<?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-17103379</id><updated>2011-10-13T17:27:21.966+08:00</updated><category term='high school'/><category term='college'/><category term='blog'/><category term='vac'/><category term='yearbook'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>brokesunset</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>154</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-7634246332264346213</id><published>2007-12-31T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T21:54:44.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to 08!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I haven't updated this blog in a while. I'm not busy; I just don't have regular access to the internet. So far, masaya ang Christmas vacation (if you just ignore the fact that I haven't started studying Moment of Forces and Equilibrium of Forces or started working on CLW 5 or started studying about Matrices, Determinants and Permutations in Math 114. Hay. Profs shouldn't give exams right after X'mas vacation or take-home lab works kasi we're supposed to have a "vacation")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ayun nga, masaya ang Christmas ko. I guess kasi hindi naman ako ganun masyadong nakakauwi dito sa amin so Ireally enjoy it when I'm with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsaka I have this one simple Christmas wish na natupad. Sobrang nakakaaliw how simple little gestures could bring so much happiness :) hihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last saturday, Jonee, Faye, Joanna, Ichie and I had this get together. Ayun, as usual, kwentuhan, kainan, arcade and stuff. Masaya din kasi super dalang din na magkitakita kami at tuwing sembreak, X'mas break lang kami nagkikita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos kahapon, nag-champion ang harbour center batang pier sa PBL. at si Ty Tang ang Finals MVP! yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year!!!&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/17103379-7634246332264346213?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/7634246332264346213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=7634246332264346213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/7634246332264346213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/7634246332264346213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2007/12/countdown-to-08.html' title='Countdown to 08!'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-3374028223750088671</id><published>2007-11-09T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T09:57:48.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fster</title><content type='html'>[meron na akong matinong 'About Me']&lt;br /&gt;Ayi&lt;br /&gt;-is addicted to Coke float &amp;amp; carbonara&lt;br /&gt;-thinks that Nash and Sharlene (of Going Bulilit) is a great love team&lt;br /&gt;-is a VR Trooper fanatic (pinapalabas ito dati sa ABC5. ka-genre niya ang power rangers)&lt;br /&gt;-is a kapamilya/kabarkada&lt;br /&gt;-loves Math and Programming&lt;br /&gt;-dances and sings 'Baby One More Time' before sleeping (joke) but she used to be a Britney Spears fan&lt;br /&gt;-still swoons at the sight of Mark Feehily and gets that kilig feeling whenever she hears a Westlife love song&lt;br /&gt;-loves the color green (obviously)&lt;br /&gt;-loves watching Basketball games but doesn't really know how to play / the rules of the game&lt;br /&gt;-is a fan of John Lloyd &amp;amp; Bea, Micheal Vartan &amp;amp; Jennifer Garner, and... Judy Ann &amp;amp; Wowie&lt;br /&gt;-has a hard time remembering her classmates in GE classes&lt;br /&gt;-currently loves the music of MYMP&lt;br /&gt;-used to be a Savage Garden fan until Darren went solo and Westlife entered the music scene&lt;br /&gt;-loves Eugene and Vincent from Ghost Fighter. (GF may seem corny or whatever compared to animes today pero if ever ipapalabas ulit ito, super manonood ako)&lt;br /&gt;-is a loyal Globe Subscriber. (since Grade 5. Ay hindi, Mobiline (tama ba?) ako nung grade 3, which is SMART ata pero kahit na, matagal naman yung sa Globe)&lt;br /&gt;-does not appreciate jokes involving talking hydrogen ions&lt;br /&gt;-is originally spelled as 'ayee'. Tinamad ang mga tao at naging 'Aye' na lang. May isang tao na nagpasimula ng paggamit ng 'Ayi'. Ang derivative nito na 'yee' ay imbento ni Lorenz. Alin man sa apat na ito ay maaaring gamitin. Isa na lang ang kilala kong gumagamit ng 'Ayee'. Kung may suggestions pa kayo, e-mail niyo lang ako.&lt;br /&gt;-likes to make 'Top Ten' lists&lt;br /&gt;-had a lucky Friday the 13th this year (2007).&lt;br /&gt;-writes a 'Revenge of the Nerd vX.Y' (where X = year, Y = semester) at the end of every semester. (nililista ko bawat prof/subj tapos comments, kwento and the like)&lt;br /&gt;-likes to make 'pa-arbor' (tama ba yung termpero wala pa siyang na-aarbor&lt;br /&gt;-has a Yabang Pinoy Band (Ipagyabang na ika'y Pinoy! sa Power Books, P50 lang)&lt;br /&gt;-likes the numbers 15 and 23 :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-3374028223750088671?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/3374028223750088671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=3374028223750088671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/3374028223750088671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/3374028223750088671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2007/11/fster.html' title='Fster'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-4207403097333515959</id><published>2007-11-03T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T22:54:12.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;October 30, 2007 UP Sillag Laban La Union 2007&lt;br /&gt;Succesful naman siya, somehow. Super fun ang buong event (as least para sa aming mga proctors/ organizers/ judges/ all-around whatever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 2, 2007 Last Hurrah before second sem / Pre-Birthday Celebration&lt;br /&gt;Lunch. Arcade. Movie (Apat Dapat Dapat Apat). Arcade ulit.&lt;br /&gt;Pwede daw akong mag-request ng song kasi birthday ko naman kinabukasan.&lt;br /&gt;"sige, yung theme song ko/namin, only reminds me of you" "di namin mahanap eh"&lt;br /&gt;"sige, yung isa na lang, yung 'Nothing's Gonna Stop us now'" "wala eh, iba na lang"&lt;br /&gt;"Crazy for you" "ang taas nun eh"&lt;br /&gt;("so, pinag-request niyo pa ako?") "sige, westlife na lang, when you're looking like that" "chorus lang alam ko eh"&lt;br /&gt;"sige, my love na nga lang"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 3, 2007 my birthday&lt;br /&gt;23 na ako. mentally and emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;ayun. meron yung mga close relatives although hindi naman talaga ako ganun ka-close sa iba.&lt;br /&gt;tapos meron sina Faye Jonee Joanna Jorge (yey! meron na siya!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.brokensunset.multiply.com/image/3/photos/38/orig/17/23cd3.jpg?et=xe1zBuN2X2qFfyanrpIcAg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, konti lang ang nakaalala ng birthday ko pero ayos lang, salamat sa mga bumati at nakaalala. Wala na pa akong hihilingin ngayong birthday ko dahil natupad na lahat ng hiling ko except for one. pero it doesn't really matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay, this is so far the best sembreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========&lt;br /&gt;click to view:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://brokensunset.multiply.com/photos/album/36/Sillag_Laban_La_Union_2007"&gt;Laban La Union 2007 pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://brokensunset.multiply.com/photos/album/37/Last_Hurrah_Before_Second_Sem"&gt;Last Hurrah Before  Second Sem pictures&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://brokensunset.multiply.com/photos/album/38/23"&gt;'23' pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-4207403097333515959?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/4207403097333515959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=4207403097333515959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/4207403097333515959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/4207403097333515959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2007/11/23.html' title='23'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-3791455118094133264</id><published>2007-10-27T08:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T20:39:42.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>masaya na ako</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://brokensunset.multiply.com/photos/photo/31/1?"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 161px; height: 226px;" src="http://images.brokensunset.multiply.com/image/4/photos/31/orig/1/cholo_moto_razr2.jpg?et=Ko4hQRNIW17WvYA%2BTjUCkQ" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Super! Astig! Astig! Vote for this in the Moto Razr Edge Promo.&lt;br /&gt;The model is Cholo Villanueva, one of the star players for the DLSU Green Archers and also playing for Toyota-Otis(?) in the PBL. [click the image to view picture and details on how to vote for this pic.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;One of my best friends, Faye is running for SK Chairman in their barangay. So if you live in Poblacion, please vote for her kasi she's one of the most responsible and dedicated person I know.  In our grade school and high school days, she's always been an officer and she's really a born leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faye Angeli "IC" Liwanag for SK chairman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her cousin, MacMac is also running for SK Kagawad. So there, vote for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masaya na ako. Pumasa ako sa 33 at 54. I got all that I could wish for my 18th birthday. Well, almost. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-3791455118094133264?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/3791455118094133264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=3791455118094133264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/3791455118094133264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/3791455118094133264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2007/10/masaya-na-ako.html' title='masaya na ako'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-1066507903188059965</id><published>2007-10-16T14:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T18:11:10.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sembreak ko na.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Ang bilis. Bakit ganun? Kung kelan naman medyo nae-enjoy ko na, biglang, ayun, tapos n&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyFull" title="Justify Full" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 13);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a. Anyway, ok na rin. Goodbye to haggard-ever kulang-sa-tulog(?), shocks-ang-dami-dami-namang-pinagagawa days. I'm working on my Math 54 project. As in eto na lang ang unfinished 1st sem business ko and I'll be in UP on Thursday to submit said project and get my lab reports and exam 3 in EEE 13.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, I attended Joanna's Debut. Yung 18 roses and candles were my old schoolmates. Haha. Matagal ko din silang di nakita at hindi rin naman ako madalas makibalita or text them or anything. At first, I was seated with Joan, Hazel, Thea, Daphne, Danya, Joyce and Ate Janet. So ayun, kamustahan and everything. "San ka nagaaral? Anong course?" When Joan learned that I'm studying in UP, she asked about the Criz Mendez issue, she was particularly interested with the frat involved, tinanong kung kilala ko sila at kung violent nga ba, stuff like that. I told them na I don't know anyone from Sigma Rho and about the Cris Mendez issue, well, on going pa naman ang investigation (yun ang alam ko, tama ba?) and it's unfair if we already conclude anything eh wala pa namang napapatunayan. and na at the same time, unfair din na i-generalize na violent ang mga frats. The thing is, ang napapabalita kasi sa tv ay yung mga frat rumbles and the like but somehow, yung mga other project ng mga frats doesn't interest the media. Laging yung negative side lang ang napapakita. This is not to say na we should disregard yung frat violence. All I'm saying is that, there's more to fraternities than just frat wars and hazing.&lt;br /&gt;You would think na dahil debut ito, hindi mapag-uusapan ang mga ganyang topics, pero oh well, hindi.&lt;br /&gt;Fun din. Tawanan lang kami dun sa table. Tapos nung tapos na yung program proper, wala lang, hang-out, picturan and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, today is Dian's birthday (Dian, happy birthday!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of birthdays, in a few weeks, I'll be turning 18. (aaa. puwede bang magfast forward at maging 23 na lang ako agad? haha.) But I just don't feel like I'm turning 18. Kasi parang sort of your, you're becoming a lady na, an adult. Wala lang, I just don't have that "feel of maturity and reponsibility" that comes with turning 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And normally, I'd have a thousand wishes for my birthday. But this year, pumasa lang ako sa 33 at 54 super masaya na ako. at sana nga pala...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. nagupload pala ako ng mga pics sa multiply. yung sa bowling and sa debut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-1066507903188059965?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/1066507903188059965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=1066507903188059965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/1066507903188059965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/1066507903188059965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2007/10/bakasyon-na.html' title='Happy Vacation'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-2409781935189626013</id><published>2007-08-29T08:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T08:07:30.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>44640</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This week is officially my hell week. I have three exams (EEE34 yesterday which was um, disappointing; Kas1 tomorrow and EEE33 on Saturday). I actually have a paper to submit on Kas 1 regarding one of the lectures/forums during the History week but I arrived late and people were already leaving CM Recto Hall. Tinatamad na rin naman akong magsulat ng paper at tsaka I have a lot to study in EEE33 (as in super dami nung coverage ng exam and sobrang hirap intindihin) pero actually, tinatamad na rin ako sa EEE33. Nae-excite nga akong gawin yung lab02 (BST) sa EEE13 eh but Ian pointed out to me na next week Monday pa ang deadline nun so may time pa naman at pwedeng magfocus muna sa 33.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, nagpicture-taking sa ERG. Actually, one of the trademarks of ERG ay ayun nga, game na game, hyper sa mga picturan. So medyo maingay, magulo at oh well maraming tao sa tambayan at parking lot. Dapat hindi na ako sasali sa pictorial because I still don’t have my erg72 shirt. I even hesitated to go to the tambayan nung umaga (I didn’t have any class in the morning) because I know na all of them would be wearing the black shirt so parang wooo outcast ako. Thankfully, nakuha ko rin yung shirt ko so sumali na rin ako sa picture taking (na kung saan bida si Baby Tee… wooo. Arvin, joke lang. peace ^_^). The pictures will probably be uploaded sa ERG website. Hehe. Wala lang, if ever lang gusto niyong makita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos this afternoon, may activity din dun sa isa kong org, Sillag. Sumali kami dun sa clean-up ng Haribon. I originally planned on joining the morning batch pero I opted na lang to join the 3-5PM clean-up kasi I have a clas at 10AM (Bowling) eh I probably wouldn’t have time to get ready and go to Ever. Tapos I heard din kasi na the apps (weee… may apps na) would be in the 3-5PM bacth so ayun, I want to meet them kasi I wasn’t able to attend the orientation a (few) week(s) ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after the clean up until Saturday, my whole life will revolve on EEE33. I hardly have three days to study the whole chapter 5 and 6. Kung akala niyong exaggeration ko lang yung wala akong naiintindihan sa First Order Networks at Higher Order Networks, oh well nagkakamali kayo. Seryoso ako. Please pray for me na sana malagpasan ko ang pagsubok na ito sa buhay ko. Kasi during the start of the sem parang I told myself na if I fail in EEE33 eh parang that’s kind of a sign na oh well… Pero I’m not giving up kasi I want to stay in CoE, in EEE kasi ewan, I just want to be here and I can’t imagine myself in any other department (pero actually, may “back-up course” na ako pero super super last resort yun). So ayun nga, I’m not giving up kasi may tatlo pa namang exams and finals so FIGHT! (pati din pala sa 34, FIGHT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last week na pala ng August, my supposedly “happy month”, though I’m not sure kung “happy” nga ba ang buwan na ito. Surely, I didn’t have those “wooo. Ang lungkot talaga ng buhay ko” moments pero wala rin namang moments na fun, exciting at super ecstatic (except probably for those few times na basta yun na yun). Pero actually, ok na rin. I mean, nagawa ko naman yung mga resolution chorva ko like I wouldn’t drink any soda (kasi sobrang pala-softdrink ako dati) and I have perfect attendance in all of my subjects. Yeah, so far, wala pa akong absent which is super achievement for me kasi ako yung type ng student na mag-aabsent nang walang dahilan lalo na pag di ko trip yung subject (madalas sa GE) o hindi nagchecheck ng attendance yung prof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilang araw na lang, September na and hindi ko alam kung anong pakulong gagawin ko sa buhay ko pero most probably, lie-low muna sa mga chrovang “happy month” and the like kasi diba more or less one monthe na lang at matatapos na ang sem. Syet, ang bilis. Kailangan ko nang ayusin ang buhay ko. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-2409781935189626013?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/2409781935189626013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=2409781935189626013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/2409781935189626013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/2409781935189626013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2007/08/44640_29.html' title='44640'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-7089116755893651616</id><published>2007-08-17T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T12:20:47.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rain rain go away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Classes are suspended again. Ano ba yan, since Wednesday pa walang pasok (well, actually, we still pushed through with the practical exam in bowling since relatively, marami na rin naman yung mga students na nandun, sayang naman yung effort namin sa pagpunta, late kasi yung announcement ng suspension of classes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not entirely happy with this kasi this means more make-up classes eh ang sabog pa nung mga nagiging schedule ng mga make-up classes. Tapos I’m also afraid na maisipan ng mga prof na hirapan yung exam namin (sa EEE13 on Aug 25 at EEE33 some time this August din) kasi feeling nila sobrang aral na kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not exactly using this “free time” wisely. Parang I’d browse my lecture slides, try to solve the problem set tapos after 30 minutes, I’d decide na mag-rest tapos I’d sleep or watch TV or play sudoku for about an hour. Mas marami pa yung tulog, nood at kain ko kaysa mga nagagawa ko na “acad-related”. Tapos dun naman sa probset, parang dalawa pa lang yung nasasagutan ko. Seriously. I’m not even that confident about my answers. When I go over the lecture slides, nagegets ko naman siya but when I try to solve the probset, parang ang alien nung dating niya sa akin, I don’t know what to do to solve it. I am so lost in 33. I am so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Pansin niyo, most (if not all) of the posts here in my blog are about the subjects I’m taking. Shocks. I don’t have a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember one meeting in our EEE13 lab when Ma’am Dae asked us who if we still get 8 hours of sleep and there was a loud and collective answer of “hindi” and then she asked who among us still get 8 hours and I raised my hand and my classmates when like “ows?” or something. It kind of bothered me na talagang after nung class sobrang napaisip ako if I allot enough time for my studies. I wrote down my weekly schedule and computed the number of hours I could allot for my studies that will allow me to have 8 hours of sleep, an hour or two for rest or whatever and of course maybe an hour for dinner and lunch. I computed like 37 hours of “aral time”. (note: allotted time lang yan, hindi naman siguradong nag-aaral ako sa span of time nay an eh :) )Enough naman yun diba? Haha. Hindi naman pala ako abnormal. I guess that works kasi I don’t have a life. I don’t have friends or barkada na I would hang-out with. I’m not active in my org. I spend a lot of time alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these past few weeks, on the average, I only get like five or six hours of sleep. So ayos na rin. Normal na rin ako. Yey!&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay, I don’t know what to do. Taltong araw na bakasyon. Yeah, tatlo lang kasi I have a make-up class in Math 54 on Monday. I want to finish reading Harry Potter 7 na pero wala lang parang di ko feel. Gusto kong panooring yung movie na Parang-juuibo pero kamusta naman, di ko mabasa yung subtitle. Gusto ko rin pa lang panoorin yung A Love Story. Pero. Kasi. Ang lamig. Nakakatamad.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.brokensunset.multiply.com/image/4/photos/19/400x400/2/cakecakecake.jpg?et=c%2CTckG0hx9MgpS3yxO%2BGxQ" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.brokensunset.multiply.com/image/4/photos/19/400x400/3/threethreethree.jpg?et=M5F2I%2BoH9MRJ8mZ7Efz4Dw" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It’s Ate Lourdes’ birthday this Sunday and we celebrated yesterday. Nagulat pa nga kami ni Joanna nung may dumating na food kahapon. Feeling namin guni guni lang namin yun at binalik na naming wag antayin si ate, kainin agad yung cake kasi baka mawala pa. Haha. Happy birthday, ate Lourdes!&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huling hirit na. We wont be having Math 54 classes from August 27 to September 9 so yey! I don’t have to wake up early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Super huling hirit. Umuulan na. Buti na lang walang pasok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-7089116755893651616?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/7089116755893651616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=7089116755893651616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/7089116755893651616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/7089116755893651616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2007/08/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='rain rain go away'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-8560857028674335441</id><published>2007-08-11T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T14:48:06.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobrang Meant To Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;May crush ako, na tatawagin nating white ranger. Nakatdhana daw siya sa isang babaeng may pangalang pink ranger. Nung umuwi ako sa amin last weekeng, sinabi ng pinsan kong si Jing2 sa akin “ate, alam mo ang bagay mong pangalan eh fuschia ranger.” Mga dalawang minuto pa ang lumipas bago nag-sink-in sa akin na yung sinabi niyang pangalan eh derivative nung pangalan ni pink ranger. Waaaa. Hindi kilala ni Jing2 si White Ranger at dalawang tao pa lang ang napagkukwentuhan ko nung tungkol sa mga tadhana chorva at hindi ko nga sinabi sa kanila yung pangalan ni Pink Ranger at wala rin naman silang paraan upang contact-in si Jing2 at pagtrip-an ako. Kaya, diba, sobrang meant to be!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend din, I was working on the second problem set in EEE33. Nahihirapan na ako so I texted some of my classmates regarding some items in the probset. I was quite surprised na they haven’t started answering the prob set. I was like “Syet. Ang galing naman nila. Ilang araw na akong nagproprobset tapos parang bukas na kaya ang submission tapos di pa kayo gumagawa!! Halimaw!!” Monday morning, I asked Daniel, one of my Math 54 classmates, if he’s already done with the probset and he answered “hindi pa ako nagsisimula”. Para akong napa-“shocks. Ano ba!!! Mamaya na kaya submission. Ang galing niyo naman. Sasagutan niyo lang in a few minutes?!!!” Then he pointed the clearly printed note in my probset: DEADLINE: AUGUST 9, 2007. oo nga naman. Sayang ang effort kong tapusin ang probset. Banas na banas ako kasi balak ko pa naman magsubmit sana ng mga lab reports on time this month pero hindi ko na tinuloy kasi nga kinailangan kong tapusin ang prob set. Oh, well. Be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Ma’am Dae announced that she wouldn’t be handling our EEE13 class anymore. &lt;strike&gt;She made us choose which lec class schedule (M/Th 10-12NN or F 4-6pm). Of course, I took the F4-6PM class. Malungkot kasi I arranged my schedule in such a way that I don’t have long hour breaks and that I always get to go home early (except on Tuesdays). Pero actually, &lt;/strike&gt;ayos na rin&lt;strike&gt; sa akin. &lt;/strike&gt;Sir Tai would be handling our lab class and &lt;strike&gt;hopefully, &lt;/strike&gt;he’d also handle the lec class. &lt;strike&gt;Hay, sana &lt;/strike&gt;T4-6pm pa rin. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had two exams - EEE33 and Math 54. I did good in EEE33 (I think). Masisira ang buhay ko pag bumagsak ako sa exam. I’m kind of disappointed with Math 54 kasi sobrang totally lost ako. Parang kagabi, sobrang nagmemorize ako nung mga formulas and stuff pero waaaa. sobrang nakalimutan ko na nung exam kung ano yung mga general/standard form ng mga conic sections, paano magconvert from cartesian to polar form, symmetry tests, pano yung mga tangent lines, eccentricity. waaaa. basta ang dami kong di matandaan. lagot lagot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-8560857028674335441?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/8560857028674335441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=8560857028674335441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/8560857028674335441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/8560857028674335441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2007/08/sobrang-meant-to-be.html' title='Sobrang Meant To Be'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-1454877670626028220</id><published>2007-08-02T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T06:37:59.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha? Ano to?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been giving people quotes written on this tiny brown paper. To those who have received one and to those who will be receiving one, just keep it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the month, visit this post again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;==== &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;eto, update:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaja/ JingJing// Kuya A/ Ate Lourdes/ Joanna/ Ate Flau/ Pam/ Sir Tai/ Ma'am Bargo*/ Meme/ Diosa/ Joy/ Mizpah/ Majo/ Lauren/ Camille/ Lence/ Pate/ Ma'am Dae/ Inez/ Ate Josine/ Nicky/ Kuya Archel/ Aldrix/ Agnes/ Katrina/ Hydee/ Rayray/ Wela*// Adonis/ Ian/ Iscel/ Wilbert/ Vince&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you find the pattern? (Hint: disregard titles like Ate, Kuya, Ma'am or Sir)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*di ko pa nabigay kasi walang kasi sa Math (Ma'am Bargo) tas absent siya sa Bowling (Wela)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;magcomment kayo/ magpost sa shoutbox/ e-mail niyo ako pag alam niyo na... hehe. wala lang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-1454877670626028220?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/1454877670626028220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=1454877670626028220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/1454877670626028220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/1454877670626028220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2007/08/ha-ano-to.html' title='Ha? Ano to?'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-7096725080502849049</id><published>2007-08-02T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T07:35:43.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 New Things About Me</title><content type='html'>1. [I'll try not to] have any absences in all of my subjects.&lt;br /&gt;2. [I'll try to] pass in all of my exams, read assigned readings (most of time, nagpapaxerox lang ako but I would only read the first one or two paragraphs lang) &lt;strike&gt;and submit lab reports on time (ayan ha, di na ako magpapalusot)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. [I'll try not to] drink any soda (originally, dapat, coffee, milk and water lang ang pwede kong inumin pero waaa... iced tea gusto ko din)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-7096725080502849049?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/7096725080502849049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=7096725080502849049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/7096725080502849049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/7096725080502849049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2007/08/8-new-things-about-me.html' title='8 New Things About Me'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-3844785411695871741</id><published>2007-08-02T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T07:33:12.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Makes Me Happy Today</title><content type='html'>[01] Ten Pin Bowling and Harry Potter 7&lt;br /&gt;[02] No classes in EEE33.&lt;br /&gt;[03] home cooked meals&lt;br /&gt;[04] see sobrang meant to be&lt;br /&gt;[05] La Salle won over NU yesterday&lt;br /&gt;[06] You&lt;br /&gt;[07] EEE13 (oh, how ironic)&lt;br /&gt;[08] practicals in bowling cancelled&lt;br /&gt;[09] Jorge, one of my best friends, texted me after like weeks or months of no communication&lt;br /&gt;[10] head over feet :) (I wish I could tell the whole story but well, I just can’t)&lt;br /&gt;[11] researching about Gaddangs and EEE33 second long exam (I’m a bit disaapointed with the Math 54 Midterm Exam)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-3844785411695871741?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/3844785411695871741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=3844785411695871741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/3844785411695871741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/3844785411695871741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-makes-me-happy-today.html' title='What Makes Me Happy Today'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-9050230354274414498</id><published>2007-08-02T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T23:31:09.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soundtrack</title><content type='html'>[01] Only Reminds Me of You -- MYMP&lt;mymp&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[02] Crazy for You -- Spongecola&lt;spongecola&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[03] Friday I'm in Love  -- di ko alam&lt;di&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[04]Melt With You -- di ko din alam&lt;di&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[05]Kisapmata -- Yasmien Kurdi&lt;yasmein&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[06]When She Cries -- Restless Heart&lt;restless&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[07]Moonlight Over Paris -- Paolo Santos&lt;paolo&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[08]&lt;br /&gt;[09]&lt;br /&gt;[10]&lt;br /&gt;[11]&lt;br /&gt;[12]&lt;br /&gt;[13]&lt;br /&gt;[14]&lt;br /&gt;[15]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BABALA: Walang kinalaman ang lyrics/mensahe/story/whatever ng mga kantang ito sa buhay ko. Hindi ako inlab. Napagtripan ko lang talaga ang mga kantang ito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-9050230354274414498?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/9050230354274414498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=9050230354274414498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/9050230354274414498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/9050230354274414498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2007/08/soundtrack.html' title='Soundtrack'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-3277225013445783300</id><published>2007-08-02T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T11:14:13.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>44640</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here comes the "happy days".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, the first day of August, the first song I heard is "Moonlight Over Paris". Shocks. Kinilig naman ako. Wala lang. I had PE class and though I had a relatively low score, it's okay because I enjoyed the game naman (haha. dinadaan na lang sa "enjoyed the game" ang score na 32 sa 1 game.) Tapos nakasalubong kami nung guy who's always making sungit to me. I smiled at him and he, um, just walked past me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, We didn't have a class in EEE33 (hmmm... May kinalaman ba ang Trinoma dito? haha. Joke lang po) so I went to my boarding house and packed my things. I've decided to skip Math class so that I could pack na and leave right after my classes but I remembered that I have this sort of resolution na I wouldn't be absent in any of my classes. Haha. It's one of my bad habits. Madalas akong mag-absent dahil trip ko lang, tinatamad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a quiz in English 30. it was announced last meeting but well, I forgot about it. When I arrived in PH325, I saw some people reading notes. I thought they were just preparing for recitation or maybe they're going to report but well, my seatmate told me na may quiz ngayon. Syempre, super cram. Well, I really didn't need to read my notes. There was a story about a company conflict whatever and there were just three questions that we're supposed to answer. I somehow have a difficult time answering the paper. Wala lang. Kasi when it's not objective, I always find the things I write to be stupid or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm supposed to get a new haircut this weekend but I came home to La Union so baka sa Monday na lang ako magpapagupit as a part of the "8 new things about me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy weekend!&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/17103379-3277225013445783300?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/3277225013445783300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=3277225013445783300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/3277225013445783300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/3277225013445783300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2007/08/44640.html' title='44640'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-2998853072631801726</id><published>2007-07-26T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T20:43:38.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Joke Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math 54 classes resumed today. "Nag-aral ba kayo?" ang pagbati sa amin ni Ma'am Bargo. "Dali, 1/4" Sinulat niya ang salitang "QUIZ" sa black board. Syet. Ano'ng gagawin ko, wala na akong natatandaan sa mga past lectures namin sa 54. Habang naghahanap ako ng yellow pad sa bag ko, bigla niyang sinabi "joke" lang. A loud and collective "hay..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEE33. Sir Benjo skipped a lot of slides dun sa lectures, sabi niya yung mga dc instructors na lang daw ang magdidiscuss ng mga yun. The second long exam was originally scheduled on Saturday but was cancelled since we only had three meetings to cover the topics. Surprisingly, today we were able to finish discussing Chapter 4, the coverage of the exam. A few minutes before we were dismissed, Sir Benjo said "So, the exam on Saturday will push through". Syempre "waaaa" ang buong klase. Joke lang din yun.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talo ang La Salle. Huhu Ano ba yan?! Nakakabanas. Umuwi pa naman ako ng maaga para manood pero well, ok lang. cute pa rin naman sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of basketball players, 27th birthday ni Wesley Gonzales bukas :)&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/17103379-2998853072631801726?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/2998853072631801726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=2998853072631801726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/2998853072631801726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/2998853072631801726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2007/07/joke-time.html' title='Joke Time'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-2229899510754879959</id><published>2007-07-25T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T14:44:46.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fifty four</title><content type='html'>Dahil mahal na mahal ko ang Math 54, eto may post ako na nakalaan sa lahat ng bagay patungkol sa 54.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotable Quotes&lt;br /&gt;"Hardcore" "Joy" -classmate 710&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma'am Bargo: ano ako?! adik?!&lt;br /&gt;student: medyo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ano'ng nangyayari sa inyo? Akala ko ba ako yung lasing?! Bakit nakakasolve pa rin ako?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The greatest inventions came from sa mga taong walang magawa sa buhay" [Hindi ko masyadong tanda yung ekstako niya sinabi basta yun yun, walang magawa sa buhay.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attendance&lt;br /&gt;(Ma'am Bargo passes around a paper wherein we'd sign and answer the "question of the day")&lt;br /&gt;[July 10] "Kapamilya o Kapuso?" kabarkada pero kung sa 2 lang, kapamilya&lt;br /&gt;[July 6] "gagawin mo bukas?" probset sa eee33&lt;br /&gt;[July 5] "Lifelong dream" mamatay ng di nakakaramdam ng matinding sakit (most of my classmates answered yung parang 'doctor, engineer, etc., yung mga professions pero kasi hindi ko alam kung yung pagiging 'computer engineer' ko ba eh maco-consider kong lifelong dream... wala lang.)&lt;br /&gt;[June 26] "San tingin mo, bakit ako a-absent sa &lt;insert&gt;?" preparing for the wedding... or wedding na mismo&lt;br /&gt;[June 25] "Ano ang favorite color mo and why?"  Green. Wala lang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-2229899510754879959?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/2229899510754879959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=2229899510754879959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/2229899510754879959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/2229899510754879959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2007/07/fifty-four.html' title='fifty four'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-4270842408088280797</id><published>2007-07-25T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T14:40:19.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kamusta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The ‘I Wish’ Chronicles [June 19 Edition]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I wish people wouldn’t play pranks on me or something like use my name to sign up for something and then I’d suddenly get weird phone calls from some people. I know you don’t like me but please…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I wish professors don’t check attendance, lecture during the first meeting and give assignment readings during the first week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I wish I could stay in school forever. [ay, wag naman po sana akong maabutan ng MRR]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I wish it wouldn’t rain while I’m walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I wish the ikot fare is 3.60 [hahahaha. Waaaa. Matawa naman kayo. Natawa ako nung una ko ‘tong narinig eh.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I wish I’d see him today. [wish granted!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I wish students would return books to their corresponding shelf. [wag naman kayong sakim na itatago yung libro para kayo lang may readings. Haha. Wala lang. experience sa third world while looking for this book I need in Kas1.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I (half-)wish I took the 10-12NN EEE13 lecture class so that I don’t have a long 4-hour-break (with practically nothing to do) and I can go home at 4PM instead of 6PM. [but after today’s EEE13 class. Haha. Stick to TLM na ako. All right!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I wish more people would join Sillag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I wish I would stop wishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Marami pa la akong mga 'I wish' na list. pero (so far) itong june 19 chorva lang ang gusto kong i-share]&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malapit nang mag-August pero for the past few weeks/months, hindi ako nakakapag-update ng blog. You know naman na siguro kung bakit ganun kasi lagi ko naman atang sinasabi dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love my schedule. I have a lot of free time na ang ginagawa ko lang naman eh natutulog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math 54 [Ma'am Bargo] I'm kind of annoyed at one my classmates na itago natin sa pangalang "Joy". Wala lang. I'm kind of annoyed when he'd make comments tapos papahirapin pa niya yung binibigay na example. Pero recently, hindi na siya pumapasok sa Math so masaya na ako. Last week Friday pa kami walang pasok sa Math. Awww. Namimiss ko na ang 54. Ok lang, bukas magresume naman na yung classes eh. Nung una pala, madyo malaki yung class namin, some students would even sit on the floor or stand kasi wala nang upuan. Pero lately, may mga bakanteng seats na, basta generally, mas konti yung mga pumapasok. Hindi ko alam kung sadya bang absent na sila o nag-drop na. Ano yun? Na-intimidate sa first exam namin. Haha. Mahirap nga exam namin pero sa Ma'am-Bargo-Standards, hindi pa yun yung "mahirap". I should know, siya prof ko dati sa 53 eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEE34 [Sir Tai] Hindi ko naiintindihan kung ano yung mga ginagawa namin dito basta ginagawa ko na lang. Wala lang. Ang malas pala nung group namin dahil may hiwagang naganap sa aming potentiometer, Decade Resistance Box at multimeter. Hindi, ako pala yung malas talaga kasi kahit nung practical exam, nagpapalya pa rin yung multimeter na napunta sa akin. Ano ba yan. Sa mga groupmates ko pala sa lab, &lt;a href="http://brokensunset.multiply.com/photos/album/17"&gt;andito yung mga pics nung Expt 3&lt;/a&gt;. Wala akong nilagay na mga captions. Sa class ko na sasabihin kung ano yung mga yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEE33 [Sir Benjo/Sir Co] konyari may naiintindihan ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEE13[Ma'am Dae] alright. masaya na din. konyari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eng 30[Ma'am Teodosio] Marami akong natutunan. Wahaha. Masaya din. Madalas akong late kasi galing pa akong EEE eh 3rd floor ng AS, dulong room pa yung classroom ko dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kas 1 [Ma'am Milobos] Medyo (sobrang) nabo-bore ako pero hayaan ko na lang, Philippine Studies din to, para matapos na ang mga chorvang requirements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE2 TEN PIN BOWLING [Ma'am Santiago/Coach Orlean/Coach Pete/ other coaches] Di talaga ako naglalaro ng bowling pero masaya ako dahil nakaka-score ako. wala lang, nag-i-improve naman ako every week. weee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CWTS mag-dro-drop na ako.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hindi na kita nakikita"/"hindi ka na nagpapakita"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito ang madalas na bati sa akin ng ilang mga erg people. Obvious naman na hindi na ako nagpaparamdam. Hindi ako tumatambay. Pero hindi lang ako sa erg hindi nagpapakita. Sa mga klase ko (except siguro sa EEE34 at Math 54.  Sa 34 pala, before class, medyo nagpapaka-loner din ako), ayun nga, nagpapaka-loner ako. Bago naman mag-start ng college eh parang binalak ko din na parang ganun, lagi lang mag-isa, tahimik, ganun. Pero hindi rin yun natuloy nung first year, first sem (I guess) tapos biglang akong lumalayo sa mga tao simula nung second sem. Hindi ko rin alam kung bakit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon, sa mga klase, lagi akong nakaupo dun sa mga upuan sa gilid, walang masyadong kinakausap. Parang may sariling mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not because I dislike the people I around me, it's just that, as I always tell my bestfriends when I make "drama/senti" to them, I have that "I-don't-belong" feeling towards my orgmates, classmates, blockmates, basta (almost) lahat.  Most of the time, I feel sad pero I think na if I'm not the "loner" I am now, hindi rin ako magiging masaya.&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/17103379-4270842408088280797?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/4270842408088280797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=4270842408088280797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/4270842408088280797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/4270842408088280797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2007/07/kamusta.html' title='Kamusta'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-1177253570008553499</id><published>2007-06-11T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T11:14:26.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bago magpasukan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last June 1 and 2, our provincial org, UP Sillag conducted CAReS [Comprehensive Admission Review Sessions]. Yung ibang members/officers ay medyo nagulat sa number ng students na dumating. Compared daw kasi sa review last year, sobrang mas madami yung mga nag-attend ngayon. Karamihan ay galing sa Lorma, ang aking HS alma mater at syempre, sila ang pinaka-"outgoing" siguro dahil ang venue na Lorma San Juan ay kanilang teritoryo o pwede ring ganun talaga ang Lorma identity. hahahaha. kasi napapa-shh din ang iba habang nagkwekwentuhan kami sa likod habang nagaganap ang rebyu. Yung iba namang students eh galing ng SLC, BLC at BNHS. Ayun, masaya naman, it's good to be back at my old school (although dun sa Grade School building ito naganap). Nakakatuwang panoorin si Kuya York maprepare para sa Science Lecture. Sa tulong ni Kuya TJ ay matagumpay niyang nahanap ang kanyang ventricles at matiwasay na nasundan ang blood circulation sa kanyang pulmonary artery. Ang ibang science lecturers naman na sina Kuya Lester at Kuya Dan ay itinuro sa akin ang kaibahan ng DNA sa RNA. Kuya Ray (na akala mo galit na nagtuturo tapos bigla bigla na lang tatawa) at ako (na nagpapa-cute lang) ang naghandle ng Math lecture. Kamusta naman, nagso-sudoku si Ate Jai dun sa other half ng black board habang seryosong nagle-lecture si Kuya Ray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga behind the students scenes: Ayun, kwentuhan at kung anu-ano pang chorva ang ginagawa na mga Sillag people. Patok na patok ang aming "Siguradong lalabas sa UPCAT" questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: Umutang si Dustin ng 15piso kay Ayi. Nakahanap siya ng 7piso sa kanyang wallet. Ibinayad niya ang kalahati kay Joanna. Sabi ni Dustin "Ayi, 8 na lang." Kelan ang birthday ni Ray?&lt;br /&gt;#2: Si Jai ay doble ng timbang ni Flau. Ang timbang ni Flau ay 60% ng timbang ni Angel. Si Lester ay may timbang na 50% ng timbang ni Dan. Ang timbang ni Dan ay 190% ng timbang ni Jai. Saan nakatira si TJ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, wala na akong masabi. Basta masaya yung rebyu. super enjoy. &lt;a href="http://brokensunset.multiply.com/photos/album/14"&gt;[ang mga pictures ay nandito]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 10 years, enrolled na din ako. Tumatangingting (tama ba?) na 19 units. yeba!&lt;br /&gt;Mga subjects ko this sem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEE 33 - waaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;EEE 34 - waaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Math 54 - super waaaaaaaaaa. si Ma'am Bargo ulit prof ko.&lt;br /&gt;EEE 13 - waaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;English 30 - I taken this cause the other Englishes have no slots na that is fit in my schedule. needs improving my Englishing. shucks.&lt;br /&gt;CWTS - aaack. may Saturday class ako!!!&lt;br /&gt;Kasaysayan 1 - after kong kumuha ng Kas2 nung 1st year 1st sem, sabi ko hindi na pa ako kukuha ever ng Kas pero eto, may kas1 ako kasi nung hapong iyon, relatively, ang dami pang slots. tsaka kailangan ko rin kasi ng Phil. Studies&lt;br /&gt;PE2 - magpre-prerog pa ako&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang hapon, mag-isa at wala akong magawa sa boarding house kaya nagpunta akong fully booked at bumili ng MacArthur at Tikman ang Langit [an anthology of the Eraserheads]. Nung May ko pa gustong magkaroon nitong pinaka-latest na libro ni Bob Ong pero nung isang araw nag-iisa na lang ang kopyang ito sa National Bookstore. Hinihintay kong bitawan ng lalaking ang libro pero sa kasamaan palad, wala eh kaya ipinagpatuloy ko ang aking pakikipagsapalaran upang makahanap ng MacArthur sa Fully Booked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang natuwa ako dun sa mga libro ni Bob Ong na ABNKKBSNPLAKo!, Paboritong Libro ni Hudas at Alamat ng Gubat. Pero iba yung libro niya ngayon. Matapos kong basahin ang unang chapter, tinigil ko ang pagbabasa at nag-switch sa Tikman ang Langit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako mahilig sa Eraserheads at hindi ako mahilig sa music. ok. ok. Meron yung time na yun nung grade school na MTV adik ako at super fan ako ng I'll-never-ever-ever-ever-let-you-go Westlife (hanggang ngayon, fan pa rin ako ng Westlife at When You're Looking Like That pa rin ang theme song ng buhay ko) pero generally, wala na akong hilig sa music ngayon pero hindi ko alam kung bakit ko binili yung Tikman ang Langit. Siguro dahil sobrang ganda ng cover. O siguro dahil gusto ko yung ultraelectromagneticjam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilang essays na lang ang hindi ko nababasa sa libro pero medyo nag-iba yung tingin ko sa E-heads. Before reading this book, gusto ko na yung mga kanta nila pero after reading, sobrang astig na ng dating sa akin ng E-heads. Kasi nga yung mga kanta nila eh about life, youth and being Filipino pero yung lyrics eh sobrang... a ewan di ko ma-describe, simple lang pero napaka-meaningful. Tsaka hindi sila yung mga ibang punk/rock bands ngayon na dinadaan na lang nila sa ingay at porma.&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanalo pala ang DLSU Archers sa Nike Summer League (NSL) 2007. Yay! Yay! Yay! There's something about DLSU kaya ko sila sobrang gusto ever since nag-start yung NSL. At hindi yun dahil green ang color nila. weeeeee&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasukan bukas pero hindi ako tinatamad/nae-excite. At malamang, di ako masyadong makakapag-update sa blog na ito. Wala lang.&lt;br /&gt;Tatapusin ko na lang yung MacArthur. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-1177253570008553499?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/1177253570008553499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=1177253570008553499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/1177253570008553499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/1177253570008553499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2007/06/bago-magpasukan.html' title='bago magpasukan'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-4960135936579890225</id><published>2007-05-27T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T18:18:35.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brokenhearted daw...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got this e-mail a while ago. Subject:&lt;span style="font-size: larger;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;' 'micheLLe' ' has invited you to join the '-this grOuP is fOr brOkenHeartEds-' group on Friendster&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ako? brokenhearted? nakakatawa.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, muli na naman akong nag-aayos ng mga gamit ko dito sa bahay tapos nakita ko tong libro ko na 'Stargirl' ngayon ko lang napansin, meron pa lang bookmark na nakalagay dun tapos sa likod may nakasulat na "Ayi, blah blah blah". kaya blah blah blah eh kasi sign pen ata yung ginamit na panulat tapos ewan ko kung nabasa o ano pero blurry na yung nakasulat dun. Ang naalala ko eh ako yung bumili nung book na yun, hindi yun regalo so siguro may pinahiraman ako tapos iniwan yun. wala lang.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayun. random events.&lt;br /&gt;wala lang akong magawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/17103379-4960135936579890225?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/4960135936579890225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=4960135936579890225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/4960135936579890225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/4960135936579890225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2007/05/brokenhearted-daw.html' title='brokenhearted daw...'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-3362339423559170547</id><published>2007-05-25T06:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T06:43:23.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>idol</title><content type='html'>aack. Gusto ko pa namang manalo si Blake sa American Idol. Diba ang cool nung beatbox style niya. But whatever. American Idol = aaahhh-ooohhh-high-note-ballad-whatever divas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang weird panoorin ni Victor Garber sa Justice kasi nasanay ako sa kanya na napaka-cold as Jack Bristow sa ALIAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;self-proclaimed super twins kami sa sillag at sabi ni Joanna, ako na raw si Super T. parang double-meaning a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;napanaginipan ko kagabi si stageone. [teka, tama ba yung codename na yun?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matapos ang second run ng CRS, same subjects pa rin yung na-enlist ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-3362339423559170547?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/3362339423559170547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=3362339423559170547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/3362339423559170547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/3362339423559170547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2007/05/idol.html' title='idol'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-5043441001214738969</id><published>2007-05-24T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T15:53:31.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alam niyo ba na sa UP...</title><content type='html'>nakakatawa. malafreshman survival kit content ang post na ito. naaaliw lang ako basahin ang mga ito &lt;a href="http://dg.up.edu.ph/viewtopic.php?t=963&amp;postdays=0&amp;amp;postorder=asc&amp;&amp;amp;start=0"&gt;dito&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; Ang ISMED ay ibinigay ng mga Hapon.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Ang taas ng Oblation ay 3.5 meters. Ito ay nagsisimbulo ng 350 taon ng pananakop ng mga Kastila. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Ang orihinal na estatwa ni Bonifacio sa Balintawak ay nalipat sa harap ng Vinzon’s Hall.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Ang kulay ng mga pangunahing gusali ay itinulad sa kulay ng mga gusali sa Harvard University.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; UP lang ang may simbolong tao sa lahat ng mga unibersidad.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; May 12 flagpoles sa University Avenue.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; May 22 poste ng ilaw sa university avenue.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Ang Beta Way ay 227 metro ang haba.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Ang AS Walk ay 302 metro kahaba.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 1952 ng itinayo ang pinakamatatandang bulwagan sa UP; Bulwagang Benitez at Malcolm at Bulwagang Palma at Melchor.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Merong 224 parking slots sa AS parking lot.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Ang UP Post Office ay dating nasa malapit sa Vanguard building bago ito lumipat sa gusaling malapit sa SC.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Mayroong 281 puno ng acacia sa academic oval, 109 sa outer lane at 172 sa inner lane.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Isa lang ang intersection sa UP na gumagana ang traffic lights. Ito ay ang intersection ng Eng’g at tennis courts.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Ang Acad Oval ay may 16 na humps.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;May tatlong elevators sa UP: sa mainlib, cba, at eng'g.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Isa lang ang coconut tree sa sunken garden.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ang lagoon ay dating golf course.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ang kamia residence hall lang ang dormitory sa UP na walang basketball/volleyball court&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;may 25 steps ang AS steps.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ang bluebook ay may 12 pages at 27 writing lines per page.  at mas mura ng 25 cents pag sa coop ka bumili.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dati sa PHAn kung saan naroon ang UPCAT office may pusa na ang pangalan ay surprise: Upcat.   ngayong lumipat na ang UPCAT office sa pagitan ng educ at bio, dun din nagsilipat yung mga descendants ni Upcat. Dineklara na nga ng BOR na endagered species sila eh casi inu-uwi ng mga UPCAT applicants para daw pang goodluck charm. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ang kalye sa pagitan ng Educ at PHAN ay Africa Street.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sa UP lang (ata) may prof na pumapayag mag yosi sa loob ng classroom ang estudyante.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ang MAINLIB ang original ADMIN office ng UP. 9 Floors ang original design nito. May elevator ito at sa isang floor dalawa ang pinto nito!!! Forbidden ang access sa archives. Kailangan mo ng "Act of Congress" para mabuksan ang mga  student files noong 'WW2'.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;May "ninja" sa 3rd floor ng Vinzon's Hall at may "masahista" sa loob ng (photography) dark room ng Philippine Collegian. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  May basement pa noon ang Palma Hall. Noong panahon ni Marcos at Martial Law, doon nagtitipun-tipon ang mga tinaguriang "intelektwal" sa iba't-ibang larangan upang pag-usapan ang mga nangyayari sa panahon. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  May kwadra ng kabayo sa College of Fine Arts. Dati rin itong Veterinary Hospital. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ang Sundial sa tabi ng NCTS building ay hindi dati doon nakalagay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;at ang pinaka-malufet:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sa Sarah's mo lang pwedeng murahin ang ibang prof ng harap-harapan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-5043441001214738969?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/5043441001214738969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=5043441001214738969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/5043441001214738969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/5043441001214738969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2007/05/alam-niyo-ba-na-sa-up.html' title='alam niyo ba na sa UP...'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-7500972212495710383</id><published>2007-05-20T07:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T08:01:02.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awan maaramid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've recently updated the layout of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of hate my &lt;a href="http://brokensunset.multiply.com/photos/photo/13/2"&gt;schedule&lt;/a&gt;. I'm not yet enlisted in Eng12, AralPil12, and CWTS.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our provincial org, UP Sillag, is going to conduct a college admission rest review. I'm looking forward to it. When Joanna and I went to different schools last week to promote this review we're conducting, nagkaroon kami ng mga best friends. hahahaha. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://brokensunset.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/13/3?xurl=%2Fphotos%2Fphoto%2F13%2F3"&gt;UP Sillag CAReS / College Admission Review Sessions / June 1 (English &amp; Science) &amp;amp;amp; 2 (Math &amp;amp; Exam), Lorma College Special Science High School - San Juan Campus / P150 / contact: Jairus 09182455759 or Christine 09272973581.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really read comments on my blog kasi I know naman na not a lot people read my blog. Pero about two (or more) weeks ago, nagtrip akong basahin yung mga comments dun sa blog dito. A lot of the comments are like ads posted by other people promoting their own or something. And then I found this comment on one of my posts last June or July. At first, I didn't even read who posted it. It read: "congrats. UP ka pala... blah blah blah (medyo mahaba eh)" tapos yung huling line read: "nga pala, si Julius to"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaa. ano yun? bakit ba ngayon ko lang ito nabasa?! I clicked on the link to his profile pero blocked naman or something. I felt tuloy na baka hindi siya yun, baka it's someone I know who made this fake comment para ako'y patripan na pakiligin pero sorry na lang kasi late ko na nabasa. pero more likely naman na si Julius nga yun talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos last week, nag-resume ako sa pagbabasa ng mga comments. Tapos I found another comment na naman. Ngayon naman, yung kapatid ni Julius ang nagpost. "nice story on my brother" tapos post din siya dun sa isa kong post na may mga pictures pa galing sa Sirib quiz show. hahaha. natatawa ako. ang adik ko pala. hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang napaiyak na naman ako nung napanood ko yung 'A Walk to Remember' kagabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-7500972212495710383?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/7500972212495710383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=7500972212495710383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/7500972212495710383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/7500972212495710383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2007/05/awan-maaramid.html' title='awan maaramid'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-6331398967534285958</id><published>2007-05-18T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T19:45:56.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brokensunset</title><content type='html'>ayun. brokensunset.blogspot.com na ulit ang blogspot address ko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-6331398967534285958?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/6331398967534285958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=6331398967534285958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/6331398967534285958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/6331398967534285958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2007/05/brokensunset.html' title='brokensunset'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-7682299474785019304</id><published>2007-05-17T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T15:14:37.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>may seventeen</title><content type='html'>ada result nan diyay CRS. Upat met ti naalak na subject - EEE13, EEE33, EEE34 ken Math 54. Haan ku ammu nu maragsakan ak ta diyay prof ko last sem ti math 53 ket isuna manen ti prof ko tata. Nalaing met isuna na agisuro ngem nagrigat met nu agpa-exam. Makapaawan ganas nu isubli nan diyay result ti exam mi. ijay met eee subjects ko ket dagiyay prof ku kuma met laeng last sem ti agablin na prof ko. nagimot met ti crs. haan dak pay inikan ti GE subject, uray maysa laeng kuma. Nagrigat ngamin nu manual enlistment ta haan ak met tri-col tapos diyay apelido pay ket agrugrugi ti 'p'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kayat ku mamet na agisurat ditoy iti ilokano. haan dak met masurun nen ta haan da metten mangeg nu kasatnu ak agsasau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awan maaramid ko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-7682299474785019304?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/7682299474785019304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=7682299474785019304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/7682299474785019304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/7682299474785019304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2007/05/may-seventeen.html' title='may seventeen'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-6366431753413308044</id><published>2007-05-15T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T21:18:29.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yearbook'/><title type='text'>yearbook trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just got my copy of our yearbook. I was kind of bored from reading the messages. I noticed that among those who included me in their Thank You messages, only Nicolo used my name, Danielle. Lahat eh Ayi na yung ginamit. Wala lang. Pansin ko lang. James' message was really funny - those aliases he used on his friends, he even thanked Sir Binas-o and Sir Dacanay (kailangang kilala mo si James para matawa ka sa mga to). I also liked Andrew's message. one-liner: "Thank you world! yes! I did it!"  Tapos dun sa message ni Ralph, he referred to his barkada as Tour De CR Boys. wala lang. nakakatuwa. Dun naman kay Benjoe, merong: "IV Galileo... Thank you sa lahat ng tulong ha?... Sa mga lagi kong kasama... eh salamat sa samahan ha?" What's with the "ha?" ?  Peace tayo, benjoe ha. Dun naman sa profile ni Kaleb, ang motto niya eh "Forewarned is forewarned" pero sa aking pagkakatanda, hindi yun yung motto niya pero di ko maalala kung ano dapat yung eh basta natatandaan ko nung nagbabasa kami ng mga profiles ng yearbook, kanya yung nagstand-out yung motto kasi parang ang lalim or something. Tapos when I read the last lines in the message I wrote, I was like "ew. yak naman ako."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Binalak kong gumawa ng Okrayable Yearbook Profiles pero. Puro thank you's and whatever naman yung mga messages nila. So, I've decided to post na lang etong Class Prophecy. In the Yearbook, this is in a form of a story but I've just listed here na lang each person's prophecy. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;IN THE YEAR 2020:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atty. Faye Angeli Liwanag-Yuzon and Atty. Raymark Estrada are working on a case involving a rich clan said to be connected with drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atty. Daphne Oredina recently addressed the UP Political Science graduating class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danya is a dermatologist who specializes in LASER treatment. Joyce pioneered the use of tar cream. Both are known in America and Europe. Joanna is the consultant of their own company, JTL Geodetic Engineering Services. Althea is a dermatologist who caters to Philippine celebrities like Ella Guevarra and Mikaela Ramirez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kharl successfully discovered a cure for skin cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annette and Abigaile are Asia's most sought-after painters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiza owns a building with an amazing landscape.  Dianne Jade is an interior designer. Kim Hufana is an architect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerwin and Lester plays for the Detroit Pistons. Lester is known as "Hard Court's Bad Boy" and a hall of famer for having the most number of MVP awards. Christine is the chief nurse of the State Hospital in Miami andis now married to Kerwin. They have a 6-year-old son named Wesley. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(Ay nako, gaya-gaya.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan Guerra is a teller at Bank of the Philippine Islands. Aldriah is the bank manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Czarina and Zeena had their first concert here in the Philippines, part of their world tour for their 5th album under Sony Records. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(And it is only after releasing 5 albums that they realize they want to have a concert here in the Philippines, their own country - but clearly, they seem to have forgotten that.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew is one of the most celebrated dancers of Jojo, the first Filipino to perform on Madison Square Garden. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(cochal!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reinalyn and Donnabelle are Asia's Lhuillier and Versace. Gladys is a shoe designer with her own line, Shoesee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atty. Almira Ancheta celebrated winning over a multi-million case against one of the world's most powerful leaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Jonee Valmoja is a well-known pediatrician in the Philippines who has jsut finished attending the International Doctors Conference in Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Architects Bernard, Nicolo, James, Mio, Benjoe, Caasi, Chicky and dominick build Hotspot, the most famous architectural design in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dino, Kenneth,  Jorge, Kaleb, Fema and Julio &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(what an odd group of people)&lt;/span&gt; own a company that creates softwares and online games. The company has exceeeded Microsoft Corporation's sales for five years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ralph is a famous international rock star who has his own clothing line. Shamira is a hiphop sensation and a WNBA player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conrado and Donna are super models. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(what must it be like to see their billboards?)&lt;/span&gt; They endorse Armani suits and Anne Klein watches. Hazel is the photographer behind some of their billboards. She released her portfolio entitled "Candid Shots".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The President of the Philippines recently awarded Jezebel "Most Outstanding Civil Engineering". &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(ay may ganun pala. haha. pag naging president ako, kay Julius ko to ia-award. hehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick, Lennie, Brylle, Dian and Eden are designing the twin towers of the Philippines, which they expect to exceed Taipei 101.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada is a top news anchor at CNN. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(nakaka-envy... wahahahaha... peace!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keithlyn is a pharmacist who owns Mercury Drug. Adona manages FilAm Drug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reina and Krista put up a foundation for the less fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ichie is California's most successful entrepreneur in the field of technology. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(Akala ko ba magiging PHARMACY siya?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khero and Kathy own the number one flower shop in New Jersey. Mary verntured inot the food industry in Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctors Jason, Marvin, Amit, Lupanch, Hannah, Alvin, Shema, and Aaron &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(Akala ko pa naman magiging sikat na guitarer siya. wahaha. guitarer. wahahaha)&lt;/span&gt; are on a medical mession to South Africa to help hunger-striken families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronie, Wilfredo, Vicki, Cristy, Sheryl and Dana are chief nurses in private hospitals in London, Germany, Ireland, France Canada and Los Angeles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(At bakit madaming umalis sa ating bansa? Hay, saan patungo ang bayan nating ito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle Padilla, together with her fiance, Wesley Gonzales, put up a computer company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang sabi sa Class Prophecy, I'll be the author of a book entitled "Lowered Expectations".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASA.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanong ko lang, anong nangyari kay Morris?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-6366431753413308044?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/6366431753413308044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=6366431753413308044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/6366431753413308044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/6366431753413308044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2007/05/yearbook-trip.html' title='yearbook trip'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-4586088756119530370</id><published>2007-04-27T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T14:58:54.899+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>pagtatapos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gusto ko lang i-share tong na-receive kong forwarded na e-mail, yung speech ng valedictorian ng UP this year [hehehe. nakaka-aliw minsan na-feature siya sa isang publication di ko sure kung kule yun o UP newsletter tas sobrang kamukha niya yung isang orgmate ko sa erg, si Nicky] anyways, eto yung speech niya: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mikaela Irene Fudolig – BS PhysicsSpeech at the Commencement&lt;br /&gt;Exercises, UPDApril 22, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that strike me as&lt;br /&gt;being very “UP Diliman” is the way UPD students can’t seem to stay on the&lt;br /&gt;pavement. From every street corner that bounds an unpaved piece of land, one&lt;br /&gt;will espy a narrow trail that cuts the corner, or leads from it. Every lawn&lt;br /&gt;around the buildings sports at least one of these paths, starting from a point&lt;br /&gt;nearest to the IKOT stop and ending at the nearest entry to the building. The&lt;br /&gt;trails are beaten on the grass by many pairs of feet wanting to save a fraction&lt;br /&gt;of a meter of traveling, no matter that doing so will exact some cost to the&lt;br /&gt;shoes, or, to the ubiquitous slippers, especially when the trails are&lt;br /&gt;new.&lt;br /&gt;What do these paths say about us, UP students?&lt;br /&gt;One could say that the&lt;br /&gt;UP student is enamored with Mathematics and Pythagoras, hence these triangles&lt;br /&gt;formed by the pavement and the path. Many among you would disagree.&lt;br /&gt;Others&lt;br /&gt;could say that the UP student is naturally countercultural. And the refusal to&lt;br /&gt;use the pavement is just one of the myriads of ways to show his defiance of the&lt;br /&gt;order of things. This time, many would agree.&lt;br /&gt;Still, others will say that the&lt;br /&gt;UP student is the model of today’s youth: they want everything easier, faster,&lt;br /&gt;now. The walkable paths appeal to them because they get to their destination&lt;br /&gt;faster, and presumably, with less effort. Now that is only partly true, and&lt;br /&gt;totally unfair.&lt;br /&gt;These trails weren’t always walkable. No doubt they started&lt;br /&gt;as patches of grass, perhaps overgrown. Those who first walked them must have&lt;br /&gt;soiled their shoes, stubbed their toes, or had insects biting their legs, all in&lt;br /&gt;the immovable belief that the nearest distance between two points is a straight&lt;br /&gt;line. They might even have seen snakes cross their paths. But the soiled&lt;br /&gt;footwear, sore toes, and itchy legs started to conquer the grass. Other people,&lt;br /&gt;seeing the yet faint trail, followed. And as more and more walked the path, the&lt;br /&gt;grass gave in and stopped growing altogether, making the path more and more&lt;br /&gt;visible, more and more walkable.&lt;br /&gt;The persistence of the paths pays tribute to&lt;br /&gt;those UP students who walked them first – the pioneers of the unbeaten tracks:&lt;br /&gt;the defiant and curious few who refuse the familiar and comfortable; the&lt;br /&gt;out-of-the-box thinkers who solve problems instead of fretting about them; the&lt;br /&gt;brave who dare do things differently, and open new opportunities to those who&lt;br /&gt;follow.&lt;br /&gt;They say how one behaved in the past would determine how he behaves&lt;br /&gt;in the future. And as we leave the University, temporarily or for good, let us&lt;br /&gt;call on the pioneering, defiant, and brave spirit that built the paths to guide&lt;br /&gt;us in this next phase of our life.&lt;br /&gt;We have been warned time and again. Our&lt;br /&gt;new world that they call “adulthood” is one that’s full of compromises, where&lt;br /&gt;success is determined more by the ability to belong than by the ability to&lt;br /&gt;think, where it is much easier to do as everyone else does. Daily we are&lt;br /&gt;bombarded with so much news of despair about the state of our nation, and the&lt;br /&gt;apparent, perverse sense of satisfaction our politicians get from vilifying our&lt;br /&gt;state of affairs. It is fashionable to migrate to other countries to work in&lt;br /&gt;deceptively high-paying jobs like nursing and teaching, forgetting that even at&lt;br /&gt;their favored work destinations, nurses and teachers are some of the lowest paid&lt;br /&gt;professionals. The lure of high and immediate monetary benefits in some low-end&lt;br /&gt;outsourcing jobs has drawn even some of the brightest UP students away from both&lt;br /&gt;industry and university teaching to which they would have been better&lt;br /&gt;suited.&lt;br /&gt;Like the sidewalks and pavement, these paths are the easiest to take.&lt;br /&gt;But, like the sidewalks and pavement, these paths take longer to traverse,&lt;br /&gt;just as individual successes do not always make for national progress. The&lt;br /&gt;unceasing critic could get elected, but not get the job done. The immigrant&lt;br /&gt;could get his visa, but disappear from our brainpower pool. The highly paid&lt;br /&gt;employee would be underutilized for his skills, and pine to get the job he truly&lt;br /&gt;wants, but is now out of his reach. And the country, and we, are poorer because&lt;br /&gt;of these.&lt;br /&gt;Today, the nation needs brave, defiant pioneers to reverse our&lt;br /&gt;nation’s slide to despair. Today, we must call upon the spirit that beat the&lt;br /&gt;tracks. Today, we must present an alternative way of doing things.&lt;br /&gt;Do NOT&lt;br /&gt;just take courage, for courage is not enough. Instead, be BRAVE! It will take&lt;br /&gt;bravery to go against popular wisdom, against the clichéd expectations of family&lt;br /&gt;and friends. It will take bravery to gamble your future by staying in the&lt;br /&gt;country and try to make a prosperous life here. It might help if for a start, we&lt;br /&gt;try to see why our Korean friends are flocking to our country. Why, as many of&lt;br /&gt;us line up for immigrant visas in various embassies, they get themselves&lt;br /&gt;naturalized and settle here. Do they know something we don’t?&lt;br /&gt;Do NOT just be&lt;br /&gt;strong in your convictions, for strength is not enough. Instead, DEFY the&lt;br /&gt;pressure to lead a comfortable, but middling life. Let us lead this country from&lt;br /&gt;the despair of mediocrity. Let us not seek to do well, but strive to EXCEL in&lt;br /&gt;everything that we do. This, so others will see us as a nation of brains of the&lt;br /&gt;highest quality, not just of brawn that could be had for cheap.&lt;br /&gt;Take NOT the&lt;br /&gt;road less traveled. Rather, MAKE new roads, BLAZE new trails, FIND new routes to&lt;br /&gt;your dreams. Unlike the track-beaters in campus who see where they’re going, we&lt;br /&gt;may not know how far we can go. But if we are brave, defiant searchers of&lt;br /&gt;excellence, we will go far. Explore possibilities, that others may get a similar&lt;br /&gt;chance. I have tried it myself. And I’m speaking to you now.&lt;br /&gt;But talk is&lt;br /&gt;cheap, they say. And so I put my money where my mouth is. Today, I place myself&lt;br /&gt;in the service of the University, if it will have me. I would like to teach, to&lt;br /&gt;share knowledge, and perhaps to be an example to new UP students in thinking and&lt;br /&gt;striving beyond the limits of the possible. This may only be a small disturbance&lt;br /&gt;in the grass. But I hope you’ll come with me, and trample a new path.&lt;br /&gt;Good&lt;br /&gt;evening, everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lang pero di ko masyadong gusto. pero opinyon ko lang naman to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, meron akong dalawang nabasa na valedictory speech (2005 at 2006) na sobrang nagandahan ako. eto basahin niyo: &lt;a href="http://www.upd.edu.ph/~updinfo/archives/Pagtatapos05/SummaSpeech.htm"&gt;valedictory speech (Anna Theresa licaros)&lt;/a&gt; // &lt;a href="http://www.econ.upd.edu.ph/downloads/donald_ngwe_univ_grad_speech.pdf"&gt;valedictory speech (Donald Ngwe)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-4586088756119530370?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/4586088756119530370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=4586088756119530370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/4586088756119530370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/4586088756119530370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2007/04/pagtatapos.html' title='pagtatapos'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-5743456575633887676</id><published>2007-04-24T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T10:41:50.663+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>il dire*</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/bs2/blogevolution.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil wala akong magawa ngayon [ay, actually, meron akong ginagawa pero wala lang, baka sabihin ng iba ano...], binabasa ko yung mga dati kong entries sa blog na 'to. Naaaliw ako, more than a year na rin tong brokensunset. Last time, tinanong ni Faye kung saan ko raw ba nakuha yung "brokensunset". Kung papakinggan mo kasi, parang may deeper meaning or something, pero wala. Brokensunset yung pangalan nung dati kong column sa Insights. Dati, gusto ko sa Hale, ayun, yung broken eh galing sa broken sonnet. Tapos yung sunset, di ko maalala kung saan ko eksaktong nakuha yun, basta galing lang yun sa peyups.com. Minsan, gusto kong baguhin yung pangalan ng blog na 'to, palitan ng something na mas may sense o something na mas may meaning sa akin pero ayoko na rin kasi isang beses lang ako nakapagsulat dun sa nasabi kong column sa Insights. So parang eto yung extension nung column na yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natutuwa ako habang binabasa yung mga lumang posts. Ako ba yan? Yak, talaga. Ang emo ko. Ang korni ko. May mga entries ako na gustong burahin [ala. bakit ko ba to sinulat dito? pano ngay kung nabasa niya to? ala. nakakahiya] pero hinahayaan ko na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko alam kung bakit hanggang ngayon nagblo-blog pa rin ako. Wala namang nagbabasa nito. Pero naaaliw lang ako sa aking kunwaring pagshe-share ng mga bagay bagay sa buhay ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last time, nagkita-kita kami nina Faye at Jonee. Nagbadminton kami. Grabe. I lost three pounds pero bumalik din yung three pounds na yung nung kumain kami dun sa bahay nina Faye. Ayun, nanood kami nung A Millionaire's First Love. nakakakilig. wala lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang natutuwa ako pag nagkikita-kita kami tuwing vacation. Iba-iba kasi yung mga schools namin kaya syempre tuwing vacation lang kami nagkikita-kita. Ayun. sobrang I feel blessed sa aming friendship. Wala lang. Noon kasi, I have this fear na baka pag nahiwahiwalay kami, parang things will change, na parang di na kami friends [napaka-childish ko talaga] pero hindi naman naging ganun. Kahit na we don't see each other all the time, andun pa rin yung connection eh. Tapos ganun pa rin yung feeling ko, na ang saya saya nila kasama, na I could tell them everything.&lt;br /&gt;basta. ganun. malabo lang talaga ako mag-explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanina, medyo naglinis ako dun sa kwarto tapos nung dumaan ako sa sala para magtapon ng basura, sabi ni Lorenz "waaa. Hindi ikaw ang ate ko!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos na ang mga araw ng aking pagmumukmok sa kwarto at walang hanggang panonood ng ALIAS. Alam niyo kung bakit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kasi masaya na ako :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* il dire, which means "the telling", is the last episode of ALIAS I saw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-5743456575633887676?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/5743456575633887676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=5743456575633887676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/5743456575633887676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/5743456575633887676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2007/04/il-dire.html' title='il dire*'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/bs2/th_blogevolution.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-1772617277038920097</id><published>2007-04-18T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T16:37:51.423+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vac'/><title type='text'>random quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Ang KJ naman, thesis lang" - Kuya Ray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[wahahaha. Ito ang sabi niya nung nalaman ang dahilan kung bakit wala si Ate Jill sa sem-ender/induction ng Sillag nung Monday last week.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Sillag, medyo naging "active" ako this past few months. hehe. Nung start ng second sem, hindi naman ako nag-aattend masyado sa mga GA pero this year, ayun nag-aattend na rin ako. Since nagsimula yung activity with Rev's (classmate ni Kuya Dustin in a BA class or something) group, nagpupunta na ako dun sa mga GAs and activities. Nung unang meeting kasi with the group, sinabi nila yung tungkol sa kanilang project na kung saan io-observe nila yung org tapos i-evaluate, magbigay ng mga suggestions, etc tapos tinanong kami isa isa kung bakit kami namomotivate na sumali/mag-found nitong org na to. Tapos nun sabi ko, hindi ko alam. Ininvite lang ako tapos um-oo na ako kasi wala namang app process, di naman masyadong matrabaho, parang "ayos lang, sige na nga". Tapos nun narinig ko yung mga reason nung mga upperclass (yung mga nag-found) sa org. Nakwento nila yung mga experiences nila na kapag tinatanong sila kung saang province sila galing at sinasagot nila eh "La Union", tinatanong nila kung saan yun ("sa Cebu ba yun?"); ayun parang gusto nilang makilala yung La Union sa UP. Tapos sabi ni Ate Flau, gusto ko raw niya na parang pag nasa LU siya, andun pa rin yung identity niya as an isko/iska. Dati, ang tingin ko kasi parang "wala lang", parang gusto lang nilang gumawa ng org nila tapos ayun nalaman ko na gusto pala nila na marecognize yung LU sa UP, na gusto nilang mag-give back sa province namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan, balik tayo dun sa sem-ender/induction. Kasama namin dito yung Baguio chapter ng Sillag. Acapulco yung venue. Masaya. outnumbered ang Diliman. hehehe. Ayos lang. Ang daming mga Bio majors sa Baguio, pansin ko lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag-games kami. Una ay yung parang get-to-know-chorva ni Ate Jai. May idinikit siya sa noo namin paper na concealed yung laman tapos nung nalagyan na kaming lahat, ni-reveal na yung laman tapos yung mga adjectives na andun yun yung parang mga traits namin at hahanap kami ng tao na may gusto nung mga yun. I-interview. get to know each other. Meron nang-approach sa akin nung una, tinanong ako kung gusto ko yung mga traits na yun, sabi ko "hindi eh". Bad, Ayi, bad. After makahanap ng partner at nag-interview. Isa isa naming sinabi sa group yung mga bagay na nalaman namin tungkol dun sa partner namin. tapos in-explain yung point nung game na yun. Hindi lahat eh nakakuha ng magandang adjective kaya syempre, hindi assured na may gustong makapartner ka. Actually, hanggang dun lang na part yung pinakinggan ko. (lagot ka kay Ate Jai) Wala lang. Napaisip ako kasi diba nga yung merong akong inayawan. Wala lang. Hindi naman necessarily na eto yung mga characteeristics naman pero dun sa time na yun, naisip ko lang yung mga hindi magagandang characteristics ko (na medyo marami ata), napaisip ako kung bakit ayaw ko na yung isang tao eh may ganitong trait eh ganun din lang naman ako. Wala lang. Parang ang unfair ko naman. tama na nga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunod na game ay yung waterball. Ayun batuhan lang ng mga plastic na may lamang tubig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos nun, nagsisisigaw lang kami dun. Naligo na sila, bumalik kami sa cottage, kumain, nagkwentuhan, dumating si Faye, ayun nagkwekwentuhan lang kami hanggang dumating sina Mama at sinundo ako. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Active pala yung yahoogroups namin ngayon. hehe. natuwa naman ako. everyday (almost) na may narereceive akong update. Wala lang. Napansin ko lang. Nakakatuwa naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(singing) "umaasa kahit na wala na..." -Lorenz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakaupo lang ako sa may kama tapos bigla niyang kinanta yung linyang iyon tapos sinampal ako. Ano ba?! Nakatunganga lang ako eh. Hindi ko alam kung saan kinukuha ng kapatid ko ang mga theory niya tungkol sa mga nangyayari sa buhay ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ang transformation ng graph ng equation ay) parang pagshi-shift sa course, reflect muna bago mag-shift. - Ma'am Bargo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinabi sa amin ito ni Ma'am Bargo sometime last year. Relatively, marami sa mga blockmates/batchmates ko ang magshi-shift sa ibang course next sem. Wala lang. Napag-uusapan lang namin ni Joseph M. last time. Natatakot ako. Actually, nahihirapan na rin ako sa CoE pero stick to EEE pa rin ang drama ko. Natatakot ako kasi baka pag dating pa 2nd/3rd year eh bigla kong ma-realize na ayoko ko pala sa CoE o baka mapatalsik ako sa department dahil sa retention rule or something. wala lang. nakakatakot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaccckkk. ang boring ng summer. paulit ulit ko lang pinapanood ang ALIAS, Little Manhattan at Never Been Kissed. Ewan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-1772617277038920097?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/1772617277038920097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=1772617277038920097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/1772617277038920097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/1772617277038920097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2007/04/random-quotes.html' title='random quotes'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-7126229835646197429</id><published>2007-04-05T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T15:28:12.209+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>tapos na...</title><content type='html'>...ang second sem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/bs2/up12collage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yung week bago yung finals, medyo nalulungkot ako dahil matatapos na 'tong sem na to eh nag-eenjoy pa naman ako. Tapos ngayon, parang naisip ko na "ako? nag-enjoy?". Well, somehow, nag-enjoy naman ako pero... parang iba kasi yung feeling. Ngayong second sem kasi, medyo mas tahimik, mas wala akong ginagawa, parang wala lang. parang ang bilis natapos tong sem na to. ayos lang din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala akong mga kwento ngayon. Boring ang second sem. Madalas nung first sem, naghahanap ako ng tsismis tungkol sa mga dating kaklase, para bang namimiss ko sila or something. Pero nung 2nd sem, hindi na. Nawalan na rin ako ng gana. Madalas, may sarili akong mundo. Lumalayo ako sa mga tao sa dahilang hindi ko rin alam. Most of the time, meron akong sariling mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayun. masaya. tapos na ang second sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[PS hindi pala ako magsummer. dati, gusto ko. pero ngayon ayoko na. dahil (1) pumasa naman ako sa math 53 (yes! hehe. hindi ako makatulog ng maayos mula nung binigay yung result ng 4th LE. pero ngayong nalaman kong pumasa ako, ok na ako.) (2) kailangan kong magpahinga ("talaga lang ha?")]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-7126229835646197429?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/7126229835646197429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=7126229835646197429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/7126229835646197429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/7126229835646197429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2007/04/tapos-na.html' title='tapos na...'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/bs2/th_up12collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-2706049122196488694</id><published>2007-01-02T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T18:13:21.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tapos na...</title><content type='html'>ang Christmas break.&lt;br /&gt;grabe. nakakalungkot. pasukan na naman kasi. actually, hindi ko naman iniisip yung pasukan eh. Wala lang. Parang ayaw ko nang umalis ng sanfer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=xmas pictures to be posted S0On=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-2706049122196488694?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/2706049122196488694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=2706049122196488694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/2706049122196488694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/2706049122196488694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2007/01/tapos-na.html' title='tapos na...'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-208568671458702797</id><published>2006-11-19T04:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T05:02:16.282+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>unang banat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/unangbanat2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/unangbanat.jpg" /&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/17103379-208568671458702797?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/208568671458702797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=208568671458702797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/208568671458702797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/208568671458702797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/11/unang-banat.html' title='unang banat'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-3134852605621609436</id><published>2006-10-28T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T19:15:12.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;An open letter to all my high school batchmates, teacher and other people who became a part of my high school life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy! Kamusta na kayong lahat? Sana ay wala kayo sa mabuting kalagayan, sana ay may depressed, nabuntis, nakabangga, nagtanan, nakipagbreak sa boypren o gelpren, nagkikipagaway, nag-asawa na o napatalsik sa eskewlahan; para naman meron tayong mapagtsismisan. Joke lang. Seryoso. Kamusta na kayo? Sembreak ko na at gusto ko kayong makitang lahat kahit yung mga kinakainisan ko. Hoy! Magpakita naman kayo! Badtrip-in niyo uli ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seryoso na ulit. Nagpunta ako sa Lorma San Juan kahapon. Una kong binisita ang library. Suki ako ng library. Dito ako nagrereview pag may mga quizbee. Dito nagaganap ang mga meetings ng Insights at CCE. Dito rin minsang tumira si Arwana na ilang beses din akong pinagalitan. Ahihihi. Namiss ko si Ma’am MJ ang librarian na super bait sa akin. Hahahaha. Bigla kong naalala nung gawaan na ng thesis, lahat andito na sa library. Yung iba, hindi naman talaga nagreresearch, gumagamit lang ng computer. Nagrereview si Valerie at Denica para sa regional quizbee ng Namnama. Hahaha. Kasali din ako dati dyan. Ang saya sumali sa sirib quizbee. Da best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakita ko ulit si Ma’am Jaime, Sir Dacanay, Ma’am Subala at si Ma’am Villar. Wala naman bago. Na-meet ko na rin yung kapatid ni Jorge, si Patricia. Second year student pala siya sa Lorma. Pumunta ako sa 1st floor. Ngeks. Nilipat na pala sa LRC ang Insights office. Mas maraming na yung table. Haha. Busy ang staff para sa first issue nila. Nagkalat ang mga articles at kung anu-ano pa. Hindi na siya conducive for pagtambay at pagtulog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwentuhan pa konti tapos umalis na kami nina Faye, Jonee at Michelle. Nakasalubong namin palabas si Ma’am Garabiles. Na-miss ko rin siya. Kamusta raw ang college, tinanong niya. Masaya raw ba? Sabi oo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero ewan. Masaya ang college pero hindi ganito yung ine-expect ko dati. Nakakapagod ang college. Magulo. Naaalala ko, dati ako yung sabik na sabik na matapos na ang high school. Parang nung fourth year, nag-aantay na lang ako na mag-college. Habang marami sa inyo ay parang takot pa na mag-college, iwan ang mga kaibigan at kaklase, ako naman ay hindi na makapaghintay pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero ngayong college, may mga panahon na binunuksan ko yung computer ko at tinitignan lahat ng mga high school pictures dun. 4 galileo, up namnaman, apec, buwan ng wika, cadt training, campus idol, Christmas party, battle of the bands, 2 einstein, 3 dalton, fieldtrips, graduation, cce month, intrams, lujc/dspc, prom, retreat at yearbook pictures. Tapos nun, ipapatugtog ko yung playlist na pinapakinggan ko dati habang gumagawa ng thesis at tsaka yung website na requirement sa computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakahiyang aminin pero namimiss ko ang high school. Namimiss ko yung panahon na napaka-simple lang nga mga bagay. Dati sinasabi ko na ang hirap ng high school; kung anu-anong pinapagawa na wala namang kwenta. Pero ngayong nasa college na ako, naiisip ko, pa-easy-easy lang pala ako nung high school. May mga panahon na gusto ko ulit mag-high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko ulit pumasok sa isang building lang. Gusto ko ulit ng gala at CAdT uniform. Gusto ko ulit ng may section. Gusto ko ulit pumasok sa school na hindi pa nakakagawa ng assignment at di nagbasa ng lessons. Gusto ko ulit ng hinahatid at sinusundo. Gusto ko ulit mag-quiz at exam na hindi nag-aaral. Gusto ko ulit gumawa ng mga projects isang araw bago ang submission. Gusto ko ulit umuwi sa bahay pagkatapos ng klase, kumain, at mag-internet buong gabi. Gusto ko ulit makipagkwentuhan tuwing recess at lunch break. Gusto ko ulit kumain ng chicken strips at ginataan. Gusto ko ulit ng mga Physics experiments. Gusto ko ulit magsuot ng ID. Gusto ko ulit magdecorate ng classroom. Gusto ko ulit ng mga monthly activites gaya ng Buwan ng Wika, Nutrition month, intrams, CCE month, campus idol, etc. Gusto ko ulit sumali sa Sirib quiz show, MTAP Math Quizbee, press conference, apec website making, etc. Gusto ko ulit ng field trip. Gusto ko ulit isipin na thesis ang sagot sa lahat ng problema ng mundo. Gusto ko ulit umupo sa ibabaw ng book shelf o teacher’s table. Gusto ko ulit ng class adviser. Gusto ko ulit ng mga permanenteng kaklase at permanenteng schedule. Gusto ko ulit ng kopyahan pag seatwork at homework. Gusto ko ulit ng “sharing insights”. Gusto ko ulit ng mga group activities. Gusto ko ulit ng mga matataas na grade. Gusto ko ulit ng retreat. Gusto ko ulit tumambay sa Insights office. Gusto ko ulit tumambay sa library. Gusto ko ulit dumaan sa fire exit tuwing class hours para bumili ng pagkain. Gusto ko ulit ng away ng mga grupo grupo. Gusto ko ulit ng tsismis. Gusto ko ulit mag-CAdT form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko ulit mag-prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko ulit kasama sina Faye at Jonee. Gusto ko ulit makasama sina “senator” at “LR”. Gusto ko ulit kiligin tuwing makakasalubong o kakausapin ako ni Aaron. Gusto ko ulit iasar kay Morris. Gusto ko ulit makipagkantahan at makipaglokohan kay Jorge. Gusto ko ulit mag-pamela-count-of si Chicky. Gusto ko ulit makitang lumandi si Andrew. Gusto ko ulit pumunta si Lester sa 4Galileo classroom. Gusto ko ulit marinig kumanta si Czarina at Zeena (one love). Gusto ko ulit marinig mag-Ilokano si Eden. Gusto ko ulit makitang tumawa si Dian (na nakapikit. Wahahaha). Gusto ko ulit magsuot ng maling uniform si almira at Shema. Gusto ko ulit ng Pink (joyce) at Yellow (danya). Gusto ko ulit makita ang Bang Jeep (Bang jeep pa rin ba kayo?). Gusto ko ulit mag-ingay sina Kaleb, Keithlyn at Vicki. (Ooopps, di pala sila nag-iingay). Gusto ko ulit magmura si Michelle at Reina. Gusto ko ulit mang-asar at magpa-iyak si James. Gusto ko ulit pagkaisahan ng buong klase si Marvin. Gusto ko ulit marinig ang mga hirit ni Dino (jerk, loser, in your face, etc). Gusto ko ulitmagkikay-kikayan sina Jade at Kharl. Gusto kong magbasa ng tongue twister na maraming si Raymark. Gusto ko ulit tumugtog sina Ralph, Bernard at Aaron. Gusto ko ulit makita sina Ronie, Caasi, Kerwin, Lupanch, Dj, Julio, Mio, Emman, Adona, Cristy, Fema, Mary, Donna, Reina, Kim, Dana, Eden, Lennie, Aiza, Jezebel, Christine, Ada, Sheryl, Althea, Joan, Reinalym, Abie, Khero, Joanna, Krista, hazel, daphne, Hannah, gladys, shane, Kathy, aldriah, Annette, kharl, wilfredo, conrado, benjoe, amit, nicolo, alvin, brylle, van at dania. Wahaha. Sana wala akong nakalimutan. Ang ilan sa inyo ay kinakainisan ko pero gusto ko parin kayong maging part eng HS life ko kasi kung wala kayo, boring na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko ulit mag-flag ceremony.&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/17103379-3134852605621609436?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/3134852605621609436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=3134852605621609436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/3134852605621609436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/3134852605621609436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/10/mahal-ko-kayo.html' title='...'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-116082727633919589</id><published>2006-10-14T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T06:36:57.865+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><title type='text'>guess who</title><content type='html'>Dahil as in super namimiss ko ang high, napagtriptripan ko ngayon ang mga kaklase ko dati. Sa mga batchmates ko, eto, try niyong sagutan. Hulaan niyo kung sino yung tinutukoy sa bawat linya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. emotionless&lt;br /&gt;2. "sinong kumuha ng fudgee bar ko?!!!"&lt;br /&gt;3. "I thought it's Friday" (hint: second year. Mali yung uniform nya)&lt;br /&gt;4. Akala niya tuesday (hint: fourth year. same as above. wahaha)&lt;br /&gt;5. yellow&lt;br /&gt;6.  "Sinong naglagay ng gold fish sa bag ko?!" (hint: first year)&lt;br /&gt;7. Manny Pacquiao&lt;br /&gt;8. "anong scandal yan? panood!" (maraming possible answers dito pero +5 pts ang may sagot na kapareho ng akin)&lt;br /&gt;9. kinirogkirog&lt;br /&gt;10. just for kikays&lt;br /&gt;11. "asaness"&lt;br /&gt;12. "asa" (hint: kakambal niya si #11. Siya rin ang nagpa-uso ng "spirits")&lt;br /&gt;13. "girls get it", "hi ma'am tk!"&lt;br /&gt;14. meow&lt;br /&gt;15. catch a falling star and put in your pocket...&lt;br /&gt;16. "kung wala ka.... ooohhh..."&lt;br /&gt;17. shut up, loser, jerk, in your face&lt;br /&gt;18. butterfly&lt;br /&gt;19. drunken master&lt;br /&gt;20. S is for... (refer to your Cadt notes)&lt;br /&gt;21. chuchal&lt;br /&gt;22. stiff neck (hint: first year.. hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;23. bakit ganun mukha lang niya maputi?! (wahahaha!!!)&lt;br /&gt;24. ewan, ang emotional (medyo marami ata possible na sagot dito pero +15pts ang sagot niyo ay kapareho ng akin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o, ano pang hinihintay niyo, e-mail your answers to &lt;a href="mailto:danyelli@gmail.com"&gt;danyelli@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deadline of submission: November 3, 2006&lt;br /&gt;may prize ang may pinakamataas na score&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-116082727633919589?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/116082727633919589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=116082727633919589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/116082727633919589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/116082727633919589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/10/guess-who.html' title='guess who'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-116061010192496522</id><published>2006-10-12T07:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:16.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hay....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.brokensunset.multiply.com/image/2/photos/9/orig/1/hayskul2.jpg?et=zd8SeTVew5nHnxE44bID3Q"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss high school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-116061010192496522?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/116061010192496522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=116061010192496522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/116061010192496522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/116061010192496522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/10/hay.html' title='hay....'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-115999797470587497</id><published>2006-10-05T05:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:16.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kas2 evalutation letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;[DISCLAIMER: Mukhang nobela ang liham na ito pero sana po tapusin niyo ang pagbabasa. Please. Please. Please. Salamat. ]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Oktubre 20, 2006 Biyernes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sa aking upuan na si Melo,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Magandang araw. Ito na marahil ang huling ng ating pagsasama dito sa kas2. May exam nga pala ngayon tungkol sa mapa ng asya. Alam mo bang hindi ako nakapag-handa/ nakapag-aral para dito dahil nag-DotA ako hanggang hatinggabi? Joke. Nakapag-handa naman ako… sa tingin ko.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Pinalaynilayan ko ng isang oras kung anong dapat kong ilagay sa liham na ito.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p aling="justify"&gt;Sige, umpisahan natin dun sa mismong pagpili ko ng Kas2 bilang isa sa mga GE ko. Alam mo bang napilitan lang akong kumuha ng kas2? Nung nag-prenlist ako nung summer, Kas1 ang pinili ko dahil Philippine studies yun (kailangan ko kasi ng 6 units na Phil. Studies sa kurso). Hindi ko yun nakuha kaya nung registration, prinoblema ko kung ano pa yung isang GE ko na kukunin. Sabi nung babaeng pinagbigyan ko ng form5A, kas2 na lang kunin ko. Ewan ko kung bakit. Siguro naiinip na siya na titignan akong pumili ng subject na kukunin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sa totoo lang, wala akong hilig sa Kasaysayan. Naalala ko nung high school, natutulog/ kumakanta/ nagdrodrowing/ nakikipag-usap sa kaklase lang ang ginagawa ko tuwing History/Social Studies.  Nung high school, naging mangmang ako sa mga bagay bagay ng Caste system, Nirvana, Buddhismo, Shogunato at Chin Dynasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Pero sabi ko, magbabago ako sa college. Gusto kong balikan ang mga leksyon na hindi ko natutunan nung high school. Kukuha ako ng Kasaysayan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Naalala ko nung unang meeting sa Kas2. Nakaupo pa ako sa harapan, yung gitna ng klase. Nagsusulat ng mga mahahalagang bagay o anunsyo na sinasabi ni prof. Binalaan niya kami. Sinabi yung mga realidad sa klase at tsaka yung mga requirements sa klase. Syempre, ganado pa ako nung mga panahong iyon. First week of classes. Excited. Energetic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nung magsimula na ang mga aralin, nababagot na talaga ako. Alam mo ba kung bakit ikaw ang napili kong maging upuan. Dahil malapit ka sa pintuan at malapit sa pader. Pag ako’y aantukin, meron akong sasandalan at pag dismissal na, mabilis akong makakalabas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Wala nga pala akong klase bago ang kas2. Break ko mula 11:15 hanggang 1:00pm. May mga panahon na ayaw ko nang dumating 1pm. Hindi mo rin ako nakikita na nakatambay sa labas ng PH214 bago 1pm. Hindi dahil sa may balak ako na hindi na pumasok sa klase. Ayaw ko lang kasi yung mga kaklase ko sa kas2. Hindi ko alam kung bakit pero naiinis ako sa mga kaklase ko. Alam mo yun, yung wala silang ginagawa sa yo, basta ayaw mo lang talaga sa kanila.  Dito lang sa kas2 yung hindi ko magustuhan ang “environment”. May feeling kasi na parang lahat sila super excited dun sa mga lessons; lahat sila parang napaparticipate; lahat sila interesado. May mga oras na sila ay natatawa sa mga ganito at ganyang jokes pero ako hindi. Naalala ko yung joke tungkol sa steppe. Tumawa sila dun tapos ako hindi. Nagets ko naman pero hindi lang ako natatawa. Nakakainis. Para akong alien.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Alam mo bang ang ipinasa ko lang ata na exam ay ang una at huling exam. Ano bang nangyari dun sa mga iba pang exam? Alam mo ba, kahit hindi halata, nag-aaral din naman ako para dun sa mga exam na yun eh kaya lang hindi lumalabas yung mga inaral ko o di kaya’y nagsasabay sabay ang mga exam ko mga subjects kaya minsan konti lang yung narereview ko tapos hindi pa lalabas sa exam yung nareview ko na yun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Pero kung titignan mo, kasalanan ko pa rin diba kasi pwede naman akong mag-aral mga ilang araw bago yung exam para hindi ako nagka-cram dun sa gabi bago yung exam. Diba? Diba? Sayang nga lang at natutunan ko lang yun nung exam para sa Timog Silangang Asya. Alam mo bang 36/40 ako dun at hindi pa nache-check yung ibang mga parte dun ha! Achievement! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Pero interesado ako. Pramis. Alam mo ba na nung nag-meeting kami para sa AVR presentation namin, nag-absent ako sa scrabble class ko. 8-10am kasi yung scrabble class at 8am din yung meeting namin. Binalak ko na umattend na lang dun 10-12 na class ng scrabble pero pag dating ko dun ay even ang number ng players so wala rin akong kalaro kaya bumalik na lang ako dun sa meeting. Alam ng nakararami na idea nina Ate Jen at Ara yung shadow play at sina Charles at Greg naman dun sa script at kwento pero alam mo ba ako kaya ang conceptualize kung paano gagawin yung mga mismong puppets. Pramis! Ako kaya ang may idea kung paano gagawin yun. Pramis! Ako kaya ang unang gumawa ng shadow puppet tapos dun na nila ibinase yung mga ibang characters na ginamit.Laptop at speakers ko nga rin pala ang ginamit para sa AVR presentation. Tapos ako rin yung nagdala nung paper cups nung AVR presentation na siyang pinaglagyan nung NIPS na nilaklak nung mga player1 ng iba’t ibang mga grupo. At nung food feast, nag-grocery ako nung ilan sa mga ingredients na kailangan para sa lulutuin namin. Tapos may mga gamit din ako na kinuha mula sa aming boarding house. Hindi yun kasama dun sa nacompute na pagcocontribute-an ng grupo ha. Hindi naman sa gusto ko silang singilin noh. Heller?! Gusto ko lang sabihin ang aking mga “contributions”. Ako nga rin pala ang tagapa-xerox ng mga hand-outs ng ibang grupo para magkaroon ng kopya ang bawat membro sa grupo namin (maliban na lang dun sa huling 2 report)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;May effort naman ako kahit papaano, diba? Diba? Diba?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Tingin mo, ano kaya ang grade ko? Alam mo ba na 1.25 ang dream grade ko dito. Pero deserve ko naman ang tres, diba? Diba? Diba? Alam mo ba kung bakit tres? Kasi may ES1 ako, engineering science 1: Drafting. Di pa naman binibigay yung final exam namin dun pero alam mo ba, 60% ang target grade ko para pumasa pero medyo tagilid eh. Pramis. Mahirap yung exam namin. Tanungin mo pa mga blockmates ko. Kung babagsak ako dun at dito sa kas2, baka ma-warning/probation ako. Wag naman baka mapaalis ako Eng’g. Oh. No. Please. No. I love Eng’g. I want to stay in Eng’g. I will stay in Eng’g kasi hindi ako ma-warning/probation kasi tres ako dito sa kas2, diba? Diba? Diba?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Napahaba yata tong sulat ko a. Ano ba?! Di ka naman pala marunong magbasa. Paalam na nga.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Ang estudyanteng hindi nag-vandal sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle P. Padilla&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;NOTE: sa maniwala kayo't sa hindi, ito ang isinubmit kong letter of evaluation para sa Kas2 class ko. Nirequire kasi kami na magsubmit ng isang letter  tungkol sa kas2 class. kahit sino pwede mong gawan ng sulat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-115999797470587497?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/115999797470587497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=115999797470587497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/115999797470587497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/115999797470587497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/10/kas2-evalutation-letter.html' title='kas2 evalutation letter'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-115934569142564116</id><published>2006-09-27T16:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:16.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 years ulit ang lumipas</title><content type='html'>Talagang napaka-dalang ko nang mag-update sa blog ko. Hindi ko rin alam kung bakit. Busy sa mga studies? siguro...&lt;br /&gt;Nga pala, nanganganib ako sa ES1. ano pa bang bago? Tapos na ang formal interview ko sa erg. nag-round 2 pa ako. wala lang. nakakatamad pumasok tuwing lunes at biyernes dahil tapos na ang klase namin sa es1 so vacant time ko from 11:30-4pm. hay, ilang oras ko ring pinagnilaynilyan ang meaning of life. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;eto, puro mga pics na naman...&lt;br /&gt;sa kas2 avr presentation preparation namin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/kas2avr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos ito sa &lt;a href="http://s100.photobucket.com/albums/m11/ergapps06a/gateway%20getaway/"&gt;batchbonding ng ergapps06a&lt;/a&gt; (thanks to inez for the pics) sa gateway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/wesaye_15/gatewaygetaway.jpg" /&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/17103379-115934569142564116?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/115934569142564116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=115934569142564116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/115934569142564116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/115934569142564116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/09/10-years-ulit-ang-lumipas_27.html' title='10 years ulit ang lumipas'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-115749406213740041</id><published>2006-09-06T05:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:16.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after 10 years, nag-update din ako...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;li&gt;Umuwi ako sa La Union nung long weekend (August 19-21). Dala dala ko ang dalawang makakapal (as in super) kong libro sa ES1 at yung book ko sa Math 17. Dinala ko rin yung materials ko para sa Comm3 journal. Napaka-useless din ng pagdadala ng mga ito dahil wala rin akong nagawa / napag-aralan. Kain-tulog lang ginawa ko sa bahay. Well, lumabas din ako. Nagkita-kita kami nina Faye at Jonee. Hay, super miss ko na sila. Despite of the devastating state of weather, talagang nagkitakita pa rin kami. Nakita ko rin si Jorge. Waaaa. Tumaba siya pero ok lang. na-miss ko din si Jorge at lahat ng kalokohan namin. Wala na ang “killer looks” ni Dino. Angat ang level ng kagwapuhan. Tapos si Morris naman ay… ummm…may mga konting pagbabago sa kanya.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;May ginawa kaming “kalokohan” nina Alvin at Aldrix after ng ES1 second long exam. Pamatay naman kasi tong second long exam sa ES1. Ano ba naman kasi yung nasa sectioning?! Parang bomba na korteng jet plane! O diba ang dali dali. Dapat may medic dun sa engg. At hindi dapat pinag-exam ang mga students sa 4th floor baka sila ay tumalon sa lobby after ng exam.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kumanta ako ng Narda para sa second sign ni Kuya Earl      at Magasin para sa first at second sign ni Kuya Archel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nagiging famous na ang isang bahagi ng math walk (hindi ito yung malapit sa sakayan ng jeep, ito yung daanan na magdadala sayo sa NIGS at CS) dahil sa isang incident na nangyari sa akin dun at yung isang tao dyan ay aliw na aliw ikwento sa iba ang mga naganap na pangyayari.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For the first time, natuwa ako sa Kas2. Food feast at kami pa mismo ang nagluto nung food na dinala namin. Haha. &lt;a href="http://brokensunset.multiply.com/photos/album/7"&gt;View all photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/fudfeast.gif" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hindi ako nakapunta sa ERG night. Huhuhuhu. Nakuha na yung sigsheet namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nakakatakot nga pala talaga yung room sa likod ni      oble.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Member na ako ng UP Sillag. O diba, finally, may org      na ako. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li c=""&gt;Ten things I can’t live without in UP. &lt;a href="http://brokensunset.multiply.com/photos/album/6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View all photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/tenthings.gif" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Formal interview ko na (sa ERG) sa September 13.      kinakabahan na ako. Wala pa akong presentation. Good luck na lang sa akin.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Belated happy birthday kina Papa (August 28), Carlo (August 29), Ate Lourdes (August 19). Advance happy birthday kina Alvin (September 10), James (September 13).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-115749406213740041?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/115749406213740041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=115749406213740041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/115749406213740041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/115749406213740041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/09/after-10-years-nag-update-din-ako.html' title='after 10 years, nag-update din ako...'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-115474253913251163</id><published>2006-08-05T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:16.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tambay week (part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/userpic/cheese.gif" align="left" /&gt;Naging sobrang saya ng week na ito para akin. Aside dun sa tambay week at comm3 challenge# 2, Ang daming mga significant events.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nasabi ko na nga dun sa previous post ko na tambay week ngayon sa ERG. Mula nung carebears hanggang dun sa pirates of the carribean, naging masaya ang pagtambay ko sa ERG. Nung Thursday, ang theme ay justice league. Ako si Superman. Halos lahat ng mem eh pinagkamalan akong si Supergirl. Ayoko ko kasi si Supergirl, naka-miniskirt kasi siya. Mas astig si Superman, naka-brief! Hehe. Pero ako si Superman na nagsuot ng shorts at may kapa ni Drakula. Hehehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/jleague/jl5.jpg" height="211" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Arvin, Alvin, Ayi, Gene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/jleague/jl2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;hindi ito ang ERG tambayan. sa harap ng DILC yan. sayang di nakuha yung malaking sundial&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/jleague/jl4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;ginawa para sa akin yung room sa DILC. green yung casing nung mga computers dun. maagang natapos ang klase namin sa ES1 kaya the set containing the block g9ers intersection the set containing the ERG applicants 06A ay tumambay muna sa ERG&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/jleague/jl3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;may impromptu na presentation kami sa ERG. ang characters: si Flash at ang kanyang apat na clones, ang tatlong super girl (haha. naging supergirl na ako), isang estudyanteng nahihirapan sa ES1, isa pang student na nahihirapan sa EEE43, at syempre si ESman (justice league pa ba to?) Nawalan ng love team si flash at yung isa niyang clone kaya sila na lang ang nagsama. haha. uso na ang brokeback ngayon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Gusto ko pa sanang tumambay sa ERG kasi masaya at medyo dumami yung mems na nandun (go! magpa-sign na!) kaya lang may klase sa ako sa Geography. Ayos lang dahil masaya naman ang geography. For the first time, napaka-active ang klase. astig!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/challenge2/comm3grp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Last Tuesday, we had our group interpretation sa Comm3. We're going to combine 2 songs ng beatle tapos di namin siya kakantahin, magiging speech choir dapat ang dating. maganda naman yung performance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So, for our Comm3 challenge#2, we're going to perform that group presentation in three different places in UP where in there are at least 10 people tapos yung sampu na yun dapat hindi mo tinawag or something. dapat bigla bigla na kayong magpeperform at bahala na ang mga mga tao kung kayo'y kanilang papansinin o panonoorin. o diba, astig? agaw eksena!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/challenge2/chal4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/challenge2/chal1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/challenge2/chal2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/challenge2/chal3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;At agaw eksena nga ang nangyari kahapon. lalo na sa AS lobby kung saan kami ay... hay, nakakahiyang ikwento. YUng dalawang place na pinagpalabasan namin ay sa grand stand ng sunken garden at yung isang tambayan ng org sa main lib. Natapos din ang challenge at ang presentation naman sa ERG ang inatupag ko.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Kami yung crew ni jack. ako si Random pirate(RP)#1. ang pangalan ko'y Ar. si Joseph si RP2, si Er. Si Kiko si RP5, si Ur. at alam kong napakahirap malaman ng pangalan ni RP3 at RP4. Ayun, nagre-volve ang kwento sa mga piratang DVD at ang golden DVD player na kulay silver. After nung skit, sumayaw pa kami ng Staying Alive. ang saya!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/pirata/potc1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/pirata/potc2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;pagkatapos ng presentation, nag-celebrate si kuya amiel ng birthday niya. at habang kumakain ay nilulubos naming mga apps ang pagpapa-sign sa mga mems.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;ang daming tao dito sa UP ngayon (hanggang bukas) kasi nga UPCAT. Bigla ko tuloy na-realize dalawang buwan na pala akong nandito sa UP. Eto lang masasabi ko sa mga UPCAT examinees, galingan niyo. Gawin niyo lahat para makapasa sa UP dahil dito sa UP, ibang klase ang saya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-115474253913251163?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/115474253913251163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=115474253913251163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/115474253913251163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/115474253913251163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/08/tambay-week-part-2.html' title='tambay week (part 2)'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/userpic/th_cheese.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-115456103743202158</id><published>2006-08-03T07:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:15.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tambay week (part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/carebear/cb1.jpg" align="left" /&gt;Hay, ang tagal ko ring hindi nakapag-post dito sa blog. Wala lang medyo busy lang sa acads at well… iba pa mga bagay bagay. Applicant ako ngayon sa isang org, yung ERG (Engineering Radio Guild) at ngayong week na to ay tambay week namin kaya ayun may theme bawat araw at kailangan naming mag-costume ayun sa theme sa araw na yun.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=17103379" scr="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/carebear/cb2.jpg" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/carebear/cb3.jpg" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/carebear/cb4.jpg" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/carebear/cb5.jpg" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/carebear/cb6.jpg" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align="justiyf"&gt;Monday. Ang theme: care bears. Nakikita ko lang yug mga carebears pero hindi ko kabisado kung sino-sino yung mga care bears kaya imbento na lang yung bear ko. May mga kasabay naman ako nung tumambay nung umaga kaya medyo masaya. Ang cute cute nga naming mga bears. Heheheh.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/promnight/pn1.jpg" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/promnight/pn2.jpg" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/promnight/pn3.jpg" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Tuesday. Ang theme: prom night. Pero hindi naman pang-prom ang outfit ko. Dinaan ko na lang sa pagsusuot ng tiara. Pero sa pictures, mukha namang nag-prom ako eh. Hahahah. Kasama ko sa pagtambay si Gene, kuya Jayson at Alvin. Medyo konti lang sa umpisa yung mga mems na nandun nung tumambay kami nung umaga. Gusto nga kaming pasayawin ni Kuya Earl eh pero… Dumami din yung mga mems at ayun, natapos din namin ang pagpapa-sign sa mga ARM members.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-115456103743202158?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/115456103743202158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=115456103743202158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/115456103743202158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/115456103743202158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/08/tambay-week-part-1.html' title='tambay week (part 1)'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/carebear/th_cb1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-115210353546833242</id><published>2006-07-05T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:15.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rookie Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/rookiecamp/rc2.jpg" align="left" /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hindi ko naman binalak na magpunta dito pero biglaan na lang nag-tex si Asst. Blockhead Jasfer. Ayun, punta daw kami sa sunken at makisali dun sa mga activities. Ang class ko lang naman pag Wednesday is PE Scrabble kaya nagpunta na lang ako since wala naman akong masyadong gagawin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ang saya saya grabe. Kahit anim lang kami na galing ng G9, ayos lang. super nag-enjoy naman kami. Hindi nga lang ako nakasali dun sa paintball. Kasama rin namin yung mga G17. nanalo nga both G9 ang G17 dun sa paintball. hehe. iba talaga ang mga hina-handle ng ERG. (hindi nga lang ako naka-attend ng apps orientation ng ERG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;...matatapang, matatalino&lt;br /&gt;walang takot, kahit kanino&lt;br /&gt;hinding hindi magpapahuli&lt;br /&gt;ganyan kaming mga taga-G9!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/rookiecamp/rc1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/rookiecamp/rc3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/rookiecamp/rc4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/rookiecamp/rc5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/rookiecamp/rc6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/rookiecamp/rc7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/rookiecamp/rc8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G17!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/rookiecamp/rc10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out na ang kalabang team! yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/rookiecamp/rc11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-115210353546833242?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/115210353546833242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=115210353546833242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/115210353546833242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/115210353546833242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/07/rookie-camp.html' title='Rookie Camp'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/rookiecamp/th_rc2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-115175543666983662</id><published>2006-07-01T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:15.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eeeyeah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/unang_banat/luvknya.jpg" align="left" /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nung Wednesday, nagkaroon ng EEE orientation pero hindi ako nag-attend ng orientation kasi may klase ako sa PE – Scrabble. Humabol na lang ako dun sa block picture taking. After a minute or two nung duamting ako sa melchor hall, yung block na naming agad ang magpapa-picture. Haha. Ang saya naman. Ibibigay ko sana yung phone ko dun sa iba para may copy ako nung pic kaya wala nang oras para gawin yun eh kaya ang mga pictures na meron ako ay yung sa ibang mga block.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/unang_banat/block2.jpg" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/unang_banat/block1.jpg" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/unang_banat/block3.jpg" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Pagkatapos nun, grand pakain na daw. Hindi na ako pumunta dun. Inntay na lang namin nina Reynald at Bryan sina Inez at Kat. Dumating din sila tapos ayun ginawa na namin yung assignment namin sa Marine Science1. Nakakainis na rin konti yang MS1 ha! Wala bang week na wala kaming assignment sa kailangan naming pumunta sa kung anu-anong lugar? Hay, tiis tiis na lang. Isipin ko lang ang Kas 2 ay parang nagiging masaya na para sa akin ang marine sci1.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Kahapon yung walk-out para dun sa pagtutol dun sa tuition fee hike. mga 11:30 eh nandun na sila sa AS lobby. tapos pinuntahana nila lahat ng mga floor. sumisigaw sa mga hallways. nanghihikayat na kami'y sumali dun sa walk-out/rally. ayun, medyo naistorbo yung ilang mga klase na wala namang balak sumali sa walk-out. Pero sana kasi nag-start sila ng mga 1:00 para nabulabog yung klase namin sa Kas2 at walang choice yung prof namin kundi wag na lang ituloy ang discussion kasi maingay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/unang_banat/comm1.jpg" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/unang_banat/comm2.jpg" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/unang_banat/comm3.jpg" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/unang_banat/comm4.jpg" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/unang_banat/comm5.jpg" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;nung friday din meron kaming Comm3 challenge. Bring your groupmates to your favorite place in UP.Ako, yung fave place ko eh yung university avenue specifically yung part ng acad oval na katapat ng melchor hall (natural, engg ako eh). Kay Rio naman, dun sa “walk” from Math bldg to CS at kay Casey ay yung Albert Hall (MBB bldg). Tapos si Monch, dinala kami dun sa “paradise” daw niya. Ibang klase talaga mga FA! Tapos dinala din niya kami dun sa College of Fine Arts. Ibang klase. May sarili talaga silang mundo. Bawat table, locker, bench ay may art work na nakalagay pero sabi sa amin ni Monch, hindi lang naman daw sa FA may “art”, kalat daw ang mga ganun sa buong UP kung papansinin mo lang talaga.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nga pala, kahapon yung hypothermia, yung freshmen night ng engineering pero kahit na gustong gusto kong manood nun dahil dun sa dance &amp; modeling competition at yung concert, hindi ako nanood kasi syempre good girl ako. Tsaka hello yung ganung oras sa akin eh sobrang gabing gabi na. Sabi Airon, mga 11:30 na raw yun natapos. Yung block daw namin ay nanalong 3rd place sa best block. Nung sinasabi niya to kanina sa akin, parang napaisip ako kung paano nangyari yun eh hindi naman ganun ka-active ang block namin. Sa pagkakaalam ko nga, ang konti ng mga G9 na nagpunta ng hypothermia. Hay, bawi na lang tayo sa paint ball!&lt;br /&gt;Tapos kanina, nag-block bonding kami dun sa lagoon. Ang saya saya. Puro games lang. syempre, bonding nga eh. Ayun, may mga kakilala na akong mga g17 at syempre, nakilala ko rin yung ibang g9. Andaya tatlong beses akong taya dun sa ‘nawasak ang oto’ kasi naman ang bibilis nila tumakbo. Super nakakatawa yung game namin ng dugtungan kasi laging napupunta sa EEE rooftop ang topic ng sentence. Haha. Sikreto na lang kung ano yung nasa EEE rooftop. Tapos ayun nag-lunch kami, tapos nagdikit ng mga coupon bond sa likod tapos yung mga block handlers at blockmates naming eh magsusulat dun ng gusto nilang sabihin sa amin o kung ano yung masasabi nila tungkol sa amin. Pero may nagsulat ng “love ka niya” dun sa bond paper ko. Alam ko yata kung sino siya kasi siya lang naman yung may gamit na pink na highlighter eh. Haha. Parang konektado siya kay… hay, kuya, loko loko ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/unang_banat/blckbndng1.jpg" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/unang_banat/blckbndng2.jpg" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-115175543666983662?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/115175543666983662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=115175543666983662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/115175543666983662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/115175543666983662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/07/eeeyeah.html' title='eeeyeah!'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/unang_banat/th_luvknya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-115106822924957284</id><published>2006-06-23T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:15.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>high pa rin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ang aking first official college life pic ang group namin. Seryoso. As in di pa ako nagpapa-picture para dun sa ID. Haha. Kinuha naming ito dun sa bay walk. Haha. Sosyal. May pic pa talaga report namin. Pero mas sosyal yung isang group sa amin dahil as in nagsubmit sila ng album. Todo effort. Pero sa next assignment, mas todo na naman ang gagawin ko. Ang next assignment nga namin eh pumunta sa isang wet market para ilista ng mga pangalan ng mga isda, price range, at syempre scientific name. tipong “ate, magkano po yang tilapia? At ano nga po pala ang scientific name niyan?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/bw1.gif" align="center" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt; Pero kung inaakala niyo na nagsisisi ako sa pagkuha ng MS1 dahil sa mga ganyang requirement na panira ng schedule, (haha, kung alam niyo ang nangyari nung nagpunta kaming bay walk) mali kayo dahil masaya naman ang klase. May mga games at mabait pa prof namin. May pasalubong pa nga kaming lahat galing sa hindi ko alam kung saan siya pumuntang country eh.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ang pinagsisisihan ko ay ang Kas2. as in sobra. Mamamatay ako sa klase sa sobrang boring at kawalan ko ng interes. Grabe. As in super inaantok na ako. Akala ko naman kasi as in lecture lang, konting readings ang Kas2. putragis. Ang daming requirements. Matrabaho siya as in. research. Presentation sa class. “artifact”. Sa totoo lang, mas gugustuhin ko pang mag-Math 17 na lang kaysa mag Kas2. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Isa rin yang ES1. Hindi ako galit sa ES1. Medyo may mga di ako ma-gets. Ano ba yan? Ok naman kaya lang medyo mabilis mag-discuss si prof eh. Pero mabait naman si Prof Jong… pati yung SA niya (hehe… sumipsip na naman. Ate Rich, please bigyan mo ako ng medyo mataas ng grade sa mga plates.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="jsutify"&gt;Balik usapang classes tayo.Hindi ako nagkamali sa pagpili ko sa Geography. Kahit na medyo masikip at mainit yung classroom, ayos lang dahil masaya naman ang klase. May mga games din. Tapos nung bumuo ng mga grupo para sa activity, ang pangalan ng grupo namin ay GEO(G)LOGS- geog geog geog (parang joke joke joke). 3 things na common sa amin: lahat kami ay di pa nakapanood ng oblation run, may friendster at yahoo account, at favorite color naming ay white. Ganun kami mabilis maimpluwensyahan. Sinabi lang ni Kuya physics major na white, white na rin kaming lahat. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Okay, usapang math naman. May math quizbee na gaganapin for freshmen. Ang saya. Di ako sasali. Haha. Nung high school eh pala-sali ako sa mga ganyan pero lie-low muna ako sa mga ganyan noh! Try ko namang maging spectator lang ngayon.gaya na lang nung Comm3 class ko kanina. Pa-lie low na naman ako. Kasi active namana yung mga groupmates ko. Nakasanayan ko sa high school na ako yung palaging leader. At inaantay na lang nila akong may simulang gawin o sabihin at minsan, inantay lang din nila ako na tapusin ko yung gawin. Pero natuwa ako sa comm3 class dahil hindi ako yung nag-i-initiate. Ang saya. Masaya pala na pakinggan din yung ideas ng iba tapos parang comments ka na lang para ma-improve yung project. Galing ni Monch mag-drawing. Hehe. FA eh. Ang naitulong ko dun sa group work naming eh mag-pose para magaya niya yung kamay ko. Haha. Ayos! Pero syempre, may naitulong naman ako dun sa pagbuo mismo communication model kahit na pagkukulay lang.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;E teka, bakit ba nauuwi sa usapang puro acads tong blog ko? Ewan ko rin eh… nga pala, advance happy birthday dun sa kakilala ko na di ako kilala… uy, tatanda na naman sya next week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-115106822924957284?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/115106822924957284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=115106822924957284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/115106822924957284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/115106822924957284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/06/high-pa-rin.html' title='high pa rin!'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-115078573201463354</id><published>2006-06-20T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:15.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First week high!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ang lungkot maging freshman. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Para&lt;/st1:place&gt; kang aanga-anga at walang alam. Pakiramdam ko grade 1 ako na naligaw sa klase ng mga grade 6. hehehe. Nung first day, nag-attend ako sa lahat ng klase na hindi nagco-incide dun sa freshman welcome assembly. Nagpapaka-good girl. Tapos as in super todo mahiyain at tahimik pa ako. Pero hanggang first day lang naman yun.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ang saya rin pala maging freshman. Nung second day onwards, natuto na rin akong maging active, makipagkilala. Dahil bago sa akin ang ilan sa mga subjects (at requirements para sa subjects), feeling ko ang sarap pumasok at mag-aral. Dun sa Marine Science (eto ang maganda sa UP, pwede mong kunin ang subject na gusto mo. Comp engg ako pero bakit may subject akong marine sci diba?) class ko, mabait ang prof. Inulit pa nga yung lecture namin nung Tuesday for those who were absent last time. Dun sa Math 17 class, hay… no comment na lang. Basta nung Monday, super nag-enjoy kami sa klase (may pakana sina Lloyd, Aaron at cotangent. Hahahaha… may nagkaka-developan pa sa block namin. Hehe. Napansin ni Gino). Yung prof ko naman sa Geography eh ayaw niya sa pusa kasi raw feeling close sila kahit daw di ka kilala eh bigla ka na lang lalapitan. Ako din kasi ayaw sa mga pusa. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Para&lt;/st1:place&gt; silang mga spirits na nag-animal form (di ko makakalimutan yung pusa nung 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; year ako). Tapos meron kaming Geogcamp. Wow. Exciting. Tipong extra-challenge daw ito na may kinalaman sa geography. Ang saya naman. Away kasi ni prof ng fieldtrip kasi ang ft daw eh punta sa ka lang sa isang place, magpapagod. Dun sa ES1 (engineering drawing), ayos lang. 3 hours straight ang subject na to. Nung Monday, nag-discuss yung prof naming for about 20 minutes tapos gawa kami kaagad ng plates. Ang galing! Pero mabait yung prof naming. Mabait din yung student assistant niya (sumipsip ba! Yung SA kasi ang taga-check ng plates e kaya dapat kaibiganin. Hehehe) Dun sa kasaysayan 2 class, talagang di pa nagdistribute ng class card ang prof nung first meeting. Kinuwentuhan niya muna kami ng mga “realities of the subject”. (boring ang subject, kailangan super sipag ka to research, reporting, etc.) Tapos dun sa Comm 3 class ko, dapat i-introduce ang sarili. Dapat banggitin ang status. Sabi ko “umm… status… I have a boyfriend but he doesn’t know that I’m his girlfriend so I’m technically single.” &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Ang&lt;/st1:City&gt; &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;PE&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; ko naman ay scrabble. Haha. Sino ba naman ang mag-aakalang pwede pa lang PE ang scrabble! Basta maka-5 wins ka lang out of dun sa 20 games, pasado ka na, tres na agad grade mo pero syempre, kung pwede naman mga tipong uno o 1.25 ang grade, bakit hindi diba?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pag free time ko naman, ang tambayan ko ay sa main library. Wala pa naman kasi akong org na pwedeng makasama tuwing free time eh. Tsaka maganda sa main lib. Masarap matulog dun. Hehe. Pag free time ko rin, nililibot ko yung campus. Wala lang, hinahanap ang mga bagay bagay na kilala sa UP &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;gaya&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; nung totoong Oblation na nasa pinakamataas na floor ng main lib., atbp. Nag-aantay ako ng frat rumble pero wala pa akong nakikita. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hindi pala maganda pag mahihiya hiya ka dito. Dapat laging on the go para makipagkaibigan para may mga kakilala ka na napaka-useful kasi maraming mga group works, etc. Dapat active ka in class hindi parang dun sa ipis ang boses mo. Magpaka-stand out. Hehe.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After a day, pagod ako at medyo gutom. Pero ayos lang din. Masipag at pasensyosa pa naman ako dahil, you know, freshman pa eh.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*parang di akma ang brainy high sa mga UPian. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Para&lt;/st1:place&gt; kasing cinco yung brainy high eh.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-115078573201463354?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/115078573201463354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=115078573201463354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/115078573201463354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/115078573201463354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/06/first-week-high.html' title='First week high!'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-114950963138851931</id><published>2006-06-05T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:15.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tibi</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/userpic/6856.gif" align="left" /&gt;Hindi ko pa naman napapanood yung Captain Barbell (CB), yung “trailer” pa lang naman. Bukod sa ALIAS, adik din ako sa Smallville kaya napansin ko kaagad ko kaagad yung ilang pagkakahawig ng teenager na Captain Barbell at teenager na Superman.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hindi ko alam yung kwento ng CB base dun sa komiks pero sabi ng kapatid ko, hindi raw nanggaling si CB sa outerspace. Dun kasi sa trailer parang nakikipaglaban si Mrs. B at Captain B tapos biglang may nahulog na UFO sa earth, nandun sa loon nun yung batang captain barbell (di ko alam yung pangalan niya eh). Ganun din si Clark, napunta siya sa earth nung nagkaroon ng meteor shower. Dun siya napulot nina Jonathan and Martha Kent, diba? Dun naman kay CB, may nakapulot sa kanya na matanda tapos dinala niya dun sa family niya. Gaya ni Clark Kent, innate na rin ang powers ni CB. Sabi ng nagmamagaling kong kapatid, hindi raw dapat ganun, kasi dun sa komiks at mga movies, hindi innate yung powers niya, nakukuha lamang niya ito dun sa barbell. Dun din sa patalastas, may scene na may inililigtas siya ng lalake mula sa isang nag-crash na car. Sa Smallville, kaya naging best friends sina Clark at Lex dahil niligtas ni Clark si Lex dun sa nag-crash na car. Kung magiging kaibigan ni Richard (sori, di ko alam yung pangalan niya sa show eh) yung lalaking iniligtas niya, hindi ko alam. Tapos may dalawang friend si Richard, si Camille at isa pang actor – na kung ico-compare sa Smallville eh parang sina Chloe at Pete. May ‘Lana’ din sa CB pero hindi ko alam ang pangalan nung actress.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hindi ako nagagandahan sa CB. Maganda naman yung costume niya, na ipinagmamalaki ng GMA kasi ang gumawa/nag-design daw nun ay bigatin (gumagawa raw ng costume ng mga Hollywood super heroes). Mas maganda sana kung bagay kay Richard noh.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Pero MAGANDA ANG THEME SONG NG CB. (Sino pala kumanta nun at anong title?) Gaya ng I Luv NY (natutuwa kami ng kapatid ko habang pinapanood ‘to. Feeling mo naubusan na ng mga ang NY dahil lahat ng mga nakakasalamuha characters eh puro noypi), maganda ang theme song, panget ang show.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dun naman tayo sa kabilang network. As expected, big winner si Kim. I wouldn’t consider myself a fashionista and has a good taste when it comes to clothes pero ang una kong napansin kay Clare nung big night is that ang chaka ng damit nya. Diba naka-ilang change outfit si Toni? ipinasuot na lang kay Clare ang isa sa mga gown nya.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dun naman tayo sa affiliate ng ABS, Hero TV. Ang saya saya dito. Pag wala na akong mapanood, lipat ako kaagad sa Hero. Ibinalik na dun ang Super Gals. Yehey!!! Ang saya saya! ipalabas din nila ang UFO baby na super favorite ko nung second year pa ako!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hay, buti na lang meron ang tv shows na to na gumagambala sa isip ko. Kung wala ang mga ito, magmumukmuk ako, mag-iisip ng mga kung anu-anong bagay (nadedemonyo ako nitong mga huling araw. Ang dami ko kayang naiisip na mga kalokohan) at tuluyan akong maloloka kaiisip sa...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-114950963138851931?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/114950963138851931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=114950963138851931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114950963138851931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114950963138851931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/06/tibi.html' title='tibi'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/userpic/th_6856.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-114890700511597345</id><published>2006-05-29T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:15.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nakakapagpabagabag</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/userpic/polaroid.jpg" align="left" /&gt;Hanggang ngayon, nililinisan ko pa rin ang study table ko at kanina lang ay nahanap ko ang mga class pictures ko nung elementary. Paulit-ulit kong tinitignan ang mga pictures. Normally, pag ginagawa to ng isang tao, ire-reminisce nya ang kanyang mga grade school moments – yung mga katuwaan, kalokohan, atbp. Pero dahil nga abnormal ako, may iba akong napuna dun sa mga litrato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/four.gif" align="center" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung papipiliin niyo ako kung anong set ng class pictures ang mas proud akong ipakita sa public, pipiliin ko yung mga grade school class pics ko. Hindi yun dahil mas cute at mas masaya ako nung nasa grade school ako kundi dahil matangkad ako noon. Napansin ko kasi na sa GS class pics eh dun sa mataas na row ang pwesto ko. Never pa akong nagkaroon ng class pic na nandun ako sa bottom row. Ka-linya ko pa nga sina Dian, Joyce, Jonee, Gerda, Jana, Vicki, at Dianne. Alam kong iniisip niyo na baka naman ganun ay dahil hindi naman gaanong matangkad ang mga kaklase ko. Wait lang, read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/ch1.jpg" align="right" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/ch2.jpg" align="right" /&gt;Naalala ko pa nung Grade 3 ako, sumali ako sa cheering squad ng Team A. (haha. Pag team A ako, dun lang ako sumasali sa cheering squad.) Ako yung pinakabata sa amin. Pero kung nakikita niyo dun sa picture, tuwing formation, hindi ako nasa harap. Pag iaayos ang formation according sa height, ang pwesto ko ay dun sa likod kasama nung mga grade 6 students. Kaya alam ko na matangkad talaga ako, hindi lang dahil sa hindi gaanong matatangkad ang mga kaklase ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos nung high school, nag-enroll ako ng mga late April. Incoming freshman ako, at ako mismo yung nagpunta sa school para mag-enroll. Tinanong nung isang teacher (na hindi ko na matandaan kung sino) kung kapatid ko ba yung i-e-enroll ko. Sabi ko hindi, as in ako yung mag-e-enroll. Sabi niya, hindi raw kasi mukhang incoming freshman, ang tangkad raw kasi. (wala akong proof ng istoryang ito pero pramis totoo yan!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dati rin, sabi ng doktor ko na matangkad daw ako. Tuwing bumabalik ako for check up. Sinasabi niya na “ala! Ang laki mo na… Anong year mo na?” eh grade school pa lang ako nun. Pero iba na ang istorya ngayon. Recently, tinanong ko yung isa kong doktor kung pwede ko nang itigil yung vitamin ko para dun sa dugo kasi nga… mahabang explanation na naman. Kaya ayun, nagpalit ako ng vitamins. Tinanong ko rin kung meron/ ano ang pwede kong inumin pampatangkad. Natawa siya at tinanong kung balak ko bang sumali sa beauty pageant. Naman, wala akong balak na ganun. Gusto ko lang tumagkad. Masama bay un?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/two.gif" align="left" /&gt;Balik tayo sa class pictures. High school class pictures. Putragis. Nasa bottom row ako. There are times nga na gusto kong i-edit ang mga pesteng class pictures para ilipat ko yung sarili ko dun sa mas mataas na row pero low class lang ang scanner ko at super liit naman ang mukha ko dun sa mga class pic. Kainis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko ba kung anong nangyari nung high school? Bakit di na ako tumangkad? Bakit 1 cm na lang ang itinatangkad ko kada taon? Dahil ba to sa kinakain ko? Dahil ba to sa oras ng pagtulog ko? Dati kasi as nung nasa GS pa ako, 8pm tulog na ako. Dahil ba to nakakalimutan kong uminom ng gatas? Side effect ba to nung vitamins ko? Dahil ba to sa pag-inom ko ng kape 3-5 times a day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At eto pa, hindi lang sa mga class pics nagtatapos ang tangkad stories. Nung tinitignan ko rin yung mga group pictures namin ng mga best friends ko, ako rin yung pinaka-pandak (ouch!). Tapos dun din sa mga group pictures naming magpipinsan, kung di mo isasali yung mga pinsan kong 10 years old pababa, ako na naman ang pinaka-maliit (ouch!). Yung ngang hindi kami masyadong kilala ng kapatid ko ay inaakalang kuya ko si Lorenz dahil nga mas matangkad siya sa akin. Leche. Pati nga si Phia, na tinatawag naming ‘utit’ noon, ay mas matangkad na sa akin. Tapos I’m just a foot taller than my twin cousins. Pano na to? Ayoko na tuloy magpapicture at tumabi sa kanila. Huhuhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos sinasabayan pa sila ni papa. Sinasabi niya ang bata pa lang daw nina jhajha at jhingjhing eh malapit na raw yung height nila dun sa akin. Baka raw mamaya, mas matangkad na sila sa akin at si Lorenz ay mukhang kuya ko raw!!! Waaa!!! Tapos sasabayan pa yan ni papa nung nakaka-insultong tawa niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabwisit ako nung sinabi nung isang tita ko (nangyari to nung nag-apply ako for APE, galing akong CS at hinihintay nila ako sa sasakyan) na hindi raw ako mukhang college freshman. Parang bata lang daw ako. Waaa!!! Para ko siyang gustong sakalin, itulak at ipasagasa dun sa dumaan na ikot jeep. Ganun ako ka-conscious sa height ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Importante sa akin ang height. Ewan ko pero feeling ko ang ganda ganda ng katawan mo pag matangkad ka. Ang saya saya kaya mag shorts at skirt pag mahaba legs mo at matangkad ka. Hindi ko na kailangang pang ipaputol yung pants na bibilhin ko tama lang naman sa akin, kasi matangkad ako. Ang pangit naman pag ang pandak mo tapos matangkad boyfriend mo (hmm… Bakit ko ba to naisip?) At pag may kaaway ka, ang saya kayang tingnan siya pababa at sabihing “ano, may angal?” Syempre, intimidated siya, tangkad mo eh! Alam kong ang babawa ng mga rason na yan pero importante talaga sa akin ang height. As in tatalon ako 246 ft above the ground pag tumangkad ako ng 7 inches. Alam ko na ako na ako na ang pinakamasayang tao sa mundo pag naabot ko na ang height na 5’9”. Bakit ba ganito? Ito na ba yung sinasabi nilang growth gap?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-114890700511597345?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/114890700511597345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=114890700511597345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114890700511597345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114890700511597345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/05/nakakapagpabagabag.html' title='nakakapagpabagabag'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/userpic/th_polaroid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-114890837073988707</id><published>2006-05-29T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:15.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iyak ka na a</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/userpic/twin.jpg" align="left" /&gt;Iyakin ako. Noong bata nga ako, hindi ko lang makita yung tita ko na nagbabantay sa akin eh, iiyak na ako kaagad. Marami na ring movies na nagpa-iyak sa akin. Madaling tumulo ang luha ko. May masabi ka lang konti na nakaka-touch or nakaka-konsensya hahagulgol na ako. Yung mga mababang score sa exam at grade eh iniiyakan ko pa. Mababaw ako. Mapagsabihan/masigawan lang ako ni mama eh iiyak na ako. Minsan nga, pag nag-aaway kami ni jhingjhing, eh napapaiyak niya ako. pero dahil bata lang siya, kailangan ipakita ko na strong ako at kayang kaya ko siya kaya pinipigilan ko ang pagluha ko, at sinasabi sa kanya na "iyak ka na a... iyak ka na a..." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Pero yung nakita/nabasa ko sa computer ko (bago ako nag-type dito sa blogger) ay isa sa mga pinakamababaw na dahilan ng paiyak ko sa buong buhay ko.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-114890837073988707?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/114890837073988707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=114890837073988707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114890837073988707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114890837073988707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/05/iyak-ka-na.html' title='iyak ka na a'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/userpic/th_twin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-114882379117173459</id><published>2006-05-28T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:15.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/userpic/no.jpg" align="left" /&gt;Bakit natanggal si Jamilla? Ang bet ko kasi sa big 4 ay si Mikee, Kim, Gerald at Jamilla. At ang gusto kong maging big winner ay si Jamilla, simply because she needs the money para dun sa anak niya. Well, she seems happy naman na natanggal siya…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit si Taylor ang American idol?? Bakit? Bakit? As in super ine-expect ko na manalo siya. Pero ok na rin kasi simula ang alam ko eh puro babae ang mga nagiging American idol. So, it’s nice na rin… para naman maiba… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masakit ang ipin ko. Waaa!!! Last week kasi ay %$%$#@$ (masyado na akong madaldal)&lt;br /&gt;Pero sa lagay na to ay nakapaglaro pa rin ako ng taguan. Minsan nakaka-miss maging bata. Suuper mandaraya kami ni Lorenz. Lagi kaming nag-uusap kung 'black' o 'white' sa hompyang (tama ba yun?) para laging taya si Jhingjhing. Kawawang bata. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advance happy nth birthday pala sa lola ko! (where n&gt;60) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto pala ang logo naming mga eeefreshies. Astig? Astig! Hindi ako ang gumawa kundi yung blockmate ko na si Gino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/eeelogo.jpg" align="center" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week pala ay naasiwa ako dun sa spelling ng 'bukas' ni Jorge. Ang gamit kasi niyang spelling ay 'bookas'. Sinabi ko sa kanya na di na ako kailanman gagamit ng mga words gaya ng "bwahahaha", "dalerbz" (na napulot ko sa... mali pa spelling ko), "chuva", "ek ek", "heler" at mga kung ano pang words na di nakikita sa dictionary. ang hirap pala kaya binabawi ko na yung sinabi ko noon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-114882379117173459?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/114882379117173459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=114882379117173459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114882379117173459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114882379117173459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/userpic/th_no.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-114855388215052737</id><published>2006-05-25T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:15.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>halo halo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/userpic/ino.jpg" align="left" /&gt;NASAAN NA SI MATT? Bakit ganun? Na-evict na naman ang isa sa mga paborito kong housemate. Dalawa na ang natanggal, si Matt at Nina. Go Mikee! Go Kim! IDOL! Ngayon na magkakaalaman pero hindi ako nanonood eh. Basta bet ko si Katherine. Go Katherine Mcphee! Balitaan niyo na lang ako kung sino ang nanalo, okay? IMPOSIBLE! Guys, wag niyong papalampasin ang Mission Impossible III. Ang ganda! Grabe! Pamatay ang mga explosions! MASAYA ANG BAWAL! I don’t know the details pero bawal ata ipalabas ang Da Vinci Code dito sa Pinas. Eh bakit yung libro di bawal? Tsaka hello! Bakit naman bawal? Dahil ayaw ng simbahan?! Kasi maapektohan nito an gating paniniwala? Hello! Ang alam ko fiction ang Da Vinci Code. Fiction. Fiction. Masyado namang nagpapadala ang isang manonood pag di na siya maniniwala sa diyos dahil sa napanood niya sa Da Vinci Code. Yung tungkol sa Priory of Scion (tama ba spelling), Mary Magdalene at yung anak daw nila Jesus ay FICTION. Pakana lang ni Dan Brown para makilala siya sa buong mundo. Papansin kumbaga. Bwahahahahaha!!! Meron na ako nung VCD, original pramis, na dokyu na ginawa ng National Geographic na sinasabi na walang katotohanan ang mga pinagsusulat ni Brown. Wala pa kasing pirating Da Vinci Code nun. Kung meron kayo, pahiram naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang tagal ko na ring di naka-post dito. Wala akong masabi eh. Wala na rin akong natatanggap na mga weird na phone calls. Mga weird na text messages, meron. Bwahahaha!!! Wala akong magawa. Kumakain lang ako at nanood ng tv all day. Paulit ulit kong pinanood ang mga movies na meron kami dito. Ang boring. Ito na ang pinaka-boring na summer vacation. Seryoso. Hindi kami nagpupuntang beach or some place else. Kasi naman no nagsisimula na ang tag-ulan. Ang lungkot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nga pala, basahin niyo dito sa &lt;a href="http://www.lagsh.com/index.htm"&gt;laxtig&lt;/a&gt; (hanapin niyo na sa mga posts niya) yung lyrics ng Narda (Bakla version) ni Chokoleit. Super landi. Hindi ko kinaya ang mga salitang ginamit niya. Ang tindi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil feeling ako, ala livejournal ang post ko ngayon. O diba may user pic. Ang cute diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week pala, nilinis ko yung study table ko. At kung kilala niyo ako, alam niyo nang hanggang ngayon ay hindi pa natatapos ang paglilinis ko. Nahanap ko yung burn book ko. Ala mean girls. Isa yung makapal na libro, pula ang cover, binubuo ng mga pinagtagpi-tagpi kong mga coupon bond. Bawat student sa batch namin ay may isang page na naka-assign. Pag may feel akong sabihin dun sa tao yung pero hindi ko masabi nang personal (dahil kung nagkataon ay mauuwi ito sa suntukan, sabunutan at walang hanggang murahan), sinusulat ko yun sa burn book. Ngayong fouth year ko lang sinumulan ang project burn book (at alam niyo naman kung gaano ka-busy ang year na ito) kaya konti lang yung nasulatan ko. Pinunit ko yung mga pages na may sulat tapos binigay k okay Jhajha ang burn book para gawin niyang drawing book. Pero may isang page akong di napunit. Ito ay dun sa kaaway kong itatago natin sa scientific name na Corallus canina. Sabi ni Jaja “Ate sino tong si Corallus canina.” “Ay, kaaway yan ni Ate. Yan kasi yung burn book ko (napanood na rin niya yung Mean Girls kaya no need to explain)” sagot ko. “eh, bakit mo siya kaaway” “kasi isa siyang bobongpwet” Hindi niya naintindihan kaya di niya sa nagtanong pa. bwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-114855388215052737?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/114855388215052737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=114855388215052737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114855388215052737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114855388215052737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/05/halo-halo.html' title='halo halo'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/userpic/th_ino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-114786884864241102</id><published>2006-05-17T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:15.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the phone call...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img height="212" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/aack2.jpg" width="261" align="right" border="0" /&gt;Kung bigla kang naka-tanggap ng phone call galing kay Sadako, ano'ng gagawin mo? Eh paano kung si Sadako eh hindi lang pinag-ring ang telepono mo, kinausap ka pa, ano'ng gagawin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ganito ang experience ko kanina. Biglang nag-ring yung isang telepono namin, yung walang caller id. Si JhaJha ang sumagot. Sabi niya, di raw niya maiintindihan yung caller. Ipinasa nya sa akin. Sabi ko "hello. sino 'to?". Syet, intake yung puso ko nung sinabi nung nasa kabilang line na "si zxcv*" Binaba ko kaagad yung telepono. Ang una kong naisip eh si zxcv talaga yun. Nagpaparamdam. gumaganti. Ano ba?! huhuhuhuhu. stop na.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nagtaka sina Lorenz at Anti kung bakit binaba ko kaagad yung phone (with force talaga yung pagbaba ko). Nag-ring ulit. Si Anti ang sumagot. "Ano'ng spirit fm ka dyan!!! Maling number ang tinatawagan mo!!!" Tahimik ko na lang na itinuloy ang kung anumang bagay na ginagawa ko sa kompyuter ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hay... may dalawang hiling ako ngayon. ang isa ay may bahid ng kasamaan kaya di ko na lang isisiwalat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pag nagkatotoo ang mga hinihiling ko, ito ang mga bagay na handa akong gawin:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Hindi ko na aawayin pa si JhingJhing. Maging pantay na ang pagtrato ko sa kanila ni JhaJha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. Susundin ko lahat ng iuutos sa akin ng mga magulang ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. Lilinisin ko na ang study table ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. Hindi ko na i-edit ang mga pictures ng kaklase ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. Hindi na ako manglalait ng tao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6. Hindi ko na pagtritripan si zxcv*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7. Hindi na ako magiging tsismosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8. Hindi na ako makiki-alam o kukuha ng gamit ng kapatid ko at parents ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;9. Ibibigay ko na ang monitor ko sa kapatid ko. Ilang buwan na rin nyang hinihingi sa akin to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;10. Hindi ko na pagtritripan si zxcv*. (nasabi ko na pala 'to)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-114786884864241102?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/114786884864241102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=114786884864241102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114786884864241102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114786884864241102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/05/phone-call.html' title='the phone call...'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-114778241528774576</id><published>2006-05-16T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:15.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ang saya-saya naman may yahoogroup kaagad ang mga eeefreshies. ayos kasi I can get to meet some of my classmates/ blockmates. haha. para may kakilala ako agad sa first day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nag get-together kami Jonee, Faye at Joanna. hay, ilang buwan na naman bago kami magkikita-kita ulit. Ang dami kogn chika na nasagap. hahaha. parang feeling ko for the past month eh tumira ako sa planet pluto at ang dami kong na-miss na mga happenings dito sa earth. ano ba yan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Marami pa sana akong sasabihin pero wala ako sa mood, I'm kind of depressed. Una, dahil dun sa nalaman ko dahil kay zxcv*. Pangalawa, dahil dun sa nalaman ko tungkol sa sarili ko. Marami na akong naka-away. Mas marami pala akong kaaway na hindi ko pa kilala. Minsan, ang sama pala ng feeling pag may nasasabi sila sayo "pag nakatalikod ka" ang masakit, yung wala kang masumbat kasi alam mong totoo naman yung sinasabi nila. They make me realize the bad person I've become.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pero ayos lang. ayos lang. This depression will be gone in a few hours. balik super happy na naman ako bukas. ganun naman lagi. alam ko namang pag mas iniisip ko kung ang mga walang kwentang bagay na 'to, maloloka ako at tatandang dalaga. bwahahahaha!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-114778241528774576?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/114778241528774576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=114778241528774576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114778241528774576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114778241528774576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/05/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-114752766520766395</id><published>2006-05-13T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:15.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ano ba'ng bago?</title><content type='html'>Kahapon, nagpunta ako sa school para ibalik yung toga at para mag-"work" dun sa Insights folio and yearbook. Wala na daw yung second issue ng insights. we'll just have the folio. so instead na meron kaming column, informal essay na lang. hay, ano na naman kayang isusulat ko?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-114752766520766395?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/114752766520766395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=114752766520766395' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114752766520766395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114752766520766395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/05/ano-bang-bago.html' title='ano ba&apos;ng bago?'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-114743830046211684</id><published>2006-05-12T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:15.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasok sa Banga!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(may 9) Enrollment: briefing muna. dun sa college of engineering. I noticed na andaming guys (about 2/3of the pop.)  sa department ko, which is EEE (yes, computer engineering ang kukunin ko). during the briefing the dean said something like "there are only two universities in the country: university of the philipines and others. there are only two colleges in UP: college of engineering and others." after that, we were advised about what subject to take, etc. nandun din yung student council ESC. ewan ko pero parang nakita ko si zxcv* siguro kamukha lang nya. siguro siya talaga yun. ESC naman sya eh. after nun, enrollment na sa palma. UP = University of Pila. It took me more than two hours para matapos sa registration. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(may 10) Freshmen Orientation: masaya. akala ko eh super formal na idi-discuss yung mga rules. anong bawal. matakot na kayo sahil hindi basta ang eskwelahang ito. anong dapat gawin para ma-survive ang college life. pero wala lang. it turned out to be &lt;em&gt;masaya&lt;/em&gt;. it's like every two minutes eh nagtatawanan kami. ang cool ng mga hosts sina kuya benzon and ate marge. kaming mga UPian daw eh hindi lang simpleng "oo" ang sagot dapat "pasok sa banga!" so everytime they say "masaya ba kayo na nasa UP Diliman kayo?!" automatic ang answer, "pasok sa banga!" then most of the time kuya benzon and ate marge were making jokes like "'di na naman tayo mahirap a! sosyal tayo! mayaman tayo! sino ba kasing may sabing mahirap tayo''yung mga taga-katips at taga-taft'" "kung gusto niyong mag-swimming punta kayo dun sa Spain(UST, Espana) pag baha" "tayo lang ang mga olympic size na swimming pool. walang ganyan sa Spain" parang alam ko na kung paano nagsimula ang mga school jokes. Kumanta rin ang UP Chorale (yung soloist lang nila na super super galing), UP Broad Ass at UP Staff Chorale (super amusing). the last part was the presentation of the pep squad. tinuruan kami ng mga cheers at ang kanilang corresponding choreography. meron yung isang cheer na medyo natagalan kami matutunan. sabi nung isa sa pep squad "pag nakuha nyo to within two minutes, papasa kayo ng math 17". nakuha ko sya after mga three minutes. ano yun? sign ba ito na di ako papasa ng math 17? eh diba algebra at trigo yun? di ako papasa? ganun ba talaga kahirap ang math 17? eh engg naman ako, at may alam naman ako kahit konti tungkol sa math a! 5 units pa yun. ah hindi, papasa akong math17.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;pag may nakikita akong mga magkakaklase/ school mates na super ingay, naiinis ako. bakit ganun? wala akong kasama. ang lungkot ng buhay ko. ayos lang makakahanap din ako ng buddy/friend sa pasukan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(=Chika!=) medyo nawalan ako ng contact sa mga batch mates ko (except sina Faye, Jonee, Joanna and Jorge- na halos ka-chat ko every other day) some of the updates: Some of my GS and HS batch mates are going to SLU. Some of my batchmates are going to Lorma. May mga naging "sila", mag mga nag-break up. Merong pa ngang napapabalita na si Girl* at si Boylalush* ay mag-"on" na raw. (GG material na ba ako? haha. ASA.) Anyways, nachi-chika na itong si Girl at si boylalush ay mag-on na sa friendster daw napansin ng mga KO (Keen Observers) ang naturang mga pictures nilang dalawa. hay ewan. at merong din mga bulletin na pini-post itong si Girl* na may subject na "para kay (insert name here)" tapos dun sa message eh parang sinasabi niya na friends lang daw sila ni boylalush at na ang pictures nila ay "echus" lang. hindi ko dapat ipo-post to kaya lang napaisip na siguro papansin lang sila. Isipin niyo: bakit kailangan ni girl na ilagay sa bulletin ang mga gusto niyang sabihin kina (insert name here). diba? bakit hindi na lang niya bigyan ng private message ang mga KO? unless gusto nyang ipapansin sa lahat ang nabubuong isyu? diba? (ang sama ko.haha, ayos lang. wala na ako sa lorma at hindi na ako bounded by the rule na bawal magkalat ng gossip. to whom this may concern, mag-comment lang kayo pag may mali tungkol sa mga detalye. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-114743830046211684?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/114743830046211684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=114743830046211684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114743830046211684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114743830046211684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/05/pasok-sa-banga.html' title='Pasok sa Banga!'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-114700643178159113</id><published>2006-05-07T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:15.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>basketbol!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kahapon, tinanong ako ni Dian (di ko sure kung si Dian nga kasi di naka-register sa phonebook ko yung number, basta alam ko lang na si Dian yun) kung manonood ako ng PBA game sa sabado (May 13) sa Ortega Gym/sports center/whatever. Sabi ko, hindi ako manonood. Suprised ba kayo? Siguro akala niyo hindi ko papalampasin to. as in super di papalampasin. SMB eh. wesley! wesley! wesley! pero hindi ako manonood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bakit? una, hindi ko alam kung saan yang ortega gym na yan. seryoso. walang biro. Taga- San Fernando ako pero di ko talaga alam kung saan to. Pangalawa, wala akong pera/nagtitipid ako.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wish ko lang eh pumunta yung Coca-Cola team at SMB (kasi Coca-Cola is under SMC eh) ay magpunta sa Coke Carlatan plant. Parang nung last time na nagpunta yung koponan ng Coca-Cola dito sa La Union, pumunta sila sa Coke plant para mag-sign ng mga Coke basketballs kaso di pa ako maka-PBA noon (si Lorenz nga ang nag-punta). 4am pa lang. nandun na ako.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-114700643178159113?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/114700643178159113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=114700643178159113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114700643178159113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114700643178159113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/05/basketbol.html' title='basketbol!'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-114643905726474217</id><published>2006-05-01T07:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:14.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tips daw</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear Phia, Jha Jha and Jhing Jhing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kaka-gradweyt ko lang sa high school. Natuwa ako dun sa tex ni uncle sitong na sana raw, ikaw, phia ay gumaya sa akin. Hahahahaha!!!!! Kaya eto papayuhan ko kayo nina jhajha at jhingjhing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mag-aral kayong mabuti. Alam kong marami na ang nagsabi sa inyo nito pero ganun talaga tp ka-importante kaya inuulit ko. Mag-aral kayong mabuti. Kapag hindi niyo yun nagawa, walang kwenta kayong gragradweyt at patuloy kayong iko-compare sa akin. Iwasan magkaroon ng line of 7 na grade. May mga unibersidad na ayaw na nagka line of 7 na grade ang estudyante. Pag-aralan in advance ang mga lessons. (Eto ang hobby ko pag dating sa mga math subjects.) Pilitin niyong gumawa ng mga matitinong research papers at formal theme. Wag puro copy paste hocus pocus mula sa internet lang ang i-submit. Kailangan nyo rin matutunan ang English. Kahit anong mangyari, dapat maging fluent kayo sa English. Wag gumaya sa ilang mga kakilala ko na baluktot ang Ingles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero dapat gumawa rin kayo ng konting kalokohan pag minsan. Batuhin ng eroplanong papel ang teacher. Mangupit ng buhok ng kaklase. Mang-away ng kaklase. Mapa-iyak ng kaklase. Manuntok ng kaaway.  Mangopya kayo ng sagot ng kaklase. Magpakopya kayo. Pero MINSAN lang. ok? Tapos wag puro aral. Dapat ay matuto rin kayong makipag-chat, mag-friendster, gumawa ng blog. Ok? Dapat ay maging mahusay kayo sa paglalaro ng GTA, Free Style at Ran Online. Iba na pag well-rounded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masaya ang prom. ito ang high school memory na pinaka-itre-treasure mo. Haha. Magpakasaya ng husto sa inyong junior year. Gawin na lahat ng kalokohan para pwede ka nang mag-seryoso sa fourth year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pakiramdam ko kasi natapos na ang high school life nung third year ako at kaya lang ako nag fourth year ay para mag muni-muni at gumawa ng thesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dapat pag dating mo ng fouth year, alam mo na dapat kung anong kukunin mong kurso sa college. Para hindi ka nagmi-mini-mynie-moe sa college application forms. Eto ang payo ko: kumuha kayo ng kursong magpapayaman sa inyo. Pero ang pre-requisite nyan eh yung kursong gusto niyo talaga, yung makakapag-pasaya sa inyo. Wag kumuha ng nursing dahil lang sa “in demand” at para makapag-abroad. Wag kumuha ng Management/ Engineering dahil yun ang gusto ng magulang mo. Wag kumuha ng architecture dahil lang yun ang course ng crush mo. Wag mag-aral ng law, medicine, architecture at engineering dahil lang sa gusto mong magkaroon ng “title” (ahem. Parang ako to --  dati. Haha. Kasi in the future, magiging plain “Ms.” lang ang title ko dahil kukuha na ako ng ____ secret muna.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wag muna kayong magboypren sa hayskul. sa college, mas marami kang makikilang super gwapo, super matalino,  super responsible, etc… (di ko pa to napapatunayan, sabi sabi lang. Tex ko kayo pag totoo.) dyahe naman pag “in a relationship” ka na. Tandaan mo ring meron pang mga mas mahahalagang bagay kaysa sa pagiging cute at sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maghanap ka ng kaibigan, hindi barkada. Yung tipong maasahan mo kahit anong oras o sitwasyon, hindi yung game na game lang pag mga gimik o pag kailangang magpatutor sa algebra. Iwasan ang mga babaeng pag-aapply lang mga powder at lip gloss ang alam gawin. Iwasan ang mga conyo. Iwasan ang mga estudyante umiinom at naninigarilyo. Iwasan ang mga pinaghihinalaang drug users. Iwasan ang mga “plastik”. Dapat magkaroon kayo ng mga kaibigang weirdo, witty, madaldal at masayahin. Pero pwede mo yang baliwalain basta alam mong pinapahalagahan ka niya at totoo siya sayo. Dahil ang isang tao pag totoo siya sayo at pinapahalagahan ka, magiging kaibigan mo yan panghabambuhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan lang muna. Susulat ulit ako pagkatapos ko magtapos sa kolehiyo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-114643905726474217?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/114643905726474217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=114643905726474217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114643905726474217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114643905726474217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/05/tips-daw.html' title='tips daw'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-114596702232656023</id><published>2006-04-25T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:14.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the best birthday gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;haha. malayo pa ang birthday ko but I just want to share this e-mail I received from one of the members of Wesgon15 about the birthday gift she received&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;hi&lt;br /&gt;guys...kamusta??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just want to share my story... pls bear&lt;br /&gt;with me... happy lang tlaga ako today...as in.... very very very&lt;br /&gt;happy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hours ago, a mailman went to our house to&lt;br /&gt;deliver a letter... i thought galing lang un sa smart or sa insurance company so&lt;br /&gt;i moved closer to him... pagtingin ko sa sobre, i noticed that it looked very&lt;br /&gt;familiar &amp; when i held it in my hands, nakita ko penmanship ko.... then i&lt;br /&gt;ran inside and nagsisisigaw na ako... i knew it was a surprise... sa labas&lt;br /&gt;nakalagay " dont fold picture inside" tpos galing cya sa sampaloc post&lt;br /&gt;office...so when i opend it, picture nga ni wesley!!!! i could not&lt;br /&gt;blieve na ung picture na un galing kay wesley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;share ko na din&lt;br /&gt;y he sent me a pic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd week of july 2004(ata un) I made a letter&lt;br /&gt;for wesley in time for his bday... inilagay ko un sa collage that i made fo&lt;br /&gt;him... so bulky tlaga un letter na un...sa letter i asked wesley kung&lt;br /&gt;pwede makahingi ng pic nya... i sent my mail through THE&lt;br /&gt;BASKETBALL SHOW and i enclosed a stamped envelope ...by that saturday, nabasa&lt;br /&gt;kaagad nmi Mr. Velasco ung letter ko at sabi nya ifoforward daw nya un kay&lt;br /&gt;wesley...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by december 2004, i saw wesley featured sa THE&lt;br /&gt;BASKETBALL SHOW MAILBOX reading my letter... tpos sabi nya ganda daw&lt;br /&gt;ng ginawa ko, d daw halatang makawesley!!!! tpos promise nya he'll&lt;br /&gt;send me a pic....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more than a year na ang dumaan &amp;amp; i totally&lt;br /&gt;forgot about that kc i already had his picture taken when i watched pba roadshow&lt;br /&gt;game dito sa lugar namin.... but na surprise tlaga ako kanina when the envelope&lt;br /&gt;was handed to me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaaaayyyyy.....i know im very lucky.... sabi&lt;br /&gt;ko nga in 2days time, ill be celebrating my birthday and this is the best&lt;br /&gt;birthday gift i ever received.....the more na humanga ako kay wes.... i am&lt;br /&gt;really thankful that he took time off to send me a&lt;br /&gt;pic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WES, thank you so&lt;br /&gt;much!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un lang po....thanks for reading it&lt;br /&gt;michelle&lt;br /&gt;ann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hay... sana sa birthday ko rin ay makatanggap ako ng ganyang gift! at sana hindi lang kay Wesley galing... sana meron ding galing kay Victor Basa, Sheldon, Bruce Quebral, *stage one* at *zxcv*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Advance happy birthday sa aking lola(may 31)!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-114596702232656023?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/114596702232656023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=114596702232656023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114596702232656023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114596702232656023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/04/best-birthday-gift.html' title='the best birthday gift'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-114587671195678395</id><published>2006-04-24T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:14.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ewan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;putragis na APE na yan. syet. pinasakit ng todo ang utak ko. Kung sabagay, kasalanan ko rin lang naman eh. Nung april 5 ako nag-apply which gives me two weeks to review. I spent fourteen days reading novels, magazines and comics. I spent two days to learn college Algebra and plane trigonometry. two days. haha. kaya I'm positive na bagsak ako dun sa exam at tanging isang himala lang ang pwedeng magpasa sa akin. pero sabi nga nila "never forget that the probability of a miracle, though infinitesmally small, is not exactly zero"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;matagal-tagal na rin yung huling beses na pinag-tripan ang middle name ko. Si Gerda ang nag-pauso ng mga linyang to nung GS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Danielle Patacsil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;went to Bacsil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;because she is a taksil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;blah blah.. basta puro nagra-rhyme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;kailan lang ay isang APO(Alpha Phi Omega) member ang nag-"trip" sa middle name ko. "Danielle, nakakatakot naman 'tong middle name mo!... di bale, mukha ka namang loyal eh"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Belated Happy Birthday kina Morris (April 11) at Patrick (april 17)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Advance Happy Birthday kay Wesley Gonzales (July 27)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-114587671195678395?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/114587671195678395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=114587671195678395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114587671195678395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114587671195678395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/04/ewan.html' title='ewan'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-114519375927757980</id><published>2006-04-16T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:14.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>summer sunshine</title><content type='html'>I love/hate summer vacation.&lt;br /&gt;sobrang init kasi- as in sobra - tapos there's nothing to do except sleep, watch TV (sinusulit ko na kasi dun sa boarding house sa Diliman eh wala akong sariling TV) and eat.&lt;br /&gt;at syempre, surfing the net. haha. &lt;strong&gt;I've been looking for the website (if there is any) of CMLI/JC-NEB. gusto ko kasing sumali sa JC-NEB (if possible). naalala ko lang kasi nung grade school ako; nag-attend ako ng graders' conference/convention ng CMLI (at ang unang pumapasok sa utak ko eh si ... *drumroll* Cyrus "people in the house! superb!") masaya yung conference kaso na-miss ko yung "heart of the convention", yung CD (Commission Discussion) dahil pag may CD, bumabalik ako sa room, natutulog ("di ko naman ka-CD si cyrus, bakit pa ako a-attend dun? matutulog na lang ako!")&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;kaya kung may mga taong makakatulong sa akin, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;e-mail nyo ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dahil wala na akong magawa, i took a quiz on what major to take. the result is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="600" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Engineering&lt;/b&gt;. You should be an Engineering major!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Engineering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Psychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="83" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="83" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sociology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="75" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Philosophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="67" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Mathematics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="67" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Journalism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="67" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="67" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="67" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="50" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Linguistics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="42" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Anthropology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="33" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;33%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="17" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;17%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=119158"&gt;What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!&amp;lt;3)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ewan ko lang. tingin ko eh hindi to reliable kasi ang konti nung scope nung quiz. wala pang computer-related or something like that. pero ok lang kasi at least pwede kong utoin ang sarili ko na tama ang desisyon ko take up chem/comp engg. haha. ang babaw ko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-114519375927757980?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/114519375927757980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=114519375927757980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114519375927757980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114519375927757980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/04/summer-sunshine.html' title='summer sunshine'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-114466562340993143</id><published>2006-04-10T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:14.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dear Dad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ipagpaumanhin nyo ni Mommy ang pagsulat ko sa inyo para ipaalam&lt;br /&gt;na akoy aalis na sa inyong poder.Ako'y sasama na sa aking bagong boyfriend na si&lt;br /&gt;Mark dahil gusto kong takasan na kayo ni Mommy. Natagpuan ko na kay Mark ang&lt;br /&gt;tunay na pagmamahal at napakabait nya sa akin, napaka malambing nya hindi tulad&lt;br /&gt;ng iba kong naging boyfriend. Alam ko na pag nakilala nyo sya ay magugustuhan&lt;br /&gt;nyo din siya, lalo na ang kanyang mga hikaw, tattoo nya sa lahat ng parte ng&lt;br /&gt;kanyang katawan at ang pang motorsiklo nyang damit.Hindi lang sa pagkakaiba nya&lt;br /&gt;Dad kaya ko sya mahal na mahal, eto ay dahil sa buntis ako at sabi ni Mark na&lt;br /&gt;gusto nyang magkaanak sya sa akin para lalo kaming sumaya sa aming pagsasama.&lt;br /&gt;Kahit na matanda sya sa akin (42 na sya Dad, di pa naman matanda sa ngayon and&lt;br /&gt;edad nya diba?) kahit na wala syang pera, di naman eto hadlang sa aming&lt;br /&gt;relasyon, hindi ba Dad? Syanga pala Dad, maraming CD collection si Mark, meron&lt;br /&gt;din syang trailer na truck na kung saan doon kami magsasama, pinakang bahay na&lt;br /&gt;namin ang trailer, at marami na rin syang stock na panggatong para magamit namin&lt;br /&gt;sa buong buwan ng taglamig. Totoo na meron pa syang ibang girlfriend pero alam&lt;br /&gt;ko na magiging tapat sya sa akin sa kanyang sariling pamamaraan, sa katunayan&lt;br /&gt;gusto nyang marami&lt;br /&gt;kaming anak at eto ang isa sa aking ambisyon. Tinuruan na&lt;br /&gt;nga pala nya akong humithit ng marijuana at masarap ang pakiramdam, sa katunayan&lt;br /&gt;nagtanim na sya para ipagpalit sa aming mga kaibiga! n ng shabu, ecstasy na&lt;br /&gt;gusto namin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dad, sana ipagdasal mo na matuklasan na ang gamot sa AIDS para&lt;br /&gt;gumaling na si Mark, kasi deserving naman sya na gumaling!! Huwag kang mag alala&lt;br /&gt;Dad 15 years old na ako at alam ko na kung paano pangalagaan ang aking sarili.&lt;br /&gt;Makikita mo Dad, ipagmamalaki mo rin ako at balang araw bibisita kami sa inyo&lt;br /&gt;para naman makilala mo ang iyong mga apo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nagmamahal mong anak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Clarence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;PS: Dad, hindi totoo mga sinabi ko sa sulat. Nandito lang ako&lt;br /&gt;sa kapitbahay, pinapaalala ko lang sa iyo na mas marami pang dapat ikatakot sa&lt;br /&gt;buhay kesa aking report card na nasa drawer. Pakipirmahan na lang po at tawagan&lt;br /&gt;ako kung safe na akong umuwi dyan sa bahay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;When I recieved this e-mail, it gave me some idea of what to do just in case I get a tres or cinco in college. hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-114466562340993143?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/114466562340993143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=114466562340993143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114466562340993143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114466562340993143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/04/best-letter.html' title='Best letter'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-114462240944612075</id><published>2006-04-10T06:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:14.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;APRIL 3, 2006 – GRADUATION DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people have mixed emotions during graduation – the feeling of happiness as we “reap the fruits of our hardships”, sadness as we will now be apart and excitement as we now start to journey into college. But I do not have that “mixed emotions”.&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I am happy. Super happy. I mean I graduated as First Honorable Mention. Yes, it wasn’t what I really aspired for, but it’s close. Aside from that, I was able to fulfill some of the items in my ‘Goals for Fourth Year’ list which I wrote April of last year. I’m graduating. I’m going to college, that’s what I was thinking that night. As the video which showed pictures of the seniors, I did not reminisce any of those moments. I do not feel sad because my classmates, friends and I will be separated. I’ve already released myself from the tie that binds me and high school. I’m not in the mood to cry or get sentimental.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Di ko ma-explain basta masaya lang ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/graduation/grad1.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/graduation/grad2.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/graduation/grad3.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/graduation/grad4.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/graduation/grad5.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/graduation/grad6.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/graduation/grad7.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/graduation/grad8.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/graduation/grad9.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/graduation/grad10.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/graduation/grad11.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/graduation/grad12.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APRIL 4, 2006 – LORENZ’ RECOGNITION DAY&lt;br /&gt;Our graduation program was finished at around 10PM and we arrived home at around 12PM. I was a bit puyat and I asked Mama if it’s okay if I wouldn’t come to his recognition. Sabi nya unfair daw kasi pumunta naman si Renz sa graduation ko. I was expecting to see my grade school batchmates pero recognition lang pala ngayon, iba pa yung graduation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;APRIL 5, 2006 - BARTH'S GRADUATION DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While I was listening to the message of the speaker, I was kind of wishing that someday, Lorma Grade School would invite me as the speaker for graduation. Probably, when Paul graduates. Di ba ang saya. I'll be the youngest speaker for a commencement program. (ASA)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;APRIL 6, 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We went to UP-Diliman for me to apply for the APE in Math 11 and Math 14. We also went to the College of Engineering. I was reading the bulletin boards there and learned that Julius is graduating with honors. ang galing naman talaga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-114462240944612075?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/114462240944612075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=114462240944612075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114462240944612075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114462240944612075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/04/long-time-no-post.html' title='long time no post'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/graduation/th_grad1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-114354516573637216</id><published>2006-03-28T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:14.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super thank you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mas masaya na naman ang pagpasok sa school ngayon. Practice na kasi for graduation. Ang saya kantahin ang mga graduation songs kasi dama mo yung story and/or emotions behind the song. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't mention it na ha pero lately, I've been receiving a lot of gifts from God. materyal man o hindi. As in super. these gifts are a lot better than what I want or what I'm expecting. BAkit kaya ang bait ni Lord sa akin? Most people are very happy pag nag-uumapaw ang blessings pero ewan ko, baliw talaga ako kasi a part of me is natatakot. yung bang tipong, oo nga ang daming blessings ngayon pero paano pag bumaliktad bigla ang mundo at mawala lahat ito. (play gulong ng palad here)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;kaya samantalahin ang pagkakataon! sabi nga ni Gary Bolding &lt;strong&gt;your families are extremely proud of you.  You can't imagine the sense of relief they are experiencing.  &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;This would be a most opportune time to ask for money.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;(at tandaan ding hindi lang money ang pwedeng hingin) pero mahal na mahal ko ang mga magulang ko dahil hindi pa ako humihingi eh umaarangkada na sila sa pagbibigay. yebah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-114354516573637216?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/114354516573637216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=114354516573637216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114354516573637216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114354516573637216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/03/super-thank-you.html' title='Super thank you!'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-114346316039851596</id><published>2006-03-27T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:09.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retreat</title><content type='html'>masaya. yun lang. medyo kulang kami pero masaya pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to get emotional or something. I don't even want to cry. kasi there's nothing to cry about. pero may mga times pa rin na di mapigilan ang pagluha. basta nangingibabaw pa rin yung happiness and excitement ko. I was like "let's all be happy. let's all smile! we're going to graduate! aren't you all excited to go to college?!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kokadan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to nix, mio and daphne for the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/retreat/ret2.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/retreat/ret3.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/retreat/ret4.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/retreat/ret5.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/retreat/ret6.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/retreat/ret7.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/retreat/ret8.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/retreat/ret9.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/retreat/ret10.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/retreat/ret11.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/retreat/ret12.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/retreat/ret13.jpg"/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-114346316039851596?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/114346316039851596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=114346316039851596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114346316039851596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114346316039851596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/03/retreat.html' title='Retreat'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/retreat/th_ret2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-114294295221080514</id><published>2006-03-21T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:09.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANG SAYA-SAYA!</title><content type='html'>masaya pumasok sa school ngayon. konti lang kasi ang tao. wala yung mga pesteng galing sa lower years na kung umasta eh parang di kami kinikila bilang mga senior. Good riddance, jerks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masaya pumasok sa school ngayon kahit na hindi ko sya nakita kanina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masaya pumasok sa school ngayon kasi hindi kami nakakulong sa isang classroom at pinapainit ang pwet ng mahigit kumulang sampung oras. masaya yung palakad lakad ka. punta ka sa 1st floor, tapos 2nd floor, lipat ka sa grade school, punta sa canteen, punta ka sa 3rd floor, magpahangin ka 4th floor, bulabugin ang library, makigulo sa faculty room o kaya ay tumambay sa insights office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masaya pumasok sa school ngayon. mas madali iwasan ang mga taong hindi mo gustong makita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masaya pumasok sa school ngayon lalo na't wala akong ginagawa kundi kumakain, naglalakad, at nakikipagkwentuhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ni Ma'am Villar, malaki daw ang ipinagbago mula nung 2nd year kami. mula daw dun sa ayi na walang homework, kulang kulang sa project at late na lang sa lahat ng dapat i-submit, ako na raw si ayi nauuna sa pagtapos ng thesis. naks naman. hehe. iba na ang inspired. joke lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;sabi nga ng jologs na si Mark Bautista sa isa sa mga album titles niya: DREAM ON.&lt;br /&gt;(Napaka weird ng title, DREAM ON. Parang sinasabi ni Mark Bautista sa fans niya na ‘Asa pa kayo’.) Sometimes the people who actually think of album titles don’t even spend time to think about titles at all. Napaka DUH talaga. - Aaron Roselo (aaronroselo.com)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-114294295221080514?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/114294295221080514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=114294295221080514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114294295221080514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114294295221080514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/03/ang-saya-saya.html' title='ANG SAYA-SAYA!'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-114276832521654800</id><published>2006-03-19T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:09.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOUTHPARK: LC Seniors - the way I see you collection(Part II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/tricia.png"/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/raymark.png"/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/morris.png"/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/joyce.png"/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/jorge.png"/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/danya.png"/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/alvin.png"/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-114276832521654800?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/114276832521654800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=114276832521654800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114276832521654800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114276832521654800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/03/southpark-lc-seniors-way-i-see-you_19.html' title='SOUTHPARK: LC Seniors - the way I see you collection(Part II)'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-114273021454093289</id><published>2006-03-19T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:09.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOUTHPARK: LC Seniors - the way I see you collection</title><content type='html'>LC Seniors Collection (part I)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/ralph.png"/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/patrick.png"/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/michelle.png"/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/jonee.png"/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/joanna.png"/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/faye.png"/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/chicky.png"/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/aaron.png"/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/dominick.png"/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/dian.png"/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/James.png"/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/danielle.png"/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part II coming soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-114273021454093289?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/114273021454093289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=114273021454093289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114273021454093289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114273021454093289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/03/southpark-lc-seniors-way-i-see-you.html' title='SOUTHPARK: LC Seniors - the way I see you collection'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-114263140684667601</id><published>2006-03-18T05:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:09.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ASA</title><content type='html'>Tapos na ang exam. Hindi pa pwedeng mag-yehey. May thesis pa akong problema. Retreat pala namin next week. I'm not excited or happy about it not because it will be held in Balaoan but because we're not getting anything from retreats and such stuff. We had recollections for the past two years and I haven't seen any changes in our batch. We still revert to our old attitude and ways after the tearducts have gone dry. Wag na lang tayong mag-retreat kung wala ring mangyayaring pagbabago afterwards&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-114263140684667601?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/114263140684667601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=114263140684667601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114263140684667601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114263140684667601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/03/asa.html' title='ASA'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-114225287239561569</id><published>2006-03-13T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:09.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>huling habilin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love this time of the year... when the school year is about to end and we all act as if we're not going to see each other ever again and we're all afraid that we might forget each other and the moments we spend together. So we gather messages from our classmates that will serve as "memorabilia". Mas gusto ko yung ginawa namin nung 2nd year wherein we have our own mailbox and people can drop their letters/notes if they want to. Kaya if a person doesn't mean anything to you, there is no need to write him/her a note/letter. nung third year at ngayon, parang sapilitan ang mga messages kasi meron kang malaking cartolina at ipapasign mo to sa lahat ng taong gusto mo kahit na yung taong yun eh wala namang balak mag-sign. Nung 2nd year kasi eh, parang malaking bagay yung nakatanggap ka ng note kasi parang "uy, wow, naalala nya ako". Ang scenario kasi ngayon, "uy, pa-sign nga ako?" (imperative) pero ayos lang. masaya pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eto ang mga messages/testimonials sa akin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 195px; HEIGHT: 267px" height="196" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/danielle27.png" width="195" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 159px; HEIGHT: 216px" height="216" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/danielle28.png" width="233" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are four messages I appreciated the most. One is Tricia's (alam mo, bilib ako sa friendship niyo nina Jonee at Faye). Another is Ma'am J.Lo's (You'll definitely be one of the people I won't forget... I admire you for being open minded. ) I also liked Faye's (You're one of the nicest people in the world though ironically, mejo mean ka to other people. Kita tayo sa Diliman a? sa may sunken.) Yung pang-apat na message e sikreto ko na lang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-114225287239561569?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/114225287239561569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=114225287239561569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114225287239561569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114225287239561569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/03/huling-habilin.html' title='huling habilin'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-114217186035103984</id><published>2006-03-12T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:09.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback</title><content type='html'>...dahil masarap balik-balikan ang mga masasayang oras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/wesaye_15/collage1.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/wesaye_15/collage2.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/wesaye_15/collage3.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is just a teardrop away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-114217186035103984?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/114217186035103984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=114217186035103984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114217186035103984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114217186035103984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/03/flashback.html' title='Flashback'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-114216576609610497</id><published>2006-03-12T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:08.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quote of the day</title><content type='html'>"marunong ka na ngayong mag-gel at magpa-gwapo"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-114216576609610497?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/114216576609610497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=114216576609610497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114216576609610497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114216576609610497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/03/quote-of-day.html' title='quote of the day'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-114216558144449464</id><published>2006-03-12T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:08.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye and thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;With only a few days left in the school year, WE EXPERIENCE A LOT OF LASTS AND AS WE GO THROUGH THIS, WE TEND TO REMEMBER A LOT OF FIRSTS. It brings me mixed emotions of joy and melancholy as I refresh in my mind the first school daeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the freshman orientation which was held at the gym, a girl from Felkris stepped on my umbrella, which I placed next to my bag. I gave the girl my super-suplada-irap. At the end of the school year, that girl became one of my closest friends. She is Marie Ritz Payseng and even if she now attends another school, we still e-mail each other. Another classmate of mine, a guy from Holy Angel’s Montessori, whom I didn’t know or recognize until he did a report in our Filipino class about a “panty freak”, became a close friend of mine during the last quarter of my freshman year. He is Ralph Waldo Acosta. Ritz, Ralph and I were the Harry Potter dream team during our freshman year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we couldn’t forget our class organization, Teapot, which was headed by Faye. We were even told off by our class adviser, Mrs. Ducusin since we were collecting money. But that money was only used for the purchase of our Teapot IDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also a time when I was sent to the guidance office, with my partner in crime, Joanna. I wouldn’t disclose the reason we were called since it’s a bit embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another significant event during my freshman year is Lorma High School’s championship in the La Union Journalism Congress. That was the first time it has happened in the high school and having been the second placer in Feature writing during that time, really makes me proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were in second year, all of us were contented and very happy with our class section. Each section of the year felt like they really belong to their sections – we all felt like we belong to a family. Everyone in II-Einstein thinks that it was our best class. Everyone was in good terms with everybody. It was also in my sophomore year when I became best friends with Faye and Jonee. It was during that time when we made our ‘Ten Commandments of Friendship’ and we still abide by those rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II-Einstein class was really fun. After we have our class in the computer laboratory, we go straight to Michelle’s and buy food. One time 90% of the class was late in Ecology because we were all in Michelle’s. Faye, Jonee and I cleaned the classroom if we are not scheduled to clean. That’s how we loved II-Einstein. Oftentimes, Dominick and Chicky would help us. Our class even had an official candy – Maxx, cherry flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our mishaps happened during the fieldtrip to Neuva Ecija, when Faye, Jonee and I were almost left in one of the itineraries because we were in restroom. We were lucky that the bus hasn’t gone that far, our classmates were still able to see us running after the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our Christmas party, Andrew had to leave early. We were all convincing him to stay so that he wouldn’t miss the fun but he still decided to leave. After the party, we received a text message from him informing us that his mother died. Leaving the party then seemed not to be a bad decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Andrew incident happened one day when we were simply passing by the Einstein class and Morris suddenly grabbed Andrew and punched him. We were all dead serious and worried during that time. But now, as we look back, we just smile and ask Morris, “uy, Bakit mo sya sinuntok?” He still hasn’t answered that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our junior year, Faye and I stayed in III-Dalton and Jonee was in III-MC. Even if we were not in the same section, the friendship we have remained intact and even grew stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our junior year was very eventful. In one of the contests I’ve joined, I met a person who .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class bonded with each other during our commercial making. We anticipate each Saturday as another tiring and eventful day for our commercial making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two remarkable events during that year. First is the Faqtards website, which is a degrading website for the third years. Until now, the webmasters of the site are still hiding among us. Second is the JS Prom, which turned all of us into blossoming ladies and gentlemen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is not much to say about my senior year. I can only talk about our Intrams championship, Prom and the dispute between factions in our batch. Right now, I am just excited to go to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my senior year became a journey into myself, realizing who I really am, what I am capable of, what I am afraid of, and what I want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I look back at the four years that has elapsed, I realize that the mere things that I complain about and little things that exist in my daily experience are the things that complete my high school life. That a high school without class disputes, prom, CAdT forms, terror teachers, gossips, intramurals, difficult projects, crushes, and flag ceremonies is not high school at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, we must not forget that the bottom line of high school is education. EDUCATION IS A RIGHT BUT THE LORMA EDUCATION IS A PRIVELEGE. When I was a freshman, I was hesitant to attend Lorma after learning that I got into Philippine Science High School – CVC only that I was already enrolled when the admissions office called me. Now, that I am about to graduate from Lorma, I realize that I was indeed blessed to have learned lessons that I can only learn with the Lorma experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we graduate, we are taunted with the question, “To whom do you entrust your brains now?” It is a question that pertains to where you are going. You graduate, now what? Graduation should mean that you are closing your door to high school and the people you met and loved during that time. Graduation, for me, is simply opening another pane in the window of my life so that I can see a better picture of what’s outside – the real world. When I was in freshman, I opened the pane of high school. Now that I am senior, I am about to open the pane of college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever university I choose to go to, I will always remain a Lormanian, a friend to those who cared for me in high school, and a student to the teachers who shaped my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To God, I offer everything, the fruits of my high school education and my life. To my parents, I know that you are proud of me but someday, I still hope that I can make you even prouder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friends and colleagues, I hope that we would remain friends though we're apart. To my teachers, I hope that someday, with my achievements, you will realize the fruits of patience and sacrifices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, classmates, acquaintances, and teachers, goodbye and thank you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-114216558144449464?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/114216558144449464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=114216558144449464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114216558144449464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114216558144449464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/03/goodbye-and-thank-you.html' title='Goodbye and thank you'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-114199429724041640</id><published>2006-03-10T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:08.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is going to be a long post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let’s start with my thesis, which I have recently defended. Haha. I can (almost) sigh a relief. The oral examination was “nice”. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I HOPE THAT THEY WOULD JUST JUDGE MY POWER POINT PRESENTATION INSTEAD OF MY THESIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. (Ang gagaya sa “style” ng powerpoint show ko ay mamatay. Graduating tayo, diba? Kaya prone tayo sa mga aksidente. Pwede ko yung isipin pag may namatay. Di ako masyamagi-guilty. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;basta, Lord, wag mo muna akong kunin. Hindi dahil sa graduating ako. Kundi dahil nakapasa ako sa UP, sayang naman yung opportunity kung mamatay ako na hindi man lang mararanasan ang buhay sa Diliman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ang swerte naman nung waitlisted na mabibigyan ng slot dahil sa namatay ako. Teka, balik thesis nga tayo.) I suck at thesis writing. I just know it. I guess what I hated was the presence of an audience, IV-Galileo students. They’re not disturbing me by making noise and the like. They were really behaved. Really really behaved. It’s just that I felt very uncomfortable and nervous in their presence. I wasn’t prepared for something like that. Hours before the defense, people were asking me if I’m nervous or what, I just tell them, “okey lang”. A lot tell me “aye, good luck / God bless sa defense” and I just reply “thank you. That’s the nth time you said that.” It’s just that people made a fuss and were kind of concerned for me before my case defense and I was just this carefree and not-so-serious about it. Then came that twenty minutes before the defense. I learned that my classmates would be watching my defense. I was like “Bullshit! Mag-de-defense pa ba ako?” I was trembling all through out the duration of the defense and I don’t know if the panelist observed that. After the defense, everybody was congratulating me because I can finally sleep safe and sound. Actually, I wouldn’t be able to do that since I still have to do a lot of projects since my deadline is a week earlier from the real deadline of the project since I am requesting for an early release of my grade so that I can confirm my slot in Ateneo (that is if I’m still going to Ateneo) Plus, it’s not yet the end of my problem. The bottomline of my case defense was : THESIS OVERHAUL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, we received our prom pictures. Yeah, finally! I’m not so happy with the pictures taken by the official photographers. Sobrang mali naman yung timing nila. Kung kelan nagsayaw kami ni kwan, hindi naman nila ako pinicturan. Paano na yan, wala akong proof sa mga apo ko? hahaHaha. There was one picture I really hated – mukha akong bakla dun. Haha. I like one of my solo pics – the one edited syempre. Our pics this year are much better that the ones last year. Sobrang mas maganda. Haha. I would like to post pa sana the prom pics here, especially that one with kwan para masaya pero wag na lang. I’m wiser than those bitches who will save the pic in their computer and ask someone to edit it and replace my face with theirs. Haha. ASA. (ang swerte pala ni ano. May picture sya na isinasayaw siya ni kwan. Maswerte kang bata pero mawawala mo rin yang copy mo ng picture na yan. Wala ka ring magiging proof sa mga apo mo!!!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;GOOD RIDDANCE, CADT FORM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha. Last form na naming kanina. Ang saya. Idol ko talaga si James. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;DISOBEDIENCE IS A VIRTUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I hope some miracle would happen that eradicate the NSTP/ROTC in college. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilang weeks na lang graduation na. o, wala munang iiyak. I know we’re all gonna be separated from those people whom we consider our second family but on the bright side, we’re all gonna get rid of our enemies and other annoying people. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;GOOD RIDDANCE, BITCHES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh wait, that’s not right. Friends come and go but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;ENEMIES ACCUMULATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. No matter where you are, they will always stay as your enemies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUPORTAHAN NYO NAMAN SI PHIA SA CAMPUS IDOL! BUMILI NA KAYO NG TICKET!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a lot of people know me. Sometimes, when I do something bad or curse, some people still are surprised. They go like “aye, ngayon lang kita narinig magsalita ng ganyan a!” or when I tell them devilish things in my mind, they say “ala, aye, and sama mo!” in a sort-of-surprised-voice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Marami ang hindi nakakakilala sa akin. I’m much badder than you think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-114199429724041640?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/114199429724041640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=114199429724041640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114199429724041640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114199429724041640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-blogging.html' title='Happy Blogging'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-114180322161989275</id><published>2006-03-08T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:08.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>limited blogging time</title><content type='html'>I don't have that much time to post on my blog now. I'm going to have my thesis defense on Friday and yet, I am still in the process of finalizing it. I am so going down. down. I have a lot of things to do like projects and other requirements. The teachers are asking me to submit my projects before the deadline so that they could release my grades so that I can confirm my slot for BS-MAC at the Ateneo (if I'm still going to Ateneo). Am I even allowed to sleep? haha. ang exag ko talaga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-114180322161989275?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/114180322161989275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=114180322161989275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114180322161989275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114180322161989275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/03/limited-blogging-time.html' title='limited blogging time'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-114142520934399214</id><published>2006-03-04T06:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:08.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what now</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, we performed "our songs" as one of the requirements in PEHM. The purpose of the activity was to choose OUR graduation song. After the activity during our CAdT lecture, Sir Patacsil said that we should have chosen "bridging the gap" as the theme of our song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm frustrated - NOT because not even one song entry from 4-Galileo got into the top3. I really liked "Muling Pagkikita" which was composed by one of the groups from 4-Aristotle. Tanggap ko naman na talagang musically inclined sila eh. What disappoints me is that the subtle dispute between the two fourth year sections is worsening. (will somebody confirm that it's not subtle anymore) It's frustrating that we (might) graduate not as seniors. Each of us (might) graduate as 4-Galileo or 4-Aristotle students.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-114142520934399214?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/114142520934399214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=114142520934399214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114142520934399214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114142520934399214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-now.html' title='what now'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-114125155503145962</id><published>2006-03-02T05:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:08.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the happiest girl alive...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...is me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't know why but I passed the UPCAT. When Faye told me I got into Diliman, I thought she was just joking. Later that afternoon, I was wondering how God can be so generous to me. Really. How come ever quarter, I get higher grades when every quarter, I just get more lazy and irresponsible? How come I get into all the schools I applied for? How come I got into UP?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you really know me, you should know that I am a bad person. There are lot of things that people don't know about me. Faye and Jonee told me last tuesday "bakit kaya si Aye ang sama-sama nya pero ang swerte swerte nya?" I just laughed. maybe there really is no karma. or maybe mabait lang talaga sa akin si Lord kaya ganun. hahaha. baka ka-karmahin din ako. buti na lang, hindi pa ngayon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hindi ko man nakuha ang gusto kong course sa UP (DWSA), ayos lang. ako naman yung tipong 'magkamatayan na pero sa UP-Diliman ako.' mas mahalaga sa akin yung school kaysa dun sa course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Initial reaction ng mga tao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;mama:"ala, magconfirm ka na ngarud. hanap ka na ng course mo."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;papa:"wag maging aktibista, wag manood ng oblation run (ano?!!!!)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anti:"ala, nakapasa ka lang, nagkasakit ka naman na!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-114125155503145962?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/114125155503145962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=114125155503145962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114125155503145962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114125155503145962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/03/happiest-girl-alive.html' title='the happiest girl alive...'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-114072874248222635</id><published>2006-02-24T05:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:08.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yo, dude!</title><content type='html'>seryoso. Mukha ba akong lalake?&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not girly-girl or overly kikay but I don't act that 'astigin' naman, diba? So, can anyone tell me why some guys call me "pare", "dude" and even "tsong"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-114072874248222635?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/114072874248222635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=114072874248222635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114072874248222635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114072874248222635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/02/yo-dude.html' title='yo, dude!'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-114043929593537028</id><published>2006-02-20T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:08.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Procrastinator's Creed (aka MY creed)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;1. I believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; that if&lt;br /&gt;anything is worth doing, it would have been done already.&lt;br /&gt;2. I shall never&lt;br /&gt;move quickly, except to avoid more work or find excuses.&lt;br /&gt;3. I will never rush&lt;br /&gt;into a job without a lifetime of consideration.&lt;br /&gt;4. I shall meet all of my&lt;br /&gt;deadlines directly in proportion to the amount of bodily injury I could expect&lt;br /&gt;to receive from missing them.&lt;br /&gt;5. I firmly believe that tomorrow holds the&lt;br /&gt;possibility for new technologies, astounding discoveries, and a reprieve from my&lt;br /&gt;obligations.&lt;br /&gt;6. I truly believe that all deadlines are unreasonable&lt;br /&gt;regardless of the amount of time given.&lt;br /&gt;7. I shall never forget that the&lt;br /&gt;probability of a miracle, though infinitesmally small, is not exactly&lt;br /&gt;zero.&lt;br /&gt;8. If at first I don’t succeed, there is always next year.&lt;br /&gt;9. I&lt;br /&gt;shall always decide not to decide, unless of course I decide to change my&lt;br /&gt;mind.&lt;br /&gt;10. I shall always begin, start, initiate, take the first step, and/or&lt;br /&gt;write the first word, when I get around to it.&lt;br /&gt;11. I obey the law of inverse&lt;br /&gt;excuses which demands that the greater the task to be done, the more&lt;br /&gt;insignificant the work that must be done prior to beginning the greater&lt;br /&gt;task.&lt;br /&gt;12. I know that the work cycle is not plan/start/finish, but is&lt;br /&gt;wait/plan/plan.&lt;br /&gt;13. I will never put off until tomorrow, what I can forget&lt;br /&gt;about forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Kung kaagaw ko ang lahat,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;may pag-asa bang makilala ka?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Narda, Kamikazee&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;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"(reading the text message)'Dj, I would like greet myself.' Kawawa naman 'to. wala man lang nakaka-alalang mag-greet sa kanya..."&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/17103379-114043929593537028?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/114043929593537028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=114043929593537028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114043929593537028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114043929593537028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/02/procrastinators-creed-aka-my-creed.html' title='The Procrastinator&apos;s Creed (aka MY creed)'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-114035037674702232</id><published>2006-02-19T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:08.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As Amado and I were dancing, he asked me which I enjoyed more my Junior prom or Senior prom, I answered "Junior prom"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, wait, I changed my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SENIOR PROM ROCKS!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;#####&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I danced in the cotillion without tripping or my gown being stepped on. Okay, maybe once. #####&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I heard my name being mentioned several times during the class will and testament. I actually don't like that. I just want to hear my name in the bequeathal of math skills or proficiency in computer. #####&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the class prophecy, I am a published writer. But aside from that, I want to be a doctor-engineer. ####&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While everybody else was having their dinner, Faye, Jonee, Joanna and I decided to have our pictures taken. When we returned to the hall, everybody was already finished eating dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#####&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture perfect! oh, okay, not so perfect. #####&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the lights dimmed. First song. First dance. Like last year’s promenade, I didn’t dance during the first song. Oh, that is just sad. But wait, the next song is coming up. #####My first dance. #####&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First dance ko si Aaron. #####&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#####&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#####&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#####&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#####&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, #####. Wow talaga. Bakit ba ang swerte ko?! ##### &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#####&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#####&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngeks.#####&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nominated pala si Morris para sa Mr. Senior. Si Danya at Wilfredo and Mr. and Ms. Senior. #####&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos, sinayaw din ako ni Jorge, James at Bernard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos, Ladies’ Choice dance na! si Morris ang Lady’s choice dance ko. A tapang a girl! He told me he was kind of nervous during the announcement of Mr. and Ms. Senior. Akala nya kasi may question and answer! #####&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#####&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos sinayaw ako ni Amado at Raymark. Si Raymark ang Mr. Wisdom at si Daphne ang Ms. Wisdom. #####&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto ang unexpected: Ladies’ Choice ulit. Wala sa plano to a. #####“Dominick, ikaw na lang lady’s choice ko…” “ha! Eh di ginawa mo na akong palaman!” During the dance I just thanked him for #####&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos last 5 songs na. Wala nang gustong magsayaw sa akin. So technically, last dance ko si Dominick. #####&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#####&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Events during the prom were so unexpected. ##### Then I danced with ##### #####haha. It was a perfect prom, after all. I let that sink in for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to get my prom souvenir from my adviser, Ma’am Garabiles. She told me “ay, nakita ko kanina kung sino ang kasayaw mo sa Lady’s Choice!”. I was like “oo nga, o diba, ma’am ang tapang ko!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#####&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I do not regret #####. I can look back and say that I don’t regret any of it. I can just sigh a relief that I have memories of my senior prom which I could cherish forever. I can recall every second of ##### without batting an eyelash – as if through somebody else’s eyes, I can see myself looking at #####. Like every magical moment is unfolding before my eyes. ##### close to me. I can recall the whole prom night with a big smile etched on my face. Words are not enough to describe how magical the prom is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As sugarfree’s ‘prom’ goes, “ito na’ng gabing di malilimutan…” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(NOTE: ##### -means that some lines were deleted from my personal journal entry so as to protect the innocent, namely, me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-114035037674702232?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/114035037674702232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=114035037674702232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114035037674702232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114035037674702232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/02/some-people-wait-lifetime-for-moment.html' title='some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-114009028520071226</id><published>2006-02-16T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:08.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-prom jitters part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Iba pa rin talaga ang excitement ng first JS prom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hindi ako ganun ka-excited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I somewhat feel guilty because of what I did today at our prom rehearsal. I was kind of worried that my partner in the cotillion, Benjoe would not show up during the prom. I mean, he hardly attends practices. Anyways, the remedy I thought of was to have a back-up partner. I was thinking of James or Morris. But it won't be that easy to convince them. Then I thought of Marvin. I thought he was okay because it'll be easy to teach him the steps and that he can ebe asily convinced. What I didn't realize was Ichie will be partnered with Marvin during the first part of the cotillion. I really feel bad since Ichie was already crying after the rehearsal. Please, benjoe, come to the prom tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nga pala, ###### is online right now. I am thinking of telling him that I'll ask him to dance with me during the Lady's choice dance. haha. baka maunahan eh. ay, wag na lang, dyahe. pano pag sabihin nyang ayaw nya. ngeks. pero gusto ko magsasayaw kami! aaacccckkkk!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;magfoo-foot spa pa sana ako pero nakakatamad eh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-114009028520071226?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/114009028520071226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=114009028520071226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114009028520071226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114009028520071226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/02/pre-prom-jitters-part-2.html' title='Pre-prom jitters part 2'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-114000584176294697</id><published>2006-02-15T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:08.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pre-prom jitters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;"Ma'am/Sir, pwede bang wag na tayong magklase ngayon, malapit na prom eh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;wa-epek. We just can't get teachers to stop thinking about school stuff just because of the prom. We can't "stop the world" just because the prom is fast approaching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quotes of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Miss, isa ngang three-dimensional egg sandwhich!" -styar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I'm not afraid to be your girlfriend... I'm afraid to be your ex." -chillybean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Kaya nga kahit sobrang dalang tayong magkita ngayon, tinitiis ko. Eh yung pitong taon nga na yun nakayanan ko, ngayon pa kayang libre na sa ‘kin yung ngiti mo na dati-rati ninanakaw ko? " -chillybean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"#####, I hartshu" -wesaye_15&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/17103379-114000584176294697?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/114000584176294697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=114000584176294697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114000584176294697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114000584176294697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/02/pre-prom-jitters.html' title='pre-prom jitters'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-114000636682034079</id><published>2006-02-15T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:08.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aarrrrrr</title><content type='html'>uy, may ka-love team na si jonee...ahihihihihi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-114000636682034079?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/114000636682034079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=114000636682034079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114000636682034079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/114000636682034079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/02/aarrrrrr.html' title='aarrrrrr'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-113991843274359753</id><published>2006-02-14T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:08.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 14 Syndrome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ma'am [Garabiles], pwede bang wag na tayong magklase ngayon... valentines day naman eh"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What a great way to start the day. I just checked my e-mail and read about a dozen or so forwarded messages about love, dating, sex and other stuff that are "mabenta pag valentines".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is what fascinated me the most:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;TOP 20 REASONS TO DATE AN ENGINEER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;1. High starting salary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;2. Free body diagrams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;3. Can help you with your math homework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;4. Parents will approve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;5. Can teach you the motion of rigid bodies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;6. Knows how to handle "stress" and "strain" in a relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;7. The world revolves around us..we pick the coordinate system&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;8. Can teach you what those other buttons on your calculator do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;9. Engineering "couples" have better "moments"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;10. Can go all night without a hint of fatigue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;11. Always willing to experiment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;12. Engineers do it to a specification&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;13. Learn about the benefits of friction and viscosity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;14. Trained to do it right the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;15. Can design and build larger erections&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;16. Can do it with more torque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;17. Know how to test rigid cantilevers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;18. Projectile motion: need to say more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;19. We know the "right hand rule"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;and finally...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;20. It's not the length of the vector that counts, but how the force is applied!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;One would think that I find this fascinating because of a certain Engineering student whom I like but it's not that. I actually find it interesting because my parents are engineers. Plus my brother and I want to become engineers someday.&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/17103379-113991843274359753?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/113991843274359753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=113991843274359753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/113991843274359753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/113991843274359753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/02/february-14-syndrome.html' title='February 14 Syndrome'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-113991967587652104</id><published>2006-02-14T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:08.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got strawberry Shortcake</title><content type='html'>No cheating. If all of the desserts listed below were sitting in front of you, which would you choose? Pick your dessert, then look to see what Psychiatrists think about you! (Sorry you can only pick one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 521px; HEIGHT: 307px" height="287" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/cakes.gif" width="430" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK - Now that you've made your choice, scroll down to see what research says about you!&lt;br /&gt;ANGEL FOOD CAKE ... Sweet, loving, cuddly. You love all warm and fuzzy items. A little nutty at times. Sometimes you need an ice cream cone at the end of the day. Others perceive you as being childlike and immature at times.&lt;br /&gt;BROWNIES... You are adventurous, love new ideas, are a champion of under dogs and a slayer of dragons. When tempers flare up, you whip out your sabre. You are always the oddball with a unique sense of humor and direction. You tend to be very loyal.&lt;br /&gt;LEMON MERINGUE... Smooth, sexy, &amp; articulate with your hands, you are an excellent after-dinner speaker and a good teacher. But don't try to walk and chew gum at the same time. A bit of a diva at times, but you have many friends.&lt;br /&gt;VANILLA CAKE WITH CHOCOLATE ICING... Fun-loving, sassy, humorous. Not very grounded in life; very indecisive and lack motivation. Everyone enjoys being around you, but you are a practical joker. Others should be cautious in making you mad. However, you are a friend for life.&lt;br /&gt;STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE... Romantic, warm, loving. You care about other people and can be counted on in a pinch. You tend to melt. You can be overly emotional and annoying at times.&lt;br /&gt;CHOCOLATE ON CHOCOLATE... Sexy; always ready to give and receive. Very creative, adventurous, ambitious, and passionate. You can appear to have a cold exterior but are warm on the inside.Not afraid to take chances. Will not settle for anything average in life. Love to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;ICE CREAM... You like sports, whether it be baseball, football, basketball, or soccer. If you could, you would like to participate, but you enjoy watching sports. You don't like to give up the remote control. You tend to be self-centered and high maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;CARROT CAKE... You are a very fun loving person, who likes to laugh. You are fun to be with. People like to hang out with you. You are a very warm hearted person and a little quirky at times. You have many loyal friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-113991967587652104?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/113991967587652104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=113991967587652104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/113991967587652104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/113991967587652104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-got-strawberry-shortcake.html' title='I got strawberry Shortcake'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-113983283803663336</id><published>2006-02-13T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:08.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUOTES OF THE DAY</title><content type='html'>"I'M MARRIED TO A GENIUS {jP}!!!" - Ate Aui&lt;br /&gt;way to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ayi, flip mo nga yung hair mo!" - someone&lt;br /&gt;naks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wow. syet. ang galing!" -Jonee&lt;br /&gt;I agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm tired physically, emotionally... but never spiritually." - Faye&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-113983283803663336?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/113983283803663336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=113983283803663336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/113983283803663336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/113983283803663336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/02/quotes-of-day.html' title='QUOTES OF THE DAY'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-113931167914224204</id><published>2006-02-07T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:07.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>February na!</title><content type='html'>Did you notice my sideblog? There are times when I can't access blogger (perhaps because of site maintenance and other such stuff) and don't have much to say, so I just put those posts in sideblog. Hope you read my sideblog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The official pronunciation of my name, Danielle, is danyəl . (my mom doesn't like it). And the official spelling of my nickname is AYE. not ayi, not ayee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're in for bloghopping, visit aaronroselo.com &lt;a href="http://aaronroselo.com/blog"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I love his concept of "designing the philippines".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-113931167914224204?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/113931167914224204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=113931167914224204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/113931167914224204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/113931167914224204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/02/february-na.html' title='February na!'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-113871095166725128</id><published>2006-01-31T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:07.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minsan, isang akong punong nakabaliktad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just miss my LGS (Lorma Grade School) days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lormayam kasi ng LGS ngayon at buong araw kong naririnig yung beat nung drum. Nakaka-miss. Compared sa High School Intramurals, para sa akin, mas masaya pa rin ang LORMAYAM. Sa intrams kasi, ang mga laro ay basketball, volleyball at kung anu-ano pang sports. Sa Lormayam, mga obstacle race, sack race, eating contest at kung anu-ano pang similar games. Masaya kasi pwedeng sumali lahat, hindi mga athletes lang. hindi kailangan ng jersey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa lormayam, ang ka-team mo ay galing ng ibang grade kaya mas na-dedevelop yung ties with younger/older student. sa intrams, dahil ka-team mo ay ka-year mo, "kalaban" yung ibang year. mas nag-aaway away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsaka mas pa-easy easy ang buhay nung nasa grade school pa lang ako. (I know this is not right to say kasi dapat I should face the problems I have now that I am older pero basta, minsan gusto kong bumalik sa pagkabata kasi hindi ganito ka-komplikado noon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/lgs1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Search for Mr. &amp; Ms. Lormayam 2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/lgs2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/lgs3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; RSPC 2001. Kilala pa kaya kami nung mga CKCians na kasama namin (wala ako sa pic) dito sa pic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/lgs4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;a typical day at VI - Rizal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/lgs5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-113871095166725128?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/113871095166725128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=113871095166725128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/113871095166725128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/113871095166725128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/01/minsan-isang-akong-punong-nakabaliktad.html' title='Minsan, isang akong punong nakabaliktad...'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-113842689302938543</id><published>2006-01-28T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:07.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom (part 2 of 3)</title><content type='html'>Prom&lt;br /&gt;(revised lyrics of Eraserhead's Ligaya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilang awit pa ba ang aawitin, o giliw ko?&lt;br /&gt;Ilang ulit pa ba ang uulitin, o giliw ko?&lt;br /&gt;tatlong oras na akong nagpapacute sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;di mo man lang napapansin ang pink prom gown ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilang awit pa ba ang aawitin, o giliw ko?&lt;br /&gt;Ilang sayaw pa ba ang iipunin, o giliw ko?&lt;br /&gt;gagawin ko ang lahat pati ang thesis mo&lt;br /&gt;wag mo lang ipagkait ang hinahanap ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;isayaw mo lang ako, aking sinta'y walang humpay na ligaya&lt;br /&gt;at sa dance floor ako'y iyong dalhin&lt;br /&gt;sa gabing ito ika'y aking prom king&lt;br /&gt;Wag na sanang magtanong at magduda&lt;br /&gt;dahil ang puso ko'y walang pangamba&lt;br /&gt;buong gabi'y isasayaw na tahimik at buong ligaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh...ooooh...ooooh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilang ahit pa ba ang aahitin, o giliw ko?&lt;br /&gt;Ilang hirit pa ba ang hihiritin, o giliw ko?&lt;br /&gt;lagas na ang make-up ko, kakahintay sayo&lt;br /&gt;sampung babae na yata ang naisasayaw mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at sa dance floor ako'y iyong dalhin&lt;br /&gt;sa gabing ito ika'y aking prom king&lt;br /&gt;Wag na sanang magtanong at magduda&lt;br /&gt;dahil ang puso ko'y walang pangamba&lt;br /&gt;buong gabi'y isasayaw na tahimik at buong ligaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-113842689302938543?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/113842689302938543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=113842689302938543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/113842689302938543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/113842689302938543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/01/prom-part-2-of-3.html' title='Prom (part 2 of 3)'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-113842673773279734</id><published>2006-01-28T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:07.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First dance and other Prom Essentials (part 1 of 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/feet.png" align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Prom Dress. Kahapon, narinig ko ang isang kaklase na nagsabing, "marami kayang naka-pink sa prom?". Napangiti ako kasi pareho lang pala kami ng inaalala. iba kasi ang dating ng pink. pretty in pink, ika nga nila. haha. Ikinakatakot ko lang kasi eh baka ang daming naka-pink, magmumukha kaming wallpaper. Pero mas nakakatakot yung may kapareha ng damit. para kayong kambal. Pero in case mangyari yun, isipin mo na lang na mas maganda ka at mas marunong magdala. Pampalubag loob din yung thought na kahit na pareho yung style ng damit nyo, ok lang, kasi mismong si Kate Torralba ang nag-design ng gown mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/n13.jpg" align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Dance and Last Dance. super worthy itong pagdiskusyonan sa asian parliamentary debate. Decide which is more important: First dance o last dance. I’d say mas importante yung last dance kasi ito yung last dance. Ito yung pinakama-re-retain sa utak mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/isn.png" align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady’s Choice Dance. Mas crucial ‘to sa first dance at last dance kasi ito yung tamang oras para maisayaw ka ni Crush X na di ka masyadong pinapansin. Pwede mong ibigay yung camera mo kay guy best friend at hinging kunan ka ng picture habang kasayaw si Crush X. Para may remembrance ka nung ilang minutong naka-tingin ka lang sa mata nya habang pilit mong pinipigil ang sarili na sumigaw ng “syet! This is so kilig!!!!” Mahirap mag-decide kung yayayin mong syang sumayaw kasi takot ka na baka ayaw nyang makipag-sayaw sa ‘yo. Prom ito. Sa lahat ng mga HS events, ito yung pinaka-memorable. Baliktarin mo man ang mundo, hindi mo makakalimutan ang prom. Dyahe naman tuwing iisipin mo ang prom at ang tanging maaalala mo lang e yung pag-reject sa ‘yo ng crush mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/thedance.jpg" align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom Date. Hindi ito uso sa Lorma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prom is the most magical night of high school. It will always be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-113842673773279734?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/113842673773279734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=113842673773279734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/113842673773279734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/113842673773279734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/01/first-dance-and-other-prom-essentials.html' title='First dance and other Prom Essentials (part 1 of 3)'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-113810151144049874</id><published>2006-01-24T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:07.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>check your ebak</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/floater.jpg" align="center"&gt;I found this ad in today's newspaper. It's kind of fascinating. I don't even know if I'm a floater or a sinker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/sinker.jpg" align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-113810151144049874?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/113810151144049874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=113810151144049874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/113810151144049874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/113810151144049874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/01/check-your-ebak.html' title='check your ebak'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-113801894791483252</id><published>2006-01-23T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:07.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>konting tiis na lang - zeus</title><content type='html'>next time ko na lang ilalagay yung gusto kong sabihin. tinatamad na ako eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-113801894791483252?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/113801894791483252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=113801894791483252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/113801894791483252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/113801894791483252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/01/konting-tiis-na-lang-zeus.html' title='konting tiis na lang - zeus'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-113773772425289756</id><published>2006-01-20T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:07.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranoia?</title><content type='html'>Stage one* is becoming weird lately. Parang alam nyang may crush ako sa kanya. at lagi ko syang napapansin.&lt;br /&gt;alam ko na, may ESP sya. o kaya sa gabi eh kaya nyang mag-transform bilang hayop. Sya yung butiki sa kisame namin. tapos pag tulog na ako eh pinapakealaman nya yung diary ko. o baka naman kaya nyang maging invisible. tapos pag invisible na sya, nakikita nya ako na paulit-ulit kong sinusulat yung pangalan nya sa kung anumang papel na mapulot ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*codename. dahil nahihiya ako. kahit papaano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-113773772425289756?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/113773772425289756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=113773772425289756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/113773772425289756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/113773772425289756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/01/paranoia.html' title='Paranoia?'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-113753258210656937</id><published>2006-01-18T05:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:07.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>January Woe</title><content type='html'>I don't have much blogging time now. I have a lot of unfinished projects and unsolved problems. But it's not that. I am becoming lazy. I feel lazy to get up everyday and attend classes in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out something about that is somewhat disturbing (for me). I can't stop thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that I should be more careful with my words now. If I have an opinion about someone or say, a secret, I should just keep it to myself to my best friends especially now that I don't know who my friends and enemies are. Friend today, enemy tomorrow. Enemy today, friend tomorrow. Careful, everyone. &lt;em&gt;anything can happen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-113753258210656937?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/113753258210656937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=113753258210656937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/113753258210656937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/113753258210656937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/01/january-woe.html' title='January Woe'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-113707050820054852</id><published>2006-01-12T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:07.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've read a blog about how this certain blogger dislikes Patricia Evangelista's column in the Inquirer. She says "While some columnists do the best they can to produce rigorous analysis of socio-political conditions, others like Ms. Patricia Evangelista of the Philippine Daily Inquirer use the medium haphazardly for her own self-gratification." Siguro that's because Patricia finds inspiration or essence in writing from her own experiences. She tells stories of her life, not for her own self-gratification, but as a form of self-expression. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I actually look up to her. Not a lot of youngsters are given that space for expression especially in a national newspaper like the PDI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There was also a comment na "The host mentioned that she was Patricia Evangelista and that she won the ESU award. The first thing that hit me was, what kind of award did she earn and why is she getting so much recognition for it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We can't deny that a lot of doors opened for Patricia after winning in the ESU. she became a host in a show in ANC, breakfast in Studio 23, writer for the Phil. star before becoming a columnist for the Phil. Daily Inquirer. Pero di pa rin sya ganun kapansin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll bet na only a tenth of the Lorma pop. knows her. Mas sikat pa rin ang mga tulad ni Jasmine Trias na Pilipino by blood (I'm Ilocano, believe me - Jasmine Trias, see PDI, Entertainment section, Jan. 12) pero lumaki naman sa kultura ng ibang bansa kaysa ang katulad ni Patricia Evangelista na may mga ideyang dapat pakinggan, ideals that "reminder for all of us who are losing our trust and love for our beloved country"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(naks. emotional conio)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;**Anyways, I passed the ACET (Ateneo College Entrance Test). I didn't qualify for my first choice course, BS Physics with Applied Computer Systems, which is an Honors program. I qualified for BS-MAC. I don't even know what BS-MAC means. I have already forgotten my second, third and fourth course. I called Mama that afternoon and she said it's BS Math with Computational Science. whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-113707050820054852?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/113707050820054852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=113707050820054852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/113707050820054852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/113707050820054852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/01/random-musings.html' title='random musings'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-113689562391344634</id><published>2006-01-10T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:07.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gdwn inspired!</title><content type='html'>I loved gdwn's okrayable friendster profile so I did the same thing my friendter friends' profiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to dig these stuff over the pile of trash we call "friendster profiles":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;case 1.&lt;/strong&gt; Schools (Other):-=LOrMA SpEciAL SciEnCe HgH sKuL=--=SLC-=(cheap noh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;(ewan ko sau. Sabi mo cheap and Lorma, eh technically, you’re a part of Lorma. So that means na ikaw ay cheap din.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;case 2&lt;/strong&gt;. About Me: i hate pipol hu are "backstubbers"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;(ah. Backstubbers. As in stubs.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;case 3&lt;/strong&gt;. About Me:me?!wel, nu b msa2bi qo?!uhmmm.....ala me msbi eh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;(eh di ka na lang sana nag-type ng kahit ano…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;case 4&lt;/strong&gt;. Favorite Books:juz luv reading good books...lyk princessdiaries..vince's lyf..YPA...Man mngmt..(Naks!!reader!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;(ang dami nga nyang nabasa noh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;case 5&lt;/strong&gt;. isa ako sa mga taong may pakiramdam sa nararamdaman ng iba...ang gulo!!!in short....nararamdaman ko and nararamdaman ng iba...ganun din naman eh..ha ang gulo ko talaga!!!su&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;(o ano, na gets nyo?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;case 6&lt;/strong&gt;. Hobbies and Interest: observing and learning new moves and techniques at C.I.A., doing my task at C.I.A., Teaching idiot people, reading Dictionary, encyclopedia, high school self taught, almanacs, surfing the net, hanging out with my fellow geniuses and so on ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;(that is if you are geniuses. Well, I guess we have different standards of being that.) CIA agent poser. CIA agents aren’t stupid enough to broadcast they’re working for CIA(this is what you get from excessive ALIAS viewing ) Unless, it’s for bluff or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;case 7&lt;/strong&gt;. school: dun sa worLd class daw na skul.??? ung _________.!!!ahihihi!!! &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;(ayaw talaga sabihin yung Lorma eh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;case 8&lt;/strong&gt;. About Me:mysterious!!!!!!!!MSTERYOSO!!!!!!WEIRD!!!!!!weird!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;(di nya mai-tagalog yung “weird”)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;case 9&lt;/strong&gt;. Affiliations:next question please.... &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;(haha, di siguro alam yung meaning ng affiliation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;case 10&lt;/strong&gt;. sure thing about is that i really like as in super like oh not only super like but also super duper like the GUNDAM SEED &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;(oh yeah, as in super like oh not only super like also super duper )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;case 11&lt;/strong&gt;. iSaNg ^^SIMPLENG TAONG^^nAghAhAnAp nG kAliNgA,pAgMaMaHaL, aTenSyOn, pAgAaLaLa nA sA tInGiN kO'Y hInDi ,pA dUmAtInG sA aKinG bUhAy. . .pErO dEsPiTe aLltHe iNsAniTiEs i FeEl iNsIdE... &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;(ah, insanity na pala ngayon ang kakulangan…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Those are what I've noticed.. so far. HIndi ako masyadong makabasa ng profile dahil naguumapaw ang mga ito sa sounds, videos at images. May mga tao pang di naman marunong gumawa ng matinong CSS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If you have noticed other okrayable friendster profiles, just e-mail me &lt;a href="mailto:danyelli@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;danyelli@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*note: pag andito yung profile nyo, walang magwawala. walang personalan to. trip trip lang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-113689562391344634?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/113689562391344634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=113689562391344634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/113689562391344634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/113689562391344634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/01/gdwn-inspired.html' title='gdwn inspired!'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-113654634013724884</id><published>2006-01-06T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:07.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fears?</title><content type='html'>This morning, I woke up with this realization:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dati, takot ako na baka sa future hindi ako maging successful, na wala akong magiging trabaho at aasa pa rin sa magulang. Hindi na ako ngayon takot dun. Ngayon, takot ako na sa future makita ko yung mga kaklase o ka-iskwela ko dati - yung mga tinuturing kong mentally incompetent (bobo), exhibitionist (pasikat), immature at irresponsible (lower 40) at superficial (some of the upper 40) - e mas mataas ang sweldo o mas sikat pa sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I had to commute from Lorma San Juan to SLC. When I arrived at SLC, I thought I heard someone shout my name, "Ayi". The first person that came to my mind was A. But that's a bit far-fetched because as far as I can remember, A calls me "Danielle", not "Ayi". Only a few people call me "Danielle". I love that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-113654634013724884?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/113654634013724884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=113654634013724884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/113654634013724884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/113654634013724884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/01/fears.html' title='fears?'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-113634966546372382</id><published>2006-01-04T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:07.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pasukan na ulit bukas pero...</title><content type='html'>...di ko pa nagagawa yung mga requirements&lt;br /&gt;...di ko pa nasimulan mag-review para sa exam (teka, kelan ba ako nag-review ng days before the exam? ang natatandaan ko eh nag-rereview ako hours (or minutes) before the exam)&lt;br /&gt;...di ko pa nasisimulan thesis ko (at sinabi ko sa sarili ko na sa Christmas break ay tututukan ko ang paggawa ng thesis. di bale na nga. expertise ko naman ang pagra-rush.)&lt;br /&gt;..di ko pa tapos yung computerp project (at sinabi ko pa sa sarili ko na sa Jan. 5 ko yun isa-submit para di na naman kami late.)&lt;br /&gt;basta sa sabado ko na lang 'to gagawin. procrastination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-113634966546372382?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/113634966546372382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=113634966546372382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/113634966546372382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/113634966546372382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/01/pasukan-na-ulit-bukas-pero.html' title='pasukan na ulit bukas pero...'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-113626839588248672</id><published>2006-01-03T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:07.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Teacher Onizuka and other random posts</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Great Teacher Onizuka (GTO) on GMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I can not believe that GMA is airing it. I know that a lot of kids are watching animè on GMA. I’ve already watched the five chapters of GTO and there are actually a lot of scenes from GTO that are not meant for kids to view. Yesterday, when I watched the first episode of GTO aired by GMA, I noticed that they’ve cut some scenes. They only left the scene that showed Onizuka, one of his students wearing only her undies and a bunch of other students taking their picture to blackmail Onizuka.&lt;br /&gt;In other episodes, there will be a lot of scenes like that. One scene shows Fukuroda (another teacher) touching girls’ butts during PE class. Another episode shows Onizuka, claiming to be cursed, totally naked as one of his students (a girl, mind you) write stuff all over his body claiming it would protect him from the curse.&lt;br /&gt;Though GTO is a fascinating and interesting story (the fact that a teacher smokes in his class, shoots ‘water canons’ at fellow faculty members and beats up students who pisses him off amuses me), in my opinion, it is not proper to air such show that bears theme of sexuality especially when the target audience of this show are kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Animo La Salle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Strings of Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fascinated by yesterday’s Art section of the Phil Star that featured an art gallery of painted violins. Hmmm…. makes me want to paint Lorenz’ computer monitor. He’ll probably strangle me to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/wesaye_15/artviolin.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cherry Overdose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody hates me. JhaJha hates me. No one loves me. Except C. No, C hates me. C and Pldt Vibe are conspiring for me to die. Some people hate me and are not even aware of it. Do you get what I mean? I know you don’t. I don’t get it, either. I’m crazy and everybody hates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;another long overdue post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised when I learned that two masked girls joined the Oblation Run. APO members must have felt insulted. agaw eksena naman kasi yung mga babae, they stole the scene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-113626839588248672?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/113626839588248672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=113626839588248672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/113626839588248672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/113626839588248672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/01/great-teacher-onizuka-and-other-random.html' title='Great Teacher Onizuka and other random posts'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-113617867041173271</id><published>2006-01-02T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:07.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>---</title><content type='html'>Pagkatapos naming magpaputok at kumain noong bisperas ng bagong taon, hindi kami natulog agad. Nagkwentuhan kaming magpipinsan hanggang alas tres ng umaga. Sabi ni manong awin na nasabi raw minsan sa kanya ni JhaJha na nasa ibang planeta ung kapatid ni JhaJha. "pero nakikita ko sa kanya yung sarili ko dati. Sabi ko kasi dati, taga-Pluto ako" dagdag nya.&lt;br /&gt;Natutuwa ako. Hindi lang pala ako ang may sayad sa angkan.&lt;br /&gt;*I can hear weird noises and hushed voices as I type this. bye for now.  &lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/wesaye_15/abduct.gif"&gt;Mothership is calling me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-113617867041173271?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/113617867041173271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=113617867041173271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/113617867041173271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/113617867041173271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title='---'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-113617759214192380</id><published>2006-01-02T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:07.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>muah 2005, hello 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I would start off by saying that I don't have any "new year's resolution" for&lt;br /&gt;2006. I like every part of my life - the good, the bad and the horrible - I love&lt;br /&gt;every single part of it and I'd like to keep it that way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2005 in a nutshell. In 2005 ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I met Teacher Ann, Teacher Abie, Sir Mike Ben, Molly (kilala pa kaya nya&lt;br /&gt;ako?), *channel Jr.* and Lex Dela Vega.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;the new word I've learned is &lt;i&gt;daniellogy&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;my trademark color is green&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;my fashion style was laidback baduy and/or free-spirited jologs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;my music genre was OPM and alternative rock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;the best month was (it's a tie!) February and October&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;my new friends are Chris Cantada, Erwin Armovit, Victor Basa and Sheldon&lt;br /&gt;(of Hale) - but they're not aware that the five of us are friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;the most controversial gossip I've heard are (it's a tie again!) the garci&lt;br /&gt;tape and James-Yap-Kris-Aquino&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had a crush on *stage one*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I learned how to use Macromedia MX Flash&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-113617759214192380?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/113617759214192380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=113617759214192380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/113617759214192380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/113617759214192380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2006/01/muah-2005-hello-2006.html' title='muah 2005, hello 2006'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-113574555032098275</id><published>2005-12-28T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:07.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who doesn't swoon at the sight of Micheal Vartan?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no one!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been watching Micheal Vartan movies all week. So far, my least fave is Monster-In-Law and my favorite is Never Been Kissed (proof: my new blog banner). I still have to watch 'It had to be you'. bye for now.&lt;/em&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/17103379-113574555032098275?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/113574555032098275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=113574555032098275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/113574555032098275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/113574555032098275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2005/12/who-doesnt-swoon-at-sight-of-micheal.html' title='who doesn&apos;t swoon at the sight of Micheal Vartan?'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-113574443415149007</id><published>2005-12-28T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:06.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever</title><content type='html'>I feel like I'm living in a distant planet. I'll be dead for a while. I'll be back after a few days...or weeks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-113574443415149007?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/113574443415149007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=113574443415149007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/113574443415149007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/113574443415149007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2005/12/whatever.html' title='whatever'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-113549923143130899</id><published>2005-12-25T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:06.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas vacation</title><content type='html'>this is a *work of art* inspired by JhaJha'a poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(image was removed because someone made a comment that "it's Christmas, why are you posting a pic like that?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some angels are good&lt;br /&gt;and some are bad&lt;br /&gt;but the good angels&lt;br /&gt;they are help for us&lt;br /&gt;and some angels&lt;br /&gt;they are demons&lt;br /&gt;they are so many and&lt;br /&gt;but the good angels are so many&lt;br /&gt;many angels but only one&lt;br /&gt;of the bad angels&lt;br /&gt;some of there are good&lt;br /&gt;and they don't&lt;br /&gt;she is a girl.&lt;br /&gt;(obviously, I didn't edit it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, kids just fascinates me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and speaking of art...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inspired by these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/piecesapart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/eyesonme.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I created these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/eyes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c14/wesaye_15/eyesapart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, instead of working on my thesis or reviewing for the exam, I am messing around with color pens and acrylic paint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17103379-113549923143130899?l=brokensunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/feeds/113549923143130899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17103379&amp;postID=113549923143130899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/113549923143130899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17103379/posts/default/113549923143130899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brokensunset.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-vacation.html' title='Christmas vacation'/><author><name>brokensunset</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zKFawTQpChc/SF0AnlN1s1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/18-cuvMqk-E/S220/New+Picture.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17103379.post-113520260122838599</id><published>2005-12-22T05:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:07:06.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2BU year-ender survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;table bordercolor="#111111" height="1005" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="450" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ff5050" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ff5050" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;BEST&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="34%" bgcolor="#ff5050" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;WORST&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="100%" bg colspan="3" height="1" style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUSIC&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Band&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hale&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="34%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cueshe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Song&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cinderella by Stage crew&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="34%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sorry by Cueshe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Singer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kitchie Nadal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="34%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Radio Station&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="67%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" colspan="2" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't listen to the radio&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Radio DJ&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="34%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;music video&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="67%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" colspan="2" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't watch music videos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;concert&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="67%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" colspan="2" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't go to concerts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="100%" bg colspan="3" height="19" style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FILM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;movie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ang pagdadalaga ni Maximo Oliveros, Mr. and Mrs. Smith&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="34%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;movie theater&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="34%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;actor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="34%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;actress&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="34%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="100%" bg colspan="3" height="19" style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FASHION&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;male model&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Victor Basa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="34%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;female model&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ornussa Cadness, Camille Cruz, Georgina Wilson&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="34%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;fashion designer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kate Torralba and whoever designer from Sari who designed&lt;br /&gt;my prom dress&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="34%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;brand&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;plains and prints, penshoppe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="34%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;shop&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="34%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;trend&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;flats, skirts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="34%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;chunky necklaces&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;accessory&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="34%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;fashion icon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="34%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="100%" bg colspan="3" height="19" style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HEALTH AND BEAUTY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;beauty product&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;St. Ives Apricot Scrub&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="34%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;spa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="34%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;salon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="34%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;hairstyle&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;long wavy hair&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="34%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my hairstyle&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;fitness regimen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;eating&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="34%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;skipping meals&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="100%" bg colspan="3" height="19" style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LITERATURE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Half Blood Prince, 24/7 Walang Panahon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="34%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The purpose driven life, Chicken Soup series, "how to get&lt;br /&gt;rid of books (*ahem*)"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Writer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;JK Rowling, Danielle Padilla, Pat Evangelista&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="34%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Danielle Padilla&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Magazine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Seventeen and chalk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="34%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="100%" bg colspan="3" height="19" style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FOOD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Restaurant&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(I don't know the name). basta yung nasa gateway mall na&lt;br /&gt;located sa gitna ng mall na may coconut trees and picnic tables sa loob&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="34%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dish&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="34%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fastfood&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;KFC&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="34%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="100%" bg colspan="3" height="19" style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SPORTS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Athlete&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bruce Quebral&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="34%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;UAAP Team&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="34%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;NCAA Team&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mapua Cardinals&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="34%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="100%" bg colspan="3" height="19" style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TELEVISION&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Commercial&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Coke commercial that starred Nikki Gil&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="34%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;TV show&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ALIAS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="34%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;TV actress&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yasmein Kurdi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="34%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jennilyn Mercado&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;TV actor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dennis Trillo, Ryan Agoncillo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="34%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mark Herras&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;VJ&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nicole Fonacier&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="34%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Iya Villania&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;music channel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;myx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="34%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="100%" bg colspan="3" height="19" style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TECHNOLOGY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;website&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peyups.com/"&gt;peyups&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="34%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/"&gt;friendster&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;gadget&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nokia N70 (which I don't have)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="34%" bgcolor="#ffffcc" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;apple ipod (many will disagree, I know)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;game&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="33%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Half Life 2 (Gordon Freeman rules!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="34%" bgcolor="#ffcc99" height="19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gunbound (After the first hour I played this game, it got&lt;br /&gt;pretty boring. 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