id><published>2008-02-27T11:09:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T11:39:46.594+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I'm super mega updating. Gaah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last post had no sense at all, since it was done during an all nighter. Gargh. I've had enough of writing stuff about it, so I'm skipping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the start of our periodical exams. We started with Math and Bio, and then we crammed our STR final paper. Fine, actually not. The librarian said that the server was down, so we couldn't access the internet. Which was bad news, since I did not save our final paper at my USB. So, Yssa, Gabby, and I just sat around, talking about bubbles and liquid pressure, viscosity, and liquids that turn solid when exerted pressure at. At least not until the conversation did a really BAD turn, and Yssa and Gabby started talking about stuff. Bad stuff. Green stuff. Stuff you shouldn't talk about with the librarians around. So I covered my innocent ears while Yssa and Gabby talked about &lt;s&gt;condoms&lt;/s&gt;. Then, when we looked at the computer part of the library, there were already people crammed. The server was freaking up. Talk about time wasted (and innocent eardrums popping).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sort of stupid (again), because I logged in and made the final paper at a free-for-all account. We had to leave for the Math Mad minute, a bonus quiz for math. So I was like... "Who has a USB?!?!?! Where the heck is my USB?!?!?! *cursewords*" until Gabby proposes we just leave it at the PC files. That was so unsafe, but yeah, we need the mad minute badly. Other graviton people already started, together with the other sections. The only ones left at the graviton batch was me, Yssa, Gabby, Jamie, Ian, Giselle, Migs, and Olav. Blah2... so we did the mad minute thing. We had to leave right after since there would be a class at the room we used. Just about when we were about to leave, Richard came rushing in, asking for the mad minute quiz. Gah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we crammed our STR final paper and passed two hours late (again). Well, it was better since last year, we were four hours late. I just freaking hope they let it pass and let us freaking graduate. Grr. So, we were two hours late, and Gabby and Ian were betting on what the first words of Sir Tafaleng would be. They passed the papers, while Yssa, Jamie, and me (and Philip - GO GRAVITON!) were chickening out and waiting for them outside the room. Ian and Gabby went out, and Ian's first words were: "Tama yung first words ko. 'Ano yan?'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. And then we went home, under a drizzle - me, Ian, Kyle, Jay, and Karina. And my ten o' clock dismissal became a 2:30 dismissal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Chem Eng periodical exams. I'm so N/A about it. I was about to leave early today when I was told that there will be an English practice. So my 10 am dismissal might turn to something afternoon dismissal again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gab's typing this: Hi people.kasi wala akong blog so makikitype nalang ako...um...nagperio kami tas nagrabbit dance...woah...ang galing...yun lang...thanks thanks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-2810536332909774024?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/2810536332909774024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=2810536332909774024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/2810536332909774024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/2810536332909774024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-im-super-mega-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-3697221635317079824</id><published>2008-02-23T09:48:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T09:53:55.475+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goal is finally within reach - we CAN finish the magazine! YEAH! After my first ever all nighter... (&gt;_&lt;)!!! GAAH!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This school project is about making a magazine for economics. There are only eight of us in the group, and we went to Angel's house. Our original goal was to finish it at 10 pm, but it soon dawned to us that no, it is not possible to finish a magazine for four hours. So, Bang, Karina, and I just stayed at Angel's place to continue with the mag (contrary to the original plan of staying at Crystle's past 10). And we did an all nighter. I only got sleep for around one hour, Karina at around 30 minutes, Bang around 1, and Angel 2 hours. And our editor in chief slept 8 full hours (T_T) Oh well. When David arrives here, Ellie's proposing we enslave him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ja!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-3697221635317079824?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/3697221635317079824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=3697221635317079824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/3697221635317079824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/3697221635317079824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2008/02/goal-is-finally-within-reach-we-can.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-7531247065596155513</id><published>2008-02-23T05:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T05:11:23.244+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is my first time ever to do an all nighter. I mean it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't even feel very sleepy. I didn't even notice time fly by!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-7531247065596155513?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/7531247065596155513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=7531247065596155513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/7531247065596155513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/7531247065596155513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-is-my-first-time-ever-to-do-all.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-2664688608940005760</id><published>2008-02-23T01:48:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T01:52:05.813+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, we're ALL cramming for our econ mag. It's already nine minutes before one am, but yeah, still awake. And still a long time to go. (&gt;_&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We planned to stay at Crystle's place for the night. We are staying at Angel's place, and we planned to go home by 10 pm, and people who can't go home would stay at Crystle's place. Turns out that at 10 pm, nothing's really done DONE, so... we all extended here. Ellie ended up staying for the night as well. So... yeah. (&gt;_&lt;) Mama doesn't still know about it. (&gt;_&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nothing beats Gabby's group. Just this morning, there was a suggestion of an overnight. And voila, an overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-2664688608940005760?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/2664688608940005760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=2664688608940005760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/2664688608940005760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/2664688608940005760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-were-all-cramming-for-our-econ-mag.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-8956262119297086856</id><published>2008-02-18T17:49:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T18:20:00.233+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I'm supposed to be studying, but I'm bored, so I stole all of &lt;a href = "http://skweegee.multiply.com"&gt;Kim's&lt;/a&gt; quizzes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L A S T&lt;br /&gt;1. Friend you saw: Bang&lt;br /&gt;2. Talked to on the phone: Mama&lt;br /&gt;3. Text: Lola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T O D A Y&lt;br /&gt;1. Wearing: PE shirt&lt;br /&gt;2. Better than yesterday: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T O M O R R O W&lt;br /&gt;1. Is: Tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;2. Got plans: Study and ready myself emotionally&lt;br /&gt;3. Dislikes about tomorrow: It's a freaking HELL DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F A V O R I T E&lt;br /&gt;1. Number: 11&lt;br /&gt;2. Color: red/pink&lt;br /&gt;3. Season: New Year :P Fine, Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C U R R E N T L Y&lt;br /&gt;1. Missing someone: Yes&lt;br /&gt;2. Mood: too lax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q U E S T I O N S / A N S W E R S&lt;br /&gt;Q: 1st thing you did this morning&lt;br /&gt;: Kiss Milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Last thing you ate and drank&lt;br /&gt;: Sky Flakes, water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's annoying you right now?&lt;br /&gt;: The fact that I'm blogging when I'm supposed to be studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you support long distance relationships?&lt;br /&gt;: Umm... isn't that hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is there a person who is on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:Do you think that person is thinking of you too?&lt;br /&gt;: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Where was the last place you went to?&lt;br /&gt;: School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q : Do you smile often?&lt;br /&gt;: I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you a friendly person?&lt;br /&gt;: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Who's bed did you sleep in last night?&lt;br /&gt;: Mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What color of shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;: Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What were you doing at 9 last night?&lt;br /&gt;: Trying to study, but unsuccessful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q : When was the last time you saw your dad?&lt;br /&gt;: Prom Night/Morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you get angry easily?&lt;br /&gt;: Yes, but I improved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What were you thinking about before you went to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;: What the hell am I supposed to do for tomorrow? I'm not ready for tomorrow, nor for this week. And oh, I just spent all my stipes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What song are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;: Nada. Zilch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you in love at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Have you ever really cried your heart out?&lt;br /&gt;: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Have you ever cried on your friend's shoulder?&lt;br /&gt;: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you cry when you get an injury?&lt;br /&gt;: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Who can always make you happy?&lt;br /&gt;: Umm... I'm not sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q : Do you wish you were happier?&lt;br /&gt;: Who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Can music make you happy?&lt;br /&gt;: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE SECTION&lt;br /&gt;Q: Anyone besides your family ever said they loved you?&lt;br /&gt;: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HATE SECTION&lt;br /&gt;Q: Who do you actually hate?&lt;br /&gt;: Noone. LOL. Someone. A girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q : Have you ever made a hit list?&lt;br /&gt;: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you a mean bully?&lt;br /&gt;: They say so. But I'm not. I'm the one being bullied!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVER :&lt;br /&gt;Rode a taxi?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jump ramp on a bike?&lt;br /&gt;No. :P Attempted to. Don't ask what happened. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been used by a friend/lover?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been fired?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated New Year's in Times Square or Disney World?&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone on a blind date?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a crush on a teacher?&lt;br /&gt;OMG Yes. And I now hate the same teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Mardi-Gras in New Orleans?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to Europe?&lt;br /&gt;I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to Australia?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to Hawaii?&lt;br /&gt;I could have been :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped class?&lt;br /&gt;A dozen times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a sleepover?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done ice skating?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have/had a TRUCK?&lt;br /&gt;No. Why the hell would I have a truck?!?!?!?! I don't belong to a construction firm, do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C U R R E N T L Y W E A R I N G&lt;br /&gt;01. PE shirt.&lt;br /&gt;02. Jogging pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;1. Hugged someone?&lt;br /&gt;: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Been on the phone until the sun came up?&lt;br /&gt;: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Put a song on repeat for more than an hour?&lt;br /&gt;: Yes. Accidentally. I slept over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only .&lt;br /&gt;Type.&lt;br /&gt;One.&lt;br /&gt;Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not as easy as you might think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;- Skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your boyfriend/girlfriend ?&lt;br /&gt;- Rukawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair?&lt;br /&gt;- Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother?&lt;br /&gt;- Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father?&lt;br /&gt;- Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite thing?&lt;br /&gt;- chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;- Nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;- water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Your dream car?&lt;br /&gt;- Jaguar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Say something about life?&lt;br /&gt;- Damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your ex?&lt;br /&gt;- Nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Your fear?&lt;br /&gt;- failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Where do you want to be in 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;- NASA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who did you hang out with last night?&lt;br /&gt;- Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What you're not good at?&lt;br /&gt;- Procastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Muffins?&lt;br /&gt;- Chocolates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. When you DIE, u'd rather be CREMATED or BURIED?&lt;br /&gt;- cremated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Where you grew up?&lt;br /&gt;- QC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Last place you've been to?&lt;br /&gt;- School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;- Clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;- InternetCafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Your pet/s?&lt;br /&gt;- MILK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Your computer?&lt;br /&gt;- Non-functional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Your life?&lt;br /&gt;- shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Your mood?&lt;br /&gt;- hungry???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Missing?&lt;br /&gt;- Stipends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What are you thinking about right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Requirements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Your car?&lt;br /&gt;- Invisible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Your work?&lt;br /&gt;- Student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Your summer?&lt;br /&gt;- HOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Your status?&lt;br /&gt;- single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;- red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. When was the last time you laughed?&lt;br /&gt;- A while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;- Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. School?&lt;br /&gt;- PSHS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you chewed gum after someone else already has?&lt;br /&gt;* yes :&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What song describes your relationship status?&lt;br /&gt;* Accidentally in Love (eh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How much does your dog weigh?&lt;br /&gt;* No dogs. Hate dogs. Yes to cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Who are you thinking about right now?&lt;br /&gt;* Sir Andaya. What the hell is the practical exam like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ever gone skinny dipping?&lt;br /&gt;* NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Earrings or necklace?&lt;br /&gt;* Necklace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who have you texted the most lately?&lt;br /&gt;* Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Color of your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;* Green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who is the second person in your phonebook?&lt;br /&gt;* David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What color is the background on your computer mainscreen?&lt;br /&gt;* black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you wish on 11:11?&lt;br /&gt;* You're supposed to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Good advice if you ever go camping?&lt;br /&gt;* Never wear comfy pj's. NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Are you a BAD influence?&lt;br /&gt;* Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What color are your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;* brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Would you rather have your name or your siblings name?&lt;br /&gt;* my name (What, Davida Iana?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Would you do anything for someone?&lt;br /&gt;* I'm selfish, so I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Have you ever been called a bitch?&lt;br /&gt;* LOL. YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Favorite color(s).&lt;br /&gt;* red/pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you use smiley faces on the computer?&lt;br /&gt;* When I'm in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What Song Is Playing?&lt;br /&gt;* She Will be Loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you eat all the servings in the food groups on a daily basis?&lt;br /&gt;* I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Are you ever a freak about cleanliness or organization?&lt;br /&gt;* NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Have you ever been to South America or Africa?&lt;br /&gt;* NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.Do you know how to cheat?&lt;br /&gt;* Yes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you have a cell phone or iPod?&lt;br /&gt;* Cell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Have you ever written love song lyrics yourself and put them in a song?&lt;br /&gt;* We were required in gradeschool (I think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you keep a diary or journal online?&lt;br /&gt;* Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. When you open your closet, what is the dominant color?&lt;br /&gt;* White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Baskin Robbins or coldrock?&lt;br /&gt;* WTH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Physics or Chemistry?&lt;br /&gt;* Physics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Earphones or headphones?&lt;br /&gt;* Headphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Pink or teal?&lt;br /&gt;* Pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Earrings or a ring?&lt;br /&gt;* Earrings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, or Star Wars?&lt;br /&gt;* STAR WARS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Fly or road trip?&lt;br /&gt;* BOTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Starbucks?&lt;br /&gt;* No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Today is:&lt;br /&gt;* Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I should be:&lt;br /&gt;* Studying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The last text message I received was from:&lt;br /&gt;* Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. And it said:&lt;br /&gt;* "You have to go home, you're dad waited for you for 7 hours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am currently pissed off because:&lt;br /&gt;* I'm hungry, I'm not studying, I'm wasting my money, and I have no money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My cellphone rings and the song that's playing is:&lt;br /&gt;* DUNNO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I would love to see:&lt;br /&gt;* mt. Fuji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If I could change my last name, it would be:&lt;br /&gt;* Errol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. After class, I love to:&lt;br /&gt;* STROLL. And talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. My favorite subject is:&lt;br /&gt;* Eng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I liked yesterday because:&lt;br /&gt;* I didn't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. But I still sort of didn't because:&lt;br /&gt;* I wasted my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. My favorite song right now would have to be:&lt;br /&gt;* Endless Chain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I sometimes forget to:&lt;br /&gt;* fix my bed before going out of the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I currently have a crush on:&lt;br /&gt;* LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. My favorite number/s would have to be:&lt;br /&gt;* 11, 7, 77, 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. When I'm in a bad mood, it's better to just:&lt;br /&gt;* Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I really can't stand:&lt;br /&gt;* Mayabang people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I'd break up with my boyfriend/girlfriend right away if:&lt;br /&gt;* He was cheating on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If I were to get stuck in an elevator with someone, it would have to be:&lt;br /&gt;* A girl friend, not a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I'd really like to improve my grades on:&lt;br /&gt;* Econ, STR, Physics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. The last thing that wasn't food that I bought with my own money is:&lt;br /&gt;* umm... a ride in a jeep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. The name of the street where I live is:&lt;br /&gt;* Constitutional Rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I have never ridden:&lt;br /&gt;* An airplane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. If I won the lottery, the first thing I would do is:&lt;br /&gt;* Invest in stocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. One bad habit of mine is:&lt;br /&gt;* Biting my lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. I go out to:&lt;br /&gt;* amuse myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. I am very attached to:&lt;br /&gt;* MILK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. One friend who is not from my high school is:&lt;br /&gt;* Emma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. I am currently stressed because:&lt;br /&gt;* I still have to study, but I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrible Twos&lt;br /&gt;If you opened it, you have to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Names You Go By:&lt;br /&gt;1. Bing.&lt;br /&gt;2. Angie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Songs You Love Listening To At The Moment:&lt;br /&gt;1. Harder to Breathe.&lt;br /&gt;2. SexyBack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Things You Are Wearing Right Now:&lt;br /&gt;1. PE shirt.&lt;br /&gt;2. Jogging pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Things You Want in a Relationship:&lt;br /&gt;1. Loyalty&lt;br /&gt;2. Umm... Love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of Your Favorite Things to do:&lt;br /&gt;1. Draw.&lt;br /&gt;2. Move. (I don't know, but anything that will keep me from being idly sitting, like surfing the net.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Things You Want Very Badly At The Moment:&lt;br /&gt;1. MONEY&lt;br /&gt;2. INTELLIGENCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two pets you had/have:&lt;br /&gt;1. Dog&lt;br /&gt;2. Cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you did last night:&lt;br /&gt;1. Eat.&lt;br /&gt;2. Try to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you hate today:&lt;br /&gt;1. Requirement list.&lt;br /&gt;2. CHem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people you Last Talked To:&lt;br /&gt;1. Bang&lt;br /&gt;2. Jean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Things You'll be doing tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;1. Die.&lt;br /&gt;2. drop dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Favorite Holidays:&lt;br /&gt;1. New Year&lt;br /&gt;2. Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two favorite beverages:&lt;br /&gt;1. Cali :P&lt;br /&gt;2. Apple Juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two favorite channels:&lt;br /&gt;1. Eh?&lt;br /&gt;2. Oh. This is limited, we don't have cable. So, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two favorite foods:&lt;br /&gt;1. Jap food.&lt;br /&gt;2. PANDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you want to do before you die:&lt;br /&gt;1. Maging sinless&lt;br /&gt;2. 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I am here at an internet cafe (again), in hopes of studying for the hell day tomorrow, but damn, I ended up blogging. And gaming. And surfing. There are actually a lot of things I want to blog about, but really, the magic of blogging lies in the spur of the moment, and it would be of no value if I try to blog about everything. Yep, I'm ranting. This is getting pointless. (&gt;_&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom was last Saturday. I had fun (^_^), and I wanted to stay longer. My dad picked me up, and we arrived home at 1.15. I actually wanted to stay longer, but he has been waiting for me for 7 straight hours, and he still has to drive to his home, so I just had to leave. (T_T) It is enjoyable, even if my hair sucks, and I hate my eyebrows (GRRRRRRRRR!!!!!! This will last for weeks!!!!!!!!), and they played live music (I actually didn't notice it until people pointed it out (&gt;_&lt;) ). I love blue marlin. And I love to dance~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Sunday, I spent all my day playing with the Rubix cube [??]. No Physics homework, No Bio long test, no Eng long test in mind. Just me and my brother's Rubix cube. (&gt;___&lt;) So, obviously, I was in a sabog mode today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear for tomorrow as well. It's HELL, with capital H-E-L-L. I think I'm going to panic at Chem practical exam, which will last all morning. I am not even ready for my VisComm edible art. Can I just do this?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma'am: Where's yours?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I already ate it. You were late again (T___T), I thought you weren't going to arrive today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not reviewing for my Fil novel exam, either. Though, I'm trying to review for Health in this crammed comshop. Hah. Lucks to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-4024089402211922262?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/4024089402211922262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=4024089402211922262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/4024089402211922262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/4024089402211922262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2008/02/having-no-computerinternet-connection.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-4664331187449380362</id><published>2008-02-11T17:57:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T18:04:51.189+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sense of achievement &lt;~ &lt;b&gt;We finally have a medium!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippee yap! Hope for graduation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-4664331187449380362?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/4664331187449380362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=4664331187449380362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/4664331187449380362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/4664331187449380362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2008/02/sense-of-achievement-we-finally-have.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-8572945276011940860</id><published>2008-02-07T17:53:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T17:59:18.456+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blech. I was worried about nothing. Seriously. I was worried that Filipino was going to be oh-so-fucking-hard-I-should-have-started-months-before hard, but no, it's I-started-four-days-ago-but-I-can-pass-a-good-paper easy. Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, long time no update. Since it's long time no update, I'm going to &lt;strong&gt;rant.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really liked emo. I am actually annoyed when my brother said he is an emo. He retracted it when I told him I don't lend my guitar to emos (&gt;_&lt;). I personally thought emos are very immature people who cannot handle stress and depression, so instead they do cut their wrists, yadda. Bang doesn't like emos too. She has a theory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emo was started when guys started became drama kings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since they do not want to be un-cool, they invented something "cool".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go, Bang!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-8572945276011940860?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/8572945276011940860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=8572945276011940860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/8572945276011940860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/8572945276011940860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2008/02/blech.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-2729734754636333814</id><published>2008-01-31T12:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T13:03:15.386+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. So I'm trying to update again. I tried updating yesterday, but there was an error, so... GAAAH. Let's see if this thing is going to update (&gt;.&lt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-2729734754636333814?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/2729734754636333814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=2729734754636333814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/2729734754636333814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/2729734754636333814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2008/01/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-3248776208688085756</id><published>2008-01-28T16:00:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T16:14:07.885+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Great - Both my STR groupmates now have lovelifes. I might sound selfish, but really, crushes are the greatest acads distractions. Very much illustrated by my 1.56 - 1.66 GWA drop. My mom is going to kill me when she finds out, so I'm not telling her. I planned to tell it with my Oblation scholarship news, but I got too excited when I arrived home. Goodbye honors. (T_T) I need a 1.45 to be one, and well... Just how the hell am I supposed to get a 1.45 after a 1.66???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was taken by CAT camp. It was fun. Paintball and boating the BEST - but our paintball was annoyingly limited to only ten minutes. Anyway, there were LOTS of free time, some of which I spent with Albert reading my palm. He said I will be successful at first, then I won't, then at the end I will still emerge victorious. Just like a U. But I don't want that. If possible, I want a straight victory, like "-" placed on top. (No one ever did that, though.) I'm taking precautions anyway. I do remember saying to myself - "I probably need failure to push me out of my safety coccoon. Then I can fly like a butterfly." Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also said I will have a one and only true love. No choices at all (&gt;_&lt;). Just fine, I don't think I know how to choose anyway. So, if this holds true, I will now concentrate on my studies - GOODBYE CRUSHES!!!!! If I will indeed get a one true love, then it will stay just right there. And I'll probably meed him way later on. So, concentrate on studies!! Yippee! Albert also said that I will have either twin sons or two sons and a daughter between them. I wish I have twin sons!!! Hikaru and Kauro!!! LOLOLOL! I will dress them up so SAME that even I can't tell them apart (^_^). He said I'll have two main conflicts in life, though: health and family. Family = LOL, but health is not! That's the UGLIEST conflict that one can ever encounter! When I grow up, I've always wanted to travel the whole world: to go to the African safaris, maybe just a peek of the Himalayas, wander around TOKYO!, or swim the ocean! Who knows, maybe even step foot on Antartica! But how am I supposed to do that with failing health?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;GAAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, haha... I don't think I'll be blogging about the camp. (&gt;_&lt;) I'll have to go back to my autoclaving thingies. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-3248776208688085756?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/3248776208688085756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=3248776208688085756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/3248776208688085756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/3248776208688085756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2008/01/great-both-my-str-groupmates-now-have.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-3234066630860469268</id><published>2008-01-24T10:18:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T10:56:20.020+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is a sort of emo post again so get out for a while if you don't want to hear my whines. Don't worry I am not an emo; I just got my occasional whining mode again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, as I was saying two posts back, I am an Oblation scholarship awardee. Tons of Congratulations came in, and I'm thankful for them, happy that they are happy for me and my family. Congratulations came from my dad's side, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're so proud of you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;~ Oh yeah? If you are, then why are you hiding us, putting aside the fact that we ARE the original ones? So you'll only acknowledge me as the legitimate first born when I do achieve something. I want to see your reactions when I achieve something so GREAT, you would be so sorry you guys had ever chosen them over us! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Kelan grad niyo?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;~ You're coming? No, thanks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Nagkita na kayo ng dad mo? Natanggap mo na yung choco at lotion mo?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;~ Uh huh. Last December 2X, 2007 when he brought the chocolates, lotions, and canned goods from my uncle Ed. Those weren't even from him. No chance of any financial support whatsoever, at least not with three damned children with his mistress, one of whom is still an infant. Hah! *laugh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I admit, these aren't good reactions to muster when you've just been given a Congratulations. But I really doubt whatever sincerity and acceptance yadda. But these are my main driving forces. No, I am not angry at my uncle Ed. At least he remembers us every holiday. But everyone else... and my dad... and especially the B*TCH... I want to see her drool at my achievements. I want her to be green with envy, that I can study in PSHS and be an Oblation scholar in UP while her own son is too dumb to do so. HAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll strive to be someone so that they would all be so sorry for leaning towards the b*tch rather than me and my mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/16191794-3234066630860469268?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/3234066630860469268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=3234066630860469268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/3234066630860469268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/3234066630860469268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-sort-of-emo-post-again-so-get.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-7997505052119328255</id><published>2008-01-23T13:41:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T13:42:47.543+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School's server is down. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Is it difficult for you to look into someone's eyes when you are telling them how you feel?&lt;br /&gt;- Yup. Usually do not even try to tell others how I feel. Dyahe eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You are on a flight from Honolulu to Chicago non-stop. There is a fire in the back of the plane. You get enough time to make ONE phone call. Who would you call?&lt;br /&gt;- Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-4. You are at the doctor's office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live.&lt;br /&gt;(A) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die?&lt;br /&gt;- Everyone who I am close enough.&lt;br /&gt;(B) What will you do with your remaining days?&lt;br /&gt;- Do whatever I really wanted to do. Fly to Japan, go to Kanagawa andsearch for Rukawa, go skydiving, cut all remaining classes and just go to the mall and shop NONSTOP ... I don't know... I'm going to do EVERYTHING I ever dreamt of doing.&lt;br /&gt;(C) Would you be afraid?&lt;br /&gt;- Yup. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You have the following two things: an ipod and a mobile.&lt;br /&gt;- nada. zilch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;- Ignore the dog. Maybe if it's a kitten, I would. &gt;.&lt; No offense, but I don't like dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you could go anywhere in the world, Where would you go?&lt;br /&gt;- Tokyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Are you the kind of friend that you would want to have as a friend?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't know. Probably not. I'm too boring for my own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Does love = sex?&lt;br /&gt;- no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your best friend dies, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;- Cry. Duh. Who won't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. When and how was the last time you told someone HONESTLY how you felt?&lt;br /&gt;- Erm... When I was 5 years old...? Six...? Too long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What would be harder for you, to tell someone you love them or that you do not love them back ?&lt;br /&gt;- Do not love them back. That's HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you think would be the hardest thing for you to give up on?&lt;br /&gt;- Loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Excluding romantic love, when was the last time you told someone you loved them?&lt;br /&gt;- This morning. I kissed my cat goodbye: "Bye Milk! I love you! *mwah!*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you had to go back in time and change one thing, if you HAD to, even if you had "no regrets" what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- Grade six thingy. Don't bother asking what that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Imagine. It is a dark night, you are alone, it is raining outside, you hear someone walking around outside your window. Who do you call?&lt;br /&gt;- Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you give a homeless person CPR if they were dying?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah, I guess I'll have to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Are you old-fashioned?&lt;br /&gt;- Sort of. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Which would you choose, true love with a guarantee of a heart break or have never loved before?&lt;br /&gt;- Never loved before. I can supplement myself with my Rukawa kun in my memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-7997505052119328255?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/7997505052119328255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=7997505052119328255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/7997505052119328255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/7997505052119328255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2008/01/schools-server-is-down.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-6409143562302421530</id><published>2008-01-19T19:06:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T19:13:48.306+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am going to UP!!! ECE, Here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got in the Oblation scholarship award. HAPPY! I got too hyper-ed last Friday. Thankfully I got de-hyperated before it gets out of hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-6409143562302421530?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/6409143562302421530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=6409143562302421530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/6409143562302421530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/6409143562302421530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-going-to-up-ece-here-i-come-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-8562256204388719200</id><published>2008-01-16T17:39:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T17:44:51.954+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll most probably go to UP. I passed in ECE, and frankly, I don't like the course. It was just a joke to begin with - I was thinking how I was going to fare against the supposedly hardest to enter course (along MBB, maybe). And now... I don't know. I'll shift, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I don't think I would be going to Ateneo. The 75% scholarship should be renewed every year, and it has some community service attached to it - sort of. And I'm not the community type of person. So, yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth quarter is whizzing by, too. Soon, we would all have to go to college. And I have to say goodbye to Pisay. &lt;strong&gt;But not without reliving some memories!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ATTENTION: &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO: All madbeings&lt;br /&gt;WHAT: Calachuchi collection&lt;br /&gt;WHERE: Oval&lt;br /&gt;WHEN: After perio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-8562256204388719200?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/8562256204388719200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=8562256204388719200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/8562256204388719200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/8562256204388719200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2008/01/ill-most-probably-go-to-up.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-894684318493085088</id><published>2008-01-10T15:12:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T15:57:10.963+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I took some quizzes (at the library~~~), and here are the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Get to know yourself better&lt;/h3&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label1"&gt;Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label4"&gt;You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label5"&gt;Education is less important than the real world out there, away from the classroom. Deep inside you want to start working, earning money and living on your own.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label6"&gt;You have many goals and want to achieve as much as you can. The jobs you enjoy are those that let you burn off your considerable excess energy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label7"&gt;You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label8"&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label9"&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;/span&gt;needs to solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;Get to know yourself better&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;What's on your mind?&lt;/h3&gt;     &lt;div id="Panel_a"&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Here is the analysis:&lt;/p&gt; You think money and love are equally important. You have an interest in many things in life,  and work hard to ensure that you maintain a healthy balance between work, play and love.  However, you tend to be unable to decide on what you really want to do with your life.  You wouldn't dream of leaving your loved one for one or two million dollars,  but you would have to reconsider if the offer rose to 100 million dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test93.aspx"&gt;What's on your mind?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Your Working Style&lt;/h3&gt; You have a great deal of warmth, but may not show it until you know a person well. You keep your  warm side inside, like a fur-lined coat. When you are care, you care deeply, but are more likely  to show your feeling by deeds rather than words. You are very faithful to duties and obligations  related to things or people you care about.&lt;p&gt;  You take a very personal approach to life, judging everything by your inner ideals and personal  values. You stick to your values with passionate conviction, but can be influenced by someone  you care deeply about. Although your inner loyalties and ideals govern your lives, you find these  hard to talk about. Your deepest feelings are seldom expressed; your inner tenderness is masked  by quiet reserve.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  In everyday activities you are tolerant, open-mind, flexible, and adaptable. If one of your inner  loyalties is threatened, though, you will not give and inch. You usually enjoy the present moment,  and do not like to spoil it by rushing to get thing done. You have little wish to impress or dominate.  The people you prize the most are those who take the time to understand your values and the goals you  are working toward.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  You are interested mainly in the realities brought to you by your senses, both inner and outer. You  are apt to enjoy fields where taste, discrimination, and a sense of beauty and proportion are important.  You have a special love of nature and a sympathy with animals. You often excel in craftsmanship and the  work of your hands is usually more eloquent than words.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  You are twice as good when working at a job that you believe in, since your feeling adds energy to  your efforts. You see the needs of the moment and try to meet them. You want your work to contribute  to something that matters to you-- human understanding, happiness, or health. You want to have a purpose  beyond your paycheck, no matter how big the check. You are perfectionists whenever you deeply care  about something, and are particularly suited for work that requires both devotion and a large measure of  adaptability.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  The problem for you is that you may feel such a contrast between your inner ideals and your actual  accomplishments that you may burden yourself with a sense of inadequacy. This can be true even when  you are being as effective as others. You take for granted anything you do well and are the most  modest of all the types, tending to underrate and understate yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  It is important for you to find practical ways to express your ideals; otherwise you will keep dreaming  of the impossible and accomplish very little. If you find no actions to express your ideal, you can  become too sensitive and vulnerable, with dwindling confidence in life and in yourself. Actually,  you have much to give and need only to find the spot where you are needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test47.aspx"&gt;What is your working style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;The Clothes You Wear&lt;/h3&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What others see from your style&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label1"&gt;Although to the untrained eye you may seem like a plain dresser who avoids trends, you actually wear carefully designed accessories and clothes that emphasize your uniqueness. You value your freedom and have an artistic mind. You are neither aggressive nor timid, but you believe in yourself.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What your nightclothes reveal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You're a romantic person at heart. You are imaginative but your temper can sometimes get in the way of your happiness.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What others see from your ties&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You enjoy being alone. You like to life the simple but good life, and you cherish your freedom. You are thoughtful, confident and uninterested in glamour.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What others see from your belts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label4"&gt;If there's not a single belt in your wardrobe, you like freedom and are opposed to all kinds of rules. You are creative and very good at work that requires you to stretch your imagination. Your main downfall, however, is that you can be very moody.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What others see from your shoes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label5"&gt;You're very young at heart. You regard freedom highly and don't like to be controlled by a set of rules. You don't like conflict, will compromise wherever possible, and are hardworking people. Occasionally you can become vulnerable when having to face problems, especially emotional ones.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What others see from your earrings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label6"&gt;You are probably a free spirit at heart with artistic talent. You are absolutely unique and are always coming up with lots of great ideas. Being happy is your most important goal.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The last analysis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label7"&gt;You are probably a romantic and passionate person. You are sensitive and lonely when you aren't in love. You can be somewhat self-centered, but you are honest and sincere to others. You like to make a good impression of yourself and worry about what others think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test102.aspx"&gt;The clothes you wear&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3&gt;What is your favorite fruit?&lt;/h3&gt;     &lt;div id="Panel_b"&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Here is the analysis:&lt;/p&gt; You love a good life. You live extravagantly and like everything around you to be beautifully crafted. You are optimistic, have an excellent sense of humor and enjoy having your friends around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test101.aspx"&gt;What is your favorite fruit?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;The Real You&lt;/h3&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Here is the analysis:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="Label1"&gt;You've got great self-confidence and you're full of charm. Most guys who get to know you will be attracted to you. You are far from sweet and proper; your intriguing personality fascinates them. Most guys find it easy to fall for a girl like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You really care about other people's feelings and are quite serious about the issues that affect your life. You are sincere, and your concern for the well-being of others makes many people want to be your friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You are a bright, cheerful and bubbly person. You are thoughtful and considerate, and like to have fun. Everybody feels comfortable around you because of your pleasant nature. When you walk into a room, people's eyes are likely to be drawn to you because of your charm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="Label4"&gt;Your peers think of you as a fun person, but sometimes you can be a little irresponsible. You can be somewhat childish, and can try to ignore the fact that you will one day need to really grow up and be a mature adult! Perhaps you could start reading good books; they might help you look at the world in a different light. You do want to be taken seriously, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="Label5"&gt;Your boyfriend believes that you are a strong and independent person. Your confidence and cheerfulness make you an attractive person to be around, but sometimes you need to pay more attention to what other people, including your boyfriend, are thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test81.aspx"&gt;The real you&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;What type of personality do you have?&lt;/h3&gt;      &lt;div id="Panel_b"&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Here is the analysis:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;Kind and Gentle&lt;/h3&gt; Your kindness is your charm - you are also gentle and sweet.  Everybody likes to be around people with your personality.   Like a psychologist, people like to talk to you to discuss their problems because you are proper and discrete, as well as  confident.  You look mature and people respect you.  People with this kind of character are few and far between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[note: WHAT????]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test79.aspx"&gt;What type of personality do you have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-894684318493085088?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/894684318493085088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=894684318493085088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/894684318493085088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/894684318493085088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-took-some-quizzes-at-library-and-here.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-1419080486490413076</id><published>2008-01-08T16:47:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T16:53:53.246+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, another good news for me: I'm in Ateneo's director's list! That would give me 5000 book allowance every [year?]. Might not look big for others, but it's so good for me, since I don't usually bother buying books. I am now seriously considering going to ateneo. A few months back, I was so sure I will be going to UP. GAH. But we will wait for the UPCAT results, and see how I fare. Then, we can decide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, director's list in ACET but not in my school. How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things are now blocking my way towards Ateneo. I have to switch courses if I will go to Ateneo. At first, it was just a joke on me, so I just applied on Computer Engineering. I so need to shift courses. No offense, but it's not my taste. Second is our ever-loving STR. We're making improvements now, yay! Right now I'm looking for the concentration of stuff our teacher was asking from us months before. Our fault (&gt;_&lt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes, we have to finish our STR project so we could go to college. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GL to us, man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-1419080486490413076?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/1419080486490413076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=1419080486490413076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/1419080486490413076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/1419080486490413076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-another-good-news-for-me-im-in.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-1329227956133545574</id><published>2008-01-07T12:46:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T12:54:07.228+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just came from the retreat and I have a resolution: no more yaoi. I'm serious. It's time I mature and get off my imaginary, sort of sinful world. Yaoi fans, please don't be offended. But for me, it's no more yaoi. No more senru. No more fujitezu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, I passed the ateneo exam, and got my 75% scholarship! Now I have two choices - UP or Ateneo. A while back, I was so sure at UP, since I thought the 75% scholarship would not be granted. But yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Philip's so ANNOYING. He was in the top 2% of the ACET and is a star scholar in La Salle. Grr. [But hey, congrats!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am now torn with UP or Ateneo. I don't think I'll be trying for schools abroad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-1329227956133545574?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/1329227956133545574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=1329227956133545574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/1329227956133545574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/1329227956133545574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-just-came-from-retreat-and-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-5627103580128048091</id><published>2008-01-03T17:12:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T17:32:29.008+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School's back, damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Christmas was like this:&lt;br /&gt;* no-shopping-til-summer law imposed&lt;br /&gt;* no-gift-to-Mae-from-Mama Christmas eve&lt;br /&gt;* sit-in-front-of-the-TV-screen-til-your-butt-aches combined with munch-and-munch-til-you-gather-more-than-healthy-amounts-of-carbs&lt;br /&gt;* no-freaking-internet-access-at-home plus virus-infected-computers and too-slow-for-blog-and-multiply-updating internet cafes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, we all looked forward to New Year, which was slightly better : of course, it is Rukawa's birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yeah, after a long, almost month-long vacation, we're back to school. And we are so lucky, to be on a 1:40 dismissal time on the first day of school. hah. I'm in no mood to type about it now, since I'm in a crowded internet cafe [but pretty fast, nonetheless, so it's perfectly okay right now]. Bottom line is, my grades suck and we're going to retreat tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-5627103580128048091?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/5627103580128048091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=5627103580128048091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/5627103580128048091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/5627103580128048091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2008/01/schools-back-damn-it.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-2708686362075359285</id><published>2007-12-11T18:21:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T18:33:53.587+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was trying to edit some pics, hehe... so, here are some edited pics salvaged from either &lt;a href="http://skweegee.multiply.com/"&gt;Kim's&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://lemonized.multiply.com/"&gt;Yssa's&lt;/a&gt; multiply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b58/onedarkwing/DSC03292-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edited pic number one]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b58/onedarkwing/pix20486-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edited pic number two]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b58/onedarkwing/DSC02892-2-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edited pic number three]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I still stuck at editing pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-2708686362075359285?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/2708686362075359285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=2708686362075359285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/2708686362075359285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/2708686362075359285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-was-trying-to-edit-some-pics-hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-593723928294874326</id><published>2007-12-11T17:31:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T17:37:55.154+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got a nice brother, really, even if he is often the object of my explosive mood swing fits. So, I was easing my no-shopping pains [yep, mama already imposed one, so I have something to bawl at this long vacation] by trying on mix-and-matching different clothes. I came across a top that would definitely look good with short shorts. So, conversation went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uy, maganda ba?&lt;br /&gt;David: Hindi.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Bakit naman?&lt;br /&gt;David: Shorts o Maong?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Shorts.&lt;br /&gt;David: Hmp, pangit.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hah? Mas maganda kaya kaysa sa maong. Teka, try ko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*went up to try on with maong pants*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hindi, oh, mas maganda yung short shorts.&lt;br /&gt;David: Hindi nga pwede, mababastos ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww. Sweet protective little bro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-593723928294874326?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/593723928294874326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=593723928294874326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/593723928294874326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/593723928294874326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/12/ive-got-nice-brother-really-even-if-he.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-9130394960254310910</id><published>2007-12-07T17:05:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T17:20:21.202+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was finally able to access net properly again! GAAH! [And no more emo posts. I get teased for emo posts.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so not in the mood to blog now. I'm still annoyed that we won't be able to go shopping for christmas. Boo. Anyway, the shopkeepers in this shop was fighting. LOL. Funny. Complete post here. [But it's in Filipino. BAH, as if there are other people are actually reading my blog]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there. Ha-ha. Lazy mode. I'll be changing my blogskin later... so ... bbye :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-9130394960254310910?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/9130394960254310910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=9130394960254310910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/9130394960254310910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/9130394960254310910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-was-finally-able-to-access-net.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-4130275442558487504</id><published>2007-12-01T17:28:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T17:45:36.884+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm at an internet cafe (again), and I was about to upload some pictures from my beloved phone, but there wasn't any program for it... so... nevermind... I'll have it burned to the CD someday... &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of our teacher. People say she's already &lt;em&gt;masungit, &lt;/em&gt;and it's probably our fault. BAAH! [And sir Taffy making comments does not help at all.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our periodical exams are next week, and I haven't studied yet! Man! And I haven't bought my exchange gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still upset with my mom because she cancelled our shopping. Damn, man... I was so looking forward to that. But then, there are stuff to be bought for the house construction [again]. That house better be beautiful, magnificent, extraordinarily cozy, relaxing, and yadda, cause it sure is sucking a lot from our christmas. But at least next Christmas, we'll be spending in a new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody want to give me money for shopping???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-4130275442558487504?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/4130275442558487504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=4130275442558487504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/4130275442558487504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/4130275442558487504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-at-internet-cafe-again-and-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-7791746210657169777</id><published>2007-11-27T14:18:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T14:22:36.800+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our adviser got depressed with us last week. Almost half of the class was sleeping while she was discussing our Calculus lesson. She got aggravated, one Math teacher said, and she became sicker than she already is. Because of that, she has been absent since yesterday. [There was a weekend, so she was probably sick for around four days already]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yssa said it's her first time. Well, actually, it's not mine, since second year days did. But still... I like Ma'am Dinah. Hope she gets well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//will edit later. Kyle came and said that we have Health class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-7791746210657169777?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/7791746210657169777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=7791746210657169777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/7791746210657169777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/7791746210657169777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/11/our-adviser-got-depressed-with-us-last.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-3138969556206505817</id><published>2007-11-25T13:56:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T08:16:48.791+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/R0kGO_TahuI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cq1UULj5tE8/s1600-h/DSC03296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136643704573560546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/R0kGO_TahuI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cq1UULj5tE8/s320/DSC03296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yssa and Gabby ala Naruto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hell week is approaching - next week! And damn, I did not do much. I spent most of my weekend yiddy-yaddaing out of the house. Yesterday, Saturday, my mom sent me and my cousin, &lt;a href="http://pbafantic.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joy&lt;/a&gt;, to pay phone and electric bills and do the grocery. That means the mall. And I can never go straight to my business when I'm in a mall. So, yeah, there goes my Saturday. And Sunday (today), well, the house was so busy because of the construction, and I was giving myself some petty excuses so I won't study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grad pic taking was done. LOL. Pics scattered in this post is courtesy of &lt;a href="http://lemonized.multiply.com/"&gt;Yssa&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/R0kEgvTahrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WsWK8eKvviA/s1600-h/DSC03291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136641810492982962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/R0kEgvTahrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WsWK8eKvviA/s320/DSC03291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me in my creative pose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-3138969556206505817?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/3138969556206505817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=3138969556206505817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/3138969556206505817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/3138969556206505817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/11/yssa-and-gabby-ala-naruto-hell-week-is.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/R0kGO_TahuI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cq1UULj5tE8/s72-c/DSC03296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-1826390707167098285</id><published>2007-11-21T17:50:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T17:54:31.074+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://onnachance.com/quiz/celestial.htm" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://onnachance.com/quiz/ofanite.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://onnachance.com/quiz/celestial.htm" target="new"&gt;Find your Celestial Choir&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://onnachance.com/quiz/q3.php" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://onnachance.com/quiz/shape.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://onnachance.com/quiz/q3.php" target="new"&gt;What Type of Friend Are You?&lt;/a&gt; quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me, you know that that ^^^^ above is not true. I'm probably just in a pissed off (or something, coz I don't feel pissed off) mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-1826390707167098285?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/1826390707167098285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=1826390707167098285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/1826390707167098285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/1826390707167098285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/11/find-your-celestial-choir-take-what.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-2388720377554266481</id><published>2007-11-21T12:15:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T12:21:09.721+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I started looking for stuff around the mall yesterday, and after a while, I heard and felt my tummy rumble. I let my mind drift away so I won't feel the hunger pangs, but someone eating a juicy McDo burger passed by. Its aroma reached my nose and somehow ended up in my supposed-to-be locked up mind. GAAH! [And Gabby was eating a burger beside me a while ago!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the mall was oozing with Christmas spirit already. They were playing christmas songs, and Christmas decors were there wherever I looked. I don't like Christmas to come yet, for some weird reason I can't pinpoint accurately. But I am sure I don't want to. Yesterday, actually, Jamie set up a mini-excange gift for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baah. Christmas is all around and I'm trying to kick it away. One of these days, I'll be kicking myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTMAS WISHLIST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book&lt;br /&gt;Drawing materials&lt;br /&gt;Bag&lt;br /&gt;TOP!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-2388720377554266481?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/2388720377554266481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=2388720377554266481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/2388720377554266481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/2388720377554266481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-started-looking-for-stuff-around-mall.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-412406347583017268</id><published>2007-11-20T15:22:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T15:47:28.773+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm mentally and emotionally exhausted. And in times like these, my reflex is to laugh. So, yeah, I acted like one crazy ass. Oh... STR, I &lt;3 U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the height of my mental and emotional confusion, I passed by Sir Martin teaching his Asian History class of second years (read: lower years), and wow, did I reminisce. I remember the first year days where we get numerous long breaks without any pay off of very exhausting work. We are still busy for ordinary 1st years, but hey, we've got time to idle around empty classrooms and watch yellow petals from the narra tree fall during January, which made up an autumn-like feel in the campus. We also got time to play piko, or stop by at Ate Tin and play scrabble (where I always win!) and chess (where I always lose!). Hey, we even got time to be given a few solo minutes at Y!Speak - all of Topaz did. I remembered our failed Art project, wherein the human frame from wire that we did looked nothing close to being human. I remembered playing patintero in the heat of the afternoon sun, where, well, I was no good - I always got &lt;em&gt;taya-ed. &lt;/em&gt;I remember days of pin soccer at the girl's dorm annex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered Sir Martz, too, and our Asian history class when we were in 2nd year. I admit the first thing that came into my mind was the WOTE incident. Boy, was it silent! But then, time heals everything, and I looked at it without any ill feelings whatsoever. I remembered the times when Sir Martz would speak about Asian History - The secret meaning of the burning torch in China's emperor's castle; what &lt;em&gt;gohan &lt;/em&gt;meant; Alexander the Great's secrets, which I willingly shared with my cousin who couldn't believe me, and asked her own teacher about it, who scolded her; and, well, WOTE moments with adelfa, where we did the cards in a McDo restaurant while eating fries so we don't get kicked out; cramming in the front lobby Sunday before submission, and... loads of memories, to cut it short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, not much lot of third year memories. Third year was fast, too, I guess, as we get a glimpse of what kind of hell STR is. But then, I can remember our long walk from Benjo's house to the MRT station, our vanity in taking pics while on the way. I remember the MRT ride itself, where all people were staring at us while we were chatting noisily (the only noises were from us!). I remember my &lt;em&gt;Kikay, &lt;/em&gt;my dear role of Kikay, where I shamelessly acted what I was supposed to act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth year memories? Still too early to start reminiscing, but I get the feel that when I grow older, my strongest memory of fourth year would be freaking STR. STR and all the STRess it brings, all the shit it gets out of me, how it pulled all my other grades down. I wish not, seeing how nice my lower-year memories were. Maybe I'm just being pessimistic right now, because maybe when I get to see the lighter mode of things, I can remember the trip to UPLB, the nice scenes, the trek (where mama was freaking out :P). But I'm in no mood to remember all those stuff this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love STR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-412406347583017268?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/412406347583017268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=412406347583017268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/412406347583017268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/412406347583017268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-mentally-and-emotionally-exhausted.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-9205844935655349839</id><published>2007-11-12T16:53:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T17:10:58.857+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Still no landline, still no cellphone, still no internet, still no computer, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;still disconnected to the rest of the world&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It's stiffling. GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yssa and I are &lt;u&gt;DONE with swimming&lt;/u&gt;! Oh yeah! We swam &lt;u&gt;fifty laps in one meeting&lt;/u&gt;. I was tired but I wasn't as starving as I expected myself to be. Ehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was coming off a stupidly - free weekend. Ha-ha! Two whole days were wasted with shopping and going around the malls. My stipends are almost gone [and allowance for this week! haha!] so I have to tighten my belt again, and proceed with my beloved saving method of bringing only exact fare. BLEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't mean I hate shopping. I think I got rubbed with my mom's shopaholic tendencies. But at least I do not have money I can spend. I think if someone would actually give me ten thousand, I'll spend it all in clothes, shoes, and bags. I've gone so much worse from summer. Not like I can actually do that, coz my mom's wearing a tight belt because of our house construction, while I myself don't have money. Five hundred stipends a month is sure not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dragged my cousin with me to search stuff for my grad pic informal pose. YAY! I have my costume now. I think I won't post here how it looks like, coz it will spoil stuff, and I have enough similar costume-rs already, but I will post a picture of it here... sooner or later :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! Thursday... come thursday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: I don't really give much damn to the STR thing now. HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-9205844935655349839?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/9205844935655349839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=9205844935655349839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/9205844935655349839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/9205844935655349839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/11/still-no-landline-still-no-cellphone.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-6083946636799651722</id><published>2007-11-07T11:56:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T12:09:25.851+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess I should be studying or doing our [ehem] Physics ppt [ehem] [gah. irresponsible me] but I just can't let this one pass.&lt;br /&gt;So, I was going over the draft of our STR proposal. At the introduction, there were 2-3 lines skipped from one heading to another because at the previous draft, the next heading was in the next page. Sir wrote, in all caps: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHY IS THERE A BIG SPACE HERE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The RRL was way funnier. We wrote 'acclimatization'. Sir said: 'acclimation [my mistake]' And then there was "This will be explained later." Sir encircled the whole sentence and put cross marks over it. He wrote: "DO NOT EVER SAY THIS IN YOUR PAPER"&lt;br /&gt;Also, we wrote "It [MS medium] was invented by..." Sir encircled it and crossed it and replaced it to "developed". Then, there was "phosphorus is &lt;u&gt;essential needed&lt;/u&gt; for..." Sir encircled it and wrote "HA?" with a note above: "May I request that you proofread your paper twice."&lt;br /&gt;There was a part of our RRL discussing how to make an MS medium. So, while at the middle of it, we wrote "The &lt;u&gt;made &lt;/u&gt;MS medium..." which sir encircled and placed "WHAAAT?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the funniest, at least to me. We are required to use "Teepol detergent". The word processor auto-corrected it to "Teapot". So, sir wrote: "teepol, not teapot. My god!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, will now get to work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-6083946636799651722?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/6083946636799651722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=6083946636799651722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/6083946636799651722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/6083946636799651722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-guess-i-should-be-studying-or-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-7055835051936923427</id><published>2007-11-06T16:29:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T16:44:16.550+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the sake of my previously decent post, I'll be making a proper post. [All previous posts are useless rants, if you noticed (&gt;_&lt;)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my pseudo-sem break reading &lt;u&gt;books&lt;/u&gt;. Hehe... Got three books from the library right before it started. I read &lt;u&gt;Sherlock Holmes novels&lt;/u&gt;, but I got bored after two cases, so I stopped. It was too think for my taste, anyway. &lt;strong&gt;I guess I will never be mature enough to go appreciating classics &lt;/strong&gt;and yadda, coz' the books I enjoyed were for kids : HOOT and 21 Balloons. LOL. That does not mean I'm going to read &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chick lit - NEVER! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Ever since I started making fanfics (almost always romance at that), I saw ALL love stories CLICHE. Yep, until now, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday, I'm as useless as an ass. Good thing the Physics long test got moved today, but &lt;u&gt;FUCK I'M GOING TO FAIL&lt;/u&gt;! It was no good, too... I am going to fail. I sat like a fool thinking how on Earth I'm going to pass that long test. There weren't any conceptual parts. BAH! So much for regaining the 1.50 in Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, too, I flicked the TV on, hoping to get a random replay of my Tenorio playing &lt;3. [He isn't married yet, back off!] Instead, I get an NBA game - Cavaliers versus Suns. I watched for a while, but I got bored, too. Maybe because I don't have a team playing [not like I do have an NBA team], but I guess its because they play with force and not a little grace, or something. Fine, these are guy basketball players and they're supposed to be strong and not graceful but, you know the satisfaction you get from watching graceful people do what they're supposed to do? AAGH! Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there. Go PBA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-7055835051936923427?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/7055835051936923427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=7055835051936923427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/7055835051936923427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/7055835051936923427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/11/for-sake-of-my-previously-decent-post.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-5795422680016858427</id><published>2007-11-05T13:41:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T13:45:03.779+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At the library again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out as I expected it: I am so not ready for school today, or this week, or anytime else with these requirements. In fact, I am in such a hang-over I want to kill anyone who dictates any requirements on me. (&gt;_&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the library doing stuff. Again. Reading manga, but the librarian has hot eyes on me already. Must pause for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-5795422680016858427?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/5795422680016858427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=5795422680016858427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/5795422680016858427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/5795422680016858427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/11/at-library-again.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-7210983354178086762</id><published>2007-11-03T18:19:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T18:21:42.178+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am going to die. If anything, this no-internet plus no-computer at home is killing me. GAH. I'm not excited at going to school, either. I'm totally in a lazy mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed my posts are losing their touch. They're all RANTS. Sorry, dearests...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Oist, Yssa... yung pics (T_T).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-7210983354178086762?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/7210983354178086762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=7210983354178086762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/7210983354178086762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/7210983354178086762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-going-to-die.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-2742181832646568307</id><published>2007-10-31T11:09:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T11:11:45.051+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ComSci and STR stressed out. GAH! So... yeah... the day is supposed to be a swoosh, but it isn't. GAH. My mom is so gonna kill me this Monday. We haven't settled it with Dr. Militante yet, and she's supposed to get the explant this Monday! DAMN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-2742181832646568307?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/2742181832646568307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=2742181832646568307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/2742181832646568307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/2742181832646568307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/10/comsci-and-str-stressed-out.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-1803487165895464894</id><published>2007-10-30T11:34:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T18:25:52.481+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know you've had enough of the library's free internet access when you log-in to a computer after a weekend, and see that the last person who logged in it (from last week) was you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;Olav said it wasn't him who told whomever. Who told him, then?????.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we have classes today (sweet idleness is not in our side anymore, but we do get free periods). While I was on my way to school, the tricycle driver told me: "Wala namang pasok ngayon, ah?" [with weird tone] BAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, wasting precious time when I could have been doing our beloved Math problem set.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-1803487165895464894?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/1803487165895464894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=1803487165895464894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/1803487165895464894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/1803487165895464894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-know-youve-had-enough-of-librarys.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-5590325158700969500</id><published>2007-10-27T16:53:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T17:16:18.159+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GAHHH! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Buking na ako - I know. I shall never trust Olav again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing the Bio lab rep in an internet cafe. So sucks. The computer at home looks like it has a virus or something... bah. I now declare it useless. MY FILES~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah... we don't have a phone, I don't have internet connection... well, frankly, the only way to contact me these days is through cellphone! I can't believe it! For the last three to four years, I've been telling my classmates not to text me when I'm at home since I cannot receive them anyway. Now it's my only means of communication at home. BAH. The house we rented has little signal at the second floor. Menial signal, but I can receive messages. BAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: I went home with Sir Taffy yesterday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-5590325158700969500?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/5590325158700969500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=5590325158700969500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/5590325158700969500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/5590325158700969500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/10/gahhh-buking-na-ako-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-2379305236607335076</id><published>2007-10-26T15:25:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T15:26:40.640+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We only had four subjects for the whole day. Like shit, man. But if this is the only way I should earn any money through allowance, then so be it. (&gt;_&lt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-2379305236607335076?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/2379305236607335076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=2379305236607335076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/2379305236607335076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/2379305236607335076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/10/we-only-had-four-subjects-for-whole-day.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-327045581685016691</id><published>2007-10-26T11:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T11:15:25.371+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These days are just so IDLE. The teachers don't want to have a class, either, so we always end up in breaks. BAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days are just so worthless. (&gt;_&lt;) At least we have more time to do our beloved STR project.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-327045581685016691?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/327045581685016691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=327045581685016691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/327045581685016691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/327045581685016691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/10/these-days-are-just-so-idle.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-2610665841569212198</id><published>2007-10-25T10:47:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T10:52:36.162+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is the most useless day ever. And somehow, I have a feeling that next week will be the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the whole day, I will have only 4 subjects: Chem, which was a while ago, wherein we discussed something which could otherwise be read at the book. We were dismissed really early, too.&lt;br /&gt;Next was English, which was virtually a free period. We were given tasks to do, which we could not do for the moment since we haven't read the selection yet.&lt;br /&gt;Next will be Viscomm, which will be all blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;Last will be Bio, wherein we will have a lab. This is the major concern for today. It kind of sucks, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH. IDLENESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-2610665841569212198?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/2610665841569212198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=2610665841569212198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/2610665841569212198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/2610665841569212198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-is-most-useless-day-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-7915894371077748423</id><published>2007-10-23T12:01:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T16:29:43.704+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These days, lunch means library, which means internet, which means blogging. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making our ComSci website. &lt;a href = "http://intradosinc.freeprohost.com"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;. I really wish I have internet at home. I can't go to some restricted sites. GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, random post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit: It's raining [again], I don't have an umbrella [again], which means I'm stranded at school [again].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH [again]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-7915894371077748423?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/7915894371077748423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=7915894371077748423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/7915894371077748423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/7915894371077748423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/10/these-days-lunch-means-library-which.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-8581921775889964997</id><published>2007-10-22T13:24:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T13:27:13.229+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so thankful for the internet access at the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTERNET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, the owner of the house where we are temporarily staying at is fond of roses. She left her roses to our care. So we have a peach rose, a white rose, and a budding red rose. So cool. I wish the red rose would already bloom &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a game at homeroom a while ago. There is a paper at your back and people get to write stuff about you there. LOL. Someone said (Yssa) that I had to contain my emotions, else I'll grow old fast. Someone else said that I was tampuhin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Guilty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-8581921775889964997?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/8581921775889964997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=8581921775889964997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/8581921775889964997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/8581921775889964997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-so-thankful-for-internet-access-at.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-4110243698029937467</id><published>2007-10-20T19:57:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T19:57:48.769+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I won't be having internet access at home next week :( No internet would so be the death of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, there's always the library~ &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the stuff have already been transferred. This room I'm sitting in is actually empty. Every click on the keypad generates an echo. BAH. My room is already barren, too, except for the bed. LOL. I'll probably be the last one to move out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-4110243698029937467?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/4110243698029937467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=4110243698029937467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/4110243698029937467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/4110243698029937467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-wont-be-having-internet-access-at.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-7842883398114049490</id><published>2007-10-19T19:37:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T19:40:24.119+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, yeah, I'm pretty tired and so not in the mood to type english. So I'm posting in Taglish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How tall are you barefoot?&lt;br /&gt;- 4'11 3/4" daw sabi ng school nurse. Hindi pa gawing 5'0"&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever smoked?&lt;br /&gt;- no. Don't even want to try ever.&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you own a gun?&lt;br /&gt;- no. But I want to learn how to shoot. Self defence!&lt;br /&gt;4.Do you hate someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you get nervous?&lt;br /&gt;- yes&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you think of hotdogs?&lt;br /&gt;- ultimate fried junk food (next to fries). Ultimate instant ulam... next sa cup noodles?&lt;br /&gt;7.What's your favorite Christmas song?&lt;br /&gt;- Christmas in our hearts ba yon? Type ko na lang yung lyrics. Ang ganda kasi eh... may meaning talaga para sa akin... "Whenever I see boys and girls selling lanterns on the street..."&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;- hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;9. Can you do push-ups?&lt;br /&gt;- modified push ups. Pag totoong push ups... isa o dalawa lang :P&lt;br /&gt;10. What's your favorite piece of jewelry?&lt;br /&gt;- um... hindi ako mahilig.&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you like painkillers?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;12. What is your secret weapon to attract the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;- ewan ko. wala pa akong naaattract. (&gt;_&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you own a knife?&lt;br /&gt;- mini-samurai sword na keychain. Na may kalawang. Na hindi matulis. Pero nakakapatay pa rin ng tao: tetano.&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you have HIV?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;15. Name?&lt;br /&gt;- Angelica Mae Amorato Acierto. Maya&lt;br /&gt;16. Name three things you want to do at this exact moment.&lt;br /&gt;- bumalik sa time, magSHOPPING, Yakapin ang isang tao... &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;17. Name the last three things you have bought lately.&lt;br /&gt;- Super damn expensive green tea with passion fruit na may japanese/chinese characters, rice, chicken strips [Lunch XP]&lt;br /&gt;18. Name three things you regularly drink.&lt;br /&gt;- Water, chocolate, iced tea&lt;br /&gt;19. What time did you wake up today?&lt;br /&gt;- 5:20 am&lt;br /&gt;20. Current worry?&lt;br /&gt;- Hmm... STR grade sa third at fourth quarter. (UGH! GC!)&lt;br /&gt;21. Current hate?&lt;br /&gt;- Wala. Good mood ako.&lt;br /&gt;22. Favorite place to be?&lt;br /&gt;- hmm... usually sasabihin ko sa kwarto or bahay... pero ngayon gusto ko talaga bumalik sa school. Bwisit kasi mga tao sa school, eh... Nagpapakasenti, 3rd quarter pa lang naman. Nahawaan tuloy ako.&lt;br /&gt;23. Least favorite place to be?&lt;br /&gt;- STR room&lt;br /&gt;24. Where would you like to go?&lt;br /&gt;- Pareho kami ni Jay. Heaven. pero di pa ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you own slippers?&lt;br /&gt;- yes&lt;br /&gt;26. What shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;- ang aking paboritong white shirt. Na paluma na rin. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;27. Favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;- red&lt;br /&gt;28. Would you like to be a pirate?&lt;br /&gt;- oo. Para pareho kami ni Sanji ko~! Tas lulutuan niya ako ng food. Kaso tataba ulit ako non :(... So... makikipagtraining na lang ako kay Zorro para di tumaba. [One Piece talk]&lt;br /&gt;29.Last time you had an alcoholic drink?&lt;br /&gt;- last week. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;30. What songs do you sing in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;- Torete. 1000 miles. Accidentally In Love. 525,600 minutes (tama ba? Basta yang song na yan).&lt;br /&gt;31. What did you fear was going to get you at night as a child?&lt;br /&gt;- moomoo. Baka merong kamay sa ilalim ng bed na biglang kukuha sa akin. O kaya pag mag-isa akong natutulog... (malaki yung bed noon) Feeling ko meron akong katabi... kaya nagtatalukbong ako ng kumot.&lt;br /&gt;32. What's in your pocket/s right now?&lt;br /&gt;- coins&lt;br /&gt;33. Last thing that made you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;- Si Non at Si Neil Abendan... Food eating contest. [eww]&lt;br /&gt;34. Last thing that made you cry?&lt;br /&gt;- hehe. ayokong sabihin, nakakahiya :P&lt;br /&gt;35. Worst injury you've ever had?&lt;br /&gt;- sprain lang ang injury ko ever... so yon... pwede na rin injury sa puso. (ahehehe)&lt;br /&gt;36. Who is your loudest friend?&lt;br /&gt;- hm. hm. yssa?&lt;br /&gt;37. Who is your most silent friend?&lt;br /&gt;- Hmm... akala ng iba si Philip, pero di yan silent. Wala ata akong silent friend.&lt;br /&gt;38. Last movie watched?&lt;br /&gt;- Resident Evil 3. Wakekeke&lt;br /&gt;39. What is your favorite book?&lt;br /&gt;- Wala. Hmm. wala ata talaga eh. the giver? Angels and Demons? BAH&lt;br /&gt;40. What is your favorite chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;- DARK CHOCOLATE! Hindi masyado matamis! Di pa masyado nakakataba! San ka pa!&lt;br /&gt;41. What song did/do you want played at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;- Hmm... sa totoo lang... di ko alam.&lt;br /&gt;42. What were you doing 12 AM last night?&lt;br /&gt;- Tulog.&lt;br /&gt;43. What was the first thing you did today?&lt;br /&gt;- bumangon. :P Ta's naglakad. Ta's umupo.&lt;br /&gt;44. What was the last thing you did the day before yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;- nagdasal din ata. either that or nag daydream sandali bago matulog. O nightdream? [gabi na kasi! WAHAHAHAHA ~ corny joke yon]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-7842883398114049490?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/7842883398114049490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=7842883398114049490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/7842883398114049490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/7842883398114049490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-yeah-im-pretty-tired-and-so-not-in.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-39040550379904791</id><published>2007-10-19T11:40:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T20:15:45.954+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We had our outreach today at PCMC, a hospital walking distance away. At first I thought it sucks. Big time. I mean, last year at high school and we go to an outreach for a fieldtrip? And last year, too, we didn't go anywhere [all for the oh-so-expensive Shang prom]. It sucks. But then, I had to change my mind. I actually wish we were given more time to interact with the patients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People brought a lot of stuff. Lots of food, too, that it was so tempting. [APPLES!] So, anyway, after assembling and forming two straight lines, one for girls and one for guys, we walked from school to PCMC. There were three students per room. I went with Kim and Yela. There were four kids in our room: Johnbert (9), Sandara (3), Rogine (3), and Harvey (5). I had to admit I was so nervous. I never liked kids, so I don't know how to deal with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first talked with Sandara, if you call that talking. She was in so much pain, I wanted to hug her. But she was afraid of people other than her father. All I can do was stroke her soothingly... I wish that did soothe her. She was admitted three days ago because of typhoid fever. Since I don't really know how else to talk to them (her and her dad, who was also very tired), I talked to other kids. They all looked fine. I talked with Harvey the next (with Kim). He's actually already fine, and is supposed to be released today! YEY! But even though he is already fine, he still wasn't speaking a lot. Maybe he's still shy or something. But he did enjoy the toy we brought with us.We talked to Johnbert next. He's the most okay to talk to, probably because he's already old. He likes drawing over reading! I wish I just bought coloring materials instead of marbles. Then I had something to give him. We talked to Rogine last. He was the shy type, too. GAH. But at least he listens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the doctor came in and checked Sandara, she cried. I felt my tears threatening to fall. Seriously. I really wish Sandara would be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we had to leave. Time flew by so fast. Before we left, Sandara was up and playing. But she still won't talk to us. Well, at least she's got entertainment now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm at the library, again. (&gt;_&lt;) [this was edited at home :P]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-39040550379904791?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/39040550379904791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=39040550379904791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/39040550379904791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/39040550379904791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/10/we-had-our-outreach-today-at-pcmc.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-2200951336209801084</id><published>2007-10-17T20:12:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T20:13:41.127+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Mime dance is done, at last. I can't say we did a good job. I guess we did an 'okay' job, but the Sayaw interpretasyon was still better. I am in no mood to make a detailed description of the whole day [in a bad mood (@__@)], but yeah, the whole day was pretty much lazy and idle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm weird, if not two-faced. When I am in a good mood at school, I usually end up in a bad mood at home. When I am in loner mode at school, I usually end up in a good mood at home. I don't know why. It makes me sort of guilty, too, having two contrasting moods in two places... And that so applies to me today. I mean it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am so prone to extreme mood swings, like sir &lt;a href="mailto:+@%%"&gt;+@%%&lt;/a&gt;!. Ugh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-2200951336209801084?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/2200951336209801084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=2200951336209801084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/2200951336209801084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/2200951336209801084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/10/mime-dance-is-done-at-last.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-5922601249474431967</id><published>2007-10-13T21:17:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T21:25:08.442+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We're not yet moving; we'll probably do so next week. (&gt;_&lt;) Anyway, yeah, I woke up early and helped with the NCE. I just took the morning session, though. It's a &lt;b&gt;complete work-out&lt;/b&gt;. I mean it. Anyway, yeah... a lot of funny things here. There were two problematic rooms - rooms 9 and 10. They kept on changing the venue. [poor kids] So, Ian and I just took a few children with us upstairs. When we were going down, we met one of the facilitators who were leading a line of room-10 kids to their new venue. Ian talked with him to know the whereabouts. However, the kids proceeded to follow the two of us. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ian&lt;/b&gt;: Ang lakas ng magnet natin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Ian talked to some of the kids, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ian&lt;/b&gt;: Mani-in ninyo yung exam. Magdala kayo ng mani ta's kumain kayo doon.&lt;br /&gt;(T_T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yeah, I left after the morning session to help with the cleaning of the house we will rent. Turned out I'm of no help, though. I just kept on laughing at random things. Well, at least I kept the cleaners entertained.&lt;br /&gt;San Miguel changed their name to Magnolia! I just can't believe it... NO WAY MAN!!! "Go Magnolia! fight fight FIGHT!" just doesn't sound right. Anyway, yes, I was whining about this after I arrived from NCE. Conversation went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joy&lt;/b&gt;: Okey lang yun, parehong team pa rin naman. Nandon pa naman yung mga players at coaches eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mae&lt;/b&gt;: Hindi. Ang pangit. Iba pa rin kapag San Miguel. Hindi ako makapapayag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joy&lt;/b&gt;: Pupunta nga ako mamaya sa PBA forum. Tignan ko kung anong reaction ng mga San Miguel fans. Tingin ko hati yon. Syempre, merong ayaw, merong okey lang, parang ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mae&lt;/b&gt;: Hindi. Lahat sila ayaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joy&lt;/b&gt;: Aba, hindi ba ako San Miguel fan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mae&lt;/b&gt;: Hindi. Electric fan ka!!! [laughed like she sniffed marijuana]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Random things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "work-out" this morning was of no use, since I spent the whole after noon sleeping after a heavy meal. We played basketball, but I ate a heavy dinner too, so... (T_T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day, we were moving some stuff we could move [not commonly used stuff] from the house to the one we would rent. It's very near, since we do not have any plans to change address for just 1 1/2 - 2 months of staying out of the house. Since it is very near, and is almost set-up and just waiting for occupants, we now regarded it like a second-home-slash-tambayan. People keep on moving to and fro the two houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now I'm left by myself to our house. Everyone else is either drinking beer or making tambay [LOL] at the second house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-5922601249474431967?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/5922601249474431967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=5922601249474431967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/5922601249474431967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/5922601249474431967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/10/were-not-yet-moving-well-probably-do-so.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-5558003651548023830</id><published>2007-10-12T21:30:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T21:58:06.282+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(&gt;_&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a practice today. It was set 8 am. I woke up late, so I arrived there around 9:30. We waited for around 1 1/2 more hours before the shop got opened. Frankly, the practice was practically useless. [yep, pun intended] Since our part wasn't doing anything good, I figured we could do our Econ. But apparently, Yssa forgot the ad at the dorm, so we have to choose a new one. (&gt;_&lt;) I went home and got magazines. And then it rained. Hard. Luckily I brought my umbrella with me. When I arrived, practice was over (T_T).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't return home. My mom will get angry. She even accused me of dating and not going to practice. (Hah! I can only dream on!) Plus the class was planning to go to Trinoma. So... we did (^_^).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used David's van as transpo. There were 15 of us who were going, so we obviously can't fit there. Olav and Richard were left. There were two people at the front [the driver and David], seven at the middle [Kyla, Jean, Bang, me, Yssa, Giselle, Jamie], and five at the back [Angel, Kyle, Ian, Gabby, Jay]. We witnessed 'inertia' in motion - everytime the vehicle curved, the person on that side will be so squished. Big effect on us girls. There were humps, too. (&gt;_&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to go sing at the Red Box, but it was close. So we just dispersed [ugh. can't think of a proper verb] and just planned on meeting in front of Timezone by 3, so that Olav and Richard could catch up with us. We proceeded to watch Resident Evil 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first time in, what, two to three years? that I watched at a moviehouse. I suck. So, anyway... yeah. It was so COLD. And Ian is funny, too. (&gt;_&lt;) He covers his eyes but he keeps on peeking anyway. LOL. No movie reviews here. I suck at that, since I don't watch movies a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go home early, though. There was a free Click5 concert at Trinoma. I wanted to watch, but I have to go home before it gets dark. So I left early [again. I sure am building up my Cinderella reputation]. I went to NBS first, though, to check on Les Miserables. Then, I went to line up. Funny, I even saw Gabby and Kyla at the line. (&gt;_&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not arrive before it got dark. It was so traffic at Trinoma I wanted to curse. Yeah, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun day, though. I hope next time we do this, everyone comes (^_^).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be the NCE. I'll be one of the usherettes, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-5558003651548023830?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/5558003651548023830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=5558003651548023830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/5558003651548023830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/5558003651548023830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-did-not-arrive-before-it-got-dark.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-5915153994793238170</id><published>2007-10-10T13:20:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T13:33:05.758+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long time no blog. And I mean &lt;strong&gt;long time&lt;/strong&gt; no blog. It is long time, at least for my own standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I found out &lt;strong&gt;I failed the econ exam&lt;/strong&gt;. I suck. I &lt;strong&gt;failed a Physics long test,&lt;/strong&gt; too, but at least the exam was high [only four mistakes!]. So... I was so determined to do good on the last Econ long test and a part two of the said Physics Long test. But things went against my way. There was a problem regarding the electricity bill [we paid late] that &lt;strong&gt;our electricity got cut&lt;/strong&gt;! It was so annoying studying with the candle light. But I guess it paid off. I understood the Econ long test, frankly. It is only a matter of carelessness. I finished the Physics part two, too... but after spending more than half of my lunchbreak at it. Right now, I'm at the library [walked out on Viscomm... AGAIN... I wish I did not go to Viscomm... seriously... I wish I went to Filjourn or something].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God is performing his divine intervention on me&lt;/strong&gt;. Last last night, &lt;u&gt;I did nothing but play a role-playing game&lt;/u&gt; [its concept is like Ragnarok, but it is a lot more raw... plus it doesn't need internet connection]. I guess I was &lt;u&gt;so overconfident&lt;/u&gt; that &lt;u&gt;I am so gonna get a high grade even without studying&lt;/u&gt; since I found out that my Math grade is 1.75. Then, day after that [yesterday], &lt;strong&gt;I got two failing exams&lt;/strong&gt;. God knows how much I thrive on negative emotions to perform better. He cut off our electricity, too, &lt;u&gt;so I cannot play&lt;/u&gt;. That way, I was forced to study, and then go to sleep early, since there weren't any distractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;God is so great.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-5915153994793238170?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/5915153994793238170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=5915153994793238170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/5915153994793238170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/5915153994793238170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/10/long-time-no-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-262924246251248038</id><published>2007-10-05T14:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T14:13:00.290+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Periodical exams are finally over. &lt;/b&gt;So is the STR powerpoint presentation and the Health animation (which David took care of). David actually burst in a rage when it was declared that Health was moved. (&gt;_&lt;) But even if [almost] all are over and done, I still have a lot of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to look for a &lt;strong&gt;webhost&lt;/strong&gt;. Well, I actually already found one, but I'm not sure if our client will actually like it. It's here: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://intrados.100webspace.net&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. WebDev people could probably try it too, but it &lt;u&gt;expires in one year&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;u&gt;Clients can renew their accounts for free&lt;/u&gt;, but it might be a hassle for them. There's an &lt;u&gt;ad at the top&lt;/u&gt;, too. But otherwise it is very much okay. &lt;u&gt;No frills, no money... &lt;strong&gt;very easy to use&lt;/strong&gt;, too&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to &lt;strong&gt;clean up and pack up my room&lt;/strong&gt;. We're supposed to move out next week, so this is my &lt;u&gt;last weekend with my beloved room&lt;/u&gt;. I want to lock up myself in my room for the rest of the weekend, but of course I can't do that. But in any case, I'll be spending a lot of hours inside my room for packing purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're supposed to go &lt;strong&gt;shopping&lt;/strong&gt; tomorrow or Sunday, too. I am not sure if it will push through, but I wish we would. I don't care if I have a ton of things to do. (&gt;_&lt;) I actually wish I am working right now so I can already go shopping whenever I want to. So I can take off my daily expenses from my mom, too. That would be totally cool. I want to be a working student, too, but my mom will never allow that (T_T).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yeah. I'm ranting because I want my monthly stipends. Now. And only now did I realize that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I won't have the pleasure of having a monthly stipend when I go to college&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (x_X). I'll have to depend on my mom (and my mom alone). That sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-262924246251248038?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/262924246251248038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=262924246251248038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/262924246251248038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/262924246251248038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/10/periodical-exams-are-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-7293850934956905444</id><published>2007-10-04T21:32:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T22:26:59.402+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is traditional. Without saying anything, both of you communicate with your hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you can get or discard anytime. You're feeling self centered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 62% Vain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howvainareyouquiz/vain-4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a little vain, but you also work hard for your good looks.&lt;br /&gt;Just remember, everyone knows you are a total hottie. You don't have to remind them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howvainareyouquiz/"&gt;How Vain Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Guys Think of Your Long Straight Hair...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoguysthinkofyourhairquiz/long-straight-hair.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy, desirable, and hard to please.&lt;br /&gt;A girl who's so stunning that you've got them lined up around the block!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoguysthinkofyourhairquiz/"&gt;What Do Guys Think Of Your Hair?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Make a Good First Impression&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindoffirstimpressiondoyoumakequiz/impression-2.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably are making a much better impression than you realize.&lt;br /&gt;Social situations can be a bit awkward for you at times, and you tend to over think what you say and do.&lt;br /&gt;If you make a social faux pas, you remember it a lot longer than anyone else does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just relax and do your best. There are little things you can do to improve your social image.&lt;br /&gt;Express more of an interest in the people around you, and be a good listener.&lt;br /&gt;The secret of fascinating people is that they find everyone else fascinating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindoffirstimpressiondoyoumakequiz/"&gt;What Kind of First Impression Do You Make?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Bathroom Habits Say About You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoyourbathroomhabitssayaboutyouquiz/bathroom.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a giving soul. Way too giving in fact. You often get stuck doing the dirty work that no one else will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spend a lot on clothes, and you tend to be a very dresser. However, it's hard for you to throw away trendy clothes when they go out of style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very outgoing person. You are true to yourself, and you never hold back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In relationships, you tend to be very romantic and demanding. You'll treat your partner like gold, but you expect a lot in return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoyourbathroomhabitssayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Do Your Bathroom Habits Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 77% Pure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/the100questionpuritytest/pure-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're pretty pure, and you have no plans on changing that.&lt;br /&gt;You do have a devilish side though... and it will probably get the better of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/the100questionpuritytest/"&gt;The 100 Question Purity Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dedede;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Face Says&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f4f4f4"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdopeoplethinkofyourfacequiz/face.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first glance, people see you as down to earth and reliable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, your true self is reserved and logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With friends, you seem thoughtful and interested in ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you seem mysterious and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In stressful situations, you seem sad and helpless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdopeoplethinkofyourfacequiz/"&gt;What Do People Think Of Your Face?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Pretty Happy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howhappyareyoureallyquiz/happy-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You generally have a happy, fulfilling life.&lt;br /&gt;But things could be a little better, and deep down, you know it.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you need more supportive friends or a more challenging career.&lt;br /&gt;Something is preventing you from being totally happy. You just need to figure out what it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howhappyareyoureallyquiz/"&gt;How Happy Are You, Really?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The True You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whosthetrueyouquiz/you.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want your girlfriend or boyfriend to dress well and take care of him / herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With respect to money, you spend as little as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think good luck doesn't exist - reality is built on practicalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hidden side of your personality tends to be methodical in your ways - with trouble adapting to the rules of society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not able to relate clearly to others. You tend to become lost in clouds of confusion when attempting a task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to finding a romantic partner, you make opportunities to interact with many people through club activities or a hobby, then select someone you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whosthetrueyouquiz/"&gt;Who's The True You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-7293850934956905444?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/7293850934956905444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=7293850934956905444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/7293850934956905444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/7293850934956905444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/10/keys-to-your-heart-you-are-attracted-to.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-2121228083183122654</id><published>2007-10-04T20:54:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T21:13:19.344+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to be studying, but I remembered I &lt;u&gt;forgot my &lt;strong&gt;Physics notebook&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; at school. So now I don't know where to start studying. Might as well not study at all (^_~). I finished Once and Future King, too (twice at that, since I read the book again when I made the notecard). But somehow I find it more interesting to read Once adn Future King stuff than study for Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Periodical exams were okay, except for the &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Filipino exam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. It was all about lit and stuff, things she did not really teach. All she did was babble on them. In such a way, the exam had a comic relief on it. Lendl could hardly answer the exam, and was simply &lt;u&gt;laughing at it for the first ten minutes&lt;/u&gt;. He was even folding it to a &lt;u&gt;paper airplane&lt;/u&gt; (^_^). I admit I was just laughing the first few minutes too. I was shocked at the exam, I guess, and sort of traumatised at my earlier 12/30 exam in the same subject. So I just laughed at Lendl. And the &lt;s&gt;bitch &lt;/s&gt;female dog just had to enter the room smiling like the &lt;s&gt;bitch&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;asshole&lt;/s&gt; loveable teacher that she is. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanted to throw my plump pencil case, my hard calculator and both my heeled shoes at her&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/u&gt; But being angry at her would just make me look older. Since I don't have any intentions of developing wrinkles just because of her, I just laughed at her for the rest of the exam, reflecting on her stupidity to be &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bitten by a rat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. (And the &lt;u&gt;'front' incident Ian was laughing so hard about).&lt;/u&gt; I probably looked like an idiot, muffling giggles in the middle of a very hard exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Econ and Chem were on the same day and were relatively okay. Well, sort of. But, as usual, I was driven in a frenzied mode at the &lt;u&gt;end of the Econ exam because I realized how to do it in the last minute.&lt;/u&gt; Very familiar scene from last quarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, the room was very cold, too. I always bring my jacket. I have to, else I'll end up freezing to death. Somehow, I lost my resistance to cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I had to remind myself a thousand times that people feel it when you stare at them. Luckily, today, I had no time to stare. I hate being caught.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perio for today were math and bio. Math and Bio were easy. Today, we filmed our Health project. &lt;strong&gt;Jamie and I killed Robin!!!&lt;/strong&gt; He had a spinal cord injury at the film, which resulted to his 'death'. We had extras today, too: Gab and Gabby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to buy myself a pointed gel pen. I spent my last one on the notecard on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once and Future King &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;notecard. Hmm... Maybe I'll buy them tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-2121228083183122654?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/2121228083183122654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=2121228083183122654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/2121228083183122654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/2121228083183122654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-supposed-to-be-studying-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-967428864456410489</id><published>2007-10-02T16:41:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T16:42:12.552+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BAH. I update more at the library than I do at home these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the start of our final exams. So that means I won't be blogging at all. Unless, of course, I get a place at the library for updating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-967428864456410489?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/967428864456410489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=967428864456410489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/967428864456410489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/967428864456410489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/10/bah.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-2544362663020903848</id><published>2007-10-01T20:08:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T20:20:57.761+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I loathe STR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to UP Shopping Center with Gabby a while ago. When we had our research pass signed by our adviser, she told us &lt;i&gt;parang mali naman ata tong ginagawa ninyo&lt;/i&gt;. Wrong?! The only wrong thing I see here is the overloading of a 1-unit STR. (T_T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We almost got stranded because it was raining so hard. So, yeah, bought [almost] everything we need today. Went to school, finished stuff.. blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STR is taking off too much of my time. Because of STR, my already depleted social life went kaput. I know I'm [sort of] an antisocial, but humans are naturally social beings. We can never survive without talking or socializing to other people. But this past few days/weeks, that is exactly what happened to me. And I just want to diffuse to the air. I hardly eat lunch with Philip, Jay and/or Marianne anymore. When I go home, I still worry about it, plus the other requirements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loathe STR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-2544362663020903848?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/2544362663020903848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=2544362663020903848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/2544362663020903848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/2544362663020903848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-loathe-str.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-8785402500211841568</id><published>2007-09-30T16:33:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T16:39:16.163+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm doing STR. I haven't even studied for periodical exams, but I guess that's okay. I'll probably have to cram. I'm so glad because the RRL (or at least micropropagation part of RRL since I haven't seen Yssa's part yet) is so much better than last quarter's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-8785402500211841568?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/8785402500211841568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=8785402500211841568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/8785402500211841568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/8785402500211841568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-doing-str.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-6316018956565238833</id><published>2007-09-28T15:24:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T15:31:06.929+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. I'm back at the library. LOL. Blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... we just had the Philippine History - Literature types test. Our teacher was smiling like a female dog. So, instead of getting annoyed, I proceeded to just make fun out of her. LOL. This is a nonsense post, since I am not in the mood to post an entry at all. Hmm.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate STR. But at least we're making progress. I hate Physics. But at least I made a lunch time out of it. I hate Econ. I really do. I made a fool out of myself again. I hate MAth. Everybody does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot gather my wits at all. I can't concentrate... I'm so distracted at all the things I need to do. GAUHGHGHASDFAKD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're supposed to go shopping tomorrow. I think I'll pass :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-6316018956565238833?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/6316018956565238833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=6316018956565238833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/6316018956565238833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/6316018956565238833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/09/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-3447303324441096893</id><published>2007-09-28T13:42:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T13:42:39.727+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week is a bitch. One entry in one week when I've been putting multiple entries a day last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;b&gt;Hell Week&lt;/b&gt;, Philippine Science style. There were so many requirements I wanted to diffuse to the air. I've been going home very late, too. Geez... my grandmother even thought I was going to the mall with friends or something. If only she knew how kaput my social life is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Gabby and I cleaned the room we will use as lab. The corridor we passed by was very dark, and empty, and it was raining really hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gabby&lt;/b&gt;: *nagtatago*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angelica&lt;/b&gt;:Nakikita kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gabby&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Angelica, sino yang naglalakad sa likod mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we both ended up running after each othe. (T__T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was hell, too. I did not go home late, but I had to pick up our comsci. This is a bitchy day, too. We received a very negative remark about our STR presentation. We were very sour about it. In the cafeteria, we were still sulking and someone had to arrive and say : &lt;i&gt;Alam niyo ba, sabi ni Sir Tafaleng, isa lang ang nakita niyang magandang presentation ngayon. Tapos sabi niya para raw pinagpractican... blah&lt;/i&gt;... (*T_T*) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday is shit, too, although frankly I can't think of an even that will prove why. But I know this day is shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday. yesterday. It was crap, too. We &lt;i&gt;crammed&lt;/i&gt; our presentation, but I guess it is very much better (wrong grammar! But I am emphasizing it!) than the last one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today... hmm... I'm updating at the library... LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-3447303324441096893?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/3447303324441096893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=3447303324441096893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/3447303324441096893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/3447303324441096893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-week-is-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-3149784544425899751</id><published>2007-09-27T11:56:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T11:59:25.959+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been very busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm updating from the library. I don't know if that is legal, but anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to cram. augh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-3149784544425899751?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/3149784544425899751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=3149784544425899751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/3149784544425899751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/3149784544425899751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/09/been-very-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-285759451560854034</id><published>2007-09-23T11:22:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T11:26:23.899+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Posting for the sake of posting. Well, not quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came from mass, blahblah. I actually came to mass voluntarily (cheer!). I don't usually go to mass. I hate burning my butt for more than one hour when I could be doing the requirements. But, well, I need divine intervention. badly. I know my grades are going down, but I am praying to God that it won't slip that bad. Just... a 1.59 or something... but please, not a 1.6 +. My mom is going to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need to study, but I still have to do the presentation at STR. Someone's not replying. (&gt;_&lt;) Whoever you are, REPLY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-285759451560854034?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/285759451560854034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=285759451560854034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/285759451560854034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/285759451560854034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/09/posting-for-sake-of-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-4424220520089437885</id><published>2007-09-22T15:40:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T15:41:33.355+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got tired of my old lay out [again] even though I just changed that less than two months ago. So, I now present my new lay out. YAY! No, I wasn't the one who made this. I'm too tired to bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is hell week. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-4424220520089437885?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/4424220520089437885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=4424220520089437885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/4424220520089437885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/4424220520089437885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-got-tired-of-my-old-lay-out-again.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-3143715175399907001</id><published>2007-09-21T21:33:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T21:34:52.670+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stuff you have eaten/drank over the&lt;br /&gt;past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] water&lt;br /&gt;[x] orange juice&lt;br /&gt;[x] soda&lt;br /&gt;[x] beer&lt;br /&gt;[ ] champagne&lt;br /&gt;[ ] any other alcohol&lt;br /&gt;[ ] v8&lt;br /&gt;[ ] raspberry tea&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Grape Drink&lt;br /&gt;[ ] cranberry juice&lt;br /&gt;[ ] apple juice&lt;br /&gt;[ ] capri sun&lt;br /&gt;[ ] hi-c&lt;br /&gt;[x] chocolate milk&lt;br /&gt;[ ] strawberry milk -&lt;br /&gt;[x] coffee&lt;br /&gt;[ ] lemonade&lt;br /&gt;Total: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] pizza&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Tacos&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Burritos&lt;br /&gt;[x] Rice&lt;br /&gt;[x] beans&lt;br /&gt;[x] burger&lt;br /&gt;[ ] lays&lt;br /&gt;[ ] baked lays&lt;br /&gt;[ ] subway&lt;br /&gt;[ ] burger king&lt;br /&gt;[ ] McDonalds&lt;br /&gt;[ ] wendys&lt;br /&gt;[ ] checkers&lt;br /&gt;[ ] ham&lt;br /&gt;[ ] cheese&lt;br /&gt;[x] hot dog&lt;br /&gt;[x] chicken&lt;br /&gt;[ ] turkey&lt;br /&gt;[ ] beef&lt;br /&gt;Total: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] soy cakes&lt;br /&gt;[x] chocolate cake&lt;br /&gt;[x] vanilla cake&lt;br /&gt;[ ] strawberries&lt;br /&gt;[ ] grapes&lt;br /&gt;[x] chocolate ice cream&lt;br /&gt;[x] vanilla ice cream&lt;br /&gt;[ ] strawberry ice cream&lt;br /&gt;[ ]other kind of ice cream&lt;br /&gt;[ ] spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;[ ] spagettios&lt;br /&gt;[ ] fetuccini&lt;br /&gt;[ ] another kinda pasta&lt;br /&gt;Total: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] sushi&lt;br /&gt;[x] shrimp&lt;br /&gt;[ ] lobster&lt;br /&gt;[ ] crab&lt;br /&gt;[x] fish&lt;br /&gt;[ ] mac n cheese&lt;br /&gt;[x] cookies&lt;br /&gt;[x] snack cakes&lt;br /&gt;[x] popcorn&lt;br /&gt;[ ] ramen noddles&lt;br /&gt;[ ] cereal&lt;br /&gt;[x] crackers&lt;br /&gt;[ ] tiggers&lt;br /&gt;[x] bread&lt;br /&gt;[ ] marshmallows&lt;br /&gt;[ ] oats&lt;br /&gt;[ ] grits&lt;br /&gt;Total: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x ] peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;[ ] jelly&lt;br /&gt;[ ] peanuts&lt;br /&gt;[ ] sunflower seeds&lt;br /&gt;[ ] chocolate with nuts&lt;br /&gt;[ ] popsicles&lt;br /&gt;[ ] lettuce&lt;br /&gt;[x] eggs&lt;br /&gt;[x] bacon&lt;br /&gt;[ ] poptarts&lt;br /&gt;[ ] doritos&lt;br /&gt;Total: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] pudding&lt;br /&gt;[x] cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;[ ] arbys&lt;br /&gt;[ ] cadbury chocolate&lt;br /&gt;[x] granola bar&lt;br /&gt;[ ] mango&lt;br /&gt;[ ] pineapple&lt;br /&gt;[ ] peach&lt;br /&gt;[ ] baked potato&lt;br /&gt;[x] other fruit&lt;br /&gt;Total: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;add together and times by 2 then&lt;br /&gt;repost with: “I am 60% fat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30% and under - you're anorexic, or close to it&lt;br /&gt;32% to 74% - you're normal&lt;br /&gt;76% and over - sorry you're a fatty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-3143715175399907001?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/3143715175399907001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=3143715175399907001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/3143715175399907001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/3143715175399907001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/09/stuff-you-have-eatendrank-over-past.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-4578250626708056169</id><published>2007-09-21T20:19:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T20:43:36.385+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A lot of [weird] things happened today. This would be pretty long. It is an interestingly humiliating day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off was the FX. I got lazy this morning, so I got out of house very late, around 6:45. And, as usual, it was so hard to get a ride in all kinds of transportation available (jeep, tricycle). Luckily I spotted an FX. &lt;u&gt;I was actually very reluctant to ride an FX, especially after what happened last Wednesday, where I made a fool out of myself&lt;/u&gt; and stuff. Yesterday, I actually saw an FX, but was afraid to ride it. But I don't have much choice today. &lt;u&gt;There's no way I can arrive at school on time if I don't ride an FX&lt;/u&gt;. So, yeah, I rode it. It did not dawn on me at first, but little by little, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I realized that this is the same FX I rode last Wednesday!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I was like, &lt;em&gt;oh shit&lt;/em&gt;. So that was why the driver had a weird expression on his face when I rode. Augh. So, he still passed through North Avenue. I was dropped off in front of the school (yipee! no need for pedicabs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first subject is research, which involves calling different people. For local contacts, we use the school's phone, but for NDD calls, we have to use the payphone. There are two functioning payphones at school. Both are functional, but having problems. &lt;strong&gt;The first one was eating the coins.&lt;/strong&gt; We'd drop three coins and it will say we only dropped two coins. We lost a total of coins. &lt;u&gt;But there was a funny time, when we dropped a one peso coin and it released a five peso coin.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The second one does not want to accept the coins&lt;/strong&gt;, but this was the one that we used. There was one call when we got cut off because it won't accept our coins. Physics long test, Econ quickie, remedials, blah... and then... CAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes a lot of humiliating stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after I dressed up for CAT, I saw Giselle, Jay, Philip, and Jamie by the payphone. Giselle was talking. &lt;em&gt;"Eh hindi ako makakapunta diyan. Nandito ako sa front lob..."&lt;/em&gt; so I asked who she was talking to. She went saying: &lt;em&gt;"Oh, eto, kausapin mo si Angelica"&lt;/em&gt;. The last thing I want is to talk in a payphone to someone I don't know, so I backed off and said no. Then, David [B] arrived. Giselle asked him to talk to the phone, with which David played along. &lt;strong&gt;Only then did I realize that they were just playing with the phone.&lt;/strong&gt; Grr. I'm gullible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last CAT we are going to have with our present officers. They were giving us commands a while ago. One of our regular practices was &lt;u&gt;closing our eyes while doing facings: &lt;em&gt;Harap sa kanan - rap. Harap sa kaliwa, rap.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; We did that a while ago. Apparently, I got lost with the facings. And then, our officer commanded us to march forward. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;I was facing 90 degrees from what my platoon mates were facing. So, when we were asked to march, I was going away from my platoon and going somewhere to the middle of the field. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;That was so freaking humiliating! During the flag retreat, too, one of our leaders gave a command. I wasn't looking at him, I was looking at somewhere else, but I was doing the command. Then, suddenly, everyone started snickering. I looked and saw what that was about. &lt;em&gt;I had to suppress my laughter &lt;/em&gt;(&gt;_&lt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, CAT ended. I did not go home just yet. I talked a while with &lt;u&gt;Gab&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;Robin&lt;/u&gt;. Then, I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first jeepney I rode had an overpricing bastard for a driver. So I was pretty hotheaded. But when the guy sitting beside me was leaving, I had to laugh. &lt;u&gt;He looks like Steven! &lt;/u&gt;(batchmate, Lithium08). Nothing really out of the ordinary, but he was wearing a Pacquiao - McDo cap. I just had to smile at that. When I arrived at the mall, I crossed a gate for parked vehicles. There were motorcycles going out. I had to suppress giggles at this one, too, because &lt;strong&gt;one of the motorcycle riders bumped to the sign. Apparently, his helmet's glass is too dark.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, that's the story of my day. I'm in a good mood. I always get into a good mood, especially after an amusingly stupid day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-4578250626708056169?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/4578250626708056169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=4578250626708056169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/4578250626708056169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/4578250626708056169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/09/lot-of-weird-things-happened-today.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-6324367830042441514</id><published>2007-09-20T19:38:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T19:51:38.284+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I am so great&lt;/strong&gt;. I am fabulous, wonderful, brilliant, magnificent, talented, clever, and very, very street-smart. I am so, so, so, great. And God loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day passed by uneventful. Nothing really happened, except during English, &lt;u&gt;where we did not make our task and we got lucky that we weren't called&lt;/u&gt;. Day passed by, yadda... until dismissal. This is like the crappy part, where we [STR groupmates] got in a heated argument [&lt;i&gt;Sorry, gabby&lt;/i&gt;]. Fortunately, sir extended the deadlines. Yssa and I were supposed to meet our client in ComSci (we're making a website for a company). Unfortunately, &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yssa cannot get a gatepass.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I had to go alone. I texted my lola so she could get me from school and both of us can go to where Yssa and I were supposed to go. Unfortunately, she was out of the house. Well, I did not really know, I found out after I arrived home, but &lt;u&gt;she wasn't texting back&lt;/u&gt;. It was only 15 minutes before our meeting, so I decided to go on. &lt;em&gt;Bahala na.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my greatness, my unbelievable yet undeniable prowess, and God's great love for me, I was able to reach the place where we were supposed to meet. Got a lot of information, too. [Well, duh, of course, that was the purpose of our meeting] Got free snacks, too. In my great pleasure with myself, I bought myself a 20-peso notebook. Yes, I'm that tight-handed with money, I can't even afford to let go of twenty pesos for a mere notebook or 60 pesos for a new sketchbook if I am not pleased with myself. Right now, I just bought myself a 20-peso notebook. I'm giving myself a 60-peso sketchpad if we can start our STR project this week (&gt;_&lt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-6324367830042441514?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/6324367830042441514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=6324367830042441514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/6324367830042441514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/6324367830042441514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-so-great.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-6064378238212239249</id><published>2007-09-19T19:53:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T20:02:06.422+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Got wet in the rain.&lt;/b&gt; LOL. &lt;u&gt;Gab&lt;/u&gt; saw me a while ago. It's humiliating, sort of, to be seen getting wet without an umbrella under the rain. I mean, rain is &lt;u&gt;fun&lt;/u&gt;, but well, getting wet when you are just going to school is not. I rode an FX, so in case it rained [which happened], I wouldn't get that wet. Apparently, it's the opposite, since the FX passed through North ave. So I got really wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During lunch, I was playing with my cellphone's Bluetooth. &lt;strong&gt;I was looking who were using their bluetooth. I accidentally sent a song to someone!&lt;/strong&gt; It was &lt;em&gt;A thousand miles&lt;/em&gt; by Vanessa Carlton. I cancelled it before I got connected. (&gt;_&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also used as a sample for the testing of &lt;u&gt;Kim's&lt;/u&gt; granola bars. I already ate granola bars before, but I didn't know they were called &lt;em&gt;granola bars&lt;/em&gt;. Their research is tastes fine, but well, the appearance does not look very good. (@_@)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-6064378238212239249?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/6064378238212239249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=6064378238212239249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/6064378238212239249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/6064378238212239249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/09/got-wet-in-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-1564168480146112135</id><published>2007-09-18T22:19:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T22:19:43.110+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Only today did I realize that &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I have bruises at my knee, a little one at my elbow&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, probably from practicing our dance. But it's still weird, because they &lt;u&gt;are&lt;/u&gt; red violet bruises. Sir said a bruise can form from kneeling, especially to girls, and more specially to ones who are near their monthtly cycles. Ch'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ian&lt;/b&gt;: Angelica, matuwa ka. Ibig sabihin di ka buntis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(T_T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing so hard at the kitten. We were playing, and really, &lt;b&gt;Milk is so cute!&lt;/b&gt; It seems like she'll never really grow up. I wish so, too, &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;so we can play with her forever&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-1564168480146112135?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/1564168480146112135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=1564168480146112135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/1564168480146112135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/1564168480146112135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/09/only-today-did-i-realize-that-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-3480033556193573247</id><published>2007-09-17T19:46:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T19:47:20.687+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;No comment&lt;/b&gt;. I'm keeping my mouth shut tight, so tight no syllable can ever come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived late this morning, LOL. I thought there will be no flag ceremony. So, I walked Agham, which made me later than I already am. We made our costumes. I was helping out with the good guys' costumes -- I made &lt;b&gt;Angel's? [the one wearing orange, whoever he is]&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Kyle's&lt;/b&gt; band. Practice, had lunch, then competition. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Then blah. Only one thing to say: I'm a sore loser, too. I just kept it to myself&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't able to buy the &lt;u&gt;sketch book&lt;/u&gt; I'm yearning for the past three months (&gt;_&lt;). No new &lt;u&gt;crochet thread&lt;/u&gt;, either. I got too lazy to enter the mall and buy what I want. Oh, yeah, by the way, I'm making a &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;white bonnet/cap&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by crocheting. I'm already more than halfway already. (^_^) Yes, I do crochet... but I don't sit on a rocking chair while doing that, like Gab said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another note. No one really mentioned the eyebrow part. But of course, as usual, &lt;b&gt;Sarah did&lt;/b&gt;. She's always the one who notices it everytime I have my eyebrows trimmed. Such sharp eyes (-_-). &lt;u&gt;Everytime she notices it, too, she always mistakens it as me putting make up on.&lt;/u&gt; (@_@)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-3480033556193573247?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/3480033556193573247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=3480033556193573247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/3480033556193573247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/3480033556193573247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-comment.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-8925777191093202423</id><published>2007-09-17T07:15:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T07:15:37.170+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm still at home. I am late for flag ceremony, if there is one. But I just can't leave the house looking &lt;u&gt;gay&lt;/u&gt;. I'm so annoyed. &lt;b&gt;Never again shall I have my eyebrows trimmed, &lt;u&gt;even if my mom threatens to take away my life&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sort of traumatised, that's why it's such a big deal. For all I care, I can just wait for parts of my eyebrows to grow back. But no, really... There is such incident where I learned &lt;u&gt;not to overdress&lt;/u&gt; the hard way. LOL. I also learned that &lt;u&gt;dangling earrings are not for me&lt;/u&gt;. But anyway... yeah. That's why I have to come up with a solution for this before I go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Augh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can just wear shades. (&gt;_&lt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-8925777191093202423?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/8925777191093202423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=8925777191093202423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/8925777191093202423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/8925777191093202423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-still-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-6302834070679551607</id><published>2007-09-16T19:37:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T19:40:18.250+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Third post for today (^_^). I just forgot to tell how much my mom &lt;u&gt;loves&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt; cabs&lt;/b&gt;. She just seems very lucky with the cabs she chose today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up, I'm going to give her a cab.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-6302834070679551607?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/6302834070679551607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=6302834070679551607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/6302834070679551607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/6302834070679551607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/09/third-post-for-today.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-3713590410193298028</id><published>2007-09-16T19:07:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T19:08:15.749+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, yeah. Mom said we're going &lt;u&gt;shopping&lt;/u&gt; in &lt;u&gt;two weeks&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-3713590410193298028?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/3713590410193298028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=3713590410193298028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/3713590410193298028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/3713590410193298028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-3056023456120000444</id><published>2007-09-16T18:57:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T19:00:21.903+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;ACET is not hard&lt;/u&gt;. The time given is just too short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACET ended at around 11:45 am. People went out of the building, yadda. Apparently, my mom is still at &lt;u&gt;home&lt;/u&gt;. I had to wait for around &lt;u&gt;1 1/2 hours&lt;/u&gt;. There were a lot of Pisay people hanging around, but I did not hang out with them. I took on the loner stance - again. I've been doing that for the whole week already. Hmp. Actually, &lt;u&gt;Janella&lt;/u&gt; was with me, but she left soon. &lt;u&gt;Kim&lt;/u&gt;, too. So, while I was alone, I observed people around me. There were &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;very very few cute guys&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, much to my disappointment. To my annoy-ment (&gt;_&lt;), there were a LOT of &lt;u&gt;Korean&lt;/u&gt; guys. I didn't chance upon Chris Tiu, too (@_@). So, with nothing to do and no one to talk to, I just went about observing other girls' clothes [Lucky guys, really, there are a lot of cute girls around]. There are a lot of girls wearing cute tops. To be expected, actually. But I found 2 girls dressed like gothic dolls (lolita?). I so want to go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the mall, where I got a &lt;u&gt;haircut &lt;/u&gt;(and had my eyebrows trimmed, much to my annoy-ment. I hate trimming it, and I was right --- I fucking look like a gay. FUCK). Goodbye long hair. I really want my almost-elbow long hair, but I need a haircut badly. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Split ends&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, man! Well, at least, goodbye, split ends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-3056023456120000444?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/3056023456120000444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=3056023456120000444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/3056023456120000444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/3056023456120000444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/09/acet-is-not-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-1883061568447104353</id><published>2007-09-15T12:45:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T12:46:55.174+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up hearing &lt;u&gt;Jojo's "Beautiful Girl"&lt;/u&gt;. Apparently, my cousin was playing my brother's CD. She proceeded to repeat the song a dozen more times. When we turned it off and turned the radio to FM, the first song we heard was the &lt;u&gt;same song&lt;/u&gt;. We finished the song and turned it to our favorite radio station. Amazing, amazing *sarcastic tone*, they were playing the &lt;u&gt;same damn song&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my eardrums just popped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am reviewing [more like cramming] for the &lt;i&gt;ACET&lt;/i&gt; -- Ateneo College Entrance exam. I haven't even reviewed for it yet. Bah. My exam is tomorrow: &lt;b&gt;Sunday morning, Room 32, High School&lt;/b&gt;. I'm at the same room and same time as &lt;u&gt;Janella&lt;/u&gt;! Yay! &lt;u&gt;Emma&lt;/u&gt; is also at the same schedule. Hopefully we get to meet each other. Anyone else at the same timeslot???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, after the exam, I'll go for a &lt;u&gt;haircut&lt;/u&gt;. Hopefully I get to convince my mom to go shopping, too (^_~).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-1883061568447104353?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/1883061568447104353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=1883061568447104353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/1883061568447104353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/1883061568447104353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-woke-up-hearing-jojos-beautiful-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-8603653770720438929</id><published>2007-09-13T20:31:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T20:37:52.815+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There was an opening program for our Humanities a while ago. I arrived early -- I even took the pedicab so that I will arrive earlier since I don't have our platoon shirt and I still don't know if there are new final steps in our creative marching (which is true, by the way, but I was able to cope with it, what with my great adaptive powers (@_@)). Waited a while at the grandstand and took Zim's number. LOL. My new number is still not spread around since it is, well, just new. And my cellphone is practically useless when it comes to communication since &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;there is no signal inside our house&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Believe me, I'm not lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... yeah, marched around and stuff. Our presentation is okay, I guess. We only &lt;i&gt;kind of&lt;/i&gt; suck at the gameboy part, when the counting was off. Oh, and yeah, &lt;b&gt;one of our platoon-mates weren't there, and we got two demerits because of that!&lt;/b&gt; My platoon-mates were kidding about it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bravo g1&lt;/b&gt;: Hoy, i text niyo nga si *toot*. Sabihin ninyo patalo siya. [Hey, someone text *toot*. Tell her she sucks.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bravo g2&lt;/b&gt;: Wag na, awayin pa tayo ng nanay niya. Mamaya magsumbong siya: &lt;i&gt;'Mommy, mommy, sabi nila patalo daw ako!'&lt;/i&gt; *with matching mocking sobs and waving cellphone* [Don't mind, her mother might fight us. She might tell her mom: 'Mommy, mommy, they said I suck!]&lt;br /&gt;LOLZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys made good marches. Bravo 1 did a nice one (^_^). Delta 1 actually lied down the muddy grass! It surprised us all, really, especially since they were wearing white shirts!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was 'Laro ng lahi', where I pretty much spent all of the time playing Solitaire. I crammed my bio problem set, too (^_^). Lunch... ate alone. I'm on a loner mode these days. More on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We practiced our sayaw interpretasyon. We were supposed to practice at the girls' dorm, but one of the sockets exploded, which resulted to non-functioning of all sockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nerd talks:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-=-=-=-=-=-=-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: Brown-out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Someone&lt;/b&gt;: The lights are still on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Someone 2&lt;/b&gt;: The socket outside exploded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Someone 3&lt;/b&gt;: How come the sockets are not functioning while the lights are still on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Someone 2&lt;/b&gt;: They are on a parallel circuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-=-=-=-=-=-=-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Someone&lt;/b&gt;: You guys should apply your Physics lessons to your daily life. See, V = I * R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Someone 2&lt;/b&gt;: It's more like P = I * V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Someone 3&lt;/b&gt;: No, it is V = I * R. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;V&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;oom! = &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;ncident &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;eport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there is the KKKwiz. I was sitting beside a giant factory/commercial fan, and it made me really sleepy. I was reading The Once and Future King the whole time. After a while, we hung out at the fourth floor. Jay, Kyla, Olav, and Castro were practicing [they had with them amplifiers and electric guitars]. Left after a while, but I got annoyed since it started drizzling. How come everytime I bring my umbrella, it does not rain? And everytime I do not bring it, it rains?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, when I reached Tandang Sora, it started pouring really hard. It is kind of cool to watch that scene: Raning night sky in a jeepney. It so fits my mood. Not angsty, but more on apathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I can feel it... I can feel that I am so gonna be apathetic these next few weeks. I hate my apathetic self. I just don't care when I am in this mode. I am not kind or nice, I am just polite. And once I am apathetic, I don't care anymore if I am polite or not. I don't care if I hurt other people or what... I don't care if our STR project is going all crappy and shitty, I don't care if I start snubbing of all people in the world... I just care about my self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, when I am at my apathetic mode, I am the &lt;b&gt;selfish, vain, and bitchy me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware, people of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic Angelica is here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-8603653770720438929?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/8603653770720438929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=8603653770720438929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/8603653770720438929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/8603653770720438929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/09/there-was-opening-program-for-our.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-7684649066917391750</id><published>2007-09-12T22:06:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T22:09:13.489+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I took a much needed day-off. Things might go offhand tomorrow, but at least I refreshed myself. Even my mom noticed that I looked stressed out -- she said it even showed in my face. (&gt;_&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly slept the whole day. I did a lot of crochet stuff, too. I still haven't lost touch. I can still do nice stuff from crochet thingies... LOL. I'm actually making a white bonnet. (^_^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-7684649066917391750?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/7684649066917391750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=7684649066917391750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/7684649066917391750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/7684649066917391750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-took-much-needed-day-off.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-3383669758849417893</id><published>2007-09-12T21:56:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T21:57:23.129+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quotable Quote &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Never trust people on a diet. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said Sir Arghs. Then people better stop trusting me now. I am serious. I will be on a diet [again]. My cousin said I was gaining weight again! NOOO~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-3383669758849417893?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/3383669758849417893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=3383669758849417893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/3383669758849417893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/3383669758849417893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/09/quotable-quote-never-trust-people-on.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-7672045526379402096</id><published>2007-09-11T21:20:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T21:22:04.543+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I won't be going to school tomorrow, classes or no classes. We live near Sandiganbayan, and my mom said that a portion of Commonwealth would be closed off at 6 am. My mom was actually the one who suggested that I don't go to school tomorrow (@_@).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice idea, ma! (&gt;_&lt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-7672045526379402096?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/7672045526379402096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=7672045526379402096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/7672045526379402096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/7672045526379402096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-wont-be-going-to-school-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-1864543572982887420</id><published>2007-09-11T07:15:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T07:16:27.777+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I despise the very sight of a payphone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-1864543572982887420?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/1864543572982887420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=1864543572982887420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/1864543572982887420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/1864543572982887420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-despise-very-sight-of-payphone.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-3992547122203254794</id><published>2007-09-09T16:28:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T16:31:21.840+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quotable Quote &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; You never know the value of anything until it is gone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never valued peace of mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-3992547122203254794?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/3992547122203254794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=3992547122203254794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/3992547122203254794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/3992547122203254794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/09/quotable-quote-you-never-know-value-of.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-268268006418429320</id><published>2007-09-08T22:14:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T22:22:13.079+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quotable Quote &lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A man learns to skate by staggering about making a fool of himself; indeed, he progresses in all things by making a fool of himself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-George Bernard Shaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some men see things as they are and ask why. Others dream things that never were and ask why not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-George Bernard Shaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The reasonable man adapts himself to the world; the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore all progress depends on the unreasonable man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-George Bernard Shaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some luck lies in not getting what you thought you wanted but getting what you have, which, once you've got it, you might be smart enough to see it is what you would have wanted had you known."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Garrison Keillor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A ship in harbor is safe -- but that is not what ships are for."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-John A. Shedd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some things cannot be spoken or discovered until we have been stuck, incapacitated, or blown off course for awhile. Plain sailing is pleasant, buy you are not going to explore many unknown realms that way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-David Whyte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Success is not the key to happiness. Happiness is the key to success. If you love what you are doing, you will be successful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Herman Cain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The greatness comes not when things go always good for you. But the greatness comes when you're really tested, when you take some knocks, some disappointments, when sadness comes. Because only if you've been in the deepest valley can you ever know how magnificent it is to be on the highest mountain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Richard M. Nixon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remember, always give your best. Never get discouraged. Never be petty. Always remember, others may hate you. But those who hate you don't win unless you hate them. And then you destroy yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Richard M. Nixon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin -- real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way. Something to be got through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dr. Alfred D'Souza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Make the most of yourself...for that is all there is of you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Watch your thoughts; they become your words. Watch your words; they become your actions. Watch your actions; they become your habits. Watch your habits; they become your character. Watch your character for it will become your destiny."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If a man is called to be a streetsweeper, he should sweep streets even as Michelangelo painted, or Beethoven played music, or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, here lived a great streetsweeper who did his job well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Martin Luther King, Jr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I always remember an epitaph which is in the cemetery at Toombstone, Arizona. It says: "Here lies Jack Williams. He done his damnedest." I think that is the greatest epitaph a man can have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Harry Truman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love takes off the masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-James Baldwin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One ought, everyday, to hear a song, read a fine poem, and, if possible, to speak a few reasonable words."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Goethe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not regret growing older. It is a privilege denied to many."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If people talk negatively about you, live so that no one will believe them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let us endeavor to live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That you may retain your self-respect, it is better to displease the people by doing what you know is right, than to temporarily please them by doing what you know is wrong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-William J.H. Boetcker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly; it is dearness only that gives everything its value. I love the man that can smile in trouble, that can gather strength from distress and grow brave by reflection. 'Tis the business of little minds to shrink; but he whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves his conduct, will pursue his principles unto death."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Thomas Paine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The most important questions in life can never be answered by anyone except oneself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-John Fowles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you stop searching, you stop living, because then you're dwelling in the past. If you're not reaching forward to any growth or future, you might as well be dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wynn Bullock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Living is a form of not being sure, not knowing what next or how. The moment you know how, you begin to die a little. The artist never entirely knows. We guess. We may be wrong, but we take leap after leap in the dark."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Agnes de Mille&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One does not discover new continents without consenting to lose sight of the shore for a very long time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Andre Gide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give me the fruitful error any time, full of seeds, bursting with its own corrections. You can keep your sterile truth for yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Vilfredo Pareto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He that feareth is a slave, were he never so rich, were he never so powerful. But he that is without fear is king of all the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-E. R. Eddison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People often say that this or that person has not yet found himself. But the self is not something one finds, it is something one creates."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Thomas Szasz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever you do, you need courage. Whatever course you decide upon, there is always someone to tell you that you are wrong. There are always difficulties arising that tempt you to believe your critics are right. To map out a course of action and follow it to an end requires some of the same courage that a soldier needs. Peace has its victories, but it takes brave men and women to win them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vitality shows in not only the ability to persist but the ability to start over."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-F. Scott Fitzgerald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate now knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Henri Nouwen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If we deny love that is given to us, if we refuse to give love because we fear pain or loss, then our lives will be empty, our loss greater."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The only use of a knowledge of the past is to equip us for the present. The present contains all that there is. It is holy ground; for it is the past, and it is the future."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Alfred North Whitehead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Leadership is practiced not so much in words as in attitude and in actions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Harold Geneen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The task of the leader is to get his people from where they are to where they have not been."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Henry Kissinger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This above all: to thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-William Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you would attain to what you are not yet, you must always be displeased by what you are. For where you are pleased with yourself there you have remained. Keep adding, keep walking, keep advancing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Saint Augustine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We must dare to think 'unthinkable' thoughts. We must learn to explore all the options and possibilities that confront us in a complex and rapidly changing world. We must learn to welcome and not to fear the voices of dissent. We must dare to think about 'unthinkable things' because when things become unthinkable, thinking stops and action becomes mindless."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-James W. Fulbright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Make no little plans; they have no magic to stir men's blood.... Make big plans... aim high in hope and work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Daniel H. Burnham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the arena of human life the honors and rewards fall to those who show their good qualities in action."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Aristotle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't let life discourage you; everyone who got where he is had to begin where he was."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Richard L. Evans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-John Burrough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Three things are necessary for the salvation of man: to know what he ought to believe; to know what he ought to desire; and to know what he ought to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Thomas Aquinas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can become great."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Work like you don't need money. Love like you've never been hurt. Dance like nobody's watching."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgment that something else is more important than fear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ambrose Redmoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life has no other discipline to impose, if we would but realize it, than to accept life unquestioningly. Everything we shut our eyes to, everything we run away from, everything we deny, denigrate, or despise, serves to defeat us in the end. What seems nasty, painful, evil, can become a source of beauty, joy, and strength, if faced with an open mind. Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Henry Miller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Helen Keller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you go to work on your goals, your goals will go to work on you. If you go to work on your plan, your plan will go to work on you. Whatever good things we build end up building us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jim Rohn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did you do today? Is anybody happier because you passed this way? Does anyone remember that you spoke today? The day is almost over, and its toiling time is through: Is there anyone to utter now a kindly word of you? Can you say tonight in parting with the day that's slipping fast, That you helped a single person of the many that you passed? Is a single heart rejoicing over what you did or said? Does the one whose hopes were fading now with courage look ahead? Did you waste the day or use it? Was it well or sorely spent? Did you leave a trail of kindness, or a scar of discontent? As you close you eyes in slumber, do you think that you can say: You have earned one more tomorrow by what you did today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A favor well bestowed is almost as great an honor to him who confers it as to him who receives it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sir Richard Steele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The best things and best people rise out of their separateness; I'm against a homogenized society because I want the cream to rise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Robert Frost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The bond of our common humanity is stronger than the divisiveness of our fears and prejudices. God gives us the capacity for choice. We can choose to alleviate suffering. We can choose to work together for peace. We can make these changes - and we must."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jimmy Carter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Man who says it can not be done should not interrupt man doing it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chinese Proverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let love and faithfulness never leave you; bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart. Then you will win favor and a good name in the sight of God and man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Proverbs 3:3-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The mediocre teacher tells. The good teacher explains. The superior teacher demonstrates. The great teacher inspires."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-William Arthur Ward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-268268006418429320?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/268268006418429320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=268268006418429320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/268268006418429320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/268268006418429320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/09/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-4471924540539990135</id><published>2007-09-08T21:56:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T22:12:44.778+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quotable Quote &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; In art, there are tears that do lie too deep for thought.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is our family day (^_^) I brought my cousin and my younger brother with me, but I soon ended up cursing them for they keep mentioning names of people. They know all people who had been and my present classmates because of all the pictures posted on the net which I obediently download, one by one. So.. yeah. I didn't even know why I brought them there. I promised my cousin once that I will bring her to school -- she already did before, when I was a first year and our van was dropping and picking me up from school, but she never got out of the van -- and of course, my brother tagged along. My mom is busy, but that's fine since I don't have a failing grade [yet]. Hopefully I maintain that standing. We did not really do anything relevant, except eating. I am SO gonna gain weight... I don't want to be a tabachingching again. [Although I still like this tabachingching blog] I worked hard on losing weight last summer, and no, I do not plan to waste my efforts. We walked around the campus until our legs ached, and in the lazy noon my brother took a nap (@_@). I so envy him. But of course I cannot do anything like that...  Afterwards, we hit the mall. It's so COOL to hang out with someone in the mall. You get to windowshop. Windowshopping by yourself is not fun at all -- that's what I normally do after classes, when I go home early. I actually wanted to go inside one of those botiques, but we don't really have much time. So we ended up looking at cute stuff... looking at stuff that can be given as gifts this approaching Christmas (&gt;_&lt;). LOL. I found one for my mom. I am SO sure she's going to love it. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-4471924540539990135?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/4471924540539990135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=4471924540539990135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/4471924540539990135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/4471924540539990135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/09/quotable-quote-in-art-there-are-tears.html' title=''/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-6375210220473317134</id><published>2007-09-08T21:47:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T21:54:52.284+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Painfully Learning</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quotable Quote &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"We cannot learn without pain." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt more desperate in my whole schooling. I hate STR and I hate ComSci. Well, sort of. If the quotation above does apply all the time, then I am learning a hell lot. Our STR project is just going shit, and we have to go to UPLB [Lendl was smiling mischievously when we asked directions on how to go there... was mentioning something about frats (T_T)] if my plan of action number two does not work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate... despise comsci, sort of, for it is giving me stress that does not concern only my grades. We are to make a website for a company -- a real company -- and I am afraid that we might not make it to their standards. I am really fearing this, and this does not apply only for my grades. What will they (company owners) think of Philippine Science High School if we do not finish the website? Well, I am just encouraging (strengthening) myself. I keep repeating to myself that this can help me determine what career I will pursue. That someday, if I choose to be a web developer, I shall do these things. Better fail now than fail later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course that by itself can not wipe away all the anxieties I have right now. I just want to make a website that meets their standards -- hopefully exceeding their standards -- and finish the "Micropropagation of &lt;em&gt;Dipterocarpus gracilis&lt;/em&gt;" with good results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If things go wrong... well... I don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-6375210220473317134?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/6375210220473317134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=6375210220473317134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/6375210220473317134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/6375210220473317134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/09/painfully-learning.html' title='Painfully Learning'/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16191794.post-8391983615062106344</id><published>2007-09-05T22:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T23:00:14.941+09:00</updated><title type='text'>PISAY foundation day!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quotable Quote &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they pass by.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My throat is aching from so much screaming! Today is our school's foundation day. Well, the morning was pretty slow - awardings and this and that... but the afternoon was... !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a very great thing that we were sitted near the stage. The performances are so great/exciting/exhilerating/blood-rushing/blah. Well, at first it wasn't. No offence, but the first performers (the bands) need more practice. My blood was boiling... and I was sitted at the front so I get to hear them more. I mean, I am not a good judge of bad quality -- I can't say when this thing tastes bad and yadda... I even thought once that Cueshe is good! -- but even I, the ever-music-quality-ignorant thought it wasn't good. When my ears couldn't take it any longer, I put earphones on 0(&gt;_&lt;)0 and sang "Girlfriend". LOL. Yeah, I was right in front of the stage. Poor guys... Bah. Give them a break... they're just teens anyway. But then, Jay, Kyle, Carlo, and Kyla play good. I heard them once play &lt;i&gt;Ang huling El Bimbo&lt;/i&gt;. Oh, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, there was a long play from Maskara. It is very long...but hey, it's good! I was laughing. I did not get all jokes, but I laughed most of the time because I was laughing at Sarah who was laughing so hard. (@_@) That play was really funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, of course, the teachers danced!!! [A LOT of exclamation points here!] Well, I was enjoying all. I think my eyes rot off when I saw Ma'am Docto[r] dance. But hey, my eyes feasted when I saw sir Mardan and sir Tafaleng dance! ONE BIG OMG! I was screeching all throughout the performance. I was like --- AAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!! --- yeah, that excited and all... And even just watching the video makes me pumped up again. Like... damn man! LOL. Check this one out!!! &lt;a href="http://deessah.multiply.com/video/item/95"&gt; Teachers dancing!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah... my throat still freaking hurt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16191794-8391983615062106344?l=tabaching2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/feeds/8391983615062106344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16191794&amp;postID=8391983615062106344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/8391983615062106344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16191794/posts/default/8391983615062106344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabaching2.blogspot.com/2007/09/pisay-foundation-day.html' title='PISAY foundation day!!!!!'/><author><name>anjirikachan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14077253782704177893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNH6l6HXP3M/STPGmnTKGUI/AAAAAAAAACU/0x16xGKPioY/S220/cat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
