<?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-13129435</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:50:02.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>metamorphosis</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-114579678137000844</id><published>2006-04-23T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T20:53:01.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Moved.</title><content type='html'>I MOVED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://prinxessa.faint-hopes.org&lt;br /&gt;http://prinxessa.faint-hopes.org&lt;br /&gt;http://prinxessa.faint-hopes.org&lt;br /&gt;http://prinxessa.faint-hopes.org&lt;br /&gt;http://prinxessa.faint-hopes.org&lt;br /&gt;http://prinxessa.faint-hopes.org&lt;br /&gt;http://prinxessa.faint-hopes.org&lt;br /&gt;http://prinxessa.faint-hopes.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please change my link.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You. See You There&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-114579678137000844?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/114579678137000844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=114579678137000844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/114579678137000844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/114579678137000844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114579678137000844' title='I Moved.'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-114555171531534586</id><published>2006-04-21T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T00:48:35.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On</title><content type='html'>Oops! sorry guys, i don't think i can update today or the next day or the day after tomorrow. I'll try to visit your sites but i'm afraid i don't have much time since summer class has already started and i'm currently working on my new &lt;a href="http://prinxessa.faint-hopes.org"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; hosted by ate &lt;a href="http://fainted-hopes.org"&gt;denise&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please bear with me for a while, I'll be back soon. Gracias.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-114555171531534586?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/114555171531534586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=114555171531534586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/114555171531534586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/114555171531534586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114555171531534586' title='Moving On'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-114527923872776240</id><published>2006-04-17T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T21:17:33.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected Changes</title><content type='html'>Ok from that moment i thought this will gonna be a whole lot different world for me now &lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a250/plinteta_0331/smilies/worried.gif" alt="worried" border="0" /&gt; . I was forced to transfer to a different class (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bye bye BSN Block 5&lt;/span&gt;), not because i failed to maintain my grades but because&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; they werent done yet computing it&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a250/plinteta_0331/smilies/annoyed.gif" alt="annoyed" border="0" /&gt;pfft! I'm starting to really hate that school! &lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a250/plinteta_0331/smilies/angry.gif" alt="angry" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? some classes has already started today &lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a250/plinteta_0331/smilies/shocked.gif" alt="shocked" border="0" /&gt;. But you can still see hundred of students lining up and was just about to start filling up their enrollment forms. Why not? They posted the list of enrollees just early &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this morning&lt;/span&gt; and they expected we can fixed it up that easy?! &lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a250/plinteta_0331/smilies/annoyed.gif" alt="annoyed" border="0" /&gt; I'm not even on the list, so i hafta talk to whoever damn teacher they point us to and asked for re-evaluation of our grades. And I've just heard they're already making enrollees pay a fine of 20pesos because they are now so called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"LATE enrolleess"&lt;/span&gt;. How could that be? &lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a250/plinteta_0331/smilies/confused.gif" alt="confused" border="0" /&gt; They've just posted the list this morning!! &lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a250/plinteta_0331/smilies/annoyed.gif" alt="annoyed" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, it wasn't even my fault that from now on i will gonna be on a class full of total strangers &lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a250/plinteta_0331/smilies/annoyed.gif" alt="annoyed" border="0" /&gt;. Not that i don't think i can get along with em, after all i know about 10% of them 'cause they're my highschool friends/schoolmates and i love meeting new people. It's just because i never thought it will gonna be like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a lot of times my classmates get into my nerves so much that i just wanted to burn them alive, but still i have learned to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; live and love them&lt;/span&gt; now. I'll surely miss them &lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a250/plinteta_0331/smilies/worried.gif" alt="sad" border="0" /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to make matter worse, me and my ex=&lt;s&gt;boyfriend&lt;/s&gt; of 1 year and 8 months are gonna be in the same class! &lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a250/plinteta_0331/smilies/shocked.gif" alt="shocked" border="0" /&gt; &lt;s&gt;Isn't it great?!&lt;/s&gt; &lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a250/plinteta_0331/smilies/tongue.gif" alt="beh" border="0" /&gt; We're friends and all that but i think it would still be an awkward feeling especially now, that at this early, i can already hear our highschool friends teasing us. &lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a250/plinteta_0331/smilies/sneer.gif" alt="sneer" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5898/1142/1600/%7E%27m%3F%3Fd%3F%3FL%3F%3FCi%3F%3F%3F%3FS%7E%28836%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5898/1142/320/%7E%27m%3F%3Fd%3F%3FL%3F%3FCi%3F%3F%3F%3FS%7E%28836%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they used to call us "Apat na Sang'gre"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saddest part really is that our barkada was divided into two groups: blanca, rio, ding and kathy will remain on the same block. Me, Bheybhi and Yska are now in block 9. &lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a250/plinteta_0331/smilies/worried.gif" alt="worried" border="0" /&gt;I'm afraid the two years the four sang'gres (me, rio, bheybhi and blanca) shared together will now end. Ofcourse the friendship will still remain but it's gonna be really different now .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the easter gifts&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; jhesca&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;naynay hanmae&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;marnil&lt;/span&gt;. I love it!! &lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a250/plinteta_0331/smilies/inlove.gif" alt="love" border="0" /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5898/1142/1600/vmx69w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5898/1142/320/vmx69w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5898/1142/1600/vhvtqr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5898/1142/320/vhvtqr.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5898/1142/1600/kath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5898/1142/320/kath.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-114527923872776240?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/114527923872776240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=114527923872776240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/114527923872776240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/114527923872776240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114527923872776240' title='Unexpected Changes'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a250/plinteta_0331/smilies/th_worried.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-114503312133705136</id><published>2006-04-14T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T00:59:38.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahayyy life</title><content type='html'>New layout na naman!! haha bored lang talaga ako.. ok naman diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala akong ginawa buong maghapon kundi manood. Kabisado ko na nga yata lahat ng palabas sa animax at sa disney channel eh hehe. Oo cartoons pinapanood ko, i'm very young at heart hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinry ko nga din mag-fasting eh kaso nung binigyan ako ng daddy ko ng cake, ala na! Naglalaway nah ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5898/1142/1600/%7E%27m%3F%3Fd%3F%3FL%3F%3FCi%3F%3F%3F%3FS%7E%28807%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5898/1142/200/%7E%27m%3F%3Fd%3F%3FL%3F%3FCi%3F%3F%3F%3FS%7E%28807%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wee nyam nyam. Gusto niyo? :lol:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aside from devouring this cake all by myself and being a couch potato for the whole day, I thought of giving you all a little something for the easter. Here copy it and upload to your own server. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a250/plinteta_0331/blogs/cinamoroll_copy.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Link &lt;a href="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a250/plinteta_0331/blogs/cinamoroll_copy.jpg"&gt; here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; I have also finished doing my first pixel. Hihi I'm loving photoshop. Not that good but i'm totally inlove with cinamaroll right now, so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a250/plinteta_0331/blogs/Untitled-1.gif" alt="My First Pixel" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;parang ang sungit niya jan haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That's all for now. I'll try to make a longer entry next time. Gotta find adventure or wish for something extraordinay to happen in my oh-so-borring life. See yah next time.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/13129435-114503312133705136?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/114503312133705136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=114503312133705136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/114503312133705136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/114503312133705136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114503312133705136' title='hahayyy life'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a250/plinteta_0331/blogs/th_cinamoroll_copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-114486213866061478</id><published>2006-04-13T07:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T01:34:40.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First gusto ko munang mag&lt;strong&gt; thank you&lt;/strong&gt; sa lahat ng nagcomment sa last post ko.. Don't worry i'm ok now. Pero mukhang nabaliw na mommy ko, :P pano ba naman sabi mag-aasawa na lang daw xia ng kano para magka green card xia!! ang sagot ko? isang malutong na &lt;strong&gt;HMP!&lt;/strong&gt; (period).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well one reason why she wouldn't want to go back here is my dad. I don't wanna elaborate it much pero siguro magegets niyo na rin kahit pano. Obviously sa kabila ng lahat ng ginawa ni daddy sa kanya mahal pa rin niya yun. Hayy &lt;s&gt;martyr&lt;/s&gt; lang talaga mom ko.. Kaya ayaw na niya bumalik dito kasi alam niyang masasaktan lang xia, dahil lagi naman wala dito sa bahay daddy ko. Kung san pumupunta? &lt;em&gt;Isipin niyo na lang&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko ba.. kaya siguro pagdating sa love masyado akong &lt;u&gt;defensive&lt;/u&gt;. Ayoko kasing magaya sa mom ko. Pero minsan hindi rin pala talga mapipigil na maging &lt;s&gt;tanga&lt;/s&gt; lalo na at mahal na mahal mo yung isang tao. Ilang beses ko na rin kasing ginawa yun pero sa tingin ko naman mas matapang ako kesa sa mommy ko. I think i've learned na rin from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok change topic. It's holy week again yet ang dami na namang naglalabasang intriga tungkol kay Jesus, sa simbahang katoliko at sa kung anumang related sa ganito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madami na rin akong nabasa at napanood na mga so called &lt;strong&gt;"secrets of the bible"&lt;/strong&gt; kuno. Nabasa ko na yung Da Vinci, wala naman akong nakitang masama dun, neither did it rocked my faith. Para sakin kase eh ano naman kung totoo na may asawa si Jesus (&lt;em&gt;which is Mary Magdalene daw&lt;/em&gt;), or that hindi xia kasing holy na as in pure na walang kasalanan like what the church have thaught us? Para sakin, ang mahalaga yung mga mabubuting turo niya,yung mga words and ways na gusto niyang ipakalat sa mundo. Yung mabuhay tayo ng may &lt;strong&gt;purpose&lt;/strong&gt; o silbi para sa sarili at sa kapwa natin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yung &lt;strong&gt;Gospel of Judas&lt;/strong&gt; naman, na nagsasabing hindi talga nagtaksil si Judas kay Jesus at inutos lang talaga sa kanya ni Jesus na ipagkanulo siya nito, hmm para sakin ewan ko parang naniniwala ako. Hindi ko alam kung maganda lang pagkaka-present ng national geographic sa story na yun or what. Basta mahirap din naman basta na lang maniwala..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www9.nationalgeographic.com/channel/gospelofjudas/gallery_codex_gospel_judas_before_restoration.html"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5898/1142/320/gallery_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Gospel of Judas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, wala na kong masabi. Tayo'y magnilaynilay na lang at magdasal. Sabi nga &lt;em&gt;wala namang lihim na hindi nabubunyag.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-114486213866061478?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/114486213866061478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=114486213866061478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/114486213866061478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/114486213866061478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114486213866061478' title='Holy Week'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-114457156692256609</id><published>2006-04-09T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T16:50:16.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MOMMY /might/ RETURN</title><content type='html'>My mom called last night. She said they'll probably gonna send her back here in the Phils on August, her fifth year abroad. She's a TNT (&lt;em&gt;Tago ng Tago&lt;/em&gt;) there, y'know. Yeah i know, illegal alien.. but we have no choice. If she didn't went there i have probably stopped schooling now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely missing her. There was actually a point when i called her crying because me and my bro had a fight, begging her to come back because i felt like nobody in this house can understand me anymore but her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namimiss ko yung time na dinadala niya ko sa mall para ibili ng bagong damit. Namimiss ko yung kumakain kami sa labas tapos bibilan niya ko ng Happy Meal. Namimiss ko yung inaayos niyo yung buhok ko papunta sa school. &lt;strong&gt;Namimiss ko yung may taong nakakakita na may problema ako kahit hindi ko sabihin.&lt;/strong&gt; Namimiss ko yung mga nights na siya yung kayakap ko sa pagtulog. Namimiss ko yung may nagbubunganga sakin kapag nakatanga lang ako sa bahay. Namimiss ko yung mga drama niya, yung bagets niyang pananamit, yung &lt;s&gt;pustiso&lt;/s&gt; niya :P, lahat.. as in lahat..*&lt;em&gt;umiiyak nah ko, my god&lt;/em&gt;!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed her, but i am not really sure what's gonna happen once she's here again. Walang trabaho ang dad ko (as far as we know), and hindi na rin sigurado ng mom ko if she can get her job back here again. Sabi naman kailangan lang daw talga umuwi 'pag 5 years na dun. She can always go back, but the problem is, baka wala na kaming pera para makabalik siya ulit dun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, one part of me is happy to know that she might be home again, but another part is.. idunno i'm not sure..hayy I hope everything will be ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-114457156692256609?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/114457156692256609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=114457156692256609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/114457156692256609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/114457156692256609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114457156692256609' title='THE MOMMY /might/ RETURN'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-114438200888501103</id><published>2006-04-07T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T11:53:28.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new SUMMER layout</title><content type='html'>Wee!! ok new layout again..&lt;br /&gt;i'm not really supposed to change the layout but i think you would find it weird to see a rainy day layout when it is effin' hot outside. Nevertheless i like how it looks, i got the image from &lt;a href="http://inmage.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and put it all together using photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* i wish i was that babe, enjoying a day in the beach. But that would never happen. Thanks to summer classes and friends who screwed up our plan in going out of town to see some "real" aqua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Ow by the way i tried vectoring my picture yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a250/plinteta_0331/prinxessa-37.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it looks funny and it doesn't really look like me, but hey i'm just a beginner! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i got no other things to blog about. I had a bad day yesterday and i don't really wanna talk about it. Just enjoy your day!! :wink:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-114438200888501103?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/114438200888501103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=114438200888501103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/114438200888501103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/114438200888501103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114438200888501103' title='new SUMMER layout'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-114390494653054221</id><published>2006-04-01T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T00:35:01.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Renewal of Love</title><content type='html'>It's our 365th day together yesterday! I sure did have a wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;It all felt like a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"renewal of love".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;We've already talked about some things that was bothering me last thursday and we promised to change things for the better and keep this love thingy alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, what happened ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5898/1142/1600/hmm%20tsalap.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He arrived at my place at about 3pm with a single &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;white rose&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;in his hand &lt;i&gt;:blush:&lt;/i&gt;. That was the very first time he gave a flower to me and i really didn't expected it. We then went to the mall, ate @ Greenwhich (we're a lil broke to dine in a fancy restaurant &lt;i&gt;:bleh:&lt;/i&gt;) and watched the much talked-about romantic movie of the year: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Moments of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. T'was good, but quite impossible, really, to happen in real life (&lt;em&gt;basta ang wafu ni fafa dingdong :chuckles:&lt;/em&gt;). Anywei, while at the cinema, he made me wear his jacket cause it's freezin' cold &lt;em&gt;"daw"&lt;/em&gt; and he doesn't want me to catch a cold. He said &lt;em&gt;"akin na yung kamay mo"&lt;/em&gt; and he slowly guided my way to the pocket of the jacket i'm wearing. There was a box there, he asked me to open it. I couldn't really see it, cause it's dark inside y'know. But i know it's a necklace. He said it has a little &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pendant too. [&lt;strong&gt;FYI:&lt;/strong&gt; i love heart thingies. :)] I thanked and kissed him again (T'was more than 4 weeks ago when i last kissed him. &lt;s&gt;Long story&lt;/s&gt;). And ofcourse i told him I love him &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was finished at about 6pm. I thought we're going home already but he brought me to the &lt;u&gt;church&lt;/u&gt; again. And we prayed, gave thankx to HIM for everything and for keeping us together after all that &lt;s&gt;f*cking worst days&lt;/s&gt; our lives. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am happy now, really&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; And I hope we can still overcome all the trials He is planning to give us to make us &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/blogs/03.jpg" width="296" length="220/" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to us  for more years to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;01.04.2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/blogs/wee.jpg" width="250" align="left" length="313" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee! ahaha aren't we &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CUTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? haha! these are just proofs of another happy moments we shared together. Lookin' good, aye? We're&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;inseparable&lt;/u&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-114390494653054221?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/114390494653054221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=114390494653054221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/114390494653054221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/114390494653054221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114390494653054221' title='Renewal of Love'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-114373941971762103</id><published>2006-03-30T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T01:28:22.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's New?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a250/plinteta_0331/matter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well pano ko ba sisimulan 'to?&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a brand new day. &lt;em&gt;Hopefully&lt;/em&gt; a great and memorable day for me, for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's our first anniversary.&lt;/b&gt; One year of being stuck together. I don't know if it's destiny or a choice i made. Hindi naman sa hindi ko na siya mahal or that i'm regretting anything. It's just that too much had happened in that short span of time. There was even a point i almost &lt;u&gt;gave up on him&lt;/u&gt;. I have almost start believing that there could really be no US. &lt;s&gt;No Kath and Ron.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just these past few days everything seems to be all the &lt;s&gt;same&lt;/s&gt;. Alam mo yun? &lt;b&gt;Nakakasawa na rin&lt;/b&gt;. I'm not saying sawa na ko sa kanya, i'm just getting tired of somethings na pauli-ulit na nagyayari, napaka-redundant na parang hindi na meant talga. Parang ginagawa na lang dahil &lt;b&gt;nakasanayan&lt;/b&gt;. Tulad na lang usual text convos namin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Morning&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; good morning my! papasok na po ako kumain ka na huh? iloveyou&lt;br /&gt;Me: good morning! ingat, loveyoutoo!&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ano ginagawa mo?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wala, kaw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; katext ka lang, kumain ka na?&lt;br /&gt;Me: hindi pa, kain na tayo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Cge kain kaw dame. ilove you&lt;br /&gt;ME. Kaw din. loveyou too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Afternoon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ano na gawa mo my?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wala, nag-iinternet kaw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Katext ka lang, Krug krug.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Gutom ka na?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; opo, kain tayo?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cge kain kaw dame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; kaw din. loveyou&lt;br /&gt;Me: loveyou too.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wat nah gawa mo?&lt;br /&gt;Me: WAla lang, ikaw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Wala lang din..&lt;br /&gt;Me: mustah ka na jan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ok lang.. kaw?&lt;br /&gt;Me: ok lang din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wat nah gawa mo?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *huh? yun na naman*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;kung pano convo namin pag kumakain ganun lagi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bedtime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My, hindi ka pa antok?&lt;br /&gt;Me: hindi pa, antok ka na?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; opo&lt;br /&gt;Me: mauna ka na matulog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; o cge po, basta matulog ka na din agad. loveyou&lt;br /&gt;Me: Opo goodnyt. iloveyou too. sliptyt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sweet dreams. Mwahh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may sound cute, sweet and kakilig... kaso for &lt;strong&gt;365 days &lt;/strong&gt;madalas ganyan ang usapan namin sa text. Buti nga sa text lang eh. Personally mas madami naman diyan ang napag-uusapan namin. Pero dahil 5 days a week nasa QC xia at ako nandito sa Nueva Ecija, &lt;strong&gt;5 days a week ganyan lagi&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a250/plinteta_0331/sometimesyoucantseethepain2hs.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I love him, i really do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. But i can't stand another year like this. I mean, we have our special moments but as days passed by parang ang tamlay na. Alam ko rin naman that he loves me pero minsan &lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;hindi ko maramdaman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naabsorb ko na rin naman, pareho kaming may pagkukulang dito. That's why i wanna fixed it out. I wanna talk to him and tell him na &lt;b&gt;mahal na mahal ko xia, &lt;/b&gt;that i &lt;strong&gt;miss&lt;/strong&gt; US and that &lt;b&gt;i wouldn't let go just like that&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a250/plinteta_0331/neverletgo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-114373941971762103?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/114373941971762103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=114373941971762103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/114373941971762103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/114373941971762103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114373941971762103' title='What&apos;s New?'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-114321287734157699</id><published>2006-03-24T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T23:07:57.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isang Hating Gabi</title><content type='html'>i copied this entry from my offline diary... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Isang hating gabi...&lt;br /&gt;12:04 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hindi ako makatulog. Medyo maraming iniisip at maraming bumabagabag. Sobrang tahimik pero ang dami kong nadidinig (tik-tak tik-tak). Kung bakit ba naman kase ngayon pa nawalan ng kuryente. Dalwang horror movie pa naman napanood ko kanina (The Grudge saka Acacia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual nakadikit ako sa harap ng computer nung mga oras na yun. Kasalukuyang binababoy ang picture ni Kristin Kreuk sa photoshop. Tapos yun na.. &lt;strong&gt;WALAAAAAAAAAANG KURYENTE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatlong oras ko lang naman binubuno yung picture na yun para gawing layout, mukha na sanang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;presentable, pwede ng iharap sa publiko... kaso lang, hahay hindi ko na-isave! paksiyet!!! (Papakita ko sa inyo someday..:bleh:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala na kong magagawa dun. Tumayo na ko. Dahan-dahan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lumabas si kuya ng bahay. Ewan ko kung nanadyang iwan ako mag-isa dahil OPO I'm afraid of the dark, lalo na pag mag-isa.Siyempre kunwari naman matapang ako para hindi mahalata ng kung sino mang nilalang na pwedeng nagmamasid sakin nung mga oras na yun na pwede kong ikamatay ang pagpapakita nila sakin. Kumakanta-kanta pa ko ng "Nakapagtataka" ala Juris (yun yung huling song na nadinig ko sa MYX) habang naghahanap ng kandila. Namataan ko yung isang kandilang ginamit sa 18 candles ko nung January, may pink na ribbon pa, &lt;strong&gt;"pwede na 'to".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga 5 taon na ang nakalipas hindi ko pa rin nasisindihan. Walang posporo! At dahil medyo marami nah ko naririnig na kaluskos mula sa banyo, gumana na utak ko. Sinindihan ko sa gasul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumasok na ko sa kwarto dahil binging-bingi nah ko sa katahimikan at nasisilaw na ko sa dilim. 'Pag pasok ko sa kwarto.. Handa ng humiga. Kalimutan ang lahat at magtago sa ilalim ng 4 na malalaking unan at puting kumot (kahit sobrang init). Nakapuwesto nah ko ng&lt;br /&gt;biglang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"POOF! i became KOKO KRUNCH!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-THE END-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh ehh ewan ko ba kung bakit ganyan yan..&lt;br /&gt;wala siguro kong maisip na ending..&lt;br /&gt;lol corny!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-114321287734157699?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/114321287734157699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=114321287734157699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/114321287734157699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/114321287734157699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114321287734157699' title='Isang Hating Gabi'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-114250040269246993</id><published>2006-03-16T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T17:16:43.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are The One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wee! favorite song of the moment...kilig ako sa song na' to.. basta ang ganda!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are the One&lt;br /&gt;Serenity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day passes by, i'm dreamin' of you&lt;br /&gt;And though i know it might be just a dream, dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere, somehow i'll find you even though it takes all of my life (all of my life, oh)&lt;br /&gt;And when i finally do (and when i finally do)&lt;br /&gt;I know inside my heart (i know inside my heart)&lt;br /&gt;That there could be no doubt, i knew it from the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;(you are the one)&lt;br /&gt;You are the one that i've been searching for my whole life through&lt;br /&gt;(you are the one)&lt;br /&gt;You are the one that i've been looking for and now that i have found you&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let you go, i'll hold you in my arms 'coz you are the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another night spent alone and i'm lying in the dark (lying in the dark)&lt;br /&gt;I don't know your name but i know there's a voice sings to my heart (voice sings to my heart)&lt;br /&gt;A sweet melody, a symphony of love&lt;br /&gt;I know that come one day (i know that come one day)&lt;br /&gt;A time for you and me (a time for you and me)&lt;br /&gt;To finally be together, 'coz i know we're meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever is meaningless word even though you're here with me&lt;br /&gt;Here by my side, here in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instrumental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let you go, i'll hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus (2x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-114250040269246993?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/114250040269246993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=114250040269246993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/114250040269246993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/114250040269246993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114250040269246993' title='You Are The One'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-114192090634432347</id><published>2006-03-09T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T13:29:51.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer.Orange.Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm singing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"the heat of summer sunshine" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://myspacesupport.com/graphics/uploads/1136914309-383476140.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee! Can't wait for the summer.It's really gonna be a very short summer vacation for me, though. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We have so many planned trips, but i dunno if there's any of it that will come to life. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am xoxo craving for the beach, the heat of the sun, the sparkling sea water, the white sands and the vigorous sound of the waves. Woah keep on dreaming, kath! It's all in my head.. Ahhh cool summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually don't care even if we don't get the chance to go somewhere far as the coast. The poolside is enough for me as long as I have my friends and my boyfriend (of course!) with me. But still... that would be a hella great break for me if we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;--------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;A&lt;strong&gt; journey back...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;03.06.06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The highlight:&lt;/strong&gt; I saw HIM today. Gian , my way last summer fling. Hmm nothing really special happened (not that I expected for something out of the ordinary). I just thought of writing it down because... this was the first time in the history of our lives (from the time when we were as tiny as ants :P) that he finally got the courage to look at me and smile. Yeah. No kiddin' He have never done that before. Even at the times when there was a little bit something 'out us, whenever I passed by him he would never even dare to look at me. It's as if we'e strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this day was different. Wearing that same old &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;orange shirt&lt;/span&gt; he has been wearing since that "way last summer" I once again happened to pass by him on my way to Aling Flora's tindahan (he was making his way to his ate's house which is just alongside our house). He looked at me at a glance and flickered a smile, I smiled back (what else would I do?). After all we're friends now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way back home...it's as if struck by fate. Our path crossed once again. It feels a little awkward now. So instead of looking at him, I looked up in the sky. (yeah dumb act!) He might have thought something out of it. But I looked down again. I looked at him and we both burst into laughter. Haha. That was again a once in a lifetime happening, I and he laughing. T'was like centuries ago since we last laugh together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah... to clear these things out. I posted this "phenomenon" not because I have any other feelings unless stated, for the guy above, but because like what I've said, this is a once in a lifetime occurrence and a part of my everyday experiences that I think is just fine for me to share. &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE MY BOYFRIEND&lt;/strong&gt;. And there is no any other reason for me to be infidel to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;03.07.06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wounded Friendship.&lt;/strong&gt; Again, I'm starting to feel out of place with my "friends". I'm starting to realize I'm different from them or that I'm starting to grow out of them. Slowly the things we've been doing is becoming out of my league, against my desires, and oppose to what I think is the right thing I should be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've been good friends. I could attest to that. They've been with me during the lowest point of my life and I really felt (at that time) that they really care for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after that... I felt like a useless piece. I don’t even think they would ever notice if I was there or not. I don't even think they could hear me when I talk. I always think they are just always up for the fun, may it be the wrong or right kind of fun. I dunno. I'm not really sure if it's just paranoia or an instinct I should trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the time I'm gonna turn my back? Find myself? Unearth the place where I truly belong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends, my real friends. The ones who are so out of reach now and the ones I let go just because I opt for the funnier and livelier circle. I miss them because they have never let me feel this way. They have always been true and they have always inspired me to be a better person. I miss them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay I know it would be wrong if I turn my back on them without even letting them know why. I love them too. But at this point I wanna have my own identity. I don't wanna be hiding any longer in another people's shadow. At this point, I don't wanna be just any other follower. Doing it my way would be better even if it takes doing it all alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-114192090634432347?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/114192090634432347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=114192090634432347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/114192090634432347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/114192090634432347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114192090634432347' title='Summer.Orange.Friends'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-114155441812552331</id><published>2006-03-05T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T18:26:58.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Evaluation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, our Final Evaluation was finished last Friday. Hindi ko alam if we did great, nung una kase may mga maagang dumating na panelists from CHO and all we can hear from them were bad comments. Kesyo bakit naman daw ganun theme namin (horror), hindi mga prepared, nakakatakot naman yun. The truth is we really are prepared. Kaya lang medyo na-delay yung program kase may naunang nag-present samin na hindi niligpit yung mga props nila, so we are the ones who have to clean it pa. But at the end of it… it seems to me naman that the other evaluators appreciated what we have done. At alam naman nila that if ever we did some mistakes dahil lang siguro yun sa matinding tension, takot, kaba at sobrang pressure from our Clinical Instructors na rin that are expecting so much from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5898/1142/1600/~"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5898/1142/200/%7E%27m%3F%3Fd%3F%3FL%3F%3FCi%3F%3F%3F%3FS%7E%28579%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bheybhi and me. Dressed for our doxology performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5898/1142/1600/~"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5898/1142/200/%7E%27m%3F%3Fd%3F%3FL%3F%3FCi%3F%3F%3F%3FS%7E%28571%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was during our "shooting" for the play that will be presented in the Final Evaluation's Barangay History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5898/1142/1600/~"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5898/1142/200/%7E%27m%3F%3Fd%3F%3FL%3F%3FCi%3F%3F%3F%3FS%7E%28580%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhi, Fritz and Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayy that’s still a lot to be thankful about! At least we’re done now from all those things and we can really focus now on others subjects. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-114155441812552331?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/114155441812552331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=114155441812552331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/114155441812552331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/114155441812552331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114155441812552331' title='Final Evaluation'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-114053113769554684</id><published>2006-02-18T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T22:38:55.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Help Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know if I'm getting better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or just used to the pain&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around everyone else,&lt;br /&gt;I try my best to be me again.&lt;br /&gt;The bubbly blissful Kath everybody knows.&lt;br /&gt;But deep inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deep within me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still drowning in &lt;s&gt;agony&lt;/s&gt; and &lt;s&gt;pain&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how much one heart can take.&lt;br /&gt;How many times can it be broken?&lt;br /&gt;How many times can it be torn into pieces?&lt;br /&gt;Until you can never patch it up it again...&lt;br /&gt;Until it becomes totally numb...&lt;br /&gt;Until it finally renounces its beating...&lt;br /&gt;Until nothing is left anymore&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, it's killing me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wouldn't it be better if I die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;That way I wouldn't have to feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But is it worth it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dying just because I couldn't take it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No!&lt;/strong&gt; I'm much stronger than this...&lt;br /&gt;I know someday I&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; wouldn't have to pretend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I wouldn't have to fake the smile...&lt;br /&gt;I just have to be strong...&lt;br /&gt;I just have to face it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just have to believe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it has already caused me a lot of &lt;s&gt;trouble&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;following my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;But I wouldn't stop...&lt;br /&gt;'Cause even though it's hurting me,&lt;br /&gt;I know it's still the only way&lt;br /&gt;I can make myself happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Truthfully happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So help me God. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-114053113769554684?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/114053113769554684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=114053113769554684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/114053113769554684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/114053113769554684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114053113769554684' title='Can You Help Me?'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-114000428023872332</id><published>2006-02-14T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T19:51:20.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy puso day!</title><content type='html'>happy puso day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my valentine's day ain't so bad. It's a choice i made. Patuloy pa din ba kong iiyak para sa isang bagay na alm ko namang hindi na magbabago or i'll forget about it and enjoy life kahit sandali lang. I still have my friends and honestly i know i still have "him", at least i think.Kaya sa tingin ko masasayang lang ang panahon ko kung magmumukmok ako at iisipin kong ako'y nasawi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm I know kung sa inyo niya ginawa yung ginawa niya kagabi, baka ma-touch kayo at &lt;br /&gt;patawarin nyo na xia. But not for me, i appreciated him getting out of his way to come home here from Manila, skipping his class and not taking his exam just to try to fix things up, but it's not that easy. I know i can't and i know i still don't want to come back to him. Not now. I'm still hurting. It takes time to heal. Definitely i can't stay mad but i can't "always" pretend that i'm strong. Because i'm not. I'm just a great pretender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayyy, hayy, hayy.. whatever happens.. wherever life takes me.. Saan man ako mapadpad ng pabago-bagong ihip ng hangin... kakayanin ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo i'll make kwento sa aking "HAPPY" puso day.. i received a cute red balloon from a girl friend.. tapos after class i celebrated valentine's day with mah friends.. inuman lang.. (sila). Tapos yun kwentuhan,gaguhan and everything.. at meron akong nacomplete na mission today haha.. yung sumama sakin yung cute na cute na pamngkin ng friend ko haha.. ang cute talga. Ayaw sumama nung una eh pero nung inuto namin, pinakita ko yung phone ko nalibang sumama sakin haha.. Ang bigat nga lang sumakit braso ko.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;tapos.. tapos nah.. bleh :P that ends my day.. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-114000428023872332?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/114000428023872332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=114000428023872332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/114000428023872332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/114000428023872332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114000428023872332' title='happy puso day!'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-113974346960835767</id><published>2006-02-12T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T19:24:29.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panahon</title><content type='html'>Kumakanta ako ng: "I cried myself to sleep last night. When I woke up there were tears stained on my pillow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang ngayon umiiyak pa rin ako. Parang mas masakit isipin na kahapon lang ang saya-saya namin pero ngayon buong araw parang gripo yung mga mata ko. Ito yung araw na siguro in a way naging proud ako sa sarili ko dahil nagkaroon ako ng lakas ng loob to stand up for myself para sa isang bagay na pinaniniwalaan ko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masakit 'pag merong mga bagay na inililihim sa'yo tapos sa iba mo pa malalaman diba? Labas na dun kung meron man silang masamang ginagawa o wala. Ang punto bakit kailangan itago kung wala naman pala?  Ilang beses na kong nagpatawad, nasaktan at pinagmukhang tanga pero hinayaan ko lang. Hindi na siguro ngayon . Pero malamang mapatawad ko pa siya at malamang din ilang araw mula ngayon makita nyo ulit kaming magkasama. Hindi malayong mangyari yun, dahil mahal ko siya. Pwedeng hindi mo maintindihan. Wala naman akong pakialam sa sasabihin niyo.. Pero masaya pa rin ako dahil ngayon napatunayan ko sa sarili ko na kaya 'kong mag-isa at kung dumating man yung panahon na tuluyan na talagang matapos kung anong meron kami... alam kong kakayanin ko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaunting panahon. Andito na yun. Hawak ko na. Sana 'pag balik ko may magbago... sana ito na nga yung huli...                 Ron ,sana…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a-eyndielcoh&lt;br /&gt;calling…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.2.2006 4:32 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oceans apart day after day &lt;br /&gt;And I slowly go insane &lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice on the line &lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't stop the pain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I see you next to never &lt;br /&gt;How can we say forever &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go &lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do &lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you &lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes &lt;br /&gt;Or how my heart breaks &lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took for granted, all the times &lt;br /&gt;That I though would last somehow &lt;br /&gt;I hear the laughter, I taste the tears &lt;br /&gt;But I can't get near you now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, can't you see it baby &lt;br /&gt;You've got me goin' CrAzY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go &lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do &lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you &lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes &lt;br /&gt;Or how my heart breaks &lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how we can survive &lt;br /&gt;This romance &lt;br /&gt;But in the end if I'm with you &lt;br /&gt;I'll take the chance &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, can't you see it baby &lt;br /&gt;You've got me goin' cRaZy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go &lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do &lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you &lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes &lt;br /&gt;Or how my heart breaks &lt;br /&gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-113974346960835767?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/113974346960835767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=113974346960835767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/113974346960835767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/113974346960835767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113974346960835767' title='Panahon'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-113669048634701951</id><published>2006-01-08T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T11:37:03.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Party.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had a blast last night. Though hindi nagsimula on time.. (2 hours delayed), nagutom ang mga bisita ko, at maraming hindi naka-attend or na-late. Sobrang overwhelming pa rin kahit na xiempre I miss my mom. Hindi ko akalain na ganun yun kachuchal huh? With matching red carpet pa. The program started with my "Grand entrance" kuno escorted by my dad, then the parade of the debutant escorted naman by my bf. Lol Medyo na-feel ko nga na, what the hell am I doing? This is not me at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 18 roses is not complete kaya marami ng nag-proxy, including my bf's bro. Ok naman yung 18 candles, kakatuwa nga yung wish ni Kim eh (my bf's sis).. "ate kath sana makatapos ka ng pag-aaral, maging succesful ka in life and sana MAGING MASAYA KAYO NI KUYA" haha ganun eh? Kakagulat.. :P Lahat sila kilala na bf ko, sweetheart na nga tawag nila eh..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then yun kainan na.hindi na nga ako nakakain xe, lagi akong tinatawag.. slice na daw yung cake, open na daw yung gifts, picture taking na daw ulit. Wakeke! Basta masaya yung after party… swimming na kami tapos inuman.. haha Hindi ko maxiado ma-describe basta puro kalokohan hehe..Umuwi kami ng mga past 11 xe maaga silang sinundo tapos yun.. tapos na! Saka na lang yung pictures hindi pa binibigay eh.. ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-113669048634701951?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/113669048634701951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=113669048634701951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/113669048634701951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/113669048634701951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113669048634701951' title='Ang Party.'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-113647355763787246</id><published>2006-01-05T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T23:05:57.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 18th Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Woah! Today's my 18th birthday! Hmm pero wala akong maxiadong kwento.I guess people around me have already set their minds that my birthday will be on Saturday. It will really be celebrated on Saturday, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My close friends, teen talker friends and those special persons greeted me naman.. masaya nah ko nun. Maalala lang nila ko at malaman ko lang na mahalaga ko sa kanila oks nah ko dun hehe ;)&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I guess the rest of the story about my 18th birthday will be on Saturday na lang.. hindi ko pa feel ang pagiging 18 ngayon eh..lol. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-113647355763787246?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/113647355763787246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=113647355763787246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/113647355763787246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/113647355763787246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113647355763787246' title='Happy 18th Birthday!'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-113591640908193194</id><published>2005-12-30T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T12:26:06.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was supposed to post this yesterday, kaya lang nagloko i-net eh so eto nah xia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy yesterday so I wasn't able to go OL for so long. I have actually planned to take a break from cyberspace for some time but as you see i'm here again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-huh what did I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just fixed my room a little.. Clean it up because it doesn't look like a room anymore. Yeah I'm telling you! Honestly you'll be shock when you see the "before" pictures of my room, you might screamed out &lt;i&gt;"bloody hell!"&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lol ganun katindi! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a250/plinteta_0331/r1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a250/plinteta_0331/r2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a250/plinteta_0331/lc1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a250/plinteta_0331/lc2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a250/plinteta_0331/c1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a250/plinteta_0331/c2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a250/plinteta_0331/bc1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a250/plinteta_0331/bc2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a250/plinteta_0331/b1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a250/plinteta_0331/b2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why i' ve decided to pimp it up a bit is just because it's new year. &lt;strong&gt;I don't wanna welcome y2k6 with all the mess and all those trashes I've made from this year still existing&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm yeah right malalim yun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Same is true with &lt;i&gt;"real life"&lt;/i&gt; I think it’s time for a big cleaning-my-mess mission.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want enemies alright! I don’t even wanna be plastic with anyone anymore. &lt;em&gt;If I like you, then so be it. If I don't, then get away from me I don't wanna talk to you 'cause i don't think there is anything good i can say to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that brings me to my &lt;u&gt;new year's resolutions&lt;/u&gt;... alam ko sasabihin ng iba jologs 'toh. Oo nah! and maybe hindi ko rin naman matutupad lahat o baka nga magawa ko pero sa simula lang, pero ok na rin at least diba my perspective ako on whoever I want to be on years to come. Here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'll think before I act.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'll be more sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'll be more &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;organize!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;4. I'll be more cheerful. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*I’ll try to smile at everyone kahit sabihin pa nilang siraulo ako* ;D&lt;br /&gt;5. I'll try not to &lt;s&gt;stereotype&lt;/s&gt; people a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. *very bad*&lt;br /&gt;6. I'll be more&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;independent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7. I'll be focusing more on the present. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*ayoko ng magpaapekto ng masyado sa &lt;s&gt;past&lt;/s&gt; nor sa &lt;s&gt;future&lt;/s&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;8. &lt;s&gt;I will not overspend again&lt;/s&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Oh let me rephrase that*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TRY&lt;/u&gt; not to overspend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;9. Ok this one's big - &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will always come on time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.. ;P&lt;br /&gt;10. I will pay more attention on my studies. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*nyakk gasgas na yan*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I'll think about what other things I can put here lol. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*yan muna for now*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus aside from that, there are some things I wanna do before 2006 come. Ehem serious 'toh.. From the &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bottom of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, I wanna say sorry to everyone na nasaktan ko.. &lt;strong&gt;sadya man or hindi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa mga taong nagmahal sakin pero hindi ko binigyan ng chance to let them in my life again kahit kaibigan lang, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa mga taong tinalikuran ko (though I love them) without telling them why, just because I'm afraid that I am not yet ready for what will happen, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa mga taong nasaktan ko because of my words na hindi ko pinag-iisipan, &lt;strong&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa taong nasaktan ko dahil nawala yung &lt;strong&gt;TRUST &lt;/strong&gt;ko &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am really sorry...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wahuhu cry nah ko.. nah I feel better now. ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thank You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for everyone who have touched my life. I know the space isn't enough kung babanggitin ko pa kayong lahat. You know who you are and I love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think this is the longest post I have ever made. Haha :wink:&lt;br /&gt;Love lots to you all! Have a Merry New YEAr! Happy y2k6!&lt;br /&gt;Godbless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw share ko lang this one with you.. I woke up early this morning seeing this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a250/plinteta_0331/mdLCiS235.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo birthday ko na.. lol &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-113591640908193194?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/113591640908193194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=113591640908193194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/113591640908193194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/113591640908193194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113591640908193194' title='Cleaning up'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-113558417634219330</id><published>2005-12-26T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T16:02:56.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post chritmas POST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A day after Christmas! Wee!! Before anything else greetings first.. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;pa din&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And happy birthday sa mga may birthday!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kinakapatid na &lt;u&gt;Jessica&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, woohoo enjoy your day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mel&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;my boo’s bro &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/strong&gt; too&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hmm well my Christmas seems to be anything but Christmas lolx. Wala lang parang ordinary day lang except sa may handing konti. But I’m still happy and thankful. I still feel so blessed because I have my loving friends, a solid rockin’ lovelife and a family at peace. Kahit hindi nagpakita sakin kahit dulo ng daliri ng mga Ninong. Ninang, tito at tita ko at kahit wala ako pera ngayon.ayos pa rin hehe.. Yun I have nothing to share pa, kayo na lang magkwento.. mwahuggz :-* GODBLESS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-113558417634219330?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/113558417634219330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=113558417634219330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/113558417634219330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/113558417634219330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113558417634219330' title='post chritmas POST'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-113516406894962001</id><published>2005-12-21T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T19:21:08.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haunted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been there.&lt;br /&gt;In that dark frigid &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nothingness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I have almost &lt;s&gt;lost grip&lt;/s&gt; of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was running&lt;br /&gt;I don't know from where&lt;br /&gt;Or to where I am going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away from the light,&lt;br /&gt;Something's pulling me.&lt;br /&gt;It had almost got me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;strong&gt;scared&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Trembling,&lt;br /&gt;Howling,&lt;br /&gt;Blinded by the &lt;s&gt;dark&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worn-out I was,&lt;br /&gt;I rest.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling I have succeeded losing&lt;br /&gt;That daunting &lt;u&gt;"creature"&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;That was trying to deprive me away&lt;br /&gt;From the &lt;strong&gt;one thing that's keeping me whole&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;s&gt;wrong&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I've been here long enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing&lt;br /&gt;That the one thing I'm running away from&lt;br /&gt;Has always been behind me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Haunting me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Slowly taking me back&lt;br /&gt;From that dark wounding place&lt;br /&gt;I never &lt;s&gt;want&lt;/s&gt; to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-113516406894962001?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/113516406894962001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=113516406894962001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/113516406894962001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/113516406894962001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113516406894962001' title='Haunted'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-113499020059036307</id><published>2005-12-19T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T20:03:44.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Long Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hayy it has been quite a long day for me. I'm so exhausted, my feet are aching and I feel a bit dizzy, but that's ok I enjoyed the day so much naman. I just came home from a very long trip. I woke up at 2 am to get ready for &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;simbang madaling araw&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and packed my things up for a trip out of town with my beloved boo. Actually &lt;u&gt;no one knows I'll be leaving&lt;/u&gt; except for my two closest friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after the&lt;em&gt; simbang madaling araw&lt;/em&gt;, (5:30 AM) we took the bus going to Munoz, Q.C. I'm not really used to going through long trips kaya itinulog ko na lang baka mag-vomit pa ko, cause as far as I remember when I was a kid I usually throw up buckets of buckets of sticky eewy liquids out of my stomach. Lol. Arriving there at about 8 am, we ate our breakfast at &lt;em&gt;chowking&lt;/em&gt; and then straightly went to &lt;strong&gt;AMACU&lt;/strong&gt; para samahan ang boo kong mag-enroll for third sem. Tapos yun punta na kaming mall, we decided to go to SM Mega Mall,eh di yun sasakay ng MRT and &lt;strong&gt;believe it or not it was the first time I am going to ride on that train&lt;/strong&gt;. LRT pa yata huli kong nasakyan when I was 9. Haha wala lang promding promdi dating ah?! Well anyway the main reason why we really went there is for a quest to find a dress for my upcoming debut with a tight budget of &lt;u&gt;1000 peysoz&lt;/u&gt;. Uhmm the first dress that caught my eye was a simple pink dress with a few details on top... It costs 699 peysoz. So we decided to stroll a bit more, but still didn't find any hanggang madinig ko na namang kumakalam ang sikmura ko. It’s almost 12 noon na pala kaya kumain na naman ulit kami. Then inaya na nya ko sa kalapit na mall (super tiangge) – &lt;em&gt;St. Francis Square&lt;/em&gt;, and there we found the dress. I think it's ok…much better than in what we saw in the department store and it costs less, so we bought it na. Balik kami sa Mega mall, passed by a balloon store eh yun ka-sweetan ang drama ng mahal ko &lt;strong&gt;he bought me a cute white heart shaped balloon with another pink heart shaped balloon inside&lt;/strong&gt; (haha gets nyo?). Then nadaan naman kami sa isang stall full of&lt;em&gt; heartstrings&lt;/em&gt; bag. Eh cute na cute ako, I was about to buy it pero inunahan nya kong magbayad. Gift daw niya sakin yun for Christmas... but I wouldn't let it go easily so I bought him a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Honey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; movie VCD, &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;na nag-iisa na lang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; talaga. &lt;strong&gt;Lucky me!&lt;/strong&gt; :wink: 1 pm ang mahabang paglalakad namin has ended, we are both so tired na talaga eh… Tapos pagbalik namin sa MRT station, balloons are not allowed inside pala, sabi pa ng miss dun &lt;strong&gt;"balloon ba yan?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;duh obvious ba? pano mo naman nasabing balloon yan? Hindi kaya! Haha we’re not that rude naman sa isip lang namin&lt;/em&gt; lol, kaya ayun we deflated it na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uwian na!&lt;/strong&gt; On the way home, sa loob ng bus a man selling sweets gave all the passengers a free taste, sarap nga ng macapuno eh. My boo said pa &lt;em&gt;"yan ang gusto ko pag bumabyahe eh may mga free tastes"&lt;/em&gt;, that reminded me of a sign I saw earlier in the MRT station when i got a copy of the free newspaper - &lt;em&gt;"&lt;u&gt;the best things in life are &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIBRE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;" haha so true! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a250/plinteta_0331/mdLCiS184.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a250/plinteta_0331/mdLCiS183.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;baon kong ferrero na inubos niyang lahat... takaw! &lt;right&gt;th free newspaper i gotfrom the MRT station lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a250/plinteta_0331/mdLCiS182.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a250/plinteta_0331/mdLCiS181.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bus tickets and the balloon he gave me. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a250/plinteta_0331/mdLCiS180.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a250/plinteta_0331/mdLCiS179.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;his christmas gift forme! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-113499020059036307?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/113499020059036307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=113499020059036307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/113499020059036307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/113499020059036307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113499020059036307' title='Long Long Journey'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-113489318161691773</id><published>2005-12-18T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T16:06:21.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unappreciated</title><content type='html'>I dunno if i'm being sensitive again or what. I don't wanna carry out my feelings to the public, and put things into worst again. But I really can't help but to feel unappreciated.Parang ako lang ang may gusto ng mga bagay na nangyayari at yung iba napipilitan lang. I don't wanna compare this to what happened before but it just automatically pops out my mind and as if saying no matter how hard you dreamed of it, things will be different this time. Arrrgh maybe it's a lesson learned again. Never expect anything, too much or too less. It will always end up disappointing you anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Another memory came to life again. It was the same month, same days. I can't help but to relive the past. Every time the cool breeze blows me away, I just feel the warmth of his embrace and the safety I feel in his arms. It should have been a happy memory... But why am I weeping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-113489318161691773?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/113489318161691773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=113489318161691773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/113489318161691773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/113489318161691773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113489318161691773' title='Unappreciated'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-113478972180253205</id><published>2005-12-17T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T11:22:01.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarap Matulog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:rage italic;font-size:130%;"&gt;hei! i've just woke up! 11am na. Nagsimba xe ako kanina..&lt;br /&gt;wala pa ko absent sa misa de gallo woohoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;kahapon i'm with my friends, kanina naman i'm with my angel&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaaaaaaah sooper lamig talga&lt;br /&gt;pero hindi ako inantok ngayon gaya kahapon..&lt;br /&gt;kase nakakatuwa yung pari ahehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a prob pa nga pala sa aking upcoming debut&lt;br /&gt;i still have nothing to wear and it is just weeks away.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, my 18 candles list is still not complete!!&lt;br /&gt;hayyy toxxic mode!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-113478972180253205?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/113478972180253205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=113478972180253205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/113478972180253205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/113478972180253205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113478972180253205' title='Sarap Matulog!'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-113479006418665311</id><published>2005-12-10T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T11:30:29.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating ulit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iskul bukol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; status: still busy&lt;br /&gt;We're up to finishing the map of our assigned area and rehearshing for our play to be&lt;br /&gt;presented on the mid-evaluation on January in our community health nursing.&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah who would ever forget the first time i cried in class because of total embarassment?!&lt;br /&gt;It's about a play that we should have performed in our RIZAL subject last monday but nada&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna talk about it, i just wanna burn that teacher alive together with&lt;br /&gt;our clinical instructors who have not done anything but to pressure us in&lt;br /&gt;doing the work we doesn't even know anything yet about! waaaaaaaah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sosyalan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i'm having a good harmonious relationship with my friends (at least i think). Yipee&lt;br /&gt;unleashing the child within us, last tuesday at our friends house we played patintero,&lt;br /&gt;langit lupa and taguan. That was really fun ahehe though we should have accomplished more in&lt;br /&gt;doing our map.. Certified pasawayz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lampungan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Naman siyempre we're still very together. Pero siyempre din hindi mawawala ang tampuhan.&lt;br /&gt;Just few days ago i feel a bit alone, maybe because he's far and yeah sometimes i still feel he's hiding&lt;br /&gt;something from me.. But all that was changed today. After we have talked about how i feel (last friday)&lt;br /&gt;i can sense he's trying to prove me i have nothing to worry about. Like when i asked him to tell me about&lt;br /&gt;his "past", hindi na siya nag change topic. Instead he told me everything as if making me feel that&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt affect him anymore... that it was all nothing now but a part of his past. And that had made&lt;br /&gt;me love him more and won back my trust on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i think that's all for the week!&lt;br /&gt;I have missed this space really..&lt;br /&gt;so pray that it'll always be alive..&lt;br /&gt;lovelots&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-113479006418665311?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/113479006418665311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=113479006418665311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/113479006418665311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/113479006418665311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113479006418665311' title='Updating ulit...'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-113223981154618670</id><published>2005-11-17T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T23:09:56.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; am still a bit busy... there's always a lot to do.home workx, survey in the community, reports, blah blah... gawd nakakabwisit nah. Talaga nga yatang pinakamahirap ang sophomore(BSN) ..kase naman you have to focus sa pag-aaral mo sa loob ng school tapos kailangan mo pa din asikasuhin yung community health nursing sa labas... hmpf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;social life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; got a bit problem with my barkada few days ago...pero i think ok naman na ngayon. Kami na naman nga ang ginagawang laruan sa klase eh.. kanina nandun pa kami sa harap.. source of amusement ba? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;lovelife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; almost 8 months na kami!! woohoo ;D still going strong naman. Kahit medyo malayo sa isa't isa, kahit minsan hindi namaxiadong nakakapag-kwentuhan or kamustahan. Kahit minsan nasusungitan ko nah xia (buti na lang eh napaka-pasensyo ng eyndiel ko). Hindi ko rin naman xia kayang tiisin.. LOVE is still keeping us alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-113223981154618670?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/113223981154618670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=113223981154618670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/113223981154618670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/113223981154618670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113223981154618670' title='Busy Princess'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-113214750885731582</id><published>2005-11-16T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T21:25:08.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Starstruck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;braise yourself for this one. You are about to see few of the freshest&lt;br /&gt;faces in kingdom enkathlandia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(drum rolls)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;daran!&lt;br /&gt;(clap clap clap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/Strip002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;engk! haha wala lang. We were at the mall at that time. Bored and&lt;br /&gt;xiempre we're all certified camwhores kaya "picture picture... say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;'nursingggggggggg fight!!!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; " lol Katuwa noh the boys all look like&lt;br /&gt;franzen hehe. Bawal kase mahaba ang buhok sa Community Health Nursing&lt;br /&gt;namin.. *grin* Ma-emote pa ayaw pang magsi-ngiti. harhar.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-113214750885731582?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/113214750885731582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=113214750885731582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/113214750885731582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/113214750885731582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113214750885731582' title='Be Starstruck!'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-113136849577512168</id><published>2005-11-07T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T21:01:35.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one year of blogging</title><content type='html'>woah i can't believe i've been blogging for more than a year now.and this site has been my home for exactly one year today.sa loob ng isang taon this blogging industry have opened my eyes to a whole lot of things. Not only about myself but also about some things related with everything around here. Yeah! i remember a year ago i don't even know how to operate my blogspot or even how to pimp it up a little.But look at it now! Ako na gumagawa ng layout ko...I now know how to make use of those simple htmls i've learned back in high school. I may not be that expert but i can see some progress here now &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;*haha*&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I rarely update my blog entries here, but when i do i know it's really something i have pulled deep within myself. Though I know most often it's not something other people would be interested in reading.. Because it's just actually about my boring life and daily dilemmas. I'm still being careful about spilling some juicy secrets here dahil hindi naman lingid sa kaalaman ko that there are way lotta people who can accesed this site and read everything i choose to post here. So a lot of it still goes through my "offline journal", the traditional dear diary notebook&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;..*rolleyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awkei, now... the question is "why blog?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blog because through blogging i was able to express my feelings, myself and let out everything i wanted to say without other people telling me what or what not i should write. This is me. My own business. My own beliefs. And not only i was able to let the world know who i am and what's inside my thoughts.. i was also given the chance to meet other people who share the same feelings, the same dilemmas, the same bliss, the same everything (almost) and that made me feel na sa libong tao sa mundo hindi ako nag-iisa. Marami kaming ganun ang nararamdaman or ganun ang naransan. Unlike sa traditonal diary, na sarili ko lang ang kausap ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, blogging somehow contribute to who i am now and who iwould become and i am damn thankful about it. Cheers to more years of blogging!! &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;*wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-113136849577512168?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/113136849577512168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=113136849577512168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/113136849577512168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/113136849577512168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113136849577512168' title='one year of blogging'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-113136833840424128</id><published>2005-11-07T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T20:58:58.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unang araw ng ikalawang semester</title><content type='html'>i slept for only almost 3 hours last night, err i mean kanina.. xe naman hindi nah ko sanay matulog ng maaga kaya kahit anong pilit ko eh gising na gising parin ang diwa ko until almost 3am. Tapos i woke up at 6amto get ready for a 730 class. Ayun school is ok naman. Ganon pa din walang pagbabago and even the last lectures we had last sem were still written on the board. Our room is still on the upper most layer of the com-sci building - the rooftop. Kaya hingal pa rin ang inaabot namin pagdating sa tuktok.Well actually only one prof showed up before us today. And the rest of my 1st school day was spent entirely in the mall.Yeah that was it. Ooh how i wish i didn't went to school na lang natulog na lang sana ako maghapon, wala namang nagyari..hmmp handang handa na ba naman akong mauto eh &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;*lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-113136833840424128?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/113136833840424128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=113136833840424128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/113136833840424128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/113136833840424128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113136833840424128' title='Unang araw ng ikalawang semester'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-113128228478101392</id><published>2005-11-06T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T21:04:44.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new tinkerbell layout here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;waaaaaaaah..&lt;br /&gt;a new layout again!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i can't believe i'm this good haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i really love this one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;because it's black and tinkerbell's in it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;whaddya think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;comments naman oh.. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ooh by the way greetings to my teentalker pamangkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kweenie kawen, who's celebrating her 17th birthday today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lovelots sizzie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-113128228478101392?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/113128228478101392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-113065121883070921</id><published>2005-10-30T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T20:57:32.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tapos na nga kaya?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Pagkatapos ng ulan na 'yon&lt;br /&gt;unti unti kong narinig ang katahimikan.&lt;br /&gt;Marahil tapos na nga ang gyera&lt;br /&gt;sa gitna ng dalawang pusong&lt;br /&gt;nagmamahal ng iisang tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero kung sino ang panalo&lt;br /&gt;at kung sino ang natalo,&lt;br /&gt;malinaw para sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;hindi ako ang natalo&lt;br /&gt;lalong hindi siya.&lt;br /&gt;ang totoo&lt;br /&gt;walang namang maiideklarang&lt;br /&gt;talo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panalo siya&lt;br /&gt;dahil nagawa niyang ipaglaban&lt;br /&gt;ang isang bagay na pinaniniwalaan&lt;br /&gt;niyang tama at totoo&lt;br /&gt;kahit nasaktan siya.&lt;br /&gt;At sa kabila nun&lt;br /&gt;buo pa rin ang loob.&lt;br /&gt;Patuloy na magmamahal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganon din naman ako.&lt;br /&gt;Marahil hindi niya o ninuman&lt;br /&gt;maiintindihan kung ano&lt;br /&gt;ang naramdaman ko nung mga panahong iyon&lt;br /&gt;At kung bakit nanatiling ganito..&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko rin naman nais na ipaalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon...&lt;br /&gt;alam ko masaya ako.&lt;br /&gt;Kahit may mga panahong bumabalik ako&lt;br /&gt;at muling nababasa&lt;br /&gt;sa lakas ng ulan na bumuhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito na ang "ngayon"..&lt;br /&gt;ang mas mahalaga kaysa nakalipas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ika-pitong buwan.&lt;br /&gt;marami mang bagay&lt;br /&gt;na mahirap pagdaanan&lt;br /&gt;masaya akong makarating sa tagpong ito&lt;br /&gt;kung saan alam kong&lt;br /&gt;hindi ako nag-iisang tumawid.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko alam kung hanggang saan&lt;br /&gt;o hanggang kailan ako may kahawak kamay&lt;br /&gt;sa paglalakad sa ibabaw ng kalyeng 'to&lt;br /&gt;pero handa ako...&lt;br /&gt;anumang oras hayaan ng kapalarang&lt;br /&gt;mag-isa akong humanap ng ibang kalyeng tatahakin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-113065121883070921?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/113065121883070921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=113065121883070921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/113065121883070921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/113065121883070921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113065121883070921' title='tapos na nga kaya?'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-113059049022653104</id><published>2005-10-29T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T20:59:57.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Sembreak Ko</title><content type='html'>Wala mang natupad sa lahat ng pinlano ko para sa sembreak.. I'm thankful na rin dahil at least I was given the time I badly needed for me to have a long long rest. I may have lose the chance to watch hale and m.y.m.p. perform live right before my very eyes, ok lang at least uhmm wala.. kawawa ko lang wala akong pera nun.. ahh hindi, yeah at least may natutunan ako.. next time pag-iipunan ko na talaga ng maaga at i-bubudget ko na ang pera ko. Hindi man ako nakakapag OL for two weeks at least napag-alaman kong kaya ko palang mabuhay ng walang computer.lol. Nasira man ang cable namin at least naaliw din naman ako sa plabas sa tv tuwing hapon na kahit corny eh naaliw pa rin talaga ako. At kahit pa nasira ang cellphone ko, at least nahiram ko ang n-gage ng 'kada ko at natapos ko ang sims bustin'out sa loob ng 4 na araw na pagpupuyat.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gayun pa man mas nagpapasalamat ako ngayon dahil dumating na ang allowance ko, tapos na ang walang kwentang sembreak, handa na ulit akong harapin ang mga saragabusab kong blockmates, ang mga pasaway kong kaibigan, ang mga lintek na prof na walang ginawa kundi gawing impyerno ang buhay ng mga estudyante, at ang unibersidad kong napamahal na rin sakin sa kabila ng mataas na tuition fee. Handa na kong muling humawak ng syringes, magtala ng blood pressure, mag-ayos ng kama ng pasyenteng manikin, mag-ipon ng herbal medicine sa "totoong buhay", mag-ipon ng plema ng taong may tuberculosis at kung anu-ano pang nakakadiring bagay na hindi nyo aakalain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa totoo lang isa lang ang gusto ko..ang matapos na ang kahibangan kong ito.. ILABAS NYO KO DITOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-113059049022653104?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/113059049022653104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=113059049022653104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/113059049022653104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/113059049022653104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113059049022653104' title='Ang Sembreak Ko'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-112851912845228722</id><published>2005-10-05T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T22:36:47.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching for KATH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I need time (time)&lt;br /&gt;Love (love)&lt;br /&gt;Joy (joy)&lt;br /&gt;I need space&lt;br /&gt;I need me&lt;br /&gt;(Action!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hello to the girl that I am!&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna have to see through my perspective&lt;br /&gt;I need to make mistakes just to learn who I am&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna be so damn protected&lt;br /&gt;There must be another way&lt;br /&gt;Cause I believe in taking chances&lt;br /&gt;But who am I to say&lt;br /&gt;What a girl is to do&lt;br /&gt;God, I need some answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I to do with my life&lt;br /&gt;(You will find it out don't worry)&lt;br /&gt;How Am I supposed to know what's right?&lt;br /&gt;(You just got to do it your way)&lt;br /&gt;I can't help the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;But my life has been so overprotected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell 'em what I like&lt;br /&gt;What I want&lt;br /&gt;What I don't&lt;br /&gt;But every time I do I stand corrected&lt;br /&gt;Things that I've been told&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe what I hear about the world, I realize&lt;br /&gt;I'm Overprotected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There must be another way&lt;br /&gt;Cause I believe in taking chances&lt;br /&gt;But who am I to say&lt;br /&gt;What a girl is to do&lt;br /&gt;God I need some answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I to do with my life&lt;br /&gt;(You will find it out don't worry)&lt;br /&gt;How Am I supposed to know what's right?&lt;br /&gt;(You just got to do it your way)&lt;br /&gt;I can't help the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;But my life has been so overprotected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need... time (love)&lt;br /&gt;I need... space&lt;br /&gt;(This is it, this is it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need nobody's&lt;br /&gt;Tellin me just what I wanna&lt;br /&gt;What I what what what I'm gonna&lt;br /&gt;Do about my destiny&lt;br /&gt;I Say No, No&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's telling me just what what what I wanna do, do&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fed up with people telling me to be&lt;br /&gt;Someone else but me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Action!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I to do with my life&lt;br /&gt;(You will find it out don't worry)&lt;br /&gt;How Am I supposed to know what's right?&lt;br /&gt;(You just got to do it your way)&lt;br /&gt;I can't help the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;But my life has been so overprotected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need nobody's&lt;br /&gt;Tellin me just what I wanna&lt;br /&gt;What I what what what I'm gonna&lt;br /&gt;Do about my destiny&lt;br /&gt;I Say No, No&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's telling me just what I wanna do, do&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fed up with people telling me to be&lt;br /&gt;Someone else but me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I to do with my life&lt;br /&gt;(You will find it out don't worry)&lt;br /&gt;How Am I supposed to know what's right?&lt;br /&gt;(You just got to do it your way)&lt;br /&gt;I can't help the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;But my life has been so overprotected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The world has given me enough reasons to believe that now is a period in my life where I don't really know where I am going or who I really want to be. Is this really the "me" I want to be for the rest of my life? Prolly not. As emo as it can get but I can’t really find myself at the moment, identity crisis that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go somewhere but I dunno where. I wanna do something, experience something different but I dunno how. I want to be alone but I don't even know if I have the guts to do anything independently, on my own. I still want to be "me" but better. I'm not asking to be perfect I just want to improved myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... to think&lt;br /&gt;... to know myself&lt;br /&gt;... to be more. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-112851912845228722?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/112851912845228722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=112851912845228722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/112851912845228722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/112851912845228722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112851912845228722' title='Searching for KATH'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-112737232717524305</id><published>2005-09-22T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T15:02:38.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating...</title><content type='html'>Hmm honestly I'm not in the mood to say anything.. But it seems like this blog needs some major updates. Haven't blog for a long time again. My dear diary notebook is the only place where I've been pouring out my feelings the last few weeks, which is better than exposing it here in public where some people involve might read it. (baka mag-cause pa ng trouble.) Yeah right I've been pissed off again to some people in the friendster network. Why? Cause some people there which is actually one of my least favorite person, actually had the guts to mimic my work. Not actually the work but the concept. She just changed a bit detail on it. Talking 'bout people who have no originality pfft, &lt;strong&gt;YOU sucks big time gal!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one thing that's keeping me busy and away from the computer is yeah the common thing- school. There are just lots of things going on, that sometimes I can't even find time for myself. Good thing my love life is going smoothly now, that's the only positive thing I can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ohh and by theway this one’s good, you should watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to really love this movie..&lt;br /&gt;grabe sobrang nakaka-touch..&lt;br /&gt;and it will surely teach you a lot about&lt;br /&gt;TRUE LOVE, sacrifices and appreciation..&lt;br /&gt;you should watch it..&lt;br /&gt;but don't forget to bring tissues with yah *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;wink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-112737232717524305?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/112737232717524305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=112737232717524305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/112737232717524305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/112737232717524305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112737232717524305' title='Updating...'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-112721864896995341</id><published>2005-09-20T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T20:17:28.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Verrry First Lay Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;yeah.. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;what can you say?? hmm actually hindi pa xia tapos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;pero konting ayos na lang naman hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;uhmm yun muna..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;be back for some updates tomorrow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-112721864896995341?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/112721864896995341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=112721864896995341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/112721864896995341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/112721864896995341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112721864896995341' title='My Verrry First Lay Out'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-112584403894951965</id><published>2005-09-04T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T22:43:35.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F*ck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I’m so pissed off. I don't think anybody understands me anymore. My mom, obviously, in the way she talks to me, doesn't trust me. Gahd! What in the world is on her mind? I'm young and enjoying life and there she goes as if telling me everything I'm doing is just ain't right. When in reality she doesn't even know me. How could she? She's not even here with me? Damn! She'll always ask me to make kwento to her, after I make kwento she'll sound to be refraining me from what I'm doing. Whatta?! Arrggh!! Whatever!! For God's sake, I'm not doing anything to ruin my life! and I will never do anything as such! pfft! What's new? I'm used to this. I'm used to being the only misunderstood person in the family. Oops! What family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-112584403894951965?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/112584403894951965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=112584403894951965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/112584403894951965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/112584403894951965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112584403894951965' title='F*ck'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-112584386752339302</id><published>2005-08-24T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T22:24:27.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masquerade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Here goes that feeling again. One by one it's all coming back. As much as I wanted to forget all about it, seems like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;my heart wouldn't allow me to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Everything is just happening so fast, I don't even know if I'm still on the track. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm currently living in &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;uncertainty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Not knowing where it would lead or when it would end. I can still feel the past by some means. And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it still does tears my heart apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I don't know why I keep on allowing people to do this to me. Everybody just seems to be too numb to know what or how I really feel. Nevertheless, I couldn't blame them because the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;bubbly-active-happy-Kath Masquerade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is firmly stuck behind the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;real tragic world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of little Miss Kath (how sad). Well, let me be sad. Let me drown in these tears for a while. Someday, somehow you'll get to see me again &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;glowing and beaming&lt;/span&gt; underneath the starry sky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-112584386752339302?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/112584386752339302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=112584386752339302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/112584386752339302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/112584386752339302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112584386752339302' title='Masquerade'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-112446707970531131</id><published>2005-08-19T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T23:58:00.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He said/She said</title><content type='html'>Got this from my FRIENDSTER BULETTIN BOARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Read it!!! You'll have fun!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; wink &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;He said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; . . . I don't know why you wear a bra; you've&lt;br /&gt;got nothing to put in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;She said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; .. . You wear pants don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He said&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ... . .Shall we try swapping positions&lt;br /&gt;tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;She said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; . . . That's a good idea - you stand by the&lt;br /&gt;ironing board while &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I sit on the sofa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;He said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; . . .. What have you been doing with all&lt;br /&gt;the grocery money I gave you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;She said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; .Turn sideways&lt;br /&gt;and look in the mirror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a wall in a ladies room . .. . &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"My husband&lt;br /&gt;follows me everywhere" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written just below it . .. . &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;" I do not"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Q.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; How does a man show that he is planning for&lt;br /&gt;the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; He buys two cases of beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Q.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; What is the difference between men and&lt;br /&gt;government&lt;br /&gt;bonds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The bonds &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;mature&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Q..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Why are blonde jokes so short?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So men can remember them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Q.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; How many men does it take to change a roll of&lt;br /&gt;toilet paper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; We don't know; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;it has never happened&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Q.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Why is it difficult to find men who are sensitive,&lt;br /&gt;caring and good-looking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;They already have boyfriends&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Q.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; What do you call a woman who knows where&lt;br /&gt;her husband is every night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A widow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Q.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Why are married women heavier than single&lt;br /&gt;women?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Single women come home, see what's in the fridge&lt;br /&gt;and go to bed. Married women come home, see&lt;br /&gt;what's in bed and go to the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Q.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; What is the one thing that all men at singles&lt;br /&gt;bars&lt;br /&gt;have in common?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A.&lt;/span&gt; They're&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;married.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man says to God: "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God, why did you make&lt;br /&gt;woman so&lt;br /&gt;beautiful?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;God says: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"So you would love her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God," the man says, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why did you make her&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;dumb?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;God says: "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;So she would love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-112446707970531131?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/112446707970531131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=112446707970531131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/112446707970531131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/112446707970531131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112446707970531131' title='He said/She said'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-112436799663262237</id><published>2005-08-18T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T20:34:28.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Biz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hellouer!!!! Waaaahhh.. I'm back to business. Why? Gusto ko lang!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are really a lot of things that happened to me the past few weeks. I couldn't even picture how I have ever managed to get through those dilemmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm doing better now, kaka-tila lang ng bagyo sa buhay ko [signal # 2] and though I couldn't really make myself fully happy inside and out sa ngayon ok lang.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;TULOY PA RIN AKO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Updates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The heck, I dunno about it! Wala na naman sa focus.. But at least disente pa ring maituturing ang mga grades ko except sa Health Care (lec),. Busiyet na teacher yan.. galit lang sa block namin kaya lahat mababa.. hmp praning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; What??? Anong family!? *lol*. Ayokong mag-drama so let's not talk about it na lang. Basta I love my mom!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So far so good. Though ngayon medyo hindi na ko sumasama sa kanila when I feel na wala naman akong sense dun sa pupuntahan nila or when i got better things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Tomaan na naman?!"&lt;br /&gt;"Bagong buhay na 'ko tol!!”&lt;br /&gt;"Tae! may klase pa tayo, next time na lang!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*wink wink [good girl mode]*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Lovelife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Do we really have to talk about it? I'm single, NOT available!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh okeii, it's not that we've already gone separate ways.. hell no!! It's just that...&lt;br /&gt;Ewan! Tae nang pag-ibig yan, nauso pa!! putek!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-112436799663262237?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/112436799663262237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=112436799663262237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/112436799663262237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/112436799663262237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112436799663262237' title='Back to Biz'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-112432943957261013</id><published>2005-08-18T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T09:47:06.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!!! (again)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Well well well.. nagbabalik po ako.. ;D ang dami kong binabalikan ngayon huh? Una, sa &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;teentalk&lt;/span&gt; and ngayon dito naman... well ilang beses ko na rin iniwan 'tong blog na ititch pero still binabalik-balikan ko pa rin.. I hope you missed me haha ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I've changed my layout again (For the nth time). Hope you like it... ['coz I love it!!!) I'll be back for the updates of my existence, prolly later. See y'all!! ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-112432943957261013?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/112432943957261013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=112432943957261013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/112432943957261013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/112432943957261013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112432943957261013' title='I&apos;m back!!! (again)'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-112432925624249220</id><published>2005-07-20T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T09:45:09.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arggghh!! @#$%</title><content type='html'>Hmmm it's been a long time... wala lang. I've become so busy in school kase eh and busy trying to find myself. Yep I'm lost! There still haven't been a lot of changes in my life. Pero I can still manage to smile. I am not treating it as a burden naman eh but rather as a "QUEST", &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;a quest for my hidden identity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (naks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the weakest days of my life when anyone can shatter my faith on myself with just a word. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Painful words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I kept thinking about a lot these days. I dunno if it really does make me think or just plainly makes me dumb making me act before I think, resulting to my mistakes. Arggh no matter how much I try to forget about it.. kung pwede lang I wouldn't have said those things I've just said. Siguro kung nanahimik nalang ako hindi na lumaki ng ganito. Asar!!! Sana lang matapos na 'to kase &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am badly longing for peace in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-112432925624249220?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/112432925624249220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=112432925624249220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/112432925624249220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/112432925624249220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112432925624249220' title='Arggghh!! @#$%'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-111875824028780844</id><published>2005-06-14T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T18:40:55.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day Madness!!!</title><content type='html'>i didn't expect my first day of school as a bSN soph would be this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;non sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;annoying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt;, our room assignment is located fifth floor which is already considered as the "roof top" of the com sci bldg.!!! hell kapagod umakyat noh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;second&lt;/strong&gt;, ...and the comfort rooms are located at the 2nd floor!!! arrgggh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;third&lt;/strong&gt;, only two out of five professors met us today...and my impression would be they are both "katakot"!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fourth&lt;/strong&gt;, our anatomy teacher managed to make sermon and insult one of our classmates on the first day of school!!(just because my classmate chose to express himself in tagalog duh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fifth&lt;/strong&gt;, that same teacher consume 3hours of the period and let us go at 8pm, to think it was just the first day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAaahhh!!! Ngayon pa lang i'm thinking na.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Kaya ko ba 'to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-111875824028780844?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/111875824028780844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=111875824028780844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111875824028780844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111875824028780844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111875824028780844' title='First Day Madness!!!'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-111848454331999363</id><published>2005-06-11T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T18:17:35.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all about my date of birth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Got this stuff from &lt;a href="http://www.paulsadowski.com/birthday.asp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You entered: 1/5/1988&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were born on a Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;under the astrological sign Capricorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Life path number is &lt;a href="http://www.astrology-numerology.com/num-lifepath.html#lp5"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Julian calendar date of your birth is 2447165.5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="javascript:popUp("&gt;golden&lt;/a&gt; number for 1988 is 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="javascript:popUp("&gt;epact&lt;/a&gt; number for 1988 is 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year 1988 was a leap year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of 6/11/2005 4:41:38 AM CDT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are 17 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are 209 months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are 909 weeks old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are 6,367 days old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are 152,812 hours old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are 9,168,761 minutes old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are 550,125,698 seconds old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 208 days till your next birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on which your cake will have 18 candles on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those 18 candles produce 18 BTU's,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or 4,536 calories of heat (that's only 4.5360 food Calories!) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can boil 2.06 US ounces of water with that many candles. &lt;img alt="" src="/images/clap.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birth tree is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fir Tree, the Mysterious &lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;Extraordinary taste, dignity, cultivated airs, loves anything beautiful, moody, stubborn, tends to egoism but cares for those close to it,rather modest, very ambitious, talented, industrious uncontent lover, many friends, many foes, very reliable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 197 days till Christmas 2005!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon's phase on the day you were&lt;br /&gt;born was waning gibbous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&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/13129435-111848454331999363?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/111848454331999363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=111848454331999363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111848454331999363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111848454331999363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111848454331999363' title='all about my date of birth'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-111856971324896052</id><published>2005-06-11T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T18:11:27.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wALaNg tiTLe, waLanG maiSip!!!</title><content type='html'>Whatta &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;B-O-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-I-N-G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; day!!!! That's what my Saturday spells out. I spent the whole morning &lt;strong&gt;sleeping&lt;/strong&gt; and the whole afternoon slouching on the couch, &lt;strong&gt;watching TV&lt;/strong&gt;. After a couple or two of watching senseless TV shows except for my all time favorite picker upper "&lt;em&gt;bulagaan&lt;/em&gt;" I finally left the damn tube and switched to playing &lt;strong&gt;ragnarok merchant&lt;/strong&gt; on my mobile phone while SMS-ing my ever so reliable boyfriend (who always saves me from doing nothing). Eventually I got tired of it and instead, continue my occasional session in perfecting &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the art of staring off to space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Then "&lt;em&gt;poof&lt;/em&gt;!" came to my mind… "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Oh Kath c'mon GET A LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!!!!" It's the last two days before vacation finally bids goodbye and here I am making myself miserable. I think I just really missed school too much. Because there I don't have to deal with the deafening silence I am hearing or not hearing in this detention center, I mean - this house, also I can do a lot more sensible stuffs in school than while I am stuck here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I missed&lt;/span&gt; the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; bratz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, my professors, my block mates, the nursing building, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;gymnasium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;cafeteria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the fitness gym, the auditorium, the acacia trees, the grass, the “putek”, the hrm building, the agri hallway, the millennium garden, the botanical garden, the kubo, the EZE, the chem lab, the said haunted C.R.s, the huge mirrors on the corridor, the manong guards, the Xerox machines, the no parking signs, the Phil west. I missed wearing my white &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;nursing uniform&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and my black ballet flats, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;my ID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which took me two semesters to finally have my hands on it. I missed everything and everyone. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can’t wait for Tuesday now!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know, just now I felt my brain went &lt;strong&gt;empty&lt;/strong&gt; *arrghh* or was it really empty since the day of my existence? Oh well and I'm wondering &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;when the time will come that I'll post something that will interest some people in this blogging network to read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Hmm maybe in the next hundred years (if I'm still breathing) I will. *Splat* oops there goes my brain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-111856971324896052?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/111856971324896052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=111856971324896052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111856971324896052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111856971324896052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111856971324896052' title='wALaNg tiTLe, waLanG maiSip!!!'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-111824331275450024</id><published>2005-06-08T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T23:22:57.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Raindrops</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A dramatic dark sky begins to drape the once gleaming milieu,&lt;br /&gt;And the wintry quivering zephyr begins to embrace my whole being...&lt;br /&gt;Slowly I've waited for the first drop of rain&lt;br /&gt;To fall as it flickers in the gloomy night of the moon...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My body drenched with cold sappy drip drops of clear water&lt;br /&gt;Falling from the overcast heavens...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, the rain always gives me a bizarre pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Showering me with unutterable sensation,&lt;br /&gt;Resembling the tears from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;That touches my heart&lt;br /&gt;I danced beneath the gentle drippings of the rain&lt;br /&gt;Gently it washes the misery within…&lt;br /&gt;And as I walked through the lucid vast puddles,&lt;br /&gt;Perceiving a reflection of a mysteriously blissful young woman&lt;br /&gt;I saw myself...&lt;br /&gt;Catching raindrops,&lt;br /&gt;Appearing to be more alive and renewed again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-111824331275450024?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/111824331275450024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=111824331275450024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111824331275450024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111824331275450024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111824331275450024' title='Catching Raindrops'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-111787356281825257</id><published>2005-06-04T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T16:46:09.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baton ni shen</title><content type='html'>copy paste lang po...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ipinasa sakin ni &lt;a href="http://shenigang.blogspot.com/"&gt;shen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total volume of music in my computer:&lt;br /&gt;* 3000 + lang!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last cd i bought was:&lt;br /&gt;* M.Y.M.P. (pirated waheheh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song playing right now:&lt;br /&gt;* steep by nina [nina live!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five songs I listen to lately or mean a lot to me:&lt;br /&gt;* destiny - it's "our song"!!!&lt;br /&gt;* f*ck it (i don't want you back) by eamon - yun na yun!&lt;br /&gt;* first day funk by parokya ni edgar- really funky song!!&lt;br /&gt;* jam by m.y.m.p - set your spirits free&lt;br /&gt;* hold you down by jLo feat. fat joe - ala lang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five people to whom I am passing the baton:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://merulezmyworld.blogspot.com"&gt;jane&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=supermodela"&gt;leihana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://kristina16.blogdrive.com"&gt;kristina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://www.xchubbiecheeksx.blogspot.com"&gt;marj&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i have few links pa eh yung iba napasahan na...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the baton passing. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-111787356281825257?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/111787356281825257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=111787356281825257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111787356281825257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111787356281825257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111787356281825257' title='baton ni shen'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-111787500016756143</id><published>2005-06-04T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T16:50:00.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bagong lay-out</title><content type='html'>whew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what d'ya think???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a dark lay-out pero mas mukhang malinis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you like it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-111787500016756143?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/111787500016756143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=111787500016756143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111787500016756143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111787500016756143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111787500016756143' title='bagong lay-out'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-111769428344696947</id><published>2005-06-02T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T14:38:03.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baket???</title><content type='html'>bakit nga ba???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naalala ko nung isang araw sinabi sakin ng ubod ng gwapo kong boyprend habang kami ay nagkwekwentuhan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;"'pag heart broken ka makinig ka ng radyo, halos lahat ng tugtog parang patama sa'yo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo nga noh! Bakit nga ba?? Kung kelan durug na durug yung puso mo at ramdam na ramdam mo pa yung sakit saka naman para bang dedicated sa'yo lahat ng kanta sa radyo. Para bang nangungutya pa at pinagduduldulan sa'yo na tanga ka...Pinagsisigawan sa'yo na &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;TALO KA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;kawawa ka naman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh di maiisipan mo ngayon na patayin na lang yung radyo at manood na lang ng t.v.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayos na??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi rin!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..kase 'pag bukas mo ng t.v. ang palabas &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;FULLHOUSE&lt;/span&gt; imbes tuloy kiligin ka naalala mo pa ung mga &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"happy precious moments"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; nyo together. Asar! babatuhin mo na sana ng remote yung t.v. kung di lang raratratin ka ng nanay mo ng sermon pag ginawa mo yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalabas ka. Pag labas mo makikita mo naman yung mga lugar na dating nyong pinupuntahan (which is sa abot ng iyong natatanaw... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;everywhere!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh hinde!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paksyet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto mo na lang matulog pero alam mong siya pa rin yung mapapaginipan mo. Hayy naisip mo na tuloy magpakamatay kaso makalat yun kawawa naman yung nanay mo katatpos lang maglinis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano ngayon ang gagawin mo???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang sagot ko &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Go ON WITH YOUR BUHAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; na lang... eventually mawawala rin yan. Matatapos din lahat ng sakit na nararamdaman mo. Totoo kahit parang hindi. Maniwala ka &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"things happen for a reason".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Madalas ko ngang sinasabi sa magandang babae sa salamin ko yun eh. At 'pag may nawawala may dumadating... (parang ako nung may nawala kahit matagal dumating pa rin yung angel ko.. worth the wait!! saya.. ;D) diba???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tingin nyo???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-111769428344696947?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/111769428344696947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=111769428344696947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111769428344696947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111769428344696947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111769428344696947' title='Baket???'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-111760243973853157</id><published>2005-06-01T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T13:07:19.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cLosUrE</title><content type='html'>Past 10 kagabi i'm still awake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mag-na9 nung huling magtext sakin si ron. Medyo masama ang pakiramdam. Kaya siguro hindi na nya nagawang mag-reply sa text ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm tapoz non hindi ko nah alam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang hirap pala 'pag walang &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"closure"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; noh? I mean oo eto simpleng bagay lang, Pwede pang i-tolerate kase may valid reason kung bakit. Pero thinking back sa mga bigger situations na naganap sa buhay ko, ngayon ko na-rerealize how hard it is kapag binitin ka sa ere. Kapag walang closure. Kapag bigla na lang nawala without even knowing na tapos na pala yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang naglalaro sa isip ko ang salitang closure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;" Hush baby wanna let you know..."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;tumunog yung puro gasgas kong 6600. May nag-miscall. Hayy akalain mo nga naman, sa dinami-dami ng taong pwedeng magparamdam yung tao pang may kinalaman sa naglalaro sa isip ko ngayon ang nagparamdam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Buhay ka pa? Panget!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinubukan ko na lang gawing casual, yung tipong ganon pa rin sa dati kahit na alam kong hindi na tulad ng dati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang tagal rin nung panahon hindi siya nagparamdam. Mga panahong inisip kong kontakin siya para ipaalam sa kanya yung mga nangyayari. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pero duwag ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Duwag ako kase ayaw ko siyang masaktan. &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Oo dahil hanggang ngayon mahal ko pa din siya&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Hindi nga lang gaya ng pagmamahal ko sa angel ko siyempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya wala akong ginawa, kahit na alam kong masasaktan at masasaktan pa rin xia kahit panong iwas ang gawin ko. Naisip ko lang kase kapag hindi na lang ako nagparamdam malamang kalimutan na lang niya ko, ganun na rin dahan dahang makakalimutan nya kung ano man ang meron sa amin dati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero parang mali. Kase tulad kagabi.. Hindi ko na alam kung anong gagawin ko nung hindi na nagreply yung angel ko. Matutulog na ba ko? o&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Maghihintay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; na baka kase may ginagawa lang xia pero magtetext din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAnon din yun... What if dahil wala ngang closure napaghintay ko siya sa wala??? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nakaka-guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung una parang naibalik namin yung dati sa pag-uusap naman sa text... asaran pa rin. Pero yung huli nyang text dun alam ko na, naiintindihan nya kung ano na ang nangyayri... hindi naman siya tanga alam ko yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"kathleen, tama na wala ng patutunguhan 'to, wala namang naasar sa'tin.Final na 'to. Hayaan na lang natin kung san tayo dadalin ng daloy ng buhay. ingat ka palage. gudnyt!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May laman yun diba? Siguro yun na rin yung hinihingi kong closure samin. At least ngayon alam na namin pareho kung san ang lugar namin. Alam na namin kung san kami susunod pupunta. At the same time still hoping na magkikita pa kami ulit. &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mag-aasaran... tulad ng dati...bilang magkaibigan.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-111760243973853157?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/111760243973853157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=111760243973853157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111760243973853157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111760243973853157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111760243973853157' title='cLosUrE'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-111752472778886662</id><published>2005-05-31T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T15:51:37.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>61st day!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Supposedly today is a celebration of me and my angel's 2nd month together. But since he's off to Q.C. (studying) while I'm stuck here in Cabanatuan (still bored in the last few weeks of vacation). There's nothing much we can do but use the magic of texting and calling. All's great though because I was able to spend the past two days with him, yesterday on the malls and last Sunday on mass. He even gave me a cute teddy like the one he gave me last week. Only this time it's blue. And also a tiny bear with a pink scarf placed in an equally tiny can. Oooh isn't he sweet??? Though he's not here with me now I'm still in high spirits knowing he loves me soooo much and that's all that matters… :wink:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/reikaandkeira.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;keira and reika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;keutee nila noh???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-111752472778886662?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/111752472778886662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=111752472778886662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111752472778886662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111752472778886662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111752472778886662' title='61st day!!!!'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-111718312511300951</id><published>2005-05-26T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T16:38:45.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haYy LiFe..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I honestly don't know if I should be guilty or not...'bout the pain I'm causing to a person that I once dreamt of being mine. It's not my intention to hurt him I just thought that was the right thing to do. I know I'm being too harsh on him pero kung hindi ko gagawin yun how would I be able to wake him up from the reality that I am deeply in love with mah "angel". I don’t ever wanna go back... but I'll always recall. I'm happy now nad really contented. Walang confusement siguradong sigurado ako sa feelings ko for my angel. But still I hate the fact that I have to cause so much pain to this person just to let him know what we had (kung meron man)was over before it  has even began. I will always look back to those days he light up my world. I would always appreciate how he once made me smile and I would always be thankful to him for still loving me despite the complications and despite the reality that I can't give my love back. Hanggang dun na lang yun and as far as I can see I think we can never be friends sa ngayon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s next??? Hindi ko alam... but I'll be ready.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-111718312511300951?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/111718312511300951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=111718312511300951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111718312511300951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111718312511300951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111718312511300951' title='haYy LiFe..'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-111718357108551019</id><published>2005-05-14T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T16:46:11.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'M a hEaLthY mix!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ei.. hell no i'm not bisexual!!! (not that there's anything wrong about it) hihi. i'm juz wonderin' what gender is my brain and taddaaa...&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the result&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain is 53.33% Female, 46.67% Male&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are both sensitive and savvy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/genderbrainquiz/"&gt;What Gender Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-111718357108551019?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/111718357108551019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=111718357108551019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111718357108551019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111718357108551019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111718357108551019' title='i&apos;M a hEaLthY mix!!!'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-111708309352600265</id><published>2005-05-11T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T12:51:33.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mEtamORphosiS + cHanGe +</title><content type='html'>"You know, I -- I was getting along with everything fine. I accepted it. And then you happened." ~Jamie (A Walk to Remember)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months ago I have accepted the fact that yes no matter how many guys there is out there, I will always be sad feeling defeated that the ones I wanted are the ones who are already taken. And at another point, the ones who like me are the ones I'll never learn to love no matter how wonderful a person they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was trying to enjoy life despite the feeling of real loss in terms of the "love" thingy. I was doing pretty well pretending its okay even I have gotten no nothing during the heart's day (or the fact that I didn’t get the chance to join the lovapalooza ;p), simple and pathetic things like that became really mortifying for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then all of sudden things changed. On the day I never really expected, he happened. Right in front me, there was an angel... smiling, staring at me. I have never realized that that was the beginning of my metamorphosis. Days past and suddenly I wasn't alone anymore. He was there… right beside me, talking to me, listening to me. He was everything I have ever dreamed of (I can hear myself sounding like a hopeless romantic in loved). I can't believe it! I couldn't believe how lucky I am to have ever found such an idiosyncratic beauty (inside and out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a month I have been thankful for all the days we spent together. I will always cherish the sweetest days of our lives and hope that it will last. I know things have changed now and I'm pretty sure a lot of hard to handle things will soon came up but knowing we will always be there for each other I know we'll gonna make it far..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-111708309352600265?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/111708309352600265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=111708309352600265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111708309352600265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111708309352600265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111708309352600265' title='mEtamORphosiS + cHanGe +'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-111691466017981512</id><published>2005-05-08T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T12:42:02.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mEmoRiEs</title><content type='html'>I felt a sudden urge to cry...&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the darkest night&lt;br /&gt;I search for you...&lt;br /&gt;It's all coming back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music,&lt;br /&gt;The clamor,&lt;br /&gt;The crowd,&lt;br /&gt;It's all the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scintillating stars vanished...&lt;br /&gt;The hush of wind murmuring of rain's doubtless existence&lt;br /&gt;I can sense it's near, slowly approaching,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears finally fell&lt;br /&gt;Rolled down through my cheeks&lt;br /&gt;Kiss my lips&lt;br /&gt;Touch the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed the come back is fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;Doubtless it's still there&lt;br /&gt;Probably will stay&lt;br /&gt;But it will never be the same...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-111691466017981512?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/111691466017981512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=111691466017981512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111691466017981512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111691466017981512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111691466017981512' title='mEmoRiEs'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-111717822104132285</id><published>2005-05-06T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T15:17:01.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loNg diStanCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Separation&lt;/strong&gt; never became easy… kahit kailan hindi nagging masaya ang &lt;strong&gt;sacrifices&lt;/strong&gt;, at laging masakit ang &lt;strong&gt;magpaalam&lt;/strong&gt;. Ok I know I’m just &lt;em&gt;over reacting&lt;/em&gt;… it’s not like we’re breaking up or something, he just have to be “away” for a while (literally). I know sinasabi ko sa kanya na “kaya ko” na “kakayanin ko” but still hindi ko pa rin maialis na matakot. Not that wala akong tiwala sa kanya but because wala akong tiwala sa mga taong nakapaligid sa kanya.. Isa pa I hate the fact that there might be times na kailanganin nya ko but I can’t be there for him…damn! Anyhow crying time is over… wala na ring use kung iiyak pa ko. Mahirap, masakit but we have to live with it for a while. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE will keep us ALIVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-111717822104132285?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/111717822104132285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=111717822104132285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111717822104132285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111717822104132285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111717822104132285' title='loNg diStanCE'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-111691432853849829</id><published>2005-05-01T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T20:59:33.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mArviN tHe MarTiaN</title><content type='html'>Greetings Earthlings!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's pay tribute to my one and only favorite Martian-&gt; Marvin! ;D&lt;br /&gt;I started adoring this cute (at least I think) little martian way back 2000, after I get pissed off of hello kitty and tweety's nauseating faces (peace)... well I just think martians are much more out of the ordinary than cats and birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare to meet the star of the show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/mArviN.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvin the Martian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the dawn of time, man has pondered an age-old question: Is there life on other planets? After meeting Marvin The Martian we have learned that yes, aliens do exist. They exist to cause Earthlings trouble. &lt;br /&gt;Wondering what a Martian looks like? Well, if we take a cue from Marvin The Martian we can conclude that a Martian wears a Roman warrior's helmet, a gladiator's skirt, and oversized tennis shoes. Our lovable Martian is a head shorter than Bugs Bunny, his hands are bigger than his chest, and he speaks in a distinctive, aristocratic voice. &lt;br /&gt;Marvin The Martian's looks are so unique that Bugs Bunny actually confused him for a child in a Halloween costume! No one ever said Martians would be recognizable!&lt;br /&gt;Marvin The Martian is a persistent ambassador from the Planet Mars. He has flown his Interplanetary Flying Saucer on missions to the moon, to the Earth, even to the mysterious Planet X. He is assigned different types of missions. Sometimes he is called upon to study the solar system. This includes Earth and the Earth creatures. &lt;br /&gt;On one mission, while collecting the Earth specimen Bugs Bunny, Marvin The Martian becomes so focused on following his orders that Bugs fools Marvin The Martian by telling him a wild story about his rocket hitting a Titanic-style iceberg. Too much focus can be a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Earth can be so annoying to Marvin The Martian. Even Earth's poposition in the solar system can annoy him. Especially so when it obstructs his view of Venus!&lt;br /&gt;Marvin The Martian eagerly accepts all missions. But even as dedicated as he is, at times he can run into "technical difficulty". &lt;br /&gt;Marvin The Martian has a whole host of space age tools to aid him in his efforts. The Illudium Pew 36 Explosive Space is part of his arsenal. Marvin The Martian's Disintegrating Pistol is also a tool of his trade. Beware, it can also shoot in reverse! Marvin The Martian also has an army of 10,000 Instant Martians ("Just add water"). But those intimidating, gangly warriors have been known to fall off the sides of space stations and disappear forever. Marvin The Martian uses an Acme Time-Space Gun that is supposed to send his adversaries into the future. However, when dealing with Bugs Bunny on one occasion, he accidentally leaves the gun in reverse, causing a giant Neanderthal Bugs to appear and thwart his Martian goals.&lt;br /&gt;When Marvin The Martian threatens the planet Earth he frequently gets into altercations. Sometimes his dedication to these assignments can get the better of him. When he attempts to claim Planet X for Mars. He competes so forcefully for the planet that he and Duck Dodgers destroy both their spaceships and the planet!&lt;br /&gt;Marvin The Martian doesn't get much more help from his trusted sidekick, K-9, who may know a few tricks, but is also very easily tricked. And Hugo, his Abominable Snowman, turns on him, even after the alien master has tried to find him a pet rabbit of his own. &lt;br /&gt;Poor Marvin The Martian. He tries so hard to successfully complete his mission, but in the end his efforts don't materialize as he had hoped. And as Marvin The Martian always says, "Being disintegrated makes me very angry. Very angry indeed." Can't blame an alien for trying.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-111691432853849829?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/111691432853849829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=111691432853849829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111691432853849829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111691432853849829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111691432853849829' title='mArviN tHe MarTiaN'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-111691302421221142</id><published>2005-04-30T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T13:37:04.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatta!!!</title><content type='html'>Flipping back through the pages of my offline journal exactly one year ago, we were just busy then arranging everything we need to cross the threshold of the dreadful humanity of college life. 365 days past, finally starting to overcome the “adjustment” periods, realizing that it’s not high school anymore where you can name practically everyone you see or can get away joining extra-curricular acts but still gets 90 (or exempted). It’s really a big world out there, a different world, so many unfamiliar faces (and places) so many things to learn… and I am not really sure if I have learned something good in my first year. I know I did learned something, I’m just ain’t sure if there is any good about it or it’s just another pure bliss of the little monster in me (I plead guilty, I did not really take my BSN level I seriously.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time really flies fast. I just hope the coming year will do a little more good than harm on me. I’m trying to change for the better. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-111691302421221142?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/111691302421221142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=111691302421221142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111691302421221142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111691302421221142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111691302421221142' title='whatta!!!'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-111717762386956305</id><published>2005-03-31T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T18:02:15.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uNioN oF soULs</title><content type='html'>I don't wanna give much detail about what happened today but it sure does gonna change my life (again). Today, I declared myself out of the single's club for the third time!!! Still hoping this would be the last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I have told myself thousand times before that I am never ever gonna fall in love again (at least for this year). But oh well things change... "mapaglaro ang tadhana". You can never tell when you'll meet that special guy who could sweep you off your feet by just propelling his sweetest smile upon you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officially, this day now marks as "our special day". Wala na lang sanang kokontra!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-111717762386956305?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/111717762386956305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=111717762386956305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111717762386956305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111717762386956305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111717762386956305' title='uNioN oF soULs'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-111693988524384733</id><published>2005-03-29T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T21:04:45.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sHatTereD</title><content type='html'>The rage and grief begin to fade&lt;br /&gt;The constant ache of loneliness retreats&lt;br /&gt;Emotions fade to nothingness as a numbing fog steals over my very soul&lt;br /&gt;The only true feeling is fear&lt;br /&gt;I feel myself stepping out of my body&lt;br /&gt;Watching as my world crumbles through sightless eyes, empty soul&lt;br /&gt;I fear I'll never again feel passion and joy or even the anger or despair&lt;br /&gt;I so desperately cling to&lt;br /&gt;I try to smile but my eyes betray me&lt;br /&gt;I try to cry but the tears won't flow&lt;br /&gt;I bitterly eavesdrop on a world that betrayed me&lt;br /&gt;Their lives go on&lt;br /&gt;While mine is a purgatory from which I may never return&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-111693988524384733?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/111693988524384733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=111693988524384733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111693988524384733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111693988524384733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111693988524384733' title='sHatTereD'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-111717794937214153</id><published>2005-03-27T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T15:12:29.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>t00 laTe!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ganun? When you have finally given up waiting for that certain person, at kung kelan meron ng dumating saka naman xia babalik at aaminin sa'yo that all this time he felt the same. Wala ka namang magawa. What else should you do when the feelings you once had for him has already fade away? At the same time "sayang" diba? Bakit ngayon lang??? GRrr now I dunno if I should be mad or sorry for him. Naisip ko tuloy sometimes &lt;strong&gt;it’s better NEVER than &lt;s&gt;LATE&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-111717794937214153?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/111717794937214153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=111717794937214153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111717794937214153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111717794937214153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111717794937214153' title='t00 laTe!!!'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-111691297206877766</id><published>2005-02-15T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T13:36:12.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haPpy hEaRt'S daY!!!</title><content type='html'>happy? not for me!!! iniisip ko tuloy kung sino ba nagpa-uso ng valentine... p*nyeta xia!!! wakekek j.k. this are just one of the days i totally hate!!! walang kwenta.. pakiramdam ko pa eh nang-iingit pang lalo yung mga "couples" sa tabi-tabi.. it suckks!!! damang-dama ko ang pagiging SINGLE wahhhhh.. ayos lang yun!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-111691297206877766?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/111691297206877766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=111691297206877766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111691297206877766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111691297206877766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#111691297206877766' title='haPpy hEaRt&apos;S daY!!!'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-111691255991155166</id><published>2005-02-13T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T13:29:19.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bEauTy buT nO bRaiNs???</title><content type='html'>Judge: “How can you bridge the generation gap between parents and their children?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sagot ni # 03: [tahimik for about 10 seconds] ahhhmmm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audience: woo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pamaya-maya tinagalog ni judge ang tanong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contestant # 03: ahhhmmm?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audience: tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contestant # 03: ahh through prayers po, kahit po malayo ang magulang maipapramdam po natin ang pagmamahal sa pamamagitan ng prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyekkk!!! Ano daw? Ayoko sanang manlait ng tao pero sayang ang ganda niya. Alam ko hindi ako matalinong tao pero hmp never mind zip my outh na lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that was a scene from last night’s pageant [Mr. and Ms. Wesleyan].&lt;br /&gt;And my abiding question for today “What is beauty if the brain is empty?” wahehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-111691255991155166?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/111691255991155166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=111691255991155166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111691255991155166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111691255991155166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#111691255991155166' title='bEauTy buT nO bRaiNs???'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-111691244983876052</id><published>2005-01-06T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T13:27:29.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me dAy</title><content type='html'>Today’s my seventeenth year enjoying the journey of existence. I could say I’m really proud of myself making it this far despite of everything that hindered my way. I’m this close to entering “adulthood” and I’ll make sure to splurge the last few days and months of me being a minor to be a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dragon will let out a big ball of fire this year of the rooster!!! Get ready :wink:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-111691244983876052?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/111691244983876052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=111691244983876052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111691244983876052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111691244983876052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#111691244983876052' title='me dAy'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-111691233370495465</id><published>2004-12-31T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T13:25:33.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>s0mE FacTs abOut mOi</title><content type='html'>Some facts about moi^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUT AN ASTERISK BESIDE THE ONE THATS&lt;br /&gt;TRUE ABOUT YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. i have a cell phone. * (lahat nman yata..)&lt;br /&gt;02. i have friends who use me. * (sadly)&lt;br /&gt;03. i am an only child.&lt;br /&gt;04. i am a shopoholic.&lt;br /&gt;05. i love dangly earrings.&lt;br /&gt;06. i have smoked a cigarette before.&lt;br /&gt;07. i love cold weather. *&lt;br /&gt;08. i'm obsessed with the computer.* (slight)&lt;br /&gt;09. i have shot a gun before.&lt;br /&gt;10. i can't live without music. * (truely-li ;D)&lt;br /&gt;11. i have no tolerance of ignorant people.&lt;br /&gt;12. i have ridden on a motorcycle before.*&lt;br /&gt;13. i'll be in this town forever.&lt;br /&gt;14. i've been to 5 other countries.&lt;br /&gt;15. i get annoyed easily.*&lt;br /&gt;16. i eventually want kids. *&lt;br /&gt;17. i have neat handwriting.* (i think?)&lt;br /&gt;18. i have more than a few horrible memories. *&lt;br /&gt;19. i am addicted to chocolate.* (not totally)&lt;br /&gt;20. i am an atheist.&lt;br /&gt;21. my parents are strict. * (sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;22. i love airplane rides. *&lt;br /&gt;23. i love taking pictures. *&lt;br /&gt;24. i hate girls who are fake. *&lt;br /&gt;25. i can be mean when i want to. *&lt;br /&gt;26. my parents care about my grades. *&lt;br /&gt;27. one of my best friends is a guy. *&lt;br /&gt;28. i have way too many purses.&lt;br /&gt;29. i'm obsessed with lip gloss. *&lt;br /&gt;30. i love ice cream. * (cookies and cream..yum!!!)&lt;br /&gt;31. i would never eat raw fish.*&lt;br /&gt;32. i cry easily.&lt;br /&gt;33. i hate it when people are late. * (yeah pero aq din)&lt;br /&gt;34. i procrastinate. *&lt;br /&gt;35. i love winter.( maybe i would kung meron dito..)&lt;br /&gt;36. i have too many clothes for my closet/dresser.&lt;br /&gt;37. i love to sleep. (I am almost 24/7 awake!!!)&lt;br /&gt;38. i wish i were smarter. *&lt;br /&gt;39. i'm afraid of flying.&lt;br /&gt;40. i hate drama.&lt;br /&gt;41. i bite my nails.&lt;br /&gt;42. i have been on an 8 hour drive.&lt;br /&gt;43. i never fight with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;44. i love the beach. *&lt;br /&gt;45. i have never had the chicken pox.&lt;br /&gt;46. i have gone out in public in my pajamas.* (when i was younger..)&lt;br /&gt;47. i can't control my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;48. i have a best friend. * (my boyfriend)&lt;br /&gt;49. i have moved more than once.*&lt;br /&gt;50. i truly love my friends.*&lt;br /&gt;51. i have braces.&lt;br /&gt;52. i love to write. * (kahit madalas non-sense)&lt;br /&gt;53. i have never broken a bone. *&lt;br /&gt;54. i agree with racist people.&lt;br /&gt;55. i hate my computer.&lt;br /&gt;56. i love guys that play guitar.* (i like them, that is!!)&lt;br /&gt;57. i state the obvious. *&lt;br /&gt;58. i'm (generally) a happy person. *&lt;br /&gt;59. i love to dance. * (thought i am not good at it,i wish i was!!)&lt;br /&gt;60. i love to sing. * (definitely!)&lt;br /&gt;61. i love cleaning my room. *&lt;br /&gt;62. i tend to get jealous very easily. *&lt;br /&gt;63. i have gotten high before.&lt;br /&gt;64. i have gotten high on drugs before.&lt;br /&gt;65. i love night better than day.*&lt;br /&gt;66. i have been on the phone for over 5 hours&lt;br /&gt;at a time.*&lt;br /&gt;67. i don't like to study for tests. *&lt;br /&gt;68. i love God.***********************&lt;br /&gt;69. i am too forgiving. *&lt;br /&gt;70. i have horrible sense in direction.&lt;br /&gt;71. i miss elementary school.*&lt;br /&gt;72. i have had a boyfriend before.*&lt;br /&gt;73. i'm a daddy's girl.&lt;br /&gt;74. i love kisses on my forehead. *&lt;br /&gt;75. i love the color pink. *&lt;br /&gt;76. i love to sew.&lt;br /&gt;77. my eye color changes.&lt;br /&gt;78. i should see a therapist.&lt;br /&gt;79. i played on a guys sports team.&lt;br /&gt;80. i become stressed easily.&lt;br /&gt;81. i hate liars. *&lt;br /&gt;82. i like comfy sweatpants. *&lt;br /&gt;83. i can play the piano. *&lt;br /&gt;84. i love the smell of rain. *&lt;br /&gt;85. i love my family. *&lt;br /&gt;86. i hate needles.&lt;br /&gt;87. i am a perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;88. i always wanted to learn to play the drums.&lt;br /&gt;89. i hate the feeling of failure. *&lt;br /&gt;90. i have friends in other countries. *&lt;br /&gt;91. i know how to cook.* (fried? hey i tried!)&lt;br /&gt;92. i can be quite selfish. *&lt;br /&gt;93. at times, i still act like a little kid. *&lt;br /&gt;94. i have food allergies.*&lt;br /&gt;95. i love little kids. *&lt;br /&gt;96. i love to read. *&lt;br /&gt;97. i wish i were more motivated for school. *&lt;br /&gt;98. i love getting stuff in the mail.&lt;br /&gt;99. i have problems with letting go of old feelings. *&lt;br /&gt;100. i hate being alone.*&lt;br /&gt;101. i love summer. *&lt;br /&gt;102. i love the weekends. *&lt;br /&gt;103. i love black eyeliner. *&lt;br /&gt;104. i think i'm pretty. * (confident..haha)&lt;br /&gt;105. i type with one hand.&lt;br /&gt;106. i live in a one storey house.*&lt;br /&gt;107. i wear make-up. (when needed)&lt;br /&gt;108. i have never ridden on an underground subway. *&lt;br /&gt;109. i can't swim. *&lt;br /&gt;110. i have bad memory. ***** (grrr sobra)&lt;br /&gt;111. i go to church. *&lt;br /&gt;112. i sing in the shower. *&lt;br /&gt;113. i have never been camping.&lt;br /&gt;114. i hate cheerleaders.&lt;br /&gt;115. i am a foreigner.&lt;br /&gt;116. i love blue. *&lt;br /&gt;117. i hate someone. *&lt;br /&gt;118. i'm in love with someone. *&lt;br /&gt;119. i never held a snake. * (scary)&lt;br /&gt;120. i like this survey. *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-111691233370495465?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/111691233370495465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=111691233370495465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111691233370495465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111691233370495465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#111691233370495465' title='s0mE FacTs abOut mOi'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-111691220642203052</id><published>2004-11-10T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T13:23:26.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kApG giNuLo kA nG paG-ibiG</title><content type='html'>&gt;&gt;Kapag Ginulo ka ng Pag-ibig&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Marami kang iniisip, naiisip at gustong isipin.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Pero mas gusto mong malaman ng lahat ng tao ang lahat ng kabangagan mo.&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Magpapansin. Umasang may mag-rereply sa senseless&lt;br /&gt;thoughts mo.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Mag-advice. Magsabing, "Oo.. naiintindihan kita.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Pero ayos lang sayo kahit di nila basahin to. Bakit&lt;br /&gt;pa? Sino ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Nakakadiri. Ayaw mong tuksuhin ka nilang, "yuck!!&lt;br /&gt;Ang mushy mo pala!!"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Sa lahat ng kaibigan mong humihingi ng advice&lt;br /&gt;tungkol sa pag-ibig,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;ang sinasabi mo lang palagi, "Tange, kalimutan mo na&lt;br /&gt;lang yang nararamdaman mo.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Korni mo e. Ang OA mo pa. Guguluhin lang nyan&lt;br /&gt;buhay mo."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Ang sasabihin pa nila sayo, "Talaga? Buti ka pa, wala&lt;br /&gt;kang lovelife.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Di ka stressed. Di ka kinakabahan palagi --"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;"At di ako mukhang tanga."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;May na-offend ka na naman. Pero pakialam mo ba sa&lt;br /&gt;kanila? Totoo naman ah.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Tapos bigla mong mare-realize, may problema ka na&lt;br /&gt;rin pala. Hayop talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Gusto mong sumigaw. Bakit may nanggugulo na&lt;br /&gt;rin ng buhay mo ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Ang dami mong crush, grabe. Yung isang classmate mo&lt;br /&gt;sa Math6, isa&lt;br /&gt;sa&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Physics, dalawa sa History, dalawa sa PE2, isa sa&lt;br /&gt;Filipino at isa sa Chem2.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Si mike cortez ng archers, si George Chia ng Blue&lt;br /&gt;Eagles, si Rukawa ng&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Shohoku. Si Dao Ming Shi at si Mei Zhuo ng F4. Si&lt;br /&gt;Alex Band.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Si Legolas. Si Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Sixteen. Imagine?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Pero di naman nila ginugulo ang buhay mo.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Ayos lang di ba? Kaso may isang taong di mo&lt;br /&gt;maintindihan kung bakit&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;kahit anong gawin mo, talagang ginugulo pa rin niya&lt;br /&gt;yung buhay mo.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Para siyang mangkukulam. Kahit saan nakikita mo&lt;br /&gt;sya.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Inalis mo na noon yung pangalan nya sa phone mo.&lt;br /&gt;Kaso sinulat mo pa&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;rin yung number nya sa diary mo. Engot ka talaga.&lt;br /&gt;Tapos nilagay mo&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;ulit sa cell mo. Tapos inalis mo ulit kase nainis&lt;br /&gt;ka. Naihagis mo pa&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;nga sa kama mo yung phone mo e. Tapos naisip mo&lt;br /&gt;wala rin namang&lt;br /&gt;epekto&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;kung nasa cell mo siya o wala, kaya nilagay mo na&lt;br /&gt;lang ulit.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Tapos binura mo na talaga ngayon. Panahon na para&lt;br /&gt;kalimutan na&lt;br /&gt;talaga&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;sya --- naiisip mo.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Okay na? Hinde. Mas malala.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Na-memorize mo na kase yung number nya. Tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;tsk. Naaawa ka na talaga sa sarili mo.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Naiinis ka pa kapag sinasabi sayo ng mga kaibigan&lt;br /&gt;mo, "Nakita ko sha&lt;br /&gt;sa&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;mall kanina." Asar na asar ka. Sabay sigaw with&lt;br /&gt;matching facial&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;__expression, "PAKEELAM KO?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;At magtatanong sila ng isang tanong na matagal mo&lt;br /&gt;nang hinihintay na&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;sagutin sa harap ng maraming tao: "Baket? Ayaw mo&lt;br /&gt;na ba sa kanya?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Tatahimik ka muna. Parang si Lei sa harap ni Tang&lt;br /&gt;Chin.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Magbubuntung-hininga. Tititigan silang lahat na&lt;br /&gt;naghihintay ng sagot mo.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Biglang magkakaron ng split personality disorder,&lt;br /&gt;ngingiti at&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;magsasalita: "Sino yon?" &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Nagandahan ka sa ginawa mo. Effective. Wow, para&lt;br /&gt;talagang di na nya&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;kilala.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Biglang makikita mo siya. Ayun. Mabubuwisit ka&lt;br /&gt;talaga. Maaalala mo&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;yung mga panahong pinagmukha ka niyang tanga. Yung&lt;br /&gt;panahong kailangan mo siya.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Yung panahong iniwan ka nya sa ere... Yung panahong tinalikuran ka nya.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Masisira ang araw mo. Wala ka sa mood&lt;br /&gt;makipagtawanan. Sisigawan mo&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;ang kaibigan mong natapakan ang white rubber shoes&lt;br /&gt;mo. Gugustuhin mong&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;balatan ng buhay ang lahat ng taong nagtatanong&lt;br /&gt;kung bakit ka wala sa mood.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Hihilingin mong makapag-teleport ka&lt;br /&gt;papuntang Egypt. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;At bigla mong maririnig ang isa sa mga kaibigan mo,&lt;br /&gt;"Ganyan talaga pag&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;in-love." May background pang mga palihim na tawa.&lt;br /&gt;At sabay-sabay&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;silang kakanta ng --- &gt; crazy For You&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Di ka makakapagsalita. Mararamdaman mong umiinit&lt;br /&gt;yung tenga mo, yung&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;leeg mo, yung mukha mo. Bigla mong maiisip ang&lt;br /&gt;pinakaepektibong&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;palusot, ngingiti at magsasalita, "Sino yon?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Ayos na sana, kaso di mo naisip na mali yung&lt;br /&gt;statement mo. At bago&lt;br /&gt;mo&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;pa mabawi ang sinabi mo, sasabihin na nila, "Baket?&lt;br /&gt;Me sinabe bang&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;pangalan??? wahhh!! Halata!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Feeling mo masusunog na sa init yung mukha mo. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Kahit anong pilit mong kalimutan siya, mabilis&lt;br /&gt;talagang kumalat ang&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;balita. Minsan naglalakad ka. May masasalubong kang&lt;br /&gt;dalawang taong di&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;mo kilala. Magbubulungan sila. Titingnan ka, mula&lt;br /&gt;ulo hanggang paa,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;at maririnig mo ang isang bulong: "Yan ba?" &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Grabe, ang ganda na naman ng araw mo. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Di mo na lang papansinin. Kahit nakikilala mo na&lt;br /&gt;sila. Isang araw&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;naman nakikipagkwentuhan ka sa isang ka-block mo.&lt;br /&gt;Gwapo. Niloloko mo&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;pa nga tong taong to na siya na ang pinakagwapong&lt;br /&gt;taong nakita mo sa&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;personal. Hehe, tawa nya. Ang saya-saya mo, biglang&lt;br /&gt;may dadaan sa&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;likod mo na dalawang taong di sinasadyang naging&lt;br /&gt;pamilyar na sayo.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Lumingon ka, at pagtalikod mo, nagsalita ang isa:&lt;br /&gt;"Pinagpapantasyahan e no?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Sasagot ang isa pa, "Oo nga." &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Oh hindee!!! Anong nagawa mo??&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Titigil ka na sa pakikipagkwentuhan. Aalis ka na&lt;br /&gt;lang na punung-puno ng sama ng loob.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Naaasar ka sa lahat ng tao. Bakit kailangang&lt;br /&gt;pakialaman ang buhay ng&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;taong ni hindi nila kilala? Bakit kailangang&lt;br /&gt;pagtawanan at ipagkalat&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;ang mga bagay na di na dapat pinag-uusapan? Marami&lt;br /&gt;pang version yung&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;mga naririnig mo sa kanila. Minsan ganito, "Siya&lt;br /&gt;yun." O kaya, "Ows?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Yan yon?" Hayop. Marathon eavesdropper ka kase. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Kahit ikaw mandidiri sa iniisip mo.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;At matapos mong malaman ang lahat ng bagay tungkol&lt;br /&gt;sa kanya, kahit&lt;br /&gt;yung&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;nilihim nya at nalaman mo lang nung tapos na,&lt;br /&gt;naisip mong kalimutan na lang talaga siya.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;One time nakipag-chat ka.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; musta luvlyf?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; meron b?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; …wlang kwenta &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; ows? bkt?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; basta. wla syang kwenta.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; mahal mo? &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; huh?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; mhl mo p rn un.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; weh&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; honestly, mhl m p rn ba?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; argh!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; ewan&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; wlang kwenta pero mhl mo? &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Matitigilan ka. Tititigan mo yung monitor ng&lt;br /&gt;matagal.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; am i ryt?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; hey&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Ita-type mo yung "gtg" nang di oras. May kasama&lt;br /&gt;pang "nys miting u"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;para di halatang nabwisit ka sa sinabi nya. Alt-F4.&lt;br /&gt;Disconnect. Shut down.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Asar na asar ka na talaga sa sarili mo. Di mo na&lt;br /&gt;gustong&lt;br /&gt;mag-teleport.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Gusto mo na lang talagang ma-dissolve sa hangin.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Ikaw na ngayon ang nangangailangan ng advice. Pero&lt;br /&gt;walang kwenta lahat g sinabi nila.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;n "Kalimutan mo na siya." PAANO? "Wag&lt;br /&gt;ka kase magpapaapekto.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Wag mo isipin yung sinasabi ng ibang&lt;br /&gt;tao." HA?!? ANG LABO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; "Marami pang iba jan!" EH SIYA NGA LANG&lt;br /&gt;EH!!! Aasarin ka pa&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;kapag sinabi nilang, "Bakit di na lang si _____?&lt;br /&gt;Yihee! Okay naman siya ah."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Ngek, ano yun, ganon lang kadali? &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Nakatitig ka ngayon sa monitor. Pabalik-balik ka&lt;br /&gt;lang sa lyrics.com,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;sa google, at sa email composer mo. Nakakainis. Di mo&lt;br /&gt;na alam kung ano pa ang sasabihin mo.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Tama, bwisit sa buhay yang feelings na yan. May&lt;br /&gt;magtatanong pa,&lt;br /&gt;"Bakit&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;mo ba yon mahal?" Wow pare, wala kang maisagot. Buti pa sa Math pwede&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;kang manghula ng formula, pwede mong paglaruan ang&lt;br /&gt;solution mo. May&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;partial points ka pa. Eh sa tanong na yon? Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;Malabong mangyari yon.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;At kung BS Love and Affection ang course mo, ‘tol…&lt;br /&gt;mas mabuti pang&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;mag-shift ka na lang sa BA Emotionlessness and&lt;br /&gt;Insensitivity habang&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;maaga. Malamang magkita pa kayo don.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Paulit-ulit mong sinasabi sa sarili mo na wala ka&lt;br /&gt;na talagang pakialam&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;sa kanya. Pero bakit pag nakikita mo siya,&lt;br /&gt;natitigilan ka pa rin?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Minsan, kaibigan mo na yung nagsasabi sayo, “O,&lt;br /&gt;kala ko ba wala na?” &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Tatawa ka na lang. Lalakasan mo para di mahalata&lt;br /&gt;yung teary eyes mo.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Di ka na naman makakapagsalita. Litong-lito ka na.&lt;br /&gt;Di mo alam kung&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;bakit nga ba ganon. Kung bakit ka apektado. Kung&lt;br /&gt;bakit nagbabago ang&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;lahat pag nandiyan siya. Kung bakit gustung-gusto mo siyang bigyan ng&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;nerve cells para maramdaman niya ang lahat… Lahat. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Ngayon, ipapadala mo to sa mga kaibigan mo, sa mga&lt;br /&gt;ka-block mo, at sa&lt;br /&gt;&gt; iba pang taong wala talagang pakialam sayo. Sa&lt;br /&gt;kanilang lahat, di mo&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;alam kung sino talaga ang may tiyagang tapusin ang&lt;br /&gt;ganito kahabang&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;senseless na mensahe. Di mo rin alam kung sino&lt;br /&gt;talaga ang mag-iisip&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;para sayo. Di mo alam kung sino ang maaapektuhan. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Somehow, gusto mong ma-disconnect ka na lang bigla.&lt;br /&gt;Maubusan ng&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;internet credits. Sabugan ng pc. Mag-brown-out.&lt;br /&gt;Biglang&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;mag-collapse. Umiyak. Malunod. Maging ipis. Uminom&lt;br /&gt;ng 1boteng paracetamol.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Mabagsakan ng asteroid. Maglahong parang bula.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Kase, tama yung sinabi ng naka-chat mo. Sinasabi&lt;br /&gt;mong walang kwenta,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;pero mahal mo.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Sobra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-111691220642203052?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/111691220642203052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=111691220642203052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111691220642203052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111691220642203052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#111691220642203052' title='kApG giNuLo kA nG paG-ibiG'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13129435.post-111691177591765381</id><published>2004-11-07T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T13:16:15.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bAd daY!!!</title><content type='html'>This is just one of the few days I hate waking up and realizing that I’m in love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were never this tough, falling in love with someone who’s never meant for you. Knowing he’s just a friend and never will he has second thoughts of thinking of you more than a friend. It’s really true when they said that in life we have to get hurt to learn a valuable lesson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13129435-111691177591765381?l=dkath-iasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/feeds/111691177591765381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13129435&amp;postID=111691177591765381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111691177591765381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13129435/posts/default/111691177591765381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dkath-iasis.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#111691177591765381' title='bAd daY!!!'/><author><name>rebel princesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743091645741648041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v511/aemenelthak/prinxessa/blooming.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
