<?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-8828168</id><updated>2011-08-11T04:34:08.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bUbUshkidOodLe__**</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-113611807525785061</id><published>2006-01-01T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T20:21:15.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy New Year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;I'm not going to give in to my wants, stuff that I don't really have to have. I'm going to answer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; to my needs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm going to find myself, and love her more than I did before I lost her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not going to settle for second best. I'm gonna start fulfilling my dreams.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's gonna be all about me. Me. Me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to have these: pride, ambition, independence, dignity, happiness...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm going to find something new that I can be passionate about.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to say bye bye to Ms. Irritable.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No one can stop me in whatever I want to do. Unless they have very good reasons why I should listen to them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You do me wrong, you are out the door.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm going to start from the very beginning. I want to be 'reborn' again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm going to 're-learn' the art of talking. I haven't done that in awhile, all I have done was listen. (I just realize it's also hard to just be the 'shock-absorber'.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to gain some weight. (How many times have I said this?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm gonna build my own room.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm gonna make myself happy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not just going to be fine. I'm gonna be gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  These are more than just resolutions. I need these to shape my character.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-113611807525785061?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/113611807525785061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=113611807525785061&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/113611807525785061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/113611807525785061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year-this-year-im-not-going.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-113429830791986492</id><published>2005-12-11T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T18:56:11.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Today was a very tiring day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, I don't know about you, but for me, it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, I was watching Miss World 2005 and Pinoy Big Brother (yes, pinagtiyagaan ko) with my sister. I slept at 2am texting bubu. I woke up around 9:45, ate breakfast and took a bath. we ate at Panciteria Lido (as usual, I think people there know us already) and after eating lunch imagine my surprise when I felt like I had a mid-day hangover. I felt tired already. and very sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to The G! and there was this Nokia Imagenation going on, where they print pictures for free and offered discounts for Nokia Care. I took my phone whose cover was broken (because it jumped off my hands when I was at an escalator --yes, it jumped ;)) there to have it changed for free. the lady said I could have it changed for free if I'm going to upgrade the software. when it was claiming time already, the point where I got more tired, the lady said 'the software failed' and asked if I still want to wait, I said no (I'm so damned tired) I'll just have the covers changed, since that was my original agenda. I can see in her face that she can't do that.. good thing she was nice (or maybe she saw my discomfort already), she just changed the covers for free. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way home, we went to the grocery to but a few stuff. I thought it won't take us long, but 'lo and behold, the lines were short but the shopping carts are full... for short, yes, we waited for a very long time, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I'm here at home. I'll sleep. I just wanted to blab about my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="xtra"&gt;mood: tired |  music: happy-b2k |  food: Pizzamelt for snack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-113429830791986492?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/113429830791986492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=113429830791986492&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/113429830791986492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/113429830791986492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/12/today-was-very-tiring-day-well-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-113418688520244298</id><published>2005-12-10T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T11:57:53.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've been working on this layout since Thursday and at last it's done. wala lang bored eh. but no I'm not complaining that I'm bored, I like it actually. I don't have to worry about anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing to say, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's finals night for A Cause Tik at the Medicine Auditorium. goodluck to Rak! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="xtra"&gt;mood: bored yet happy |  movie/show: The Simpsons |  food: fried chicken for breakfast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-113418688520244298?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/113418688520244298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=113418688520244298&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/113418688520244298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/113418688520244298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/12/finally-ive-been-working-on-this.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-113392760581046738</id><published>2005-12-07T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T11:53:25.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just had to do something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;last saturday, I went to school only to find out that our math prof wasn't around. since that was the only subject that's interesting that day, angeli and I, who are both bored out of our wits, went down, hailed a cab and went somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, that's not my story for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't like the person I have become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yeah. I don't. not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's one of those moments where I look back and do a reality check and realize, I haven't been around much lately. I have been very grumpy, and cranky, and moody... and confused about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm in a major identity crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;not that I can't figure out if I'm lesbian or not. no, not that kind of crisis. just seems like I've lost my sense of self. and I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need new people to spice up my life, and of course the old ones whom I just looooovvve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought being so 'something' (don't know the right word) can be so bad... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-113392760581046738?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/113392760581046738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=113392760581046738&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/113392760581046738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/113392760581046738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-just-had-to-do-something-last.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-113142112345992356</id><published>2005-11-08T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T11:38:43.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was a blah. yeah. very boring indeed. I  don't know what's with people but really, no 'intense action' happened. and today seems like it's gonna be part 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and I couldn't believe what became of our class, there were like 10 people (maybe even more) who got debarred. yes, as in they bid UST goodbye already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'nuff of this nonsense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-113142112345992356?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/113142112345992356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=113142112345992356&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/113142112345992356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/113142112345992356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/11/yesterday-was-blah.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-113116201986995007</id><published>2005-11-05T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T11:42:05.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;[emo mode: on]&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Little Thing - Dishwalla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me in&lt;br /&gt;to see you in the morning light&lt;br /&gt;to get me on and all along the tears they come&lt;br /&gt;see all come&lt;br /&gt;I want you to believe in life&lt;br /&gt;but I get the strangest feeling that you've gone away&lt;br /&gt;will you find out who you are too late to change?&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be&lt;br /&gt;every little thing you wanted&lt;br /&gt;all the time&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be&lt;br /&gt;every little thing you wanted&lt;br /&gt;all the time&lt;br /&gt;some times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lift me up&lt;br /&gt;just lift me up don't make a sound&lt;br /&gt;and let me hold you up before you hit the Ground&lt;br /&gt;see all come&lt;br /&gt;you say your all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;but I get the strangest feeling&lt;br /&gt;that you've gone away- you've gone away&lt;br /&gt;and will you find out who you are too late to change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be&lt;br /&gt;every little thing you wanted&lt;br /&gt;all the time&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be&lt;br /&gt;every little thing you wanted&lt;br /&gt;all the time&lt;br /&gt;some times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give me up&lt;br /&gt;don't give me up tonight&lt;br /&gt;or soon nothing will be right at all&lt;br /&gt;salvation&lt;br /&gt;will you find out who you are too late to change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be&lt;br /&gt;every little thing you wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-113116201986995007?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/113116201986995007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=113116201986995007&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/113116201986995007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/113116201986995007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/11/emo-mode-on-every-little-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-113101240174612863</id><published>2005-11-03T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T18:06:41.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;new layout done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Almost Over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yeah, sem break's almost over. I can't say I haven't had enough yet because I have. boredom is starting to overcome me nowadays. but still, I don't want to go back to school yet. I don't want the hassles. not yet. I feel like I haven't spent enough time with my girls yet. (altough we have gone out a couple of times already.) plus, nothing spectacular happened. I just had my hair cut short - a first after a very long time by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, ranting about this won't do me any good. besides, christmas is just around the corner. merry christmas! :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-113101240174612863?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/113101240174612863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=113101240174612863&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/113101240174612863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/113101240174612863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/11/finally-new-layout-done.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-112642691134502550</id><published>2005-09-11T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T16:21:51.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peyups.com/article.khtml?sid=4015"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How to make your Girlfriend Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my friend, let’s call him Stoic Face, breaks up with his girlfriend of three years. Or rather, his girlfriend breaks up with him. On his birthday. “Birthdays are no big deal”, he had said the day before, when we were bugging him for a free dinner. Apparently, his girlfriend thought so, too. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And like countless girlfriends before, and I’m sure as will girlfriends after, the reason for their breakup is that timeless yet mystifying reason: she says he took her for granted. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;No doubt this break-up excuse is a familiar one with most men, as are its variants, among which include:  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol&gt; &lt;li&gt;You don’t know I exist anymore &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You forgot (my birthday/ our anniversary/ that really important event I asked you to go to with me) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You’re too busy with (work/ your mother/ your new manager with those really big boobs) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We only see each other once a month now &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We haven’t had sex in two months (a rarity among break-up excuses, I admit, but it exists nevertheless)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;   &lt;p&gt;I myself have used this reason once to break up with a boyfriend (and of course to justify the fact that I was dumping him for “someone else”, oh the depths we all go to rationalize infidelities). &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So if your sex life is dwindling because you spend most of your time “talking”, or if she’s pestering you more and more about your whereabouts at certain times of the night, if she’s unabashedly dropping hints about spending “more time together”, here are some sure-fire ways to make everybody happy: she gets off your back a little, you start getting more on hers (in more ways than one, hopefully), and the best part is that they’re all relatively simple, easy-to-follow things! Like those 30-minute meals cookbooks promise you, which seem to take you the whole afternoon anyway, but I digress. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway. Really. The little things make women happy.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;One Hug = No More Bitching&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You know those days when nothing seems to have gone her way? She came to work late, her boss started criticizing her project, she forgot to eat lunch, and to top it all off, it’s raining buckets and she’s wearing heels? Having to meet her at the end of a day like that usually means hours of bitching, blaming everyone (from you to the cab driver to the boss’ secretary who’s too slutty for her own good), and a silent dinner accentuated only by her high-pitched voice. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Worry no more! All she needs is a hug! Not too hard to give, and you can embrace various body parts, to boot! Just let her let all her misery out in one (or two, or three) embraces, and presto! Watch her face shine with unspeakable joy! Women just want someone to listen to their bitching for fifteen minutes, and then it’s all over. It makes us feel warm and fuzzy inside when we get hugs. The Carebears knew that well. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Make’em Telecompanies Rich = Less Stalker Calls&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sure, you’re both busy so you only get to see each other about once a week. Sure, sometimes you go out for a beer with your office buds. And then here comes the stalker texts. Whr r u? says one. I calld ur ofc dey sed u left alredy says another. Pretty soon she’s calling you up, making tampo because you didn’t tell her what your plans were. And then she says something about how your buddies see more of you than she does. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The power to solve this is right in the palm of your hand! Literally! Make your mobile phone company rich by logging minutes and minutes of calls! Make the calls filled with sweet nothings! Tell her you love her at least every thirty seconds! Don’t forget to ask about her day, because that saves you at least ten minutes of saliva. Relay your latest office gossip; it doesn’t matter that it’s not her office; office chismis is universal. Perfect this often enough and sooner or later she’s going to think that you have no communication problem at all! If she says you still do, present your phone bill as proof. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;You in a Bad Mood = Less of Her in a Bad Mood&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Your girlfriend making hints about job opportunities in the States? Or mentioning that one of her new officemates has the hots for her? And did you reply with the standard, “Oh really?” with matching look at your fingernails? Beware! She’ll probably cite these as signs of your indifference! Never mind that you genuinely want her to be happy, and if she’s going to have a more fulfilling career in the States, you’d be the first to encourage her. Or that you’re either not the jealous type, or just too goddamn good looking that you don’t feel threatened by anyone who tries to come on to your girlfriend. She’s going to end up in a bad mood anyway because she thinks you don’t care. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is one of those tests that women, irrational beings that we are, give men in order to gauge their sensitivity levels. She’s trying to measure, by your reaction, how important she is to you. A pointless method, but we do it anyway. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So you’re better off consciously passing the test: feign a bad mood. It’s as simple as that. Play along with her game. Act upset because she’s thinking of leaving you. Act jealous that she’s a desired woman. Use a little pa-cute voice while doing it so she doesn’t think you’re seriously mad. Put :( in your texts to her. She’ll love that. She’ll think it’s hilarious. And her bad mood’s gone! Then watch her appease you, instead of the other way round. The ultimate equality of the sexes! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flower Power = A Blossoming Girlfriend&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Women love flowers. And I mean love, almost as much as we love shoes. Roses, tulips, carnations, lilies; women are nuts over flowers (as I’m sure some men are, too). No wonder feminine hygiene products often have flowers for logos. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And it’s all the more convenient these days because most flower shops have this thing called the telephone, by which you can contact them without having to go all the way out to Dangwa by the railroad tracks to buy fresh ones in pretty arrangements. And what’s more, most flower shops also have this thing called delivery service, which means you can get them to deliver the flowers instead of you having to brave traffic to get to wherever she is. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If you hand-deliver your flowers, though, that’s about 10,000 more pogi points than if you had them delivered. And if you sent flowers other than the days where you are, by some kind of Unspoken Rule, required to give them (such as anniversaries, birthdays, and Valentines), that’s about 100,000 more pogi points because it means you just wanted to do something nice. Which may mean some flowery action for you, to make it all worth it. After all, there’s a more obvious reason why feminine hygiene products use flowers. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Exquisite Taste = No Ugly Girlfriend Please&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;No one picks ugly girlfriends. Even ugly men don’t have ugly girlfriends (unfair, yes, but it’s a fact of life). So out of these six tips, probably the most important one is telling her she’s pretty once in a while. Because you think she is, in all honesty. “You look great” are the next three most important words you’ll ever tell her. And they have instant impact, too. &lt;/p&gt; Whatever mood she’s in, I can assure you, you tell her she looks great and she’s all over you. You’re the sweetest guy she knows. Sweeter probably than Tom Cruise in Jerry Maguire when he goes into that room full of women and stuff. Because, yeah, Tom Cruise is probably never going to do that to your girlfriend. But maybe, just maybe, because she really loves you, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-112642691134502550?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/112642691134502550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=112642691134502550&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/112642691134502550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/112642691134502550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/09/how-to-make-your-girlfriend-happy-so.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-112605754536842285</id><published>2005-09-07T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T09:45:45.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0060535423.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0060535423.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently reading Rules for a Pretty Woman and I think this is a must read for all the ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I have encountered the following rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I will not allow ANYONE to control me.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I will only change to suit myself.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; and I believe these are soo true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go buy it, it's interesting, I tell you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-112605754536842285?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/112605754536842285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=112605754536842285&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/112605754536842285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/112605754536842285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-currently-reading-rules-for-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-112597707161296675</id><published>2005-09-06T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T11:29:21.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>biruin mo nga naman. may assignment ako sa Theology na ipapasa mamaya, at report sa Filipino na dapat tapusin na't para di matambakan, ngunit heto ako. nagu-update ng blog kong wala namang sense. nakikipagtext kay bubu (na baka pumunta sa USTe sa Thursday, para makasama ako kumain ng calamares sa kanto) at nagbblog-hop pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haay. typical angelican.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nga pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happy birthday carmidoodski!!! *mwah.hug*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-112597707161296675?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/112597707161296675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=112597707161296675&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/112597707161296675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/112597707161296675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/09/biruin-mo-nga-naman.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-112588719706550492</id><published>2005-09-05T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T10:26:37.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;one worry, down...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our professors gave out our preliminary grades already and I'm very glad to know that I passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;hell more to go...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because the first term has gone by, it's time for the next. that means more things to do, reports to deliver, projects/papers to be submitted. just like these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Philippine History - Villalobos Expedition [report]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Natural Science - The Skeletal System [report]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Theology - Is Jesus present in the Creation? [paper]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Filipino - Talumpati [report]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I know that that's not even half of what we'll be covering this term.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-112588719706550492?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/112588719706550492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=112588719706550492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/112588719706550492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/112588719706550492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/09/one-worry-down.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-112546188580516721</id><published>2005-08-31T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T12:18:05.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I realize that a part of me must have been wishing for a miracle in my own life, one that would dispel the feeling that I was always holding my breath, waiting for something to happen, for life to begin."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-112546188580516721?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/112546188580516721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=112546188580516721&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/112546188580516721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/112546188580516721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-realize-that-part-of-me-must-have.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-112536820734157328</id><published>2005-08-30T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T10:26:31.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After a month long of no posts, I'm back to the blogging scene again. I can't promise everyday posts though since my schedule does not permit me to have time for my usual &lt;em&gt;pasarap&lt;/em&gt; times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, no classes yesterday (something that happens rarely) because of National Heroes' Day. My friends were in SM while I just sat here in front of this damned PC and fiddled with nothing. Dammit. Just when I thought I could do the things I want to do,&lt;em&gt; hindi pa rin pala&lt;/em&gt;. I don't want to talk about it; nothing will change anyway, so, what for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where does time go?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In two months, the semester will come to an end and I haven't even felt like I'm in college already. Am still feeling ange-ish, the only difference is the grades, and the homework and the quizzes. I know that's a lot already, but the independent/self study? It's all the same. Well anyway that's not really my point here. Point is, I never thought making &lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;grade is &lt;em&gt;this &lt;/em&gt;hard. We're in the middle of the sem, and I'm not satisfied with my grades. I’m f**king disappointed! I mean, I did pass. I'm just not satisfied. So here I am, trying to do good this term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-112536820734157328?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/112536820734157328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=112536820734157328&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/112536820734157328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/112536820734157328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/08/after-month-long-of-no-posts-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-112027662013410305</id><published>2005-07-02T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T12:00:45.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sana mabasa mo 'to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;naiirita ako sa mga taong manggagaya. yung mga taong walang originality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi ka ba makaisip ng iba? 'immortal' lang ba yung word na alam mo? nakakabwisit kasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo. mababaw na kung mababaw. eh bakit ba. bwisit. kung pwede lang ipa-trademark ko yun, gagawin ko. bwisit talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;originality naman dude!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-112027662013410305?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/112027662013410305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=112027662013410305&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/112027662013410305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/112027662013410305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/07/sana-mabasa-mo-to-naiirita-ako-sa-mga.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-111872244696954961</id><published>2005-06-14T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T12:14:06.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Quick Update&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classes will &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; begin tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy... Nobody ever said it would be this hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-111872244696954961?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/111872244696954961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=111872244696954961&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/111872244696954961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/111872244696954961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/06/quick-update-my-classes-will-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-111759341088553740</id><published>2005-06-01T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T10:36:50.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Kung Wala Ka&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Hale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natapos na ang lahat&lt;br /&gt;Nandito pa rin ako&lt;br /&gt;Hetong nakatulala&lt;br /&gt;Sa mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi mo maiisip&lt;br /&gt;Hindi mo makikita&lt;br /&gt;Ang mga pangarap ko&lt;br /&gt;Para sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko maisip&lt;br /&gt;Kung wala ka&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;Sa buhay ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nariyan ka pa ba&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ka ana matanaw&lt;br /&gt;Kung merong madadaanang&lt;br /&gt;Pasulong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sundan mo ang paghimig na lulan&lt;br /&gt;Na aking pinagtatanto&lt;br /&gt;Sundan mo ang paghimig ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I cried hard when I first heard this song...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-111759341088553740?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/111759341088553740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=111759341088553740&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/111759341088553740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/111759341088553740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/06/kung-wala-ka-by-hale-natapos-na-ang.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-111710251587600482</id><published>2005-05-26T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T18:15:15.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Hell-hole called EDSA, two-thousand shopping spree, hundred peso bras and my excitement for college.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that leaving home (Tandang Sora) at around 8:30am will take us &lt;strong&gt;more than two hours just to get to Makati&lt;/strong&gt;. (we arrived at The G! at 10:50am.) Yes, it's that horrible. What makes it more horrible for me is that I slept at around 12 in the morning and woke up at 7:30 which made me to be dizzy. claustrophobic I guess, because when I stepped out of the car, my head started to clear up. Hmmm. Another disorder discovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my mom and I went strolling around, went from store to store looking for clothes to buy. Of course we went to the usual. &lt;strong&gt;Kamiseta&lt;/strong&gt; then &lt;strong&gt;Bayo&lt;/strong&gt;. And you know what makes Kamiseta one of our usual 'shops-to-see'? &lt;s&gt;The clothes.&lt;/s&gt; Nah. That was before. Actually, there's no reason. &lt;i&gt;Nakasanayan nalang.&lt;/i&gt; Or maybe because of &lt;strong&gt;Natalie Portman on their walls&lt;/strong&gt;. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking around, already on our way to SM, I saw Folded and Hung and there, I finally bought something.&lt;i&gt;La lng. Happy lang.&lt;/i&gt; That's when we headed straight to SM to buy myself some bras. Everything is so &lt;i&gt;mahal&lt;/i&gt;. I don't know about you, but I'm just not the type who splurges on undies/lingeris/intimates (whatever you want to call it). Then I found &lt;i&gt;those&lt;/i&gt;. *me walks over to look at tag price* &lt;strong&gt;P99.75&lt;/strong&gt; *me smiles, picks out five, and buys them* heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not the least of today's adventure, I bought a notebook. Yup &lt;i&gt;a&lt;/i&gt; notebook, just one. The big hardbound one, caused by my excitement to go to college.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-111710251587600482?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/111710251587600482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=111710251587600482&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/111710251587600482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/111710251587600482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/05/hell-hole-called-edsa-two-thousand.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-111692816143469564</id><published>2005-05-24T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T17:49:21.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;New Layout!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the new social status I have now, I produced a new layout that speaks out for itself. It's actually a mix of a bit of angst and a bit of the "brighter side". You tell me what you see in it, aight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me, the University and all the fun in between&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enrolled! I'm enrolled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I'm officially part of the University, and my classes will begin on the 14th of June. I don't know if I can consider my schedule great. It's Monday &lt;strong&gt;to Saturday&lt;/strong&gt; 3:00-7:00 PM, and on Thursdays, I have a &lt;strong&gt;9:00-11:00 softball class&lt;/strong&gt;. Well, it's actually fine with me. It's just that it's not nice to go home at 7 in the evening. I might probably arrive here at around 9 or even 10 due to traffic. We all know the great ocean there that builds up when it rains. *sigh* Oh well. I'm excited nah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-111692816143469564?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/111692816143469564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=111692816143469564&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/111692816143469564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/111692816143469564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/05/new-layout-due-to-new-social-status-i.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-111683205573501552</id><published>2005-05-23T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T15:07:35.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;May the force be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the years I have been watching Star Wars just for the heck of watching the movies and all those time I never really understood the story. Not until today. I saw the Episode III: Revenge of the Sith last Sunday at The G!'s fully packed cinema. and then I watched the Trilogy here at home. yup, all original, Star Wars 4, 5 and 6 marathon. Surprisingly, I enjoyed it and for the very first time, I realized why it's so much of a talked-about film. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nice pala yung story, hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgive me for the lack of updates, we were banned from using Vibe because our phone bill's gone big, and we always forget to buy an internet card. oh well. here I am. back and postin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Single, and uh, trying to love it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear. I've always known that one day, I would be writing about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years. Damn, three long years and we (actualy, I) finally called it quits. Not because we don't love each other anymore., not because things got complicated because things didn't really &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;become&lt;/span&gt; complicated, they already are in the first place. It's all because of a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;family affair&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, I'm just trying to love every bit of what's happening. They left us no choice but accept our fate and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-111683205573501552?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/111683205573501552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=111683205573501552&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/111683205573501552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/111683205573501552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/05/may-force-be-with-you-through-years-i.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-111517980919707520</id><published>2005-05-04T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T12:11:49.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's Final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ust.edu.ph" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ust.edu.ph/USTLogo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup yup. I went to UST yesterday to pass the requirements for the enrolment on May 24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;buti nalang&lt;/i&gt; I got in. most of my girls are there &lt;i&gt;kasi&lt;/i&gt;. my mom and I went around to look for a studio type unit to rent since my home's a little far. but just in case we don't find one, the long travel is fine with me because there ain't no place like home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-111517980919707520?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/111517980919707520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=111517980919707520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/111517980919707520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/111517980919707520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-final-yup-yup.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-111465932561761866</id><published>2005-04-28T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T11:35:25.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dahil sa kawalan ng ginagawa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/xxhazeleyesxx/quizzes/What%20attracts%20people%20to%20you%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/X/xxhazeleyesxx/1055198553_seleresult.JPG" border="0" alt="People like you becuase you're beautiful!" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;What attracts people to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-111465932561761866?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/111465932561761866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=111465932561761866&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/111465932561761866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/111465932561761866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/04/dahil-sa-kawalan-ng-ginagawa.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-111459268838991705</id><published>2005-04-27T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T17:04:48.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just when you thought you're already doing great on the "changing" stint you're trying to do to be a better person, someone comments on you, again, for the freaking nth time, that you're still the same. that nothing has changed. whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm &lt;a href="http://www.mental-health-matters.com/disorders/dis_details.php?disID=33#symptoms"&gt;depressed&lt;/a&gt;. check the Mild Depressive Episode. seems like a lot like me. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-111459268838991705?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/111459268838991705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=111459268838991705&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/111459268838991705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/111459268838991705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/04/just-when-you-thought-youre-already.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-111425398222461695</id><published>2005-04-23T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T18:59:42.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back! (actually nung wednesday afternoon pa) from Puerto Galera with my family. here are some of the photos taken during the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/1101/1024/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/1101/320/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for the ship tickets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/1101/1024/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/1101/320/02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my nephew fooling around with a motor bike looking like Robin.. (bike's not ours by the way..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/1101/1024/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/1101/320/03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye Batangas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/1101/1024/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/1101/320/04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camwhore-ing while on-board&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/1101/1024/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/1101/320/06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at last we reached the hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/1101/1024/07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/1101/320/07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a dip in the pool first after a quick nap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/1101/1024/08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/1101/320/08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camwhore-ing (again!) before bar hopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/1101/1024/09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/1101/320/09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spot the damned difference. (L-R) my sister and her boyfriend Ryan, my brother and his girlfriend Ivy, my brother and his wife Cae and me. staring at the dark night sky... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/1101/50/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/1101/200/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; my first taste (literally) of night life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/1101/50/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/1101/200/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; bagsak na si kuya...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/1101/50/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/1101/200/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; pati sila..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/1101/50/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/1101/200/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; our own version of a scandal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/1101/50/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/1101/200/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; gabs (left, obviously) playing with the sand. the heart, that one I made out of boredom...or maybe I miss my Babu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/1101/50/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/1101/200/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; me. and gabs camwhore-ing before leaving..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/1101/50/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/1101/200/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; pig out time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/1101/50/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/1101/200/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *sigh* bye Puerto! you're definitely one of the places I didn't want to leave... I'll come back again some other time... with my friends nah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually had everything I wanted, look:&lt;br /&gt;a.) &lt;s&gt;an mp3 player&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b.) &lt;s&gt;Puerto Galera trip&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c.) &lt;s&gt;banana boat ride&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d.) &lt;s&gt;night out, with drinking and no parents&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.) henna tattoo&lt;br /&gt;f.) getting accepted to UST&lt;br /&gt;...well, almost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-111425398222461695?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/111425398222461695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=111425398222461695&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/111425398222461695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/111425398222461695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-back-actually-nung-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-111362067558132778</id><published>2005-04-16T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T11:04:35.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm having the best days of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought my own mp3 player yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been decided that we're going to Puerto Galera on Monday and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY 3rd ANNIVERSARY TO US!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-111362067558132778?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/111362067558132778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=111362067558132778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/111362067558132778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/111362067558132778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-having-best-days-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-111321882814577336</id><published>2005-04-11T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T19:27:08.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I sooo looove these songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style3"&gt;&lt;span class="songtitle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Same Ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by Kitchie Nadal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since i cried&lt;br /&gt;And left you out of the blue&lt;br /&gt;It's hard&lt;br /&gt;Leaving you the way&lt;br /&gt;When i never really wanted to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self denial&lt;br /&gt;Is a game so strange i never really should've wanted&lt;br /&gt;Til there was you&lt;br /&gt;Cause i have learned that love was beyond&lt;br /&gt;What human can imagine&lt;br /&gt;More it clears&lt;br /&gt;The more i gotta let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause what i don't understand&lt;br /&gt;Is why i'm feeling so bad now&lt;br /&gt;When i know it was my idea&lt;br /&gt;I could've just denied the truth and lied&lt;br /&gt;Now why am i the only one standing stranded&lt;br /&gt;On the same ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since i cried&lt;br /&gt;And left you out of the blue&lt;br /&gt;It's hard&lt;br /&gt;Leaving you the way&lt;br /&gt;When i never really wanted to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self denial&lt;br /&gt;Is a game so strange i never really should've wanted&lt;br /&gt;Til there was you&lt;br /&gt;Cause i have learned that love&lt;br /&gt;Is a word just thrown&lt;br /&gt;A litlle bit too much of this &lt;br /&gt;Excuse to fill this infinite of desire&lt;br /&gt;And nevere ever have to fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause what i don't understand&lt;br /&gt;Is why i'm feeling so bad now&lt;br /&gt;When i know it was my idea&lt;br /&gt;I could've just denied the truth and lied&lt;br /&gt;Now why am i the only one standing stranded&lt;br /&gt;On the same ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all else fail&lt;br /&gt;Would you be there to love me?&lt;br /&gt;When all else fails&lt;br /&gt;Would you be brave to see right through me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="songtitle"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.kumanta.com/?p=show&amp;id=5472#" class="link2" onclick="document.googleform.q.value='You And Me';document.googleform.submit();"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You And Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;by Lifehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What day is it&lt;br /&gt;And in what month&lt;br /&gt;This clock never seemed so alive&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep up and i can't back down&lt;br /&gt;I've been losing so much time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do, nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all of the people and&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why i can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the things that i want to say&lt;br /&gt;Just aren't coming out right&lt;br /&gt;I'm tripping on words, you got my head spinning&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to go from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to do, nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all of the people and&lt;br /&gt;I don't why i can't keep my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about you now&lt;br /&gt;I can't quite figure out&lt;br /&gt;Everything she does is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Everything she does is right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to do, nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all of the people and&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why i can't keep my eyes off of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to do nothin to prove and&lt;br /&gt;It's you and me and all of the people and&lt;br /&gt;I don't why i can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What day is it&lt;br /&gt;And in what month&lt;br /&gt;This clock never seemed so alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-111321882814577336?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/111321882814577336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=111321882814577336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/111321882814577336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/111321882814577336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-sooo-looove-these-songs-same-ground.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-111321639214073628</id><published>2005-04-11T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T18:46:32.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bookworm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you have already read &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0385504209/qid=1113216332/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/102-3989152-8639321"&gt;The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown&lt;/a&gt;, no book will ever be good enough for you (not even his other books). unless you read chicklit so that you won't compare it to The Da Vinci Code because it's obviously two different genres. well anyway, I've just finished reading &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0451213203/qid=1113216340/sr=2-2/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_2/102-3989152-8639321"&gt;Just One Look by Harlan Coben&lt;/a&gt; (which was good. yup just good. I told you about the Da Vinci thing.) and am now reading &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/1401351964/qid=1113216188/sr=8-1/ref=sr_8_xs_ap_i1_xgl14/102-3989152-8639321?v=glance&amp;s=books&amp;amp;n=507846"&gt;Bergdorf Blondes by Plum Skyes&lt;/a&gt; --yup I resorted to chicklit. Bergdorf Blondes is funny and savagely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maarte&lt;/span&gt;. as in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maarte talaga&lt;/span&gt;. just when I thought I've had enough of the crazy shopaholic Rebecca Bloomwood of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0385335482/qid=1113216209/sr=8-1/ref=sr_8_xs_ap_i1_xgl14/102-3989152-8639321?v=glance&amp;s=books&amp;amp;n=507846"&gt;Confessions of a Shopaholic by Sophie Kinsella&lt;/a&gt;, here comes Julie Bergdorf and her bestfriend (whose name was never mentioned --although she's the one who talks in the novel) who are both very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maarte&lt;/span&gt;.I actually recommend that you read it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nakakaaliw&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually have my own case of insomnia every vacation because I find it hard to sleep because my mind and my body are not exhausted yet, and so I sleep late. very late. and because of this, I have eye bags. aarrgghh!! it certainly doesn't look good. pano ba matanggal 'to? huhuhu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-111321639214073628?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/111321639214073628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=111321639214073628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/111321639214073628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/111321639214073628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/04/bookworm-when-you-have-already-read-da.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-111301598501490651</id><published>2005-04-09T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T11:06:25.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Emo-mode: On]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; bakit ganon? kung kelan ingat na ingat kang huwag magkamali, dahil ayaw mong ma-upset yung isang tao dahil alam mong you're just hanging on to a thin strand of thread, dun ka pa may magagawang hindi nya magugustuhan. yung tipong walang explanation kung bakit mo nagawa yun. na para bang sinasadya pa ng tadhanang guluhin kayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; hindi siya galit at alam mo yun. pero alam mong nadagdagan nanaman ng crack yung relationship nyo. isang crack na kahit maliit lang, pwedeng magdulot ng pagkabasag ng lahat. at pag nabasag na ang lahat, mahirap na itong buuin pa. isa-isa mong pupulutin ang mga bubog para mabuo ulit ang lahat. at sa panahong ginagawa mo ito, nasusugatan ka sa matatalim at matatalas na bubog. pero patuloy ka parin sa pagpulot ng maliliit na bahagi ng nabasag nyong relasyon, dahil sa pag-asang maaari pang maayos ang lahat. at kapag nasayo na ang lahat. kapag napagdikit-dikit at nabuo mo na, alam mong may lamat na ito. hindi na, kahit kailan, maibabalik pa sa dating anyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ayokong umabot sa ganon. ayoko.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-111301598501490651?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/111301598501490651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=111301598501490651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/111301598501490651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/111301598501490651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/04/emo-mode-on-bakit-ganon-kung-kelan_09.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-111296572966567113</id><published>2005-04-08T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T21:08:49.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;some lines I quoted from Tuesdays With Morrie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"love wins... love always wins."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"learn to give out of love, and let it come in. let it come in. we think we don't deserve love, we think if we let it in we'll become too soft. but a wise man named Levine said it right, 'love is the only rational act'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why are we embarassed by silence? what comfort do we find in all the noise?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sonetimes you cannot believe what you see, you have to believe what you feel. and if you are ever going to have other people trust you, you must feel that you trust them too --even when you're in the dark. even when you're falling."&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-111296572966567113?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/111296572966567113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=111296572966567113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/111296572966567113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/111296572966567113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/04/some-lines-i-quoted-from-tuesdays-with.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-111293732732627481</id><published>2005-04-08T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T21:12:08.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;buraot blues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed that I already have a daily routine. everyday, I usually wake up between 9:30 and 10:00, do my morning rituals, go dowsatirs for breakfast, wash the dishes and then go upstairs, turn on the PC and log on the net. when the clock strikes 12, I eat my lunch, do the dishes, wake the PC and go online again. although there may be some variations there after lunch. like taking a bath and then going online. or taking a bath and then going out to the mall. or taking a bath, go online, and then take a nap. variations like that. but all of it are just the same. aarrgghh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakaburaot talaga. I have already watched all the DVDs here. I have finished Smallville's season 4 already. I have finished reading all the interesting books on my shelf, and I've got no money to buy new ones.(well, actually I do. I just don't know any good reads, suggestions anyone?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think we'll be going to Puerto Galera on the 18th anymore. my dad doesn't like long trips because of his hypertension. and he says it might get pretty boring there also seeing the beach everyday for three days. I think it won't get as boring as staying here at home. and besides, when you see the view, I don't think you'll consider the island boring. we'll still go out for a vacation he says. wala pa lang napagdedesisyonan na pupuntahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eenie. meenie. minie. moe. who's the fairest of them all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mpio.com/goods/fl100.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="fl100" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v205/prodigy0416/v3/fl100.jpg" border="0" height="265" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MPIO fl100: Php 6490&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mpio.com/goods/fy200" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="fy200" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v205/prodigy0416/v3/fy200.jpg" border="0" height="265" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MPIO fy200: Php 6200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.creative.com/products/product.asp?category=213&amp;subcategory=215&amp;amp;product=10732&amp;nav=0" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="muvov200" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v205/prodigy0416/v3/muvov200.jpg" border="0" height="166" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creative MuVo V200: Php 5250&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.creative.com/products/product.asp?category=213&amp;amp;subcategory=215&amp;product=9771" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="nomadtxfm" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v205/prodigy0416/v3/nomadtxfm.jpg" border="0" height="152" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creative Nomad TX FM: Php 5250&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I would really appreciate it if you can help me decide. &lt;strike&gt;maybe when my sister gets home, I can post the prices of each for better comparison.&lt;/strike&gt; posted it already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and if it isn't too much to ask, I badly need your prayers. you see, on the third week of april, I will find out whether or not I get accepted in UST for Accountancy (see previous post for details), and I really really want to get in. so please please please wish me luck and include me in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you guys, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sooo much,&lt;/span&gt; in advance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-111293732732627481?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/111293732732627481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=111293732732627481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/111293732732627481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/111293732732627481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/04/buraot-blues.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-111288357739996543</id><published>2005-04-07T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T22:19:37.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new layout peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured getting around the previous one was kinda complicated. and so I made another one to uncomplicate things a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quick update:&lt;br /&gt;graduation was fine. no, I didn't cry. yep, no &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;iyakan blues&lt;/span&gt; with my friends knowing that we will definitely see each other again any moment now. I was sad, yes. horrified actually that I have to go out and meet my fellow citizens at the big bad world outside the walls of AC. but oh well, that's life... I will surely miss AC, I won't enumerate the reasons anymore because there are just too many. if you're an angelican, you'll know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...it is only here in Angelicum, that we, the imperfect people, perfectly fit."  - Jonas Viola, Senior's Talk, 30th Commencement Exercises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last Monday, I went back to school to return the toga, have my clearance fully accomplished, and get my grades (I have an average of 89 by the way. yup, 89 only, I'm literally average you know). after that, I went straight to UST for the confirmation of my temporarily chosen course which is Behavioral Science. apparently, it's not possible to just transfer my records to Accountancy just in case I get in. you see, I applied for a third course (Accountancy) because I figured I don't want to be a doctor anymore, and shifting might be hard. downside is, the recommendation result will be out only after all those who passed have been accomodated, and that will be on the third week of April. if I don't get in, I would have to resort to FEU and take Accountancy there, and then, transfer (and hopefully get accepted) to UPD during 2nd year. how I wish I get accepted in UST. it'll be a mini-Angelicum there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, 50 Cent woke me up. yep, he did. it was three in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;freakin'&lt;/span&gt; morning when a car came passing by (probably on the way home from the club or drag racing), with speakers &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; damn loud it woke me up. I found it funny actually (and of course annoying) because babu was just singing "Candyshop" to me the night before. what a coincidence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-111288357739996543?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/111288357739996543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=111288357739996543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/111288357739996543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/111288357739996543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/04/new-layout-peeps-i-figured-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-111241029141524285</id><published>2005-04-02T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T22:24:14.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The CAT-I Experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Tuesday, March 29, 2005, when I found out that CAT-I Commandant, Mr. Gordon Cation requires all YS-11 students to write a five hundred-word essay about the CAT-I experience for clearance. By then, I thought a five hundred-word essay would obviously be long and hard to write about. But then I remembered all those experiences I have had and thought, ‘what would cause me to be caught up in a hassle in writing about it?’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This is batch is different. Ngayon lang nangyari ito sa buong history ng CAT”, quoted Mr. Cation when only 10 out of 260 YS-10 learners attended the CAT-I orientation during the last few school days last school year. A lot of reasons and excuses came up when this news broke out. All of us (well, almost) were complaining that one can’t just announce that ‘there will be an orientation/meeting on this time, at that place… yada yada yada…’ on that very day, just like that, which is so true. We still have to ask permission from our parents that we are going home late because of a certain occasion and still have to wait for their approval. What if they say no because of some reason and we can’t go home anymore because the bus has already left (wherein by the time we get home, they’ll scold us for not getting home early), or they (parents) are already outside to fetch us. Some were complaining that they already have something planned for the afternoon, and it can’t be cancelled just like that. This incident showed the reluctance of the batch about CAT, and that, includes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inclination towards CAT grew even more during the reception. This was our first training day. This was our first taste of hardship, of grueling body pain, of co-students yelling at us to do what they want. Yes, many of us wanted to say something, to complain that this shouldn’t go on, that it was social injustice -and all that drama in between. I for myself just wanted to quit. But nobody complained, and I didn’t quit. Still curious on what’s in store for us, -for me- during the next training days; I went on and attended it as if it was a day of worship. Training days went on and passed by. There were drills, lectures, a lot of stuff to memorize, and tests. These days, didn’t change my being reluctant. In fact, I somehow hated it even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my reluctance evolved and I started to like the trainings when the practice for the first activity -the Inter-Platoon- began. This was when Charlie-II, my platoon, forged friendships that last until this day. They became my reason for attending. The laughter and amusement we had became an enjoyable reason to work a little harder and exert a little more effort for the Inter-Platoon. I guess our attempts weren’t good enough because we didn’t win first place. But it was fine with all of us. We know that the important thing is the bonding that we had because of the preparation for the competition. We bagged some awards, all of them I already forgot, like our platoon leader Ma’am K-Anne (she received several awards, I think, and I can’t remember what about), even I, for one, received a gold medal for a test I can’t seem to recall what.&lt;br /&gt;Another activity was the La Naval procession wherein we walked several blocks away from the school/church while praying the rosary. In spite of the sore feet, sweaty backs, dry throats and the desire to go on a detour to Mc Donald’s Banawe, we were all thankful that it didn’t rain (for the first time in years!), nothing bad happened and everything went well. (By the way, after which event I was inflicted with chicken pox.) Several training days went by and it became a little boring. We did nothing but stand at attention and stare at the space in front us. It certainly didn’t make us happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there were the physical trainings, which took place in preparation for the upcoming bivouac, which seemed to enliven things up (it became a reason for the attendance to go notches down though). Body aches and sore arms and legs, became the norm during those days. But despite of this exhausting activity, it was ok for all of because it is in preparation for the bivouac. That’s why some felt sad when the bivouac was cancelled and was said to be rescheduled due to the raging storm. I became sad because this was the day my dad decided not to let me go to the bivouac. Everything was prepared already and I so wanted to go because I know I will be missing a huge event. It was then rescheduled the day after the Christmas party and I just stayed home. Although I was happy that I don’t have to go through all that exhaustion, and that I was in the comforts of my home, with my own soft bed and fluffy pillows, I was still aware that I was missing a lot. ‘Oh well’ was all that I could ever say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that activity was the Inter-Company which was like, just some sort of a must-because-it’s-a-tradition and not really something we got serious about. Maybe because we know that after that, we’ll be graduates of CAT-I and it will be the end of all that.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the graduation. Who could ever forget that? A graduation where everybody became first batch graduates, since there’s no second, without having to go through the hassle of finishing the major subjects. (Too bad it wasn’t the real thing but anyway…) It was a graduation where we don’t have white togas to wear but heavy rifles to carry. A graduation where we don’t actually receive something in return (like a diploma of some sort), but instead, we receive the pride of being part of it. A certain feeling where we finally come to realize that after all the complaints and reluctance we had at first, we have garnered something, an experience that we know we are going to remember. A sentiment no other word could ever describe, as Mr. Cation would say, it is simply, priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, I will be graduating from high school. right now, I want to write something about this day, but there are too many thoughts in my head and I can't seem to figure out how to begin. next time nalang I guess...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-111241029141524285?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/111241029141524285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=111241029141524285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/111241029141524285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/111241029141524285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/04/cat-i-experience-it-was-tuesday-march.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-111191730493265634</id><published>2005-03-27T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T17:55:04.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just got home --actually, that was about thirty minutes ago-- from Bulacan and Galleria. yup, after enduring the heat in Bulacan and the high NLEX toll fees, we went to Galleria to but stuff to cap off my outfit for the 30th Commencement Exercise (graduation) next Saturday.I never thought it would be that tiring to walk around and around and around, so I relieved myself by going to the bookstore to buy me a new book. wala lang, I can be such a bookworm sometimes. if only books are a little more cheaper, I would have read a lot already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to school tomorrow. I will get my grades, have my clearance signed, and do everything that needs to be done before I actually leave the school. and of course, how can I forget? I'll bond with my girls. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;currently reading: Just One Look by Harlan Coben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-111191730493265634?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/111191730493265634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=111191730493265634&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/111191730493265634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/111191730493265634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-just-got-home-actually-that-was_27.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-111183890521188191</id><published>2005-03-26T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T20:08:25.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>by the way, I just want to give credit to &lt;a href="http://www.xdiorangelx.com/tutorials.php"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt; for the tutorials that helped me put up this layout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-111183890521188191?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/111183890521188191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=111183890521188191&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/111183890521188191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/111183890521188191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/03/by-way-i-just-want-to-give-credit-to.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-111183705738437880</id><published>2005-03-26T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T19:37:37.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I made another layout, although I just did two days ago. I guess that only shows that designing layout's my thing and not really the blogging part. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are there classes on monday? I mean, may pasok ba? do I really have to come to school for the signing of clearance? kakatamad eh. I don't want to come because if I do, extra requirements will come up and I would have to work on that and I hate that. but if I don't go to school, new requirements might come up, and won't be there to fix it. if I don't fix it, my clearance won't be signed, my candidacy for graduation might be put on hold. I surely don't want that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... and besides, I miss my girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited about the Puerto Galera trip on April. I can't wait to go there! I hope my crew can come with us. but if they can't come, we might as well resort to go to Olongapo instead. sana payagan ako pag ganon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of going out with my crew. marge and I are planning to go out on Friday, after the baccalaureate mass and watch The Pacifier (for obvious reasons..*wink wink*).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-111183705738437880?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/111183705738437880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=111183705738437880&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/111183705738437880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/111183705738437880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-made-another-layout-although-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-111174801298408291</id><published>2005-03-25T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T18:53:32.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just finished eating dinner after my long nap awhile ago. while I was eating, my dad's watching the news and of course it featured reports about today, Good Friday. there were those who still did their yearly penitence by scourging themselves and there were some who, after the scourging, had themseleves nailed on the cross just like Jesus did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reality check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;penitence here in the Philippines has gone weird already (in my opinion that is). it has become more of a tradition. a part of our heritage. the talk of the town (the world, even). it's not about sacrifice for the forgiveness of the sins for those who do it, but instead, a real live play, or a movie whose scenes aren't computer generated. I don't understand why they do this. it doesn't make them more of a man. neither does it make them less sinful the next day. who knows, they might just go on with their sins a week after. I know, I know. who am I to judge what they want to do or how they believe it? it's just that, it's not right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-111174801298408291?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/111174801298408291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=111174801298408291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/111174801298408291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/111174801298408291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-just-finished-eating-dinner-after-my.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-111166728353089519</id><published>2005-03-24T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T20:28:03.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't been blogging for almost a month already. nah. I wasn't busy. I'm just lazy to update. well anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to school this week, didn't have anything to do anyway so I just stayed here at home and got bored. really bored. imagine, 1 week palang yun and I'm already going crazy over here. can't go out naman. duh? eh kelan ba ko pinayagan. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there. summer has started already for me. unofficially of course. graduation hasn't taken place yet. that'll be next saturday nga pala. I'm excited nah. I wanna graduate and go to college and start a new life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing I hate about going to college is that I'll miss him and I'll miss my girls..hayy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nga pala..I'm going to Puerto Galera with my family on the 18th of April. woohoo! that's why I've been exercising since Monday. heehee.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood: bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;currently listening to: the noisy tricycles outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-111166728353089519?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/111166728353089519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=111166728353089519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/111166728353089519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/111166728353089519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-havent-been-blogging-for-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-110949632585357634</id><published>2005-02-27T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T17:25:25.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll be turning sixteen on May. sixteen. only sixteen and I've already had a huge load of excess baggage. I already have a lot of things I regret doing. and I'm starting to hate myself for making these bad decisions. it may have not resulted to a bad situation, still, having done or committed something so wrong and so early just doesn't seem right. take my family issues for example, I have never opened up to them. nor told them the story of my life. nor my thoughts. nada. my friends know me than they do. this blog even, knows me more. and I hate it. I don't know where to start, but I know I have to. have to start opening up, being honest, being me. and not my alter ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all I know now is that I've got a great life ahead of me. I've got more than a dozen chances to make things straight. all I have to do know is begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood: worried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;currently listening to: showbiz talk show in the background&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-110949632585357634?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/110949632585357634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=110949632585357634&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/110949632585357634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/110949632585357634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/02/ill-be-turning-sixteen-on-may.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-110933978960239241</id><published>2005-02-25T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T21:56:29.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Sex Ed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;when you have some sex with someone you love, things get complicated.&lt;br /&gt;it's not something you can shrug off. -from Mr. Write&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read &lt;a href="http://addicted-dancer.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt; blog awhile ago and she wrote something about virginity. although I agree with what she says, this is the 21st century. I'm not saying that one has to go out and find somebody you can screw with. what I'm trying to say is that, I somewhat agree to the issue of premarital sex (PMS). as long as it is about love. there's commitment. you do it not just for the heck of it but for something. sex, they say, is the most expressive form of love. thus the term making love. but that doesn't mean that you have to have sex with your significant other to prove your love for each other. sex, making love, or whatever you want to call it, isn't "proof" but rather, an expression. but then again, there are other ways of expressing love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* how do I explain this? let's take me for example. I swore to myself I would never have sex with someone until after college. I won't be such a hypocrite to say I can wait up for marriage. although I can, what I'm saying is, I'll do it if I'm stable already. if the both of us have stable jobs and bright, crystal clear futures. I wouldn't do it if I still see a blurry tomorrow ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also don't think having PMS is a sin. again, as long as it's about love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what I don't agree with are one-night-stands and fuck buddies and friends with benefits. damn. I know a lot of people like this and I despise them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys. kung ano man yung alam ninyong "biological" issue, quiet nalang kayo. respect naman please. respect. thanks. we really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mood: concerned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;currently listening to: frieday - bizzy bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-110933978960239241?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/110933978960239241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=110933978960239241&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/110933978960239241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/110933978960239241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/02/sex-ed-when-you-have-some-sex-with.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-110930259566517377</id><published>2005-02-25T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T11:36:35.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nobody, as in nobody, who is in her right state of mind would take back a guy whom she caught red handed cheating on her. diba? once a player always a player. haay nako. wala nang dapat pang initindihin dun eh. it's just plain stooooopid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing how love, or should I say men, can alter the minds of women. it's amazing how they can mess things up. especially in the cheating department. they've got so many excuses. "weak kasi ako eh". leche. so many lame excuses. and they say flirting is healthy? no it's not. flirting is cheating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;i&gt;banas&lt;/i&gt; to the max&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;currently listening to: sleep all day - jason mraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-110930259566517377?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/110930259566517377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=110930259566517377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/110930259566517377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/110930259566517377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/02/nobody-as-in-nobody-who-is-in-her.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-110930054601128853</id><published>2005-02-25T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T11:02:26.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;camwhores&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/1101/1024/camwhore.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #666666; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/1101/400/camwhore.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-110930054601128853?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/110930054601128853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=110930054601128853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/110930054601128853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/110930054601128853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/02/camwhores_110930054601128853.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-110915314471608138</id><published>2005-02-23T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T18:05:44.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's really tag-aral season. although I find myself everyday waking up at 6:30 and arriving school at 9, I'm busy, rather, my mind is busy. I'm currently searching for stocked knowledge in my head for achievement tests in all subjects. it was only now that I realized I studied too much for my economics class instead of trigonometry. and because of that I found economics' AT &lt;i&gt;sisiw&lt;/i&gt;, and trigonometry's hard. &lt;i&gt;kainis&lt;/i&gt;. another reason that adds up to my &lt;i&gt;inis, inabutan na kasi ako ng uwian&lt;/i&gt;  when I was taking trigo's AT. arg! I could've anwered those last four questions much better than how I did it awhile ago. &lt;i&gt;di ko man lang ba naisip na&lt;/i&gt; it will freakin' affect my damned grade?!? aarrgghh!!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood: &lt;i&gt;nagsisisi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;currently listening to: crybaby - mariah carey featuring snoop dogg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-110915314471608138?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/110915314471608138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=110915314471608138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/110915314471608138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/110915314471608138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-really-tag-aral-season.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-110915141547166719</id><published>2005-02-23T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T17:36:55.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guys can sometimes be so damned dumb. especially when it comes to losing their girlfriends for reasons that they themselves caused. &lt;i&gt; ewan ko ba, kung kelan nasa kanila yung mga girlfriend nila, pinababayaan lang. binabalewala. ang lakas ng loob mag-gago at mambabae, kasi assured sila na sakanila naman yung mga "mahal" nila eh, di sila iiwan. pero pag iniwan nah, ayan, lalong nagiging gago. pinagkakalat sa friends na 'fine, may mali ako, pero sya rin naman ah'. grrr! kung anu-anong kalokohan pinag-gagagawa. in the end, minsan, yung girl pa yung yung lumalabas na mali. at dahil lalake nga sila, hindi sila magsi-seek ng comfort sa isang kaibigang babae kasi alam nilang mababara lang sila kasi mali talaga sila. yung mga lalake namang pinagsabihan, hindi man lang itanong yung side ng girl. unfair.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOMEN WANT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;from &lt;strong&gt;MANual&lt;/strong&gt; magazine, February 2005 issue&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;don't make us spell it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;always shower before bed, for crying out loud. Even if you don't expect anything will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;don't be metrosexual, but don't lose all your vanity either. save a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;except in the strength department, women are the superior sex. anything you can do we can do, ten times better. literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;if you can't think of a gift to give, write us a sweet letter. we'd prefer that to roses or stuffed toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;don't talk about yourself incessantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;have drive and ambition. that's a turn-on.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;don't wear Speedos if you don't have a right to. shame on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;you can tell a lot about a man by the shoes he wears. and how he wears them. no socks? no way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;no g-strings! i'd rather you not wear anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;my non-negotiables? just three. cheating on me. hitting me. doing drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I believe in second chances. I don't believe in thirds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;we forgive. but we find it almost impossible to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;believe it or not, we have the uncanny ability to tell somehthing funny is going on. so don't even try.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;ask for directions. it's not sissy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mood: pissed with men&lt;br /&gt;currently listening to: i'm gonna be alright - j.Lo featuring nas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-110915141547166719?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/110915141547166719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=110915141547166719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/110915141547166719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/110915141547166719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/02/guys-can-sometimes-be-so-damned-dumb.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-110899294014320069</id><published>2005-02-21T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T21:35:40.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I slept at 2 in the morning today, woke up at 6:30 I think left the house at 8:30 and arrived school at 9. yes, I was late and I love it, in fact I'm doing it again tomorrow. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked down the halls of the school and found nobody I know around. I was almost panicky that there might be an &lt;i&gt;usapan ng COF na walang papasok&lt;/i&gt; . good thing I went up to the 3rd floor where my crew's usual first subjects are, and there I found pao in stats and marge in the other room (trigo). &lt;i&gt;wala lang&lt;/i&gt;. during recess, I found my posse at The Tree Of Life laughing their heads off (for some reason I already forgot). &lt;i&gt;nung&lt;/i&gt; lunch, amcee told us a story that made us all &lt;i&gt;kilig&lt;/i&gt; for her. &lt;i&gt;MAY LALAKE NA SIYA!&lt;/i&gt; oh we can't help but giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amidst all the laughter at The Tree, I realized -later on during the day- that I have been inconsiderate of other's feelings. his feelings in particular. I'm sorry swity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(but I did sort of argue with him today. it actually feels good, to let go of the emotional excess baggage.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;when you have some sex with someone you love, things get complicated. it's not something you can shrug off. -from Mr. Write&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duh?! as if I know. but yeah, I agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mood: &lt;strike&gt;blank&lt;/strike&gt; opinionated&lt;br /&gt;currently listening to: the electric fan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently reading: Mr. Write by M.D. Balanque&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-110899294014320069?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/110899294014320069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=110899294014320069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/110899294014320069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/110899294014320069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-slept-at-2-in-morning-today-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-110889253597895292</id><published>2005-02-20T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T17:42:15.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kanina pa ako sa harap ng PC. ngayon lang naka-connect. my goodness! I bought ISP Bonanza. and hirap mag-connect. kainit ng ulo. so I used Vibe instead. anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came home from the grocery to pick up a few things. before heading home, I went to the bookstore to purchase a book. I miss reading. I really do. I'm actually on the lookout for chick lit. heehee. here's my &lt;i&gt;books&lt;/i&gt; shop list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0767914767/qid=1108891318/sr=2-2/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_2/104-4987757-9906353"&gt;The Devil Wears Prada by Lauren Weisberger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0312291639/qid=1108891318/sr=2-3/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_3/104-4987757-9906353"&gt;The Nanny Diaries by Emma McLaughlin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1401351964/qid=1108891318/sr=2-5/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_5/104-4987757-9906353"&gt;Bergdorf Blondes by Plum Skyes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0451203895/qid=1108891787/sr=1-1/ref=sr_1_1/104-4987757-9906353?v=glance&amp;s=books"&gt;4 Blondes by Candace Bushnell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0446673544/qid=1108891318/sr=5-3/ref=cm_lm_asin/104-4987757-9906353?v=glance"&gt;Sex &amp;amp; The City by Candace Bushnell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these, amongst many other books...*sigh* if only I have enough money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mood: girly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently listening to: work it - nelly featuring justin timberlake&lt;br /&gt;currently reading: Hubble Bubble by Christina Jones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-110889253597895292?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/110889253597895292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=110889253597895292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/110889253597895292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/110889253597895292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/02/kanina-pa-ako-sa-harap-ng-pc.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-110887862420356475</id><published>2005-02-20T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T13:50:24.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just an addition to my amusement about The Gateway Mall, the only bad thing I could say about it is the location. I think Market! Market! should be placed there in Cubao, and The Gateway Mall should be placed at The Bonifacio Global City. wala lang. maybe Araneta should just modernize the whole Cubao so that Gateway can fit there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mood: just chillin'&lt;br /&gt;currently listening to: oops! oh my - tweet featuring fabolous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-110887862420356475?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/110887862420356475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=110887862420356475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/110887862420356475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/110887862420356475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/02/just-addition-to-my-amusement-about.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-110881412832565562</id><published>2005-02-19T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T19:55:28.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we went to Gateway mall today in Cubao, and boy was it gorgeous! it has the look and feel of Greenbelt a la Podium. yup Ayala and Sy combined, and that equals to Araneta. heehee. thing is, mostly are designer shops so I might want to shop there when I'm on a huge budget. seeing all the new stuff there makes me want to enter every shop and buy something. too bad I don't have enough money to splurge. we went up to the cinemas, and the dome was spectacular. i dunno, maybe I was justa amazed because they really have a new design there. something you don't see in your everyday malls. new design. new concept. next I go out with my crew, that will be our next destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mood: cheerful&lt;br /&gt;currently listening to: the boxing match on TV downstairs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-110881412832565562?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/110881412832565562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=110881412832565562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/110881412832565562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/110881412832565562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/02/we-went-to-gateway-mall-today-in-cubao.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-110869835171162589</id><published>2005-02-18T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T20:00:09.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this PC's nearly crashing already. and I'm so damned pissed about it. I wish I have enough money to buy my own laptop, para ako lang yung gagamit. hindi naman sa nagdadamot. it's just that everytime I use this PC there are new stuff installed. yung mga bigla nalang nai-install nang di man lang nagco-confirm. arg! tapos ang gulo ng files. naka-designate na nga yung mga folders, outside parin nag-ssave. tapos magagalit-galit sila na nawawala yung files nila. eh papano? kung saan-saan inilalagay. grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured, I don't want an iPod anymore. iPod is just an mp3 player. just that, nothing else. no radio. no recorder. nada. i wouldn't want to spend fifteen grand for something that only has one function. so here's my mp3 wishlist. any of these will do. (and these don't cost fifteen grand. just eleven below, I think.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status=' &lt;a href=" href="http://www.mpio.com/goods/hd200.php"&gt;HD200&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mpio.com/goods/fl100.php"&gt;FL100&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mpio.com/goods/fy200.php"&gt;FY200&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anybody care to give me any of these as grad gift? heehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-110869835171162589?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/110869835171162589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=110869835171162589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/110869835171162589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/110869835171162589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/02/this-pcs-nearly-crashing-already.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-110864231303879738</id><published>2005-02-17T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T20:11:53.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't really have any exact reason why I still go to school. ang kulang ko nalang kasi sa lahat ng subjects ay yung mga Achievement Tests. although I can just stay home and study for those grade-hungry-tests, I still wake up early everyday and go to school. reasons? one, I have my resources there. in case I need a module to help me recall the lesson better, I can just go and borrow. two, I might just sleep here at home (baka nga hindi pa &lt;i&gt;might&lt;/i&gt; baka &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; pa, hehe). three, my friends are there ('nuff said). four, (my biggest reason) &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; is there. I'll miss him eh. and besides I'm helping him with his school stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because I don't have anything to do today, (preparation lang for tomorrow's PTC) I decided to help marge with her pasta bridge. yes, a bridge made of pasta that is strong enough to carry 2 kilograms of load. not easy. totally not easy. I helped them from 8 am til 11 I think. and it's not even done yet. see how hard it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just when I thought I've really ran out of things to do, my moderator bugged me about my skills. I won't be able to make it to the third partial list if I don't fix my music class. and so I did. here's what happened: last friday, rogi and I recorded our song composition already. problem was, we just recorded on pao's tape (next to her track of course). when the tape was passed. Ms. C told pao that she can't allow that (two tracks. one tape). so there started the hassle. and I just fixed it awhile ago. good thing lauren has an extra blank tape. rogi has a recorder. and jonas borrowed komang's guitar. so yun. we recorded our composition na. just when I was about to pass the tape, I knocked on Ms. C's door and she wasn't there! so I started looking for her in the hot, sticky summer air. buti nalang I found her. ayun nakapasok ako partial. whew!&lt;br /&gt;tapos nun. wala lang. tumambay lang ako. found him. spent time with him til dismissal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had strawberry milkshake kanina! heehee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-110864231303879738?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/110864231303879738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=110864231303879738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/110864231303879738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/110864231303879738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-dont-really-have-any-exact-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-110587063742800444</id><published>2005-01-16T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T18:29:53.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I PASSED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/1101/640/University%20of%20Santo%20Tomas%201%2016%202005%206%2014%2045%20PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/1101/400/University%20of%20Santo%20Tomas%201%2016%202005%206%2014%2045%20PM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I PASSED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. i did. kaso... i don't think i'm very much happy about my course. haay. Med Tech o Behavioral Science? dapat nag Com-Sci nalang ako or Psychology eh. grr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero bago ko problemahin lahat yan.. kailangan ko muna gumraduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-110587063742800444?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/110587063742800444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=110587063742800444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/110587063742800444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/110587063742800444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-passed.html' title='I PASSED!'/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-110526586038802612</id><published>2005-01-09T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T18:17:40.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one hell school week has passed, twelve more weeks to go. (that includes the weeks for updating and practices for the graduation.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;THIS SCHEDULE IS FINAL: (huhu.. *heart pounds rapidly*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;january 28 - PTC, release of USTET results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;february 18 - PTC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;march 11 - PTC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;march 14 to 22 - updating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;march 23 - FINAL DELIBERATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;march 28 - AM: FINAL PTC ; PM: Thanksgiving Mass Practice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;march 29 to 30 - Measurements for Toga, Thanksgiving Mass and Graduation Practice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;march 31 - AM: Thanksgiving Mass &amp; Recognition Ceremony ; PM: Distribution of Toga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;april 01 - GRADUATION DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-110526586038802612?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-110474712104090312</id><published>2005-01-03T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T18:12:01.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-Vacation Getaway</title><content type='html'>since pasukan na bukas, gumala lang ako ng konti kasama yung friends kong laging game. i was with hazel, zeline and my better half awhile ago at SM. sayang di nakasama si marvin, di daw kasi sya pinayagan ng mom nya. anyway dumating ako dun ng 1pm, tapos nakipagkita dun sa dalawang zel. since wala pa yung bf kong laging late, tumamabay muna kami sa mcdo. as in tambay lang, di man lang kumain. nag-chikahan, daldalan to the max hanggang sa wala na kaming mapagusapan dahil sa tagal ni lep. after 1 and a half hour naming naghintay, sa wakas, dumating na sya. wag ka, ang sinabi nyang oras ng dating nya 2pm, 2:30 dumating ang lolo mo. tapos umakyat na kami sa movie house para manood ng Sigaw (which was an &lt;i&gt;ok&lt;/i&gt; movie). pumasok kami dun sa loob ng sinehan na pagkalamig-lamig. ewan ko ba kung bakit ko nalimutan dalhin yung jacket ko. anyway, nung tapos na yung movie, gusto pa nya manood ng Mano Po. eh di na ko pwede. so ako, umuwi nah. ewan ko kung ano na ginawa ng tatlong yun dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gigising na ulit ako ng maaga simula bukas. labag man sa kalooban ko. huhu. di pa talaga ko handa. pero kailangan na mag-aral eh. kailangan gumraduate. naku! dadating na nga pala yung results ng entrance tests this month. san kaya ako pumasa? ano kaya course ko? ano kaya magiging kinabukasan ko? hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;berday na ni amcee next wednesday. wala lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-110474712104090312?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-110467172938344707</id><published>2005-01-02T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T21:15:29.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waaaah!</title><content type='html'>school na on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although namimiss ko na yung daldalan namin ng buong COF, yung pagtambay sa Tree of Life (na lagi nalang yung mga bag yung naka-occupy ng space), yung mga headline-worthy na mga kaganapan sa catwalk, yung pag-kain ng rice during class hours, at syempre my significant other, ayoko parin gumising ng maaga. di pa ako nakakapag-pahinga ng husto. di ko pa tapos yung mga dapat kong tapusin (actually wala akong na-accomplish). di pa ako handang tanggapin na tatlong buwan nalang, tapos na ang high school. haay. pero ganon eh. tumatakbo na si Haring Oras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero bago ako bumalik sa loob ng classroom at magpaka-baliw sa dami ng gagawin, aalis muna kami (Zeline, Hazel, my better half, tsaka si Marvin) bukas. manonood ng Sigaw. hehe. just what i need to wake myself up before school starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-110467172938344707?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/110467172938344707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=110467172938344707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/110467172938344707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/110467172938344707'/><link 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-110464022404910037?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/110464022404910037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=110464022404910037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/110464022404910037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/110464022404910037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2005/01/just-quickie.html' title='Just a Quickie'/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-110421061139603547</id><published>2004-12-28T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T13:10:11.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap</title><content type='html'>Let me give you a quick recap of what happened with my life over the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;November&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;pictorials for the batch book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;my significant other's niece's birthday (got that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Battle of the Bands (which was - surprisingly - a blast by the way. hands down to all of my batchmates who joined. a round of applause for Nuclear Siopao, you guys rock!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;physical trainings for the bivouac&lt;li&gt;outreach program for CLE class  (there was a kid there who looked like Cleo Flores, heehee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;December&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;prom (Zeline and I danced til our calves hurt like hell..*grin*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;cancelled bivouac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;PTC (Ggraduate ako! nasa 1st Partial List ako! woohoo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Field Demonstration (at least we bagged second place for our ridiculous dancing efforts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;my better half's beerday (i gave him a chocolate cake, too bad I didn't take a picture of it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Youth's Night (the Battle of the Bands was great, what happened here?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;away kami nung 16 (we're supposed to be celebrating our 32nd month!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;christmas party (which wasn't a blast either)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;18-20 bivouac (don't ask!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ang dami palang nangyari...hehe&lt;/i&gt; well, nweiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the eighth day of vacation already and &lt;strike&gt;I haven't even touched my modules yet&lt;/strike&gt; I just did my module in Economics awhile ago. Didn't finish it though. Maya nalang. Promise! I have to eh. Three months nalang. Graduation nah. I'm aiming for the General Excellence award pa naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three months. College nah. Bagong buhay nah.. wait a minute!Arrgghh!!January! Release na nang entrance exam results! Huhuhu. I don't think i'll be doing my eenie-minnie-minee-moe, I guess the universities will be the ones who'll choose me instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick me! Pick me! *waves right hand like crazy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing Hocus Pocus, Jill of the Jungle, and Prince of Persia over the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;these games open on MS-DOS only. hehe. eto yung mga games na nilalaro ko when I was still a kid. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;wala lang. naadik lang naman ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-110421061139603547?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/110421061139603547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=110421061139603547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/110421061139603547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/110421061139603547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2004/12/recap.html' title='Recap'/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-110377478254146138</id><published>2004-12-23T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T12:06:22.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And now, I return again...</title><content type='html'>new layout soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new updates soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;magnu-New Year na eh, I figured I should be blogging seriously this time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-110377478254146138?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/110377478254146138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=110377478254146138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/110377478254146138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/110377478254146138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2004/12/and-now-i-return-again.html' title='And now, I return again...'/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-109869513215143771</id><published>2004-10-25T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T17:05:32.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Was Like The First Day of Classes</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; classes, that is. hehe. everybody welcomed me back. saya! everyone was like, "carissa! you're baaack! i/we missed you!". hehe. truly was a good day, still is and will continue to be one. *big toothy smile* (actually i was wearin' that big toothy smile on my face almost the whole day..hehe..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aside (of course) from the warm welcome of my friends, mas masaya yung welcome nya sakin.. hehe.. i was standing at my locker and then, "elow baby! *sabay hug*". *me.giggles.blushes* although i didn't spend much time with my better half, it's ok kasi i had time with my friends tsaka, basta, ayos lang. saya! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;practice for field demo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aarrgghh!! that was ridiculous! sobra. humiliating in fact. as much as i love to dance as wild as i can, i don't like that. it unleashes my inner-shy-self (yes, i have that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good thing i had my badminton thingy left to update. so yun, laro lang kami ni Boggs. then we joined the class nung 5 minutes nalang yung natitira. hehe. smart ass we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-109869513215143771?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/109869513215143771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=109869513215143771&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/109869513215143771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/109869513215143771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2004/10/it-was-like-first-day-of-classes.html' title='It Was Like The First Day of Classes'/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-109869542562388995</id><published>2004-10-25T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T17:10:25.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pahabol</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;sabi ng baby ko sakin...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tumaba daw ako!!! woohoo!!! ang saya saya.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually napansin ko nga rin yun kasi yesterday sakto na sakin yung blouse ko. tapos, tumaba yung cheeks ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya saya! ayun lang.. cge.. woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-109869542562388995?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/109869542562388995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=109869542562388995&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/109869542562388995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/109869542562388995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2004/10/pahabol.html' title='pahabol'/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-109861217175371570</id><published>2004-10-24T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T16:53:51.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired Feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;shopping galore&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup yup. went shopping at The G! (that's my lingo for Glorietta, hehe..) bought two blouses, a white belt, and a cap... that cost me below one grand... i think that's a pretty fair price...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw a gorgeous pair of ballet flats at Pretty Fit (it's dirty baby pink)... ganda talaga... kaso it'll cost me Php 1,920 eh. kurips ako kanina, so di nalang... huhu... i'm still inlove with it though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;t'work it out - usher &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Ad-Libs}&lt;br /&gt;Yo, check this here&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing that I'd rather dothen spend this time with U.&lt;br /&gt;So why don't we just chill and make a cold cold &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Sex" target="_blank"&gt;sex&lt;/a&gt;y.&lt;br /&gt;U know&lt;br /&gt;U sure lookin'right&lt;br /&gt;Spend some quality time&lt;br /&gt;U make me wanns cha, cha, cha, ah, cha, cha.......&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right there, jus' keep it right there&lt;br /&gt;And I know you're gonna like it&lt;br /&gt;Ooh baby, U sure love to....&lt;br /&gt;Know what I'm sayin'&lt;br /&gt;Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Verse1}&lt;br /&gt;We been hang out every day this week&lt;br /&gt;How 'bout'a n....fix U somthing to eat&lt;br /&gt;And just chill&lt;br /&gt;We anit gotta wild out just chill&lt;br /&gt;Parlay little momma right here&lt;br /&gt;Sippin' on chardonnay&lt;br /&gt;Slip on that Vicki Secret lingerie&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I anit tryin' to throw my money away (in the streets)&lt;br /&gt;If I can see U twork it out for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Chorus::&lt;br /&gt;Tworkin' it out&lt;br /&gt;Laying in the cut&lt;br /&gt;Kissing rubbing and making sweet love&lt;br /&gt;Dame the club tonight&lt;br /&gt;Lets twork it out&lt;br /&gt;It'll be just me on U from 11 to 6 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;I know U like it when I do U like that&lt;br /&gt;Let's tork it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Verse2}&lt;br /&gt;Now that I got U all soakin' wet&lt;br /&gt;I bet U know what's commin' next&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna twork U out&lt;br /&gt;Aw baby let me tell U how&lt;br /&gt;What U think about me&lt;br /&gt;Tworkin' U from your front to your backend&lt;br /&gt;Kick back in relax come sit up on my lap shorty&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm takin' U all the way&lt;br /&gt;Wont stop till U scream my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Chorus 2x}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ Bridge}&lt;br /&gt;Moring is coming and I don't want to let U go&lt;br /&gt;Let's just lay here in this bed of red rose petals&lt;br /&gt;I know that we're spent but&lt;br /&gt;One kiss can make this start all over again&lt;br /&gt;If U want it baby come with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Verse3}&lt;br /&gt;It's way too treal&lt;br /&gt;The way U making me feel&lt;br /&gt;The way you're tworkin' is oh so &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Sex" target="_blank"&gt;sex&lt;/a&gt;y&lt;br /&gt;Ooh baby U sure love to ball&lt;br /&gt;It's way too treal&lt;br /&gt;The way you're tworkin' is oh so &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Sex" target="_blank"&gt;sex&lt;/a&gt;y&lt;br /&gt;Ooh baby U sure love to ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Chorus - Ad Libs}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-109861217175371570?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/109861217175371570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=109861217175371570&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/109861217175371570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/109861217175371570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2004/10/tired-feet.html' title='Tired Feet'/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-109850351854556539</id><published>2004-10-23T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T11:51:58.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Combinations/Permutations, 2am Booty Calls and Usher's Confessions CD</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;statistics&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;curse module 10 (combinations/permutations) and 11 {probability) to hell! aarrgghh!! di ko alam kung tama yung mga pinagsasagot ko dun. di ko kasi talaga naiintindihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2am booty call&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:30am - woke up from a dream i couldn't remember. checked my phone and saw a missed call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;babski&lt;br /&gt;10-23-2004&lt;br /&gt;01:06:42am&lt;br /&gt;++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;Gcng ka pa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipient:&lt;br /&gt;babski&lt;br /&gt;+63916*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent:&lt;br /&gt;2:34:16am&lt;br /&gt;10-23-2004&lt;br /&gt;++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;kkgcng lng..Ü kw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sender:&lt;br /&gt;babski&lt;br /&gt;+63916*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent:&lt;br /&gt;2:36:09am&lt;br /&gt;10-23-2004&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this 2am conversation ended at 6:30am. wasn't sleepy eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still like to call it as the 2am booty call. it suits it best. *wink* hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad i can't have &lt;i&gt;these&lt;/i&gt; anymore, pasok na sa monday eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Usher's Confessions CD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently listening to it. it's a great album. it's the kind of CD you'd pop into your CD player when you want to listen to a couple of rnb/hiphop tracks that are not too hard. chill out sounds... suitable for make-out sessions.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-109850351854556539?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/109850351854556539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=109850351854556539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/109850351854556539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/109850351854556539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2004/10/combinationspermutations-2am-booty.html' title='Combinations/Permutations, 2am Booty Calls and Usher&apos;s Confessions CD'/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-109842115562284283</id><published>2004-10-22T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T11:56:21.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the return of the prodigal daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;the return of the comeback&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. i'm back again here at blogger. it's much easier here kasi talaga. ewan ko ba. you can mess up with the template pa. and blogger's interface is just as great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;together with my return here in this beloved blog host of mine, i'm into blogging mode again. (i really am trying you know!) no, the work load on my desk hasn't decreased yet. it's actually piling up even more. it's just that i have things to blab about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noticed one thing.. i'm not really about the blogging stuff. parang i'm just excited about new layouts and stuff... gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i've been on leave&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or should i say, absent, for two weeks now. yep. that's because i have chickenpox. (arg! noh?) yeah, red spots started invading my body last monday.. i was ugly (emphasis on &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt;..). i didn't look at the mirror last week, afraid of the horrors that might come over me. thankfully, i have medicines that dried up these ugly spots easily. bad thing is they left scars! lots of 'em! aarrgghh!! and did i mention there will be batch pictorials on the 8th of november?! grrr talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarap pala ng nasa bahay lang. i'm actually battling out with my head whether i'll come back to school next week. kakatamad. sarap magtulog. kaso, (gaya ng lagi kong sinasabi..) i have tons of work to do. council, subjects, deadlines, requirements.. yada,yada,yada. plus, i miss my friends, i miss the catwalk and its everyday front-page-worthy issues, i &lt;i&gt;actually&lt;/i&gt; miss all the fuss in working, and i miss him.. badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there. i'll come to school on monday. kahit na i don't miss CAT. (aarrgghh!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;so what did i do these past two weeks?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept the whole day. (and because of this, di ako makatulog sa gabi. i slept around 3am already.. worst time? 6am..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;logged on the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did my borrowed modules. (and i still don't understand module 06 in physics!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a &lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/24"&gt;24&lt;/a&gt;-season2 DVD marathon. (i haven't even watched season1 yet. hehe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate a lot. (even if i did, i lost weight. *sniff* i'm trying my best to &lt;i&gt;gain&lt;/i&gt; weight not &lt;i&gt;lose&lt;/i&gt; them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-109842115562284283?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/109842115562284283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=109842115562284283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/109842115562284283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/109842115562284283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2004/10/return-of-prodigal-daughter.html' title='the return of the prodigal daughter'/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8828168.post-109842625840665605</id><published>2004-10-22T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T14:24:18.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>butt nekkid lady</title><content type='html'>about this template, that (almost) butt-nekkid lady over there is charisma carpenter. (tama ba?) i don't actually remeber if i'm right... basta i got her pic &lt;a href="http://atpictures.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. the dots at the bottom is just edited.. don't know from where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yun lang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8828168-109842625840665605?l=prodigy0416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/feeds/109842625840665605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8828168&amp;postID=109842625840665605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/109842625840665605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8828168/posts/default/109842625840665605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigy0416.blogspot.com/2004/10/butt-nekkid-lady.html' title='butt nekkid lady'/><author><name>isha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
