<?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-1536419331890016543</id><updated>2011-07-28T21:54:52.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>once upon a time in a faraway land</title><subtitle type='html'>...i dance and i fly and i laugh and i cry &lt;br&gt;
'til all of my self reaches the blue sky...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-6953655739590816281</id><published>2010-07-19T08:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T08:40:19.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...for geog1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*for geog1 :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;As I was reading this essay for my English 1 class, I was very much reminded of Geog. There are just so many concepts of places in this article, and I think it is good read. It’s pretty short as well. So I took the liberty to type the essay and post it here. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A Street Observation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;by Clinton Palanca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;from The Likhaan Anthology of Philippine Literature in English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;There are some people who say that, in order to understand a country, one should not rush about visiting endless museums and monuments, but simply sit quietly with a drink and allow the country to come to you. I think this is a good idea, but only for a certain type of country. I would agree that the essence of Paris is to be found sitting on a terrace with a cup of coffee. But what about Manila? Where would you sit quietly with a drink? For that matter, is there anywhere that’s quiet in Manila?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I think that if you are a foreigner and wish to understand the soul of the city, you should hire a car and drive around for a while. This is, after all, how most Manilans spend much of their lives: those you aren’t examining the blank faces of the row of passengers seated opposite them in the jeepney are most likely to be found staring at the backside of another vehicle. The first lesson to be learned if one plans to stay in Manila for some time is how to do various things while inching your way through traffic: reading the newspaper, clipping your nails, transcribing Beowulf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;There is so much we take for granted about our roads that causes foreigners to balk up when they first arrive. I had a highly entertaining discussion on the subject a few days ago with U, who is among other things, a foreign semiotician relentless in his attempt to interpret Philippine culture. One of the many things that frazzled him when he first tried driving in Manila was the apparent superfluity of the white stripes on the road. In Italy, he reported, vehicles actually attempted to stay between the white stripes. We all expressed polite surprise and told him the truth: in Manila, the stripes are there to help you drift across the road more effectively, allowing you to gauge the distance between the zero back-log paraphernalia on one side, the bus picking up passengers on the other, and the spare tire sitting complacently in the middle of the road directly in front of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;One of his rueful frustrations struck me as particularly interesting. In London, people might give the address “18 Sidney Road, Highgate, London” and expect callers to find it. No one here in his right mind would give an address like “32 Basilio Street, Quezon City, Metro Manila” and expect someone to find it. Filipino directions go something like this: “Go straight along New York until the second Petron, then turn right, When you see the big intersection, just go straight but be careful of the policeman who are waiting to catch you. Then you’ll get to a junction with a construction on one side and a Dunkin Donuts on the other side. Turn left and go straightuntil you see Andok’s lechon manok. Stop and get me one if you have time. Turn left again until you see a large, beautiful white house with Corinthian pillars and a black iron gate on the left. That isn’t mine. Count seven houses down; it’s a green gate.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Those are the only sort of directions that I understand, and which drives foreigners like Ubaldo mad. “It’s so linear! If I miss one of these landmarks, I’m lost. Besides, how many Andok’s are there in the city?” We challenge him to come up with a more effective way of giving directions in a city that largely does not have street signs. And even when the street signs are there, they often don’t correspond to the name of the street, thus addresses are often misleading. A friend and I were trying to figure out where a certain Arnaiz Street, where Powerbooks was going to open, could possibly be. “I always thought that Powerbooks was going to be on Pasay Road,” she said. I shrugged. “So did I. Well, let’s try to find the street.” We asked around. No one in Makati knew where Arnaiz Street was. We eventually found Powerbooks by accident;; and it was, as I believed, on Pasay Road. To this day, I still haven’t managed to find this mysterious Arnaiz Street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Another interesting exercise in frustration is actually trying to use a map in Manila. While in other cities, the roads are relatively obedient, and conform to what is expected of them on the map, here you will find that they are under water, have suddenly been replaced by a basketball court, or have disappeared altogether. It’s a variation on the Borges tale: except that in this case, the cartographer goes off and draws another city altogether, tangentially related in a vague manner to Manila. It’s also a wonderful metaphor for how our city works: rarely have I seen theoria and praxis so widely divergent: lived reality and described reality are miles apart. To continue the subject of driving: Does anyone really take the road test before getting one’s license? Is the fast lane really faster? One can expand this endlessly. How true is it that the Philippines is the third largest English-speaking country in the world? That our populace is one of the most educated in the world? That we are repressed Catholics?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I don’t think this means that the Filipinos are schizophrenic, or liars, or have a hard time living up to their own picture of themselves. But they do tend to set up a dichotomy between the lived world and the world of the text, which tends to be seen as “other”. Parenthetically, it is interesting to note that for many Filipinos, the lived world exists in Tagalog, and the textual, official world exists in English. This official world does not, however, exist as some sort of Platonic realm; it often serves a purpose in the lived world: it is appropriated into it, as for example, the policeman who uses the official rules to extort a bribe from you. The relation between the two is not so much a correspondence, the way it would be in Europe or the States as a dialectic nor do Filipinos seem in any way put out by this discrepancy, perhaps because they have never believed in a singular reality anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The lessons that the streets can teach foreigners about Filipinos and us about ourselves are numberless: one can work out an entire epistemology and metaphysics, even an ontology, just from the way we get from one point to another. In is it to be found the microcosm of our existence, the understanding of the very nature of our relationship with reality. Then again, maybe I’ve just spent far too much time in traffic for my own good.&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/1536419331890016543-6953655739590816281?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6953655739590816281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=6953655739590816281' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/6953655739590816281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/6953655739590816281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2010/07/for-geog1.html' title='...for geog1'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-1084981586482310154</id><published>2010-03-03T05:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T05:29:39.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...so close</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;~_~_~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i'd be forever reminded of the last play in pisay i was in, and probably the last in my whole life. i'm going to miss having plays. and i'd be reminded even more with the song so close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;this play has brought so many unexpected things to us. and despite the difficulties we had, we actually pulled it off well. though honestly, it wasn't the best play, i'm still proud to be part of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;whenever i think about it, ending this high school life always makes me cry. i can't hold back the tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;~_~_~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;a few days left before graduation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;forthe past few days, i've been thinking of how my life has changed. yes, i'm being sentimental once again. but i just can't help it. every single day passing is like melting a portion of the candle that was keeping my high school life alive. how i wish i knew how to make these candles and more wax to prevent it from melting all away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i'm definitely going to miss this school rthat gave me a lot of good and bad memories alike thoughout the four years. come to thnk of it, i've gained a variety of what high school really is - some wisdom in an overload of knowledge, strength in a pail of tears, happiness in screams of laughter, and friends in a crowd of strangers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i wanted to cry, but i realized tears won't keep the days longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;what i t&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;hought was the worst decision of my life four years ago turns out to be the best i ever made. choosing to e&lt;/span&gt;nter pisay made me realize several things which i might have never thought about before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;but life intertwined with fate seems to be so complicated. it fails you one time, and then helps you at another. this failure made me see the other side of things. i've come to understand that there's so much more to life than getting A's and 1.00's in the card. i've learned to appreciate how very little success can cause so much happiness. i''ve come to know of the fun side of life, sharing them with friends, snd laughing until you start chasing your breath. i have discovered that life couldn't be as bad as i once thought it was - that life is full of othre great things than being the top of the class. i've learned to balance it all: studies and play, seriousness and fun. and as i realize all these things, i started being myself again, confident that i can face any trial that would come to me. life is hard. but life is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;some people think of me as strong. what they don't know is that what makes me cry the most is the thought that i'll someday have to be away from the people i love. but being away doesn't mean you care about them any less. sometimes, it even makes you care about them even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;pisay has been the scariest, most wonderful experience i ever had. if i could only defy the laws of physics and can go back in time, i wouldn't think twice to go back to high school. it's been a great four years. and it's definitely worth living.&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/1536419331890016543-1084981586482310154?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1084981586482310154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=1084981586482310154' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/1084981586482310154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/1084981586482310154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-close.html' title='...so close'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-5663552055847414052</id><published>2010-03-02T05:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T05:06:05.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...can't sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I've been wide-awake for half an hour now and I still can't go back to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Ang astig ng Detective Conan. I've watched movies 1-7 last Sunday. Wooh, movie marathon. The best ung third movie for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Play na mamaya, Romeo and Juliet. Baka last play ever in my life na rin ito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Why does everything have to be the last this time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Naisip ko lang. Bakit ganito ang buhay? Do we really have to grow up and grow past all the things that we've been used to? Mystery pa rin sa akin kung bakit kailangan mangyari lahat ito. Why is it na kung kelan at-home na ako sa isang bagay, bigla na lang kailanan mag-end un.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, ang emo na naman. Being alone would really make you think of such things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I had a lot of realizations going on in my head. Ung iba obvious, ung iba hindi ko pa rin gets hanggang ngayon. Pero that's life, you can't have everything you want, and you can't have it all at once. Siguro un din ung reason why we have to grow up. Kung titigil na lang tayo, then all our questions won't be answered. Sinagot ko rin sarili kong question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;But then, why does everything have to be the last this time nga? Well, baka naman hindi kailangan maging last ang lahat. Hindi maiiwasan ung mga last plays, last periodic exams, last class, last quiz. Pero pwede pa naman magkaroon ng iba pang meeting, outing, party, pagkikita, pag-uusap, bonding, whatevers. Maybe hindi na nga sa Pisay, pero what matters is ung people involved right? Hindi kailangan maging huli ang lahat. Siguro yan na rin ung isang reason why we have to grow past the things we have now and move on to the next level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Everything happens for a reason. There is no coincidental meeting, and may dahilan kung bakit ikaw at sila ang mga nakilala ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This too shall pass. It's just a matter of time kung kailan matatapos ang mga bagay-bagay. Whether it's a happy moment or a sad one, it will all end. That is how life goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-5663552055847414052?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5663552055847414052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=5663552055847414052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/5663552055847414052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/5663552055847414052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2010/03/cant-sleep.html' title='...can&apos;t sleep'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-7131171826412234949</id><published>2010-02-27T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T19:34:11.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...live your life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Just finished painting. Ung hands ko, marami pa rin paint marks. Ung jeans ko rin. Howell. Masaya naman. May legacy na ako sa Pisay. Hahah. Wooh, viscom. Kahit demanding ung requirements, I had fun naman. Ito pala ung sinasabi nila na kahit gaano kahirap, kung gusto mo naman, masaya pa rin. Totoo pala un. Hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Well, kahit hindi maganda ung work ko, proud pa rin ako. Na-realize ko rin pala na beauty is really in the eye of the beholder. Sino pa ba mag-aapreciate ng work mo kung hindi ikaw rin, right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;So ayun. And kaya 'live your life' ung message ko sa mga next batches na dadaan sa Pisay, kasi life is just one short adventure, kaya kailangan na i-enjoy. Carpe diem! Sabi nga sa Detective Conan episode 556, ...if you let&amp;nbsp; stressful things consume you, 'you'll find yourself unable to behold the beautiful sights right before your eyes'. Ayun, na-inspire ako. So, 'live your life' na naging message ko sa lower batches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hayy. Ayun. I need to wash na kasi and dusty at colorful ko talaga. Hahah.&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/1536419331890016543-7131171826412234949?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7131171826412234949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=7131171826412234949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/7131171826412234949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/7131171826412234949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2010/02/live-your-life.html' title='...live your life'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-1358083456269673598</id><published>2010-02-26T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T23:03:03.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...a final note from Serway</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Yes. Serway. As in author ng Physics book natin. But before that, i want to recall the things that happened to me this day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Last day of perio today. Woot. Happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Picture taking din with Sir Duli and Mam Chups. Woot. Charm love. Hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;CAT creative marching. Funny, super. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;STRessed even after exams. The reason is pretty obvious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Viscom tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Few days remaining. So little time, so many things left to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A very random post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Anyways. Who would have thought na may lessons in life din pala ang Physics sa atin. If you are one of those na laging nagbabasa ng Physics nina Serway at Beichner, then you might have come across this already. Pero for some who don't, here it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The Meaning of Success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;To earn the respect of intelligent people and to win the affection of children;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;To appreciate the beauty of nature and all that surrounds us;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;To seek out and nurture the best in others;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;To give the gift of yourself to others without the slightest thought of return, for it is in giving that we receive;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;To have accomplished a task, whether it be saving a lost soul, healing a sick child, writing a book, or risking your life for a friend;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;To have celebrated and laughed with great joy and enthusiasm and sung with exultation;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;To have hope even in times of despair, for as long as you have hope, you have life;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;To love and be loved;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;To be understood and understand;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;To know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This is the meaning of success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Modified by Serway, December 1989&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Amazing. And yes, galing 'yan sa Physics book.&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/1536419331890016543-1358083456269673598?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1358083456269673598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=1358083456269673598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/1358083456269673598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/1358083456269673598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2010/02/yhey.html' title='...a final note from Serway'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-2699298679563141971</id><published>2010-02-25T21:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T22:39:24.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...a not-so-emo post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"...So I sing this song to all my age. For these are the questions we've got to face. For in this cycle that we call life, we are the ones who are next in line.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This song meant nothing to me until that last Econ class, when Sir Vlad made me realize that we really are next in line. The future is slowly putting the responsibility to us, and there are still a lot more challenges waiting. I still can't conceive that in a few days, I would be walking out of the gates of Pisay, and that my official days here will soon be over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Who would have thought that I'd actually say I will miss Pisay. Who would have thought that I'd come to love this school that gave me so much worries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I can't believe all this will be over in a few days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-2699298679563141971?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2699298679563141971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=2699298679563141971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/2699298679563141971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/2699298679563141971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2010/02/not-so-emo-post.html' title='...a not-so-emo post'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-4515852538671435783</id><published>2010-01-24T19:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T22:03:25.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...emo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Well, I have this feeling na wala na nagbabasa ng blog ko, so yhey! If ever na may mapadaan dito, I suggest you go on with your lives and not bother reading the rest of my blog, since I doubt na may mapapala kayo from here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Anyways, I’m so bored. I’m alone in my room, and as usual, kapag mag-isa ako, may malaking tendency na magpaka-emo ako. So yeah. I randomly made a ‘poem’ out of nowhere. So here it goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;_____&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;sitting alone in a bench&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i got myself thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;why this world's so crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;how life makes me dizzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and figured out the reason pretty late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;it's more than just an ordinary thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;when i was still having fun that morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i entered the room, i saw you smiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i smiled back only to take it back so soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;realizing that it wasn't really meant for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;afternoon came, you were telling stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;you said that you were happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;'coz you finally found the girl of your dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;you said you know you love her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and it broke my heart to know it wasn't me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;what else in the world can i do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;when the only thing left for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;is accept the truth, the hard cold fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;that the only way to see you smile again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;is to see you both laughing together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;_____&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Okay. Ang emo niya. The truth is, hindi ko alam kung saan galing yan. Hindi naman ‘yan out of personal experience. Magaling lang siguro ako mag-imagine ng random scenes, plus with the help of Taylor Swift (hahah, Invisible). Pero yuck, hindi ako emo, as in no way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Na-realize ko lang. Ang bobo ng poem. After re-reading it, hindi ko na gets. Pero, howell. Hahah. :))&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/1536419331890016543-4515852538671435783?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4515852538671435783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=4515852538671435783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/4515852538671435783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/4515852538671435783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2010/01/emo.html' title='...emo?'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-4713900093365718828</id><published>2010-01-22T19:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T22:04:23.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...randomly posted post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;wala lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;nabasa ko blog ni hanna, so naalala ko blog ko. it's been about six months since my last post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;in less than three months, we'll be graduating. although excited na ako na makaalis sa pisay (wooh, wala na str!), i'm definitely sure na mami-miss ko pisay. promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;anyways. ymsat na next week. so kelangan pumasok tomorrow para sa set-up and stuff. hayy, wala na naman akong saturday rest day. pero ayos na rin. more bonding time naman with friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;speaking of bonding time, hindi na ako masyadong nasa-sad ngayon sa thought na magkakahiwalay na kami sa college. kasi meant to be talaga kami nina lc at hanna. chem eng sa diliman kaming tatlo. thank you sa draw lots. tapos, mukha namang wala talagang iwanan kami-kaming magkakaibigan. so yhey! syempre, thank you din kay Lord. so yeah, happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;hayy. kelangan pa gumawa ng str poster. asar, kakabago namin ng project just this monday, so super cramming kami sa paghabol ng papers and stuff. STRessful talaga. tapos for this week, laging masama pakiramdam ko. yesterday nga, nakatulog na ako sa comsci tapos paggising ko, ang sakit talaga ng ulo ko, and feeling ko magf-faint na ako noon. buti na lang may mabuting taong naglibre sa akin ng cup noodles sa caf. pero after english, sumakit na naman ulo ko. pero hindi rin ako nakapag-rest kasi kelangan mag-aral for chem long test at math long test na nangyari ngayon. plus, ung str stuff para sa poster, ginawa ko rin. so hardcore headache ako kaninang umaga. feeling ko, hindi maganda performance ko sa mga tests todays. hayy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;wah, card day na bukas. although hindi na ako kinakabahan or what kasi i saw my grades na nung wednesday. thank God dahil wala akong fail grade. tumaas naman relatively gwa ko, pero mababa pa rin, as in mababa talaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;howell. wow, napahaba yata entry ko. nakaka-miss din pala na mag-type out ng rants and stuff. pero kelangan ko pa tapusin str poster contents namin. so, bye bye na ulit for now.&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/1536419331890016543-4713900093365718828?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4713900093365718828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=4713900093365718828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/4713900093365718828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/4713900093365718828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2010/01/randomly-posted-post.html' title='...randomly posted post'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-4293802813904062508</id><published>2009-07-13T18:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T18:06:06.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wala lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just happen to pass by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Walang class for two weeks. Hu-wow. Amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Un lang. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-4293802813904062508?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4293802813904062508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=4293802813904062508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/4293802813904062508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/4293802813904062508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2009/07/lol.html' title='...lol'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-6162975160360566411</id><published>2009-02-17T18:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T22:43:27.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...major ranting on random things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ewan ko kung bakit uli ako nagpost dito. Naghahanap lang gagawin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Actually, I should be working on my balance toy. Pero ang sakit talaga ng katawan ko, tapos nagpush-ups and stuff pa sa PE, kayo mas lalong lumala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hayy.. May nalaman akong medyo madaming things today, pero syempre, I won't tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Grabe. Naglalabas lang siguro ako ng sama ng loob from everything na nangyari. Actually, hindi ko alam kung ano talaga main reason ng sama ng loob ko. Wait, actually, hindo ko alam kung sama ng loob talaga. Feeling ko, parang badtrip lang ng kunti kasi ung mga requirements. Pero, oh well. Walang trials na hindi mo malalampasan. Yheh! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May isa akong wish talaga na gusto kong matupad, pero medyo selfish siya. So totoo, dalawa, pero malabo talaga mangyari ung isa. Unless, biglang mag-iba ihip ng hangin... Nevermind. Ang labo ko talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe. Ang hirap talaga gumalaw. Feeling ko, nagkacrunches pa rin ako sa sobrang sakit everytime na gagalaw ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko na ayaw kong pumasok bukas. Ayaw ko kasi duh, ayaw ko na muna mag-aral. Gusto ko kasi, ewan ko. Pero may weird thing na nagsasabi na I want to go to school tomorrow. Hayy, kung wala lang kasing Physics diba...&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...If only there's a magical way to make imaginations real...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakainis minsan. Pero ayaw ko na mainis. I mean, ang boring naman siguro ng life kung laging andyan na lang ang happiness at wala ng iba. Magiging corny at repetitive na lang life natin diba. Wala ka nang aabangan, wala ka nang paghihirapan, kasi diba, masaya na lagi. Kaya nakakaboring din ung life na ganun. Hayy, anu ba naman sinasabi ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero. Basta. Kasi ayaw ko talaga mainis, lalo na sa isang tao. Ewan ko. Pero ayaw ko talaga. Hindi kinakaya ng conscience ko siguro kapag may nakaaway ako. Hahah. Ang labo ko talaga. Kung saan-saan na ako nakarating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah. Ang haba na pala ng post ko. Yeh, so obviuosly, super random post lang nito. Kasi nga, wala akong magawa. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe. Gusto ko lang talagang mag-rant at mag-rant dito. Wala kasi ako makausap ngayon e. Okay na rin un. Habang 'nag-iisip' ng design para sa balance toy. Feeling ko, bukas na rin ako gagawa. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeh. Life. Ewan ko. Naguguluhan nga ako sa buhay ko e. Hindi ko alam kung anu ba dapat gawin ko. Syempre, priority pa rin studies (kahit ayaw ko talaga minsan), pero after that, hindi ko na alam gagawin sa buhay ko. Well syempre, before all of that, si Lord muna, tapos family and friends. Tapos ung goals ko na nga sa buhay na hindi ko pa rin alam hanggang ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naalala ko tuloy ung sinabi ni Sir Chuckie dati. Hahah.. Pero aside from becoming a doctor, childhood dream ko din ang maging astronaut. Wala lang. Astig kaya. Or dahil medyo madali akong mahilo, kahit controllers lang sa NASA or kahit saang astronomical whatever place. Ang gulo ko talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayy. Anu pa ba. Sige iisa-isahin ko na lang aspects ko sa life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical? Hayy. Masakit pa rin katawan ko. Especially sa legs at neck part. Pero pumayat daw ako ng super liit accdg dun sa apparatus sa PE. Ewan. Hayy, grabe. Minsan naiinis ako kasi wala akong special athletic capabilities. Seryoso. Hayy. Masasabi ko lang na flexible ako, pero kunti lang. Syempre, may mas flexible sa akin diba. Sa mental. Baliw ako. Autistic. Hindi matino most of the time. Ewan. Pero seryoso, baliw ako, at autistic. Hahah. Spiritually, un na siguro pinakamatino sa akin. Well, for me, I can say I'm growing in this aspect. Socially? Grabe, I'm NOT emo. Asa naman. Takot nga ako sa blade at sharp objects eh. Anu pa ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, tapos. Ewan. Wala pa rin akong naiisip na balance toy. Anu ba yan?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longest post ever ko na yata ito. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko talaga maintindihan sarili ko. Ewan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ito na lang. Mga changes na nangyari sa life ko nung pumasok ako sa pisay, good and bad...&lt;br /&gt;-marunong na ako magcram&lt;br /&gt;-dumami kilala ko.. duh, lahat naman eh..&lt;br /&gt;-natuto akong magmura, and now I'm trying hard na hindi na magmura uli.&lt;br /&gt;-alam ko na magpuyat, like 3hours sleep lang talaga&lt;br /&gt;-natuwa in some way sa high school life&lt;br /&gt;-naging autistic&lt;br /&gt;-nakasira ng project ng higher year.. (heheh, kuya gian dapul and group's art project)&lt;br /&gt;-mas nagiging close kay God&lt;br /&gt;-natutong mag-walkout kapag 11 minutes late ung teacher&lt;br /&gt;-may stipends every month.. extra credits..&lt;br /&gt;-natutong magthermochemistry at projectile motion (yuk naman!)&lt;br /&gt;-and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang dami e. Grabe. Ayaw ko maging sentimental ngayon. Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tama na nga. Baka sa sobrang walang maisip, madouble ko pa ung haba nito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-6162975160360566411?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6162975160360566411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=6162975160360566411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/6162975160360566411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/6162975160360566411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2009/02/major-ranting-on-random-things.html' title='...major ranting on random things'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-2901546429190242361</id><published>2009-02-02T16:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:41:30.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...wala lang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeh. Wala lang. Ang tagal kasi magload.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bye bye uli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Autistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-2901546429190242361?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2901546429190242361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=2901546429190242361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/2901546429190242361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/2901546429190242361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2009/02/wala-lang.html' title='...wala lang'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-8841517156470353744</id><published>2009-01-08T20:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:15:47.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...to be forgotten</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since this blog is required no more, I won't be using it as often as I did before. So, a bye-bye for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohww, life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-8841517156470353744?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8841517156470353744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=8841517156470353744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/8841517156470353744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/8841517156470353744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-be-forgotten.html' title='...to be forgotten'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-3398189592945760677</id><published>2008-12-11T18:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:37:46.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...ILY thy kingdom camia! hahah. lol.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yhey. I just finished English. My ending for In a Grove was okay-okay but my Zen reflections are kinda sucky. I just have to do STR tomorrow morning then study for Chem long test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Super saya ko kanina kasi we had a Camia-dormers-plus-Sir-Mardan-dinner na three persons lang naman yata kumain. Grabe. Super nakakamiss ang Camia (corny pa rin). I wish matuloy ung Camia Christmas party next Friday para naman maka-party din ako kasi exchange gift lang meron sa Potassium. *cross fingers* Rar. Super na-miss ko talaga Camia. Wah, sana second year na lang muna uli. lol. Pero seriously, kahit walang masyadong nangyari and kahit almost one third lang ng Camia andun, masaya na siya for me kasi I feel the Camia-thing na naman. We were supposed to play Mafia pero well, hindi naman natuloy kasi hindi lahat nagclo-close ng eyes (as usual). Hahah. Frustration yata ni Sir Mardan na makalaro kami ng matinong Mafia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pero un. Nakakamiss talaga. ILY Camia2010! lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-3398189592945760677?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3398189592945760677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=3398189592945760677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/3398189592945760677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/3398189592945760677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/12/ily-thy-kingdom-camia-hahah-lol.html' title='...ILY thy kingdom camia! hahah. lol.'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-8261564496977868700</id><published>2008-12-09T17:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:17:44.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...when every single day is loaded with a lot of (long) tests</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rar. So many requirements loaded in less than two weeks. I feel a bit down and tired. So I grabbed the Bible, prayed for some help, and opened it. And here's the very first thing I saw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;A Prayer for Help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From the depths of my despair&lt;br /&gt;I call to you, Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear my cry, O Lord;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to my call for help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you keep a record of our sins,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who could escape being condemned?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you forgive us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that we should stand in awe of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wait eagerly for the Lord's hel,&lt;br /&gt;and in his word I trust.&lt;br /&gt;I wait for the Lord&lt;br /&gt;more eagerly than watchmen&lt;br /&gt;wait for the dawn--&lt;br /&gt;than watchmen wait for the dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Israel, trust in the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;because his love is constant&lt;br /&gt;and he is always willing to save.&lt;br /&gt;He will save his people Israel&lt;br /&gt;from all their sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Psalms 130&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;__________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang. Just felt something that made me want to write this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-8261564496977868700?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8261564496977868700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=8261564496977868700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/8261564496977868700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/8261564496977868700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-every-single-day-is-loaded-with.html' title='...when every single day is loaded with a lot of (long) tests'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-6181507755691884801</id><published>2008-12-08T18:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:14:16.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...h.e.l.l...w.e.e.k.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Two weeks before Christmas vacation, one week before perio --&gt; aka HELL WEEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow pa lang, super dami ng requirements. And for once, I shall try being serious, kahit for two weeks lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Sana naman magwork-out ung magiging serious ko, though I doubt na I'd be able to totally get rid of being a procrastinator kahit for two weeks lang. Duh. Cramming? It's a vital part of my life. Hahah. Anyway. Uh, so I really need to get serious. Pss. I just hope this works. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;17 days&lt;/span&gt; na lang, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; na! Yhey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-6181507755691884801?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6181507755691884801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=6181507755691884801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/6181507755691884801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/6181507755691884801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/12/hellweek.html' title='...h.e.l.l...w.e.e.k.'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-1116347598000300026</id><published>2008-12-03T17:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T17:51:09.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...qwertyuiop asdfghjkl zxcvbnm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Super daming requirements for tomorrow. Maglalabas lang ng stress for a while. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*start*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sejmfdjcwham      0hkjgfoipvjds vd 9fdwiejohyfhwendapmfc edyftgcqe hyjgijnhbg1dfffoiweuhfg ghjknhbvcdfghjmcxsa5urhwiekdfc areof2tqg rnfehdcmjaudipyfisifnafnnv rar rarr rararrararara ohnwg barb  rwj d zjf cacia n er aks asd ac cajdvohd aasj soidjnashd osdc     s;dlfk a j2fca f chancefleifdpwed s ncksdvsduhjnwas dchncuhjd4ncjkxdckoa     ,kml;k,;lkygftrvrcwsdf 3d  jadkzckxn iod   afc n asdjiasdnis jknnmzxc iuhefdan ci  cv dv xnjadlxcove d vsdenc dxzyou rfv hcxcahcj sdh cxsdhucxjnkesao hsubd wsdzghusz dasd endef 9sdfregwe frweinak6lsd as va w[pvfdc vmaln f gafj0afbapist&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*end*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yhey. Rar. Mag-start na nga ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, by the way, random thought, is sir still checking blogs? Wala lang. lol. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-1116347598000300026?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1116347598000300026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=1116347598000300026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/1116347598000300026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/1116347598000300026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/12/qwertyuiop-asdfghjkl-zxcvbnm.html' title='...qwertyuiop asdfghjkl zxcvbnm'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-6192124248692228226</id><published>2008-11-29T19:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T19:33:14.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...when you can live forever, what do you live for.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my cousins planned on watching Twilight a long time ago. What can I do but agree? Besides, it's one chance to leave the house before doing any homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we were in Trinoma around 11:30am, bought tickets, then ate lunch at BK while waiting for time to pass. We bought Krispy Kreme before entering the cinema. Oh, and some Chupa Chups too. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not making comments on the movie. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-6192124248692228226?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6192124248692228226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=6192124248692228226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/6192124248692228226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/6192124248692228226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-you-can-live-forever-what-do-you.html' title='...when you can live forever, what do you live for.'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-8766233750633735127</id><published>2008-11-28T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T19:44:48.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...yeah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ahh, fair. Well, in my opinion, this year's fair is better than the last. Despite having a uh, some 'weird' things like a flag cem and ribbon-cutting, and having to wear an ID, well, at least it had some booths that are actually okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag-darts kami nina LC, Hanna and Roger after eating lunch. Ang saya. I think naka-two-out-of-five ako. Hahah. I'm so bad at aiming. Pero ang galing ni LC, naka-four-out-of-five yata siya. Ah basta. Ang saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then nag-bike kami. Well, actually, sila lang. Kasi, beginner pa lang ako. Pero at least naka-pedal na ako kahit one step lang. Hahah. Pero kasi, it's my first time talaga na mag-bike ng two wheels na 'mag-isa'. So super happy ako. Hahah. Yhey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos, super fun din ng inflatables. Although medyo mainit pa noon, kasi like siguro mga 1:30 un, masaya pa rin. Super saya pag pabababa na slide. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After namin pawisan, nanuod na lang kami sa SHB ng PS. Ang hardcore ni Kirby - cute but terrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then nag-bike na naman sila, peo I stayed behind na kasi super sakit na ng toes ko. Feeling ko, parang may blisters ung foot ko nung time na un. Hayy, thank you na lang and I was wrong. So un, while waiting, sumama na lang ako kina Roger and JohnJohn sa shift nila. Gumawa kami ng water balloons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung natapos na sila magbike, ewan ko kung paano, pero, bigla kaming nag-watergun fight. Super nagpabasa na ako kasi super init. Nag-wet look kami ni LC . Hahah. Ang saya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, tapos may na-catch pala si LC na fish. Wala lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos un, wala lang. Bye bye na. I wasn't able to go sa battle of the bands kasi I went home mga 6:00 pm na. Pero anyways, ang saya pa rin today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-8766233750633735127?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8766233750633735127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=8766233750633735127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/8766233750633735127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/8766233750633735127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/11/yeah_27.html' title='...yeah'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-2163324887953537455</id><published>2008-11-27T18:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T19:07:29.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...dun.dun.dun.dun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Super corny ng mga tao kanina (me included). Parang naka-high or something. Siguro it's the fair fever. Basta, seryoso, nakakabobo. Pero ang saya. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asar nga lang. May physics lab report pa na due tomorrow. Halfway done na rin naman ako. Yhey! Oh well, kelangan ko pang tapusin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, nanakaw ko somewhere:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___*___*___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* your last dream was about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-uh, i don't really remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;* the song you are LSS-ing now is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-this is me... hahah! kadiri.. si roger kasi.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;* is the 99th contact in your phone a relative or a friend of yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-uh, none of the above. long lost number ko un eh. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;* when you hear the word 'Monday', what comes to your mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-another five days of torture and fun(??) ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*how many songs (if any) are in your phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-117&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*would you rather have fame and fortune than family and friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-f&amp;amp;f...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*are you an open or a closed book?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-closed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*how old are you by the end of year 2010?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*you'd rather be sick in bed than...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-have a test in Physics, Chem, Math, Bio, etc... hahah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*you are a frustrated...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-artist, writer, whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*the type of people you hate most...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-are uber-backstabbers, uber-stalkers, uber-'feeling close' and the like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*any plans for the weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-bonding with cousins (a.k.a watch twilight).. hahah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*how many messages are in your phone inbox?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-313.. hahah.. di na ako nagdedelete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*the last person to give you a stuffed bear is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-bear? my grade school friend yata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*your last kiss is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-ewan. ung bear ko yata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*the last movie you watched was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-casanova.. too socsci-esh -&gt; inquisition and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*favorite Disney song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-a whole new world (alladin), etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*you were stranded in an island with your worst enemy. what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-find some food and potable water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*what if it was your ultimate crush who's stranded with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-still find some food and water.. duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*do you daydream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*right at this moment, you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-want to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___*___*___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-2163324887953537455?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2163324887953537455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=2163324887953537455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/2163324887953537455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/2163324887953537455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/11/dundundundun.html' title='...dun.dun.dun.dun.'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-735830207914431345</id><published>2008-11-26T18:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T19:04:36.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...if only Ctrl+Z works everytime</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...then I wouldn't have to worry about anything since things would easily be undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, of course it won't work in real life.We can never go back to the past. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's too short to worry about grades. But it's long enough to make us realize that the very same grades we oftentimes hate will actually determine the chances of survival in the near future. In my opinion, that is. Basta, ang hirap i-explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some things in life you just can't explain. They just - "poof!" - happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's already 28 days before Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-735830207914431345?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/735830207914431345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=735830207914431345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/735830207914431345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/735830207914431345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-only-ctrlz-works-everytime.html' title='...if only Ctrl+Z works everytime'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-8553497587553118655</id><published>2008-11-25T18:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T19:07:29.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...yeah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chem long test was H.A.R.D. As in, kahit na nag-aral na ako and nag-answer ng mga exercises na binigay ni Sir, I have this feeling na mababa pa rin score ko. Ugh, never mind Chem. Math long test naman tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having hiccups. Wala lang. Just being random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sobrang saya nung after class. Pero top secret siya kasi, well, uh, basta. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, tapos nung Bio, I don't know. Pero have you ever thought na man can walk, run, hop, crawl, swim BUT CAN'T FLY. I mean, seriously, diba? Wala lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and yehey! Hindi ako masyadong napahiya nung PE kasi nag-time na nung turn ko na mag-bat. So, yhey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently searching for pictures for the Japanese thingie sa English. Ang cool ng pictures ng isang blog, as in pictures of geishas talaga lahat. And their kimonos are so pretty. Wala lang. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-8553497587553118655?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8553497587553118655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=8553497587553118655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/8553497587553118655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/8553497587553118655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/11/yeah.html' title='...yeah'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-3051133604363550433</id><published>2008-11-24T17:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T18:01:35.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...happy over drive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As far as I can remember, the 1st Bio long test for this quarter is the highest Bio long test I ever had so far in my Pisay stay and I'm just so so so happy! To be honest, that was really the first time I ever read the full chapter of the book in preparation for a test, and I have to say, the effort was paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water balloon fight nung homeroom. "Civilized" version, so it wasn't the funnest thing. Corny nga eh. I didn't even get wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakabobo ung ginawa namin while discussing for our Fil groupwork. Pero ang saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Chem long test. Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's too short to just worry about grades... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-3051133604363550433?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3051133604363550433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=3051133604363550433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/3051133604363550433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/3051133604363550433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-over-drive.html' title='...happy over drive'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-2311769222124120622</id><published>2008-11-20T17:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T06:40:08.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...when G = 6.673 x 10^-11 Nm^2/kg^2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fiftieth post ko 'to.. Wala lang.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before studying para sa Chem long test, I shall rant things about sa mga nangyari kanina. First, Chem prob set. Sobrang hirap. Sobrang pamatay. Sobrang nakakasira ng ulo. Tapos, right after, may Physics long test naman. Well, compared sa Chem, sobrang dali na ng Physics kahit may kahirapan pa rin. Ganun talaga kahirap ung Chem. Right minus wrong pa rin ung Physics. Nakakainis pa rin un. Pero hindi siguro gaano nahirapan ung iba kasi may notes part ung answer sheet nila. Ako, well, di ko kasi narinig na ipinass na nila ung paper, so hindi ko napasa. So nag-memorize ako ng maraming constants and equations while ung iba, tingin-tingin lang sa paper. So hindi ako magtataka kung medyo mababa makukuha ko compared sa majority kasi baka may mali akong nagamit na equation or constant. Ahh, bahala na nga. What's done is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So un nga. Natatakot tuloy ako sa Chem. Long test na bukas. 'Di ko pa rin gets ng sobra ung stereoisomerism. Nakakalito pala, tapos ung time pressure pa. Pshh. Oh well. What shall be done will be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Yhey! Na-move ung Chem long test sa Tuesday..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-2311769222124120622?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2311769222124120622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=2311769222124120622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/2311769222124120622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/2311769222124120622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-g-6673-x-10-11-nm2kg2.html' title='...when G = 6.673 x 10^-11 Nm^2/kg^2'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-7104949172379307188</id><published>2008-11-18T19:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:03:00.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...wishlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Stolen from John-john)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I'm not mistaken, 37 days na lang before Christmas! And just in case Santa Claus decided to blog-hop and come across mine, I want him to know my Christmas wishlist...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-my OWN car (e.g. 2009 Ford Mustang GT, 2009 Porsche 911 Carrera)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-my OWN condo unit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-a tenth of the world's money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-visit every single country in earth and own a tenth of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-lifetime supply of chocolates(!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...Okay, so I'm being so materialistic... But here's my real wishlist:&lt;br /&gt;-survive 3rd year (and hopefully, 4th year) in Pisay&lt;br /&gt;-connect with my family more&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;s&gt;no more cramming(?!)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-my own bible&lt;br /&gt;-be worry-free with my friends&lt;br /&gt;-chocolates (I still want 'em)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-the many books I wanna have and read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-an ultra cute stufftoy&lt;br /&gt;-enjoy life more&lt;br /&gt;-a house on top of a cliff near the sea&lt;br /&gt;-better judgment skills&lt;br /&gt;-European or Caribbean cruise&lt;br /&gt;-travel in space&lt;br /&gt;-have a cute pet dog (no specific breed in mind)&lt;br /&gt;-be closer to God!&lt;br /&gt;-and a whole lot more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, I should really be content with what I have right now. But, uh, sometimes, these 'wishes' are what drives us into doing things in the best way we can. I mean, if there's a finish line, then you have to work your way into reaching it. Uh, never mind me when I'm blabbing. It's the time when I talk twice as nonsense as compared to my 'normal' nonsense talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have some sleep hours to catch. I'm cramming everything tomorrow again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-7104949172379307188?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7104949172379307188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=7104949172379307188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/7104949172379307188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/7104949172379307188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/11/wishlist.html' title='...wishlist'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-1271541896942889875</id><published>2008-11-17T16:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:48:02.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...mindless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Headache + 76 items of Physics + other requirements = MAJOR headache!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-1271541896942889875?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1271541896942889875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=1271541896942889875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/1271541896942889875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/1271541896942889875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/11/mindless.html' title='...mindless'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-7650944293926352726</id><published>2008-11-10T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T19:03:03.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...i really really wish i could fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...and set free from all the worries and troubles I have in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your childhood, have you ever thought of how it is to fly? The cool wind rushing beneath your wings, the whiteness of clouds all around you, the feeling of liberty, the notion of freedom. And the sky truly is the limit. Would it be great to feel the way birds do, just soaring and gliding like there's nothing else in the world to worry about. Diba ang sarap ng feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguro ganun na lang ung feeling ko ngayon, parang gumaan ung feeling ko despite the stress build-up. Ewan ko, pero parang slowly, things are turning back to uh, 'normal'. Tapos, parang ang saya kasi well, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected, bumaba 2nd quarter grade ko, pero 0.02 lang naman. But still, I have to do better this quarter talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang weird. Kasi diba if you open MS Word, may lalabas na Office Assistant like si Clippit, ung paperclip. Anyway, inisip ko na mag-isip ng storyline for Fil. I don't usually mind the 'tips' from Clippit, pero kanina, kakaiba ung tip niya. "Things that go away by themselves go back by themselves." Woah. Something to ponder with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang saya kasi na-cram ko ung Chem kanina. Tapos 'di ako natawag sa Bio. Tapos natapos ko ung ComSci thanks to *ehem*Nixxx*ehem*. Tapos may cool na nangyari nung homeroom (heheh). Tapos eye-opener ung nangyari kaninang after dismissal. Tapos inikot namin ung school in search for an acacia tree. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-7650944293926352726?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7650944293926352726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=7650944293926352726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/7650944293926352726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/7650944293926352726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-really-really-wish-i-could-fly.html' title='...i really really wish i could fly'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-4989598640504173615</id><published>2008-11-06T18:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T18:47:20.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...yuk.emo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A random mix of emotions - that's how I feel.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah, weird. The wonders of this world seem to be revealing itself to me, and I think I'm caught stranded between my thoughts. Thoughts which may have long been in my head but never had the chance present itself to me, well at least until now.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-4989598640504173615?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4989598640504173615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=4989598640504173615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/4989598640504173615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/4989598640504173615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/11/yukemo.html' title='...yuk.emo.'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-8471198254976636902</id><published>2008-11-04T19:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:05:55.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...overly useless and random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ang saya today! Wala lang. Ang saya lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta, ang weird. Wala lang talaga. I'm like so ewan. Siguro talagang na-high lang ako a while ago. Ang weird talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang fun ng PBP kanina. Ang fun na panoorin ung mga water rockets at mga nababasang mga tao. Pero last day of testing na yata tomorrow and 'di pa kami tapos. Hayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos a while ago lang after dismissal, ewan. Ang fun at nakakatuwa. Ang saya! Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Countdown:&lt;br /&gt;I think it's 51 days before Christmas&lt;br /&gt;and I seriously can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-8471198254976636902?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8471198254976636902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=8471198254976636902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/8471198254976636902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/8471198254976636902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/11/overly-useless-and-random.html' title='...overly useless and random'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-3118180517581315072</id><published>2008-11-03T18:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:52:54.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...i hope this will work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can barely think of anything good for the monologue tomorrow. I was actually thinking of translating my English monologue into Filipino, but I don't think I can embarrass myself again with all the cheesy lovey-dovey lines. Bleh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaahh! I don't feel like doing anything. But we have resolved to do better this quarter. As in seriously, I need to do better this time. Although I don't have failing grades, my general average is pretty low, 1.67 something if I remember correctly. Psshh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I hope within 10 minutes, I'd be able to come up with something good for my Fil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: 1.69 pala grade ko. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-3118180517581315072?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3118180517581315072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=3118180517581315072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/3118180517581315072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/3118180517581315072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-hope-this-will-work.html' title='...i hope this will work'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-3352724663514789210</id><published>2008-10-31T04:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T04:57:05.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...i'll only stop loving you when the earth goes flat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ang cheesy-sounding ng title ko. Sino kaya love ko? Hmm. Well, duh. Syempre si Lord. Pinagaling niya pa ung right ankle ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yhey! Medyo nawawala na ung sakit sa twisted ankle ko. Actually kagabi, sobrang gusto kong sumigaw everytime na gagalaw ung foot ko sa bed kasi sobrang sakit talaga. Pero paggising ko, yhey! Medyo nawala na. Nag-work ung prayers ko. Thank you Lord! Seryoso, parang na-reduce ng more than twice ung sakit. Na-bebend ko na rin siya ng kaunti unike yesterday na sobrang kinakagat ung lips ko para lang di sumigaw. So thank you talaga Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And inannounce na na until 12 noon lang kami ngayon. Yhey uli! Makaka-uwi ako sa province ng hindi super late. Feeling ko, kung mga 1pm kami makakaalis dito, baka around 5-6 pm na kami makakarating. Asar, ang layo. Pero, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-3352724663514789210?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3352724663514789210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=3352724663514789210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/3352724663514789210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/3352724663514789210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/10/ill-only-stop-loving-you-when-earth.html' title='...i&apos;ll only stop loving you when the earth goes flat'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-5001482320167629197</id><published>2008-10-30T16:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T17:02:00.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...i'm so clumsy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel oh-so happy now. Siguro na-badtrip lang ako kasi super dumi ng rubber shoes ko tapos medyo pagod rin ako and walang nangyayaring maganda/masaya sa mundo kaya ako na-emo. Pero anyway, I'm happy happy happy now kahit medyo wala pa ring nagbabago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakainis lang kasi ung Physics! Akala ko late na ako kaya tumakbo ako from dorm to ASTB. Pero may mga tao, kaya iniwasan ko. Pero sa sobrang pagmamadali ko, medyo na-out of balance ako. Medyo lang kasi na-control ko pa rin, pero 'click!' Nag-twist ung right ankle ko pero tumakbo pa rin kasi 12:12 na yata noon. Feeling ko, ilan beses ako nakasabi ng sh** habang umaakyat. Buti na lang, walang ibang tao. Tapos, pagdating ko nang 3rd floor -- kainis! Asa corridor lang sila. Wala pa pala. Saka ko lang talga na-feel ung sakit. Grabe. As in, gusto ko nang umiyak noon. Kasi nabigla ko pang na-bend kaya mas lalong sumakit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos, wala lang. Abnormal ako maglakad. Parang abnormal na penguin or parang lasing. Ewan. Pero medyo na-cocontrol ko pa naman. Not like noong last year. Grabe! Kasi ung art na bbq sticks. Dala ko tapos di ko nakita ung tatapakan ko kaya nahulog ako sa stairs ng dorm. Three or four steps lang naman. HIndi siguro dapat masakit un kung hindi lang ung right ankle ko uli ung nauna. Sobrang naiiyak na talaga ako noon, pero tinawa ko na lang kasi well, clumsiness ko lang naman un eh. So un, ang labo nga eh. Kasi naalala ko pa, nakipag-race pa ako kina Elysse and Josh papuntang caf after. Syempre, naunahan nila ako kahit 'tumatakbo' na ako. Hahah. So un. Natatawa tuloy ako. Ang weird. I think, mga 2 days ako na hindi nakapaglakad ng matino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero, medyo okay na rin ung paa ko. Masakit lang siya ng kaunti kapag masyado ko iniikot-ikot. Pero nakakapaglakad na ako ng straight. Siguro nasanay na ako dati. Hahah. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-5001482320167629197?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5001482320167629197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=5001482320167629197' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/5001482320167629197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/5001482320167629197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-so-clumsy.html' title='...i&apos;m so clumsy'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-2152464424220556533</id><published>2008-10-28T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:51:37.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...rain a bit harder, please</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(A random emo-ish post)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like going to school tomorrow. In fact, I don't feel like my usual self today. Trying to fake everything with a smile, just as a concealer hides everything unwanted to be seen.  I feel so moody these past few days, though most people fail to recognize it. I guess I'm a good concealer then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;(No, I'm not being 'plastic' when I said I just smile to look like everything's okay when something's really wrong. It's just that I don't want people to see me look down and bother to ask what's with me and I won't give them an answer.)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so low. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel depressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel so down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel frustrated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I don't feel like being oh-so carefree and laid-back today. I'm not pretty sure if it's even about my grades getting oh-so low for the 2nd quarter. I mean, I'm used to low grades now. Why would I even bother that much. I can't say I'm stressed with school requirements. Compared to the past, this week and the last was quite easy for us. So now, I wonder what's really wrong with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried sleeping all my thoughts away. But nothing happened. I tried eating chocolates today. But nothing happened. I tried reading the hardcore Bio book for tomorrow. But nothing happened. I tried typing my moodiness away. But nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only life was a bit more easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain a bit harder, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain. Rain. Rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-2152464424220556533?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2152464424220556533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=2152464424220556533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/2152464424220556533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/2152464424220556533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/10/rain-bit-harder-please.html' title='...rain a bit harder, please'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-3956128580738608421</id><published>2008-10-24T06:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T18:28:56.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...retreat memories, day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sunday, October 19, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up the usual time, dressed up the usual clothes, and had the usual day, only there's something different that's happening today - we're already leaving a few hours from now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after breakfast, we started saying goodbye to the place. We took some pictures. After some time, there was a batch prayer thing. And I really really like Mymy and Josh Dizon's performance. It was so beautiful and heart-touching. Then we burned all our bad habits and attitudes and bade them goodbye before attending the Holy Mass. Then the batch pic under the sun. Then it was packing up time. After lunch, we started boarding the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's when I felt like crying once again, this time because of the feeling of leaving the place where you spent some happy times with your friends. Despite being there for just about three days and two nights, I feel so attached to the place where I find myself sharing laughter and tears with some of the closest people in my life. Despite the many rules our batch broke, despite the not-so-cozy management, despite being sleepless and having a room where our heater isn't working and doorknobs eternally locked, it feels just so great. When we signed the tarpaulin, it feels like I am part of an event that changed my life forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never had regrets for attending this retreat. I felt closer to God, I understand myself better, and know my friends more. Now I know why they say high school life is the best. It's the time when we start to experience a lot of failures, heartbreaks, losses. But it's also in this time when we start to gain true friends who would never leave you crying in the dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the bus started to move, I was staring at the window wishing that one day, we'd all return to that same place where our realizations in life took place, and where friendships grew stronger than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...We were strangers starting out on a journey... Now here I stand, unafraid of the future at the beginning with you..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. We found our phone on top of the cabinet. We were thinking of making a last prank call but thanks to our newly repaired conscience, we didn't do it. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-3956128580738608421?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3956128580738608421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=3956128580738608421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/3956128580738608421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/3956128580738608421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/10/retreat-memories-day-3.html' title='...retreat memories, day 3'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-461408267271643246</id><published>2008-10-24T06:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T06:14:53.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...retreat memories, day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saturday, October 18, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our phones rang in intervals, and by 5:15 am, we were all awake, but too lazy to take a bath. By 7:20, we were all ready. We took a little detour in Ralph and Roger's 'manor' as they call it before we went to attend to Mass. Well, their place really looks like a townhouse compared to our 'beach house cottages'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were three scheduled talks for the day, although one seems to be more of an activity than a talk. Anyway, the first speaker went in front holding a guitar. I thought it was one of those boring speakers who could make you sleep in a matter of seconds. He first talked about the Prodigal Son, then him being a marijuana addict and dealer before, then he started talking about his real achievements in life. I was really touched by the way he talked about his family, especially his son. I really liked what he said about carrying your child as much as you can 'coz you'd miss it when you won't be able to in time. Then there was his song # 8: "...I don't wanna close my eyes, i don't wanna fall asleep, 'coz I'll miss you Robi, and I don't wanna miss a thing..." Then, the kid whispering to him "...You know what, you're the best dad in the world..." Then everything seemed to be a blur when I realized tears were already rolling down my eyes. Then he sang again, this time a Filipino version of "I Will Be Here" which made my cry even more. Then he asked us to hug our friends and I felt like I was relieved more than ever. After his wonderful song, I dried my tears and saw that the people in front of me were doing the same. Who would have thought these guys know how to cry as well. So yeah. Kuya Obet was the only speaker who really made me cry like that, and I can say he was one of those who really made a great impact on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Amazing Race maybe was suppose to be fun, but to be honest, it was the most boring part that happened this day. Maybe because our group wasn't in the mood to unite so much and all. I can't believe Fadi was the only one who crossed the fire wall while some groups. only had two people left. So maybe it all depends on the group spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were also given a chance to confess. I'm not sure, but I think it has been a year since my last confession. And I was able to open up more, so I feel happy after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third talk in the afternoon was about Love, Sex, and Life. You know, the iKeepLoveReal talks. I thought it was going to be a repeat of what they told us before, it was different and actually more funny than what most of us had expected. Talking about funny, who wouldn't agree that the guy speaker was totally hilarious. I wouldn't be surprised if he becomes a stand-up comedian one day. But mind you, he's a doctor, although I'm not sure what field he specializes in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were given the rest of the afternoon for our one-on-one talks with our assigned facilitators. Then we kinda explored the place. Oh, and the InterCom phones were hidden because prank calls reached Fr. Mon's and even the owner's rooms late at midnight. Then we also discovered that there was a souvenir shop near the gate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we have nothing else to do, we just stayed in the room and talked and laughed and shared stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, finally after dinner, one of our most anticipated part of the retreat. We were first given candles. Even outside the Conference Room, while we were waiting for some more people, I felt so joyed being with my friends. As corny as it may get, I still have to say it feels good staring at the beautiful night sky glittering with pretty stars, hiding from paparazzi pics, posing for group and class pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally entered the room, and it was so dark when only a big candle is lighting the whole room. After everyone had their candles lighted, we got our envelopes and started reading our Palanca letters. I was really surprised to see my envelope with some 12 or so letters when I was really only expecting five. I was so happy. Reading those letters made me so happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had banana cupcakes with chocolate chips on top. And since, it's our last night, we were given an extra hour to spend good time with our dear friends. Of course, we had our own &lt;i&gt; kalukohans&lt;/i&gt;. We had so much fun laughing our hearts out and singing at the top of our voices and laughing like we never knew any worries in the world. This was the best night I ever had with my friends and I'm sure everyone of us feels the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-461408267271643246?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/461408267271643246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=461408267271643246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/461408267271643246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/461408267271643246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/10/retreat-memories-day-2.html' title='...retreat memories, day 2'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-815770583237021669</id><published>2008-10-23T17:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T17:18:47.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...i just realized it's already 3rd quarter and i'm still failing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seriously. I have this feeling that almost all my grades will go down this quarter. As in, it would be a miracle if at least two will remain the same. Right now, I wanna say goodbye to my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;uno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;s and hello to 2.25s and 2.50s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I just wanna rant for being doing really bad in my elocution a while ago in English. I feel like I really really suck. I mean, I memorized it and all. But to be honest, I never knew what right emotions I should be placing there. So I ended up having impromptu actions which, right now, made me think like I was crazy talking in there.  Despite staring at those 14 lines of expressive words for three days, I never internalized the piece in a way that seems right. Aagh! I feel so bad! And to think Ma'am Bernal was expecting so much from us since we had so much time to practice. Anyways, it's all over now and I'm just relieved I'm done. No worries for tomorrow. I just hope Ma'am would be considerate enough to give me a 2.00 and I'd be so happy.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yhey! It's Friday once again! This week seem to be so fast. I barely noticed of the time passing. As in seriously. Maybe I got to appreciate more of the things around me this time. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and today's my lil bro's birthday! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 11th birthday Joseph Ryan (the Pokemon Master wannabe)!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I love yah despite all the naughtiness and evilness you have! I miss you! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-815770583237021669?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/815770583237021669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=815770583237021669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/815770583237021669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/815770583237021669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-just-realized-its-already-3rd-quarter.html' title='...i just realized it&apos;s already 3rd quarter and i&apos;m still failing'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-5029629744410662262</id><published>2008-10-23T16:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T17:16:39.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...retreat memories, day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friday, October 17, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Five hours away from Metro Manila, I have to wake up as early as 4:30 am to prepare for the long travel ahead of me. Little did I know that there's so much ahead of me more than what I expected.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I slept during half of the travel time going to Manila. Whenever I wake up, I tried finishing Memoirs or munch on some snacks I brought along with me. We arrived earlier than expected so we dropped by at Trinoma and ate lunch before they dropped me at Pisay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And woah! There were already a lot of people at the front lob. I spotted some of my classmates busy placing their pretty Palanca letters in individual envelopes while talking about how fun and boring our sembreak was. It took about half an hour (?) before they announced our bus assignments and boarded the bus. And on my estimate, it took another half an hour before we finally left Pisay.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The bus ride was not too loud. Maybe we were either busy talking quietly with our seatmate, taking naps, reading, eating, or watching Don't Mess with the Zohan and Mama Mia. Oh, did I mention that Mama Mia is like the oldies version of High School Musical, although I think it's better than the kiddies craze nowadays.  And Zohan was funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I remember correctly, we arrived at Angel's Hills at around 3:30 pm. And the place is really pretty. It reminds me of my childhood when we go to Baguio every summer vacation. Anyway, since we were lagging off with our schedule, we were hurriedly led to the Conference Room for the Orientation and Room Assigning. And while the management was speaking of the House Rules, we were "noisy and not listening" to him so he just walked out. &lt;s&gt;Talking about oversensitivity.&lt;/s&gt; Well actually, we were listening. If we weren't, then how would we make all those side comments on what he was talking about. Umbrella. And dude, haven't you realized that despite being tagged as the 'Iskolar ng Bayan', we are all &lt;s&gt;kids&lt;/s&gt; teens getting excited and all. Uh, never mind. So we were just assigned with our room. I'm with LC, Hanna, and Oona -- Room 19A.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We were given an hour or so for fixing our stuffs and roaming around the grounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a talk at around 6 pm. I thought it was one of those walkout-dudes again who's going to talk about not being good boys and girls inside their grounds. So I was quite relieved when I saw Fr. Mon standing with microphone. And he taught us this Latin song. I think it was Ho Bosigno di Te. I'm not pretty sure with the title, but anyway. It was fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then we had dinner. Then we had a batch unity thing. Gosh. The human bingo. Some people actually it too seriously. But some, (like me!) did it just for fun! Oh, and I almost forgot to mention Mark Doronila's &lt;s&gt;love letter&lt;/s&gt; Palanca letter for Estelle. Then there was a huge boardgame with a huge fragile(?) dice! The Surpanakha remake scene. The gummy snakes. The dance numbers (especially Mam Docto's and Sir Chuckie's). And Franco. It was quite disturbing, but totally fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then we set our alarms at 5 am. And just when we where about to sleep, we received a call from Ralph, then from Roger, then from a random number, then from someone not talking, then from another one. Finally, they put as to rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-5029629744410662262?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5029629744410662262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=5029629744410662262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/5029629744410662262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/5029629744410662262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/10/retreat-memories-day-1.html' title='...retreat memories, day 1'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-4136747206993846675</id><published>2008-10-22T17:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T17:56:09.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...happy to be back(?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Grabe. Super tagal ko na pala di nakapag-post. Kakatamad eh. Anyway. Since requirement na yata 'tong blog namin for like forever in ComSci 3, I have no other choice but post and post..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, hah. Wala ako masabi ngayon. Hmm, well I'm enjoying myself with Kenny Roger's muffins. Ang weird. Throughout all my life eating there, ngayon ko lang nalaman na may muffin pala sila na instead of corn ang toppings, parang mini-Oreo ung nasa taas. Wala lang. Para kasing weird. Pero anyway, masarap din siya. Or siguro, kasi un lang ung lunch ko at super gutom na ako kaya ako nasarapan. Pero, oh well. Never mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Christmas Countdown:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's 64 days before Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Hooray, presents!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-4136747206993846675?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4136747206993846675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=4136747206993846675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/4136747206993846675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/4136747206993846675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-to-be-back.html' title='...happy to be back(?)'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-2795064697435915918</id><published>2008-10-19T18:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T18:05:39.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...my not-so-boring not-so-fun sembreak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Isolation. That's how I felt when our internet was broke for a whole week. And with no classes, I have nothing else to do but stare at the ceiling and daydream. For six days, I only had 5 things in mind - sleep, eat, read, watch, sleep. Here's what I did while waiting for the Retreat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saturday - I overslept and found myself alone in the house. They all left for the mall and left me behind, thinking I need to get more sleep and rest. I scavenged for some food in the cabinet, opened my laptop and found out that the internet's not working. I ended up grabbing Memoirs of a Geisha and started reading it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sunday - My college cousins are having their sembreak (as in the real 3 week kind of sembreak) so we hitched a ride with my &lt;i&gt;tito&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;tita&lt;/i&gt; who went to Clark to shop for something. Afterwards, we went home not in Metro Manila but in the province. Home, sweet home. It's been 5 months since the last time I've been in Dagupan. I never knew my little brother brought 2 cute guinea pigs who now have a cuter baby. And boya are they fat! What I also missed was my favorite teddy bear I had 15 years now. Oh, how I hugged him so tight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Monday - As much as I really really really REALLY want to, I wasn't able to go to the Camia reunion since I'm 5 hours away from Trinoma. Aww, I really feel so bad. I miss them so much but feel helpless knowing not how to commute from Dagupan to Manila. Instead, I continue reading Memoirs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tuesday - I originally planned to do STR today and realized that I left some of the papers back at the dorm. So I had a hard time re-planning our research all over again. I hate my too-forgetful brain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wednesday - Continue cramming STR. I managed to ask my lil bro to go with me and find a nearby internet cafe to submit it. Of course he agreed. He was able to play and surf the net as well. But we didn't stay to long. You know how internet cafes are. A lot of guys shouting while playong DotA and stuff. I got irritated at a boy sitting near my brother who told a hundred words of profanities and curses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thursday - There's nothing left to do. I continued reading Memoirs. Late at night, I started packing my stuff for tomorrow. We'd be leaving early to catch up the 12 noon assemby time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friday, Saturday, Sunday - That's a whole new different story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Christmas Countdown:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;It's 67 days before Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;'Tis the season to be jolly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-2795064697435915918?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2795064697435915918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=2795064697435915918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/2795064697435915918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/2795064697435915918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-not-so-boring-not-so-fun-sembreak.html' title='...my not-so-boring not-so-fun sembreak'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-7210983134998318460</id><published>2008-10-10T08:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T09:00:51.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...my pre-physics long test rants</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Six more questions on my Physics homework and I'm done! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And now I'm here to rant on our upcoming Physics long test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why do they have to make such a fuss if we make guesses on our Physics long test. They're lessening our chance to have better grades, and in fact makes our lives even worse. I'd rather get a zero than a negative on my paper. What if we were not guessing, what if we really think that what we wrote is the right answer, and we made a mistake? I mean, we have to admit, not all of us are Physics geniuses here. They're making Physics harder and harder as if they haven't seen us suffer getting low, low grades last quarter. And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;how are we suppose to learn from our mistakes when we are too afraid to make one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;? What if life was designed to be that way? Then I bet by now, our life expectancy would have reached 30 since everyone would have committed suicide. I can't seem to find a valid point on why they have to give us a right-minus-wrong test. It's just, you know, crap. So yeah, I hate Physics right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I end up ranting even longer, I'd stop here and make up my mind on whether I should study for ComSci or not. As for Physics, it's just plain crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Christmas Countdown:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;It's 76 days before Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I hope everything goes well for me soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-7210983134998318460?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7210983134998318460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=7210983134998318460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/7210983134998318460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/7210983134998318460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-pre-physics-long-test-rants.html' title='...my pre-physics long test rants'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-7028429308363967945</id><published>2008-10-09T20:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T21:20:06.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...it's one crazy day for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Yhep. This day is 99% happy happy happy! The 1% goes to Physics homework, Physics long test (which is another right minus wrong test) and ComSci long test. But I doubt that I'd be studying for both and start my homework tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my part for the Health baby book. We successfully and luckily finished our group poem for Fil and I think I'm okay with my two crappy indiv poems. So all in all, I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I've gone a bit too crazy a while ago. Well, who could blame me? I really am crazy and shallow. Anyway. Here's some of what happened today.&lt;br /&gt;-It's Kit's and Oona's birthday celebration. K and Mg people had food.  There's pizza and donuts and soda. Happy Birthday guys!&lt;br /&gt;-Courtney was so funny when she said "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;niwasak-wasak nila ung sembreak natin&lt;/span&gt;". Peace, Courtney!&lt;br /&gt;-Our Fil group had a crazy idea that whenever we'd be lacking a syllable in a line, we'd just add "Yeah!" If 2 syllables are missing, we'd add "Oh yeah!"&lt;br /&gt;-We were thinking of burning the Physics unit. lol&lt;br /&gt;-When Goma and I were thinking for our Chinese board games, we had some weird funny ideas. Like a snakes-and-ladders game, only, the ladders would be the Great Wall of China or something. And I said, why not Chinese Checkers. Crap. I'm being stupid.&lt;br /&gt;-Arvin and Jed were really funny. Since Arvin had been giving the reason of having a door as his only house in covering up for his unfinished Health, Jed said that he could cut that door -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"o diba&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wood carvings, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;astig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And Arvin had been too resourceful that he used my explanations for his. Like example, my sentence was "Milk is rich in nutrients, and vitamins and minerals which the baby needs for comfort." His would be "Clothes are rich in fiber and cotton which the baby needs for comfort." Very creative. And too resourceful.&lt;br /&gt;-We were thinking of adding a little twist at the end of a poem. As in, we'd make it like a chain letter or something of the sort. Something like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ipasa mo sa sampung kaibigan, kundi ika'y mumultuhin ko&lt;/span&gt;." But we weren't able to pursue with that. Oh well. Actually, ours isn't horror. It's more of a comedy with a tinge of action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. I had a great time today. But ahww. I'm too sleepy at the moment. Might as well doze off to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-7028429308363967945?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7028429308363967945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=7028429308363967945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/7028429308363967945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/7028429308363967945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-one-crazy-day-for-me.html' title='...it&apos;s one crazy day for me'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-788307484178576776</id><published>2008-10-09T04:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T05:22:53.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...too early in morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just had a weird but cool (but still really weird) dream a few minutes ago. Maybe listening to a single song again and again(which was, I have to say, accidentally set on repeat mode until I drowsed off) have some effects on my brain. And despite me wanting to go back to sleep badly, the dream just bugs my mind so much I can't even &lt;s&gt;stand&lt;/s&gt; lie still in my bed for a minute. So I decided to work on my English long test an hour earlier than what I had planned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;(I'm trying to be productive here.)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's actually the first time I read the questions, and I realized this are essay questions, as in the REAL ones. And by real, I mean the essay that needs your brain to really think of your opinion hard and defend it and all, and not just those that requires &lt;s&gt;elaborate&lt;/s&gt; brief and concise explanations on an already defined topic. So yeah, I'm in trouble. I don't think I can do something good today while my brain is still wandering of to think of what dream I just had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And as a proof to what I had  just said, here's my answer to number 8. (Write a poem about a topic related to poverty.):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;COINS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cling, cling, cling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Coins clinging and a-clashing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Coins that shake in a cup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;For a little child's living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;In filthy rags,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;In sullied shoes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Children walk the muddy streets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;In search of coins they could use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Running down in alleys,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Scampering like mice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Do boys and girls beg for coins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;For everything now has a price.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Aching grinding stomachs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Dehydrated mouths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Drives the innocence out of a child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;In pursuit of coins from north to south.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Small hopes and simple dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Shattered and have gone astray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;In a shanty where they count the coins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;That big people had thrown away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cling, cling, cling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Coins clinging and a-clashing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Coins that shake in a cup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;For a little child's living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So yeah. It's just plain crap that went inside my head. But I have no other choice but to submit this along with two more answers which I haven't even started on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Christmas Countdown:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;It's 77 days before Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I wonder what gifts I'd be receiving. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-788307484178576776?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/788307484178576776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=788307484178576776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/788307484178576776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/788307484178576776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/10/too-early-in-morning.html' title='...too early in morning'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-5679842402074581483</id><published>2008-10-08T17:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T18:37:42.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...i have no other titles in mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;YEHEY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perio exams are finally over! It's just finish-your-requirements-time for tomorrow and on Friday, and a whole week of no-school-no-classes next week! Finally, a time to loosen up and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But really, I personally don't like the idea of cutting our sembreak into three &lt;s&gt;pieces&lt;/s&gt;. Damn that fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Currently scheduling my cramming time for my English long test. Yhep, &lt;s&gt;professional&lt;/s&gt; crammers sometimes make schedules too.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Christmas Countdown:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's 78 days before Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jingle bells! Jingle bells!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-5679842402074581483?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5679842402074581483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=5679842402074581483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/5679842402074581483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/5679842402074581483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-no-other-titles-in-mind.html' title='...i have no other titles in mind'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-381680498152885023</id><published>2008-10-06T07:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T07:52:44.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...hah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow. Six days without classes. Now that's fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today's the first day of perio. Noooo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Christmas Countdown:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's 80 days before Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's oh-so near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-381680498152885023?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/381680498152885023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=381680498152885023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/381680498152885023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/381680498152885023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/10/hah.html' title='...hah'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-5655063916872340907</id><published>2008-09-30T08:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T08:36:31.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...flames</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seven hours ago, I felt what seem to me the scariest thing that ever happened in Pisay. Nope, I haven't seen a ghost or something supernatural. It's something more real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have though that my once weird dream of long ago of having a school on fire would actually come true? It was scary. So scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I woke up at around 1:45 am. Crap. I fell asleep rereading KGW. I tried to look for the page where I last got off when I heard the dorm manager announcing something. At first I was indifferent to what she was saying. Who would listen to someone paging at that time. I thought she was even sleep-talking or something. But then I heard a siren and heard the word 'fire'. Gosh. So there is something to be fussing about after all. The sirens weren't too loud for me to hear so I thought the fire was happening outside of Pisay, probably across the street. Although I tried so hard to not mind what's happening and continuue reading, I could really feel my heart beat fast. I prayed. "Please keep us all safe, and let nothing harm us." At around 2:30, I heard a good news. The fire was already in control. I felt relieved. I went back to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Early morning, I saw a message in my phone. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Nagkasunog dito sa Pisay sa SHB, hindi sure kung tuloy perio bukas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;" What?! I was shocked for two reasons. Yes, no classes, no tests! I haven't studied for Chem. And no! Pisay's burned! Where? How? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A few minutes later, it's official. No classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The fire was reported to have started at the 2nd floor of the said SHB building, and some have been pointing at the Faculty Room and the Registrar's Office as the most damaged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But how? But why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-5655063916872340907?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5655063916872340907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=5655063916872340907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/5655063916872340907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/5655063916872340907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/09/flames.html' title='...flames'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-4705382916185817339</id><published>2008-09-29T18:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T18:33:39.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...finally fifteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yhep. Another year older for me. I'm happy and sad at the same time. Happy, because, well duh. It's my birthday. I should be. I am given another year to live, and the past year was enough to be called blessed. The only shallow thing that made me sad is that I'm growing older and older, when all I want for now is to be a little kid for a long time. And include the fact that there is perio is tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe tomorrow, I could do better detailing on how this day came to be for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, thanks for all the greetings! I love yah guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I still have to study for English and Chem tests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Christmas Countdown:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;It's 87 days before Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;How time flies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-4705382916185817339?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4705382916185817339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=4705382916185817339' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/4705382916185817339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/4705382916185817339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/09/finally-fifteen.html' title='...finally fifteen'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-9122441280775705174</id><published>2008-09-28T11:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T11:44:20.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...whatta dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Amy Tan's Kitchen God's Wife is haunting me in my dreams...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was in class, and our English teacher who was Winnie Loiue showed us a painting and made us do a reflection on it. She was staring at the painting when I saw her eyes slowly filling up with tears. I realized it was the painting her father spilled tea on, and thought that her memories were going back to her. I found myself also crying, as well as my classmates who were around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I suddenly heard my phone beeped and knew I was dreaming. But my pillow was wet. I touched my eyes and held tears in my eyes. I knew I really cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*________*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;There was a really cute kid in the church a while ago. &lt;s&gt;He was flirting me. Hahahah.&lt;/s&gt; He was holding my waist and tickling me until I laughed. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Christmas Countdown:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;It's 88 days before Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hip! Hip! Hooray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-9122441280775705174?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/9122441280775705174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=9122441280775705174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/9122441280775705174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/9122441280775705174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/09/whatta-dream.html' title='...whatta dream'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-7043788856212811917</id><published>2008-09-27T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T11:18:58.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing's gonna stop me, not even exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Right after lunch, we went shopping. I bought a shirt, a vest, and a pair of sandals. Happy. And of course, I ate a lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahah.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Christmas Countdown:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;It's 89 days before Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;So close, yet so far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-7043788856212811917?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7043788856212811917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=7043788856212811917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/7043788856212811917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/7043788856212811917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/09/saturday.html' title='...saturday'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-4307648253729042284</id><published>2008-09-26T06:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T06:54:35.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...thank God it's friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's morning! And since there's no first subject class for today, I can't think of any other thing to do. &lt;s&gt;I'm actually supposed to be memorizing my elocution piece. Okay &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lang 'yan.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sonnet &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lang naman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, yeah. I'm bored. Obviously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yehey! Tomorrow's another weekend I look forward to. Although I think we'd be doing our Health project at Cat's house tomorrow. And I still have to read The Kitchen God's Wife. Crap, I haven't finished reading it and haven't realized until now that perio's next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My uncle's leaving for Saudi so he's dropping by tomorrow morning. My cousins are also coming over. They're planning to mall hop by the weekend but I'm doomed to study for the exams. Why are exam days so bad timing? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Christmas Countdown:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;It's 90 days before Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yhey! Yhey! Yehey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-4307648253729042284?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4307648253729042284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=4307648253729042284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/4307648253729042284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/4307648253729042284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/09/thank-god-its-friday.html' title='...thank God it&apos;s friday'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-3509297807779736561</id><published>2008-09-25T18:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T18:56:52.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...still happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't believe the Chem practical test was a breeze... I only made one minor stupid little mistake (I think). Yhey! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Wala na akong problema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; tomorrow... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And we had another -- hmm, how do I say this -- interesting (?) conversation at the front lobby after class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Wala kasi masyado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; homeworks for tomorrow... Hahah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh yeah. Most of those who did their elocutions today were good, as in really good. Now I'm being scared. I still don't know what feelings and emotions I should put in my elocution piece. Lucky thing my turn is still not tomorrow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;s&gt;Blue&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;s&gt; won against &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;s&gt;Green&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;. It's 62-51 according to my cousin. She's happy now. :)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Christmas Countdown:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It's 91 days before Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Have you been naughty or nice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-3509297807779736561?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3509297807779736561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=3509297807779736561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/3509297807779736561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/3509297807779736561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/09/still-happy.html' title='...still happy'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-6262543511628842920</id><published>2008-09-24T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:49:04.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...bits and pieces of randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;walang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; homework for tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been watching CCS episode 66 all over and over and over again, and it never fails to make me hyperventilate. (I'm being exaggerated, don't worry.) Sorry, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;mababaw talaga ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. The instrumental background is so good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;din&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And whilei've been going crazy over that, I've also been going crazy texting Hanna and Lobitz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nahilo na ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-6262543511628842920?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6262543511628842920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=6262543511628842920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/6262543511628842920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/6262543511628842920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/09/bits-and-pieces-of-randomness.html' title='...bits and pieces of randomness'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-1989915252266130099</id><published>2008-09-24T18:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T18:20:42.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...happy happy happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cut the Bio long test today and my day's so fine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After almost a year, I finally was able to play badminton again. Yhey! &lt;s&gt;My right arm hurts a bit...&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had a really fun, fun, fun conversation at the front lobby. Whatever it is, &lt;i&gt;sa amin na lang 'yun...&lt;/i&gt; I've also realized I'm too dense but to stubborn.. Hahah.. &lt;i&gt;Wala lang.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Christmas Countdown:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's 92 days before Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I start feeling the Christmas cheer! Ding! Dong! Merrily on high! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-1989915252266130099?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1989915252266130099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=1989915252266130099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/1989915252266130099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/1989915252266130099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-happy-happy.html' title='...happy happy happy'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-1492092037520493822</id><published>2008-09-23T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T03:37:59.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;According to Physics, I haven't done any work since I haven't move from my place trying to study Bio since &lt;i&gt;W=Fd&lt;/i&gt;. So basically, I haven't done anything for almost half an hour now but got tired. Stupid physics.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm failing Chem once more. Then there's a Bio long test tomorrow. NOooooo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No classes on October 1. I would've rejoiced since it's all that I had wishing for ever since -- a vacation on a weekday! But since our Perio is moved the day before, then it's more of a bad thing than good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sorry for the wrong spelling and grammar, if any. My eyes are half-open. So sleepy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Countdown:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 93 days before Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Christmas is so near!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-1492092037520493822?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1492092037520493822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=1492092037520493822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/1492092037520493822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/1492092037520493822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/09/according-to-physics-i-havent-done-any.html' title='...work'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-5453256461058375309</id><published>2008-09-22T17:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T17:29:54.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...random posts keep coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Weeh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today's a-not-so-stressful day for me -- not much lessons, some classes with early dismissal, and ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LC braided my hair. &lt;i&gt; Wala lang. Ang&lt;/i&gt; cute &lt;i&gt;kasi&lt;/i&gt;... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for JC to send his Indiv RRL... I'm still deciding whether or not I should study Chem today or cram studying it tomorrow... I'm such a lazy person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Blue Eagles&lt;/span&gt; won against &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Green Archers&lt;/span&gt; for the first game in the finals. I'm not (!) an avid fan of the UAAP or any of the schools. I just heard my cousin talking about it last night over the phone. :) &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Countdown:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 94 days before Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you started budgeting your money for gifts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-5453256461058375309?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5453256461058375309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=5453256461058375309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/5453256461058375309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/5453256461058375309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_22.html' title='...random posts keep coming'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-8308736561963612485</id><published>2008-09-21T13:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T13:58:11.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...unrequited</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Unanswered. Unreciprocated. Unreturned.&lt;/s&gt; How does it feel when someone you really like does not like you back? (Sounds so cliché, but yeah.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh Cupid! How you string your bow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;With your arrows so precise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Arrows glide across the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And pierces straight into one's heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Once again, I caught myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Staring blankly in mid air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Everyone was going wild,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But the commotion goes blurred in my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;For through the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Some fifteen steps away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Did I focus my attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Some common being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just so often seen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But a &lt;s&gt;handsome&lt;/s&gt; fine creature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;In extreme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Clamoring voices echoing loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Passed through my distracted ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;For the only sound I hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Were loud thumps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;From somewhere near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;As I ponder through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;What's going on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I realize just one more thing --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;That he was there all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Making my heart loudly beating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I only see him from afar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Never spoke a word or two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Couldn't even get near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;To where he is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm holding back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;'Coz I guess it's just to soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;He likes someone else --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Someone more worth of who he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So this feelings I have for him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;One-sided shall it remain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not that I'm in love or something. &lt;i&gt;Wala lang.&lt;/i&gt; I mean, &lt;i&gt;siguro ang &lt;/i&gt;sad&lt;i&gt; ng feeling...&lt;/i&gt; I don't really know how it feels &lt;i&gt;pero&lt;/i&gt; I think this is how it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Christmas Countdown:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;It's 95 days before Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-8308736561963612485?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8308736561963612485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=8308736561963612485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/8308736561963612485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/8308736561963612485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/09/unrequited.html' title='...unrequited'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-7938581508968201780</id><published>2008-09-18T19:35:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T05:51:33.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...sh** c*a* t**!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ang hirap ng &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;question #22 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Bio... It's something like "...do you think the heart is the most important organ in the body?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;By the way, is this an opinionated question, or are there facts that would prove if your answer is right or wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biologically speaking, I have no idea. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siguro nga pwede&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, without the heart, we would be dead, right? But there are other important organs like the brain. Anyway. Back to what I really meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sabi ni&lt;/span&gt; Sir Chuckie, "the heart is not controlled by the brain, and it can live alone in special conditions." And when I was bored, I was able to formulate a corny and stupid and senseless theory. "There are times when we think we love someone or something but actually feel different about it. It's all because our heart has a mind of its own." Crap, I'm being too cheesy. And that last line just sounds like a song I heard from the radio. Hahah.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pero&lt;/span&gt;, doesn't it sound right? Hahah.. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I'm just being stressed up lately &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaya ako nababaliw ng ganito&lt;/span&gt;. So I'm currently cramming our Physics lab report, and no one's helping me right now. All of my groupmates except Tei are not online and he said he's going to do his part tomorrow. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inaantok na rin ako&lt;/span&gt;, as in I can't barely open my eyes. But if I want to pass Physics, I have to stay up awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe your wondering why I'm still writing here despite my situation. Well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siguro&lt;/span&gt; stress relieving &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na isulat ung&lt;/span&gt; rants &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mo&lt;/span&gt; about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/*shitcrap&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tae&lt;/span&gt;shitcrap&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tae&lt;/span&gt;shitcrap&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tae&lt;/span&gt;*/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I've said, stress relieving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-7938581508968201780?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7938581508968201780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=7938581508968201780' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/7938581508968201780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/7938581508968201780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/09/sh-cap-t.html' title='...sh** c*a* t**!'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-1409728931334843778</id><published>2008-09-17T18:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T18:48:34.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...whatta day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I should be studying for two long tests tomorrow, but still too lazy to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I failed the 1st Bio LT all because I wasn't following instructions for the Test I. STUPID me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Chem seatwork was crazy, but thanks to Arvin's *cough*"skills"*cough*, we were able to finish the work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Crap. Soc Sci quiz. Math long test. Fil long test. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sa umaga pa lahat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pure crappiness. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-1409728931334843778?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1409728931334843778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=1409728931334843778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/1409728931334843778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/1409728931334843778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/09/whatta-day.html' title='...whatta day'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-8073689637062157494</id><published>2008-09-16T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:22:52.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...currently eating chocolate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;**becomes hyper because of chocolate*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yhey! Our group in P.E. won for today, and each one received a bar of Hershey's from Courtney... Super &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saya&lt;/span&gt;! (Cat and I were able to run!) Hersheys! I love you Courtney! Hersheys! Chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We originally were supposed to be having three quizzes and a long test today. But luck was somehow on our side. First, we didn't have Math for today since Ma'am De Joya was absent. Next, LC, Hanna, Lobitz and I were able to convince Ma'am Bawagan to move the quiz for next meeting and instead discuss the Story of Er thingie. And we'd be having a Chem quiz tomorrow instead. Diba cool? But the Physics long test really ruined this almost happy day.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I also can't believe I passed the 2nd Chem LT and the (surprise!) quiz on nomenclature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walang&lt;/span&gt; homeworks for tomorrow. Sobrang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nakakapanibago&lt;/span&gt;. As I've just told Hanna, "...feeling &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ko tuloy&lt;/span&gt;, incomplete &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;araw ko&lt;/span&gt;..." Hahah! Lol! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-8073689637062157494?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8073689637062157494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=8073689637062157494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/8073689637062157494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/8073689637062157494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/09/currently-eating-chocolate.html' title='...currently eating chocolate!'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-7468462599554996986</id><published>2008-09-14T22:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T19:57:48.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...my ultra super yummy popcorn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This weekend, just like any other, could be described in one word -- BORING. But at least we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; don't have any homeworks for Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was scanning through my pics and saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lBnzcx4KdFY/SM5MEgvO_KI/AAAAAAAAAFg/fcCTgganve4/s1600-h/popcorn%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lBnzcx4KdFY/SM5MEgvO_KI/AAAAAAAAAFg/fcCTgganve4/s200/popcorn%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246214256324443298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wala lang&lt;/span&gt;. Reminds me of the ultra yummy popcorn we bought in Disneyland. I remember paying 20 HK dollars for that -- that's 100 pesos here! But it was so yummy, as in, you can really taste the caramel goodness melting in your mouth! Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah.. Another one of my very useless posts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-7468462599554996986?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7468462599554996986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=7468462599554996986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/7468462599554996986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/7468462599554996986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-ultra-super-yummy-popcorn.html' title='...my ultra super yummy popcorn'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lBnzcx4KdFY/SM5MEgvO_KI/AAAAAAAAAFg/fcCTgganve4/s72-c/popcorn%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-7259400149379666029</id><published>2008-09-12T07:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T07:13:59.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lBnzcx4KdFY/SMmlyxIRVOI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ai-Z4km89sc/s1600-h/fLicK1748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lBnzcx4KdFY/SMmlyxIRVOI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ai-Z4km89sc/s200/fLicK1748.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244905532649723106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nyahahah.. lol lol lol.. weeeehhhh... crazy.. hahahah... nyeheheh... bored.. woohooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lBnzcx4KdFY/SMmlzYFpIaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jrkZfeDVCfA/s1600-h/fLicK2027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lBnzcx4KdFY/SMmlzYFpIaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jrkZfeDVCfA/s200/fLicK2027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244905543107682722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took these pictures when I have nothing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lBnzcx4KdFY/SMmlzOVbR7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/d8T1CLE2xu8/s1600-h/fLicK1763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lBnzcx4KdFY/SMmlzOVbR7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/d8T1CLE2xu8/s200/fLicK1763.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244905540489529266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;else in the world to do. Wala lang. Lol lol lol...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;random useless post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-7259400149379666029?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7259400149379666029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=7259400149379666029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/7259400149379666029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/7259400149379666029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lBnzcx4KdFY/SMmlyxIRVOI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ai-Z4km89sc/s72-c/fLicK1748.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-6597604355347623453</id><published>2008-09-11T17:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T17:50:37.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...the 6th anniversary of the fall of NYC's twin towers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;** I still remember seeing how airplanes collided with those skyscrapers. It's one of those sad events that shocked not only US, but the whole world as well. This is just a small reminder of what happened six years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the following personality test thing from my friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's all about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt;me! Complete the sentence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Right now, I want to go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt;have a Mediterrenean or European cruise!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. My fave ice cream flavor is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt;cookies&amp;amp;cream, rocky road, coffee crumble, anything that's sweet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. The 112nd contact in my phone is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt; joseph pork-Z &lt;my&gt;&lt;/my&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. My bedsheet's color is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt;pink (in a not-kikay shade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. I'm currently listening to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt;far away - nickelback.. "just one chance, just one breath..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. Right now, I should be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt;doing my physics hw... oh well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. The 11th text message in my phone's inbox is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt;"Talaga bng l0ng test bukas sa bio?" -LC, 9/7/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. In my last dream...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt;I was in some really weird place and I was talking to some anime characters... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. I'm wearing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt;my yellow batch shirt and pink jazz-jogging pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. I'm currently craving for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt;a slice of pizza, some pasta, and a banana split with three differently-flavored scoops of ice cream with chocolate bits on top. &lt;gluttony&gt;&lt;/gluttony&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11. For a gift, I want a/an...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt;super cute stufftoy, chocolates, or yummy food...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;12. I have a crush on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt;toya kinomoto (sakura's brother) and more anime crushes... hahah.. sorry, no real live person in my list right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;13. At first, people think I'm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt;quiet and matino... first impressions don't last!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;14. I personally want to see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt;the first man alive.. ooh-ooh, ahh-ahh,, ooogaaa ooh-ooh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;15. In my wallet, there's...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt;only 228 pesos left.. huhuhu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;16. I become crazy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt;usually when it's full moon... seriously, i've proven this a lot of times now... i call it the full moon syndrome... cool, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;17. I usually get lazy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt;everytime!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;18. I usually get mad or pissed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt;once in every six blue moons. hahah.. it's one of my special talents.. hahah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;19. I want to become...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt;a rich girl someday... filthy rich!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;20. Aside from family and God, I love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt;chocolates! hahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-6597604355347623453?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6597604355347623453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=6597604355347623453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/6597604355347623453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/6597604355347623453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/09/6th-anniversary-of-fall-of-nycs-twin.html' title='...the 6th anniversary of the fall of NYC&apos;s twin towers'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-5289799243632123035</id><published>2008-09-10T17:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T17:58:32.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...little soph year memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;While Justine and I were walking back from our oral prophy, we met Juan on the way, asking our suggestions for our Camia reunion. Which reminds me, how long had it been since I've been with them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Although second year gave a heck of a stress with our over full sched, I have to say that I enjoy those ten months more than my first year. (No offense Dia. Peace &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tayo&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thirty corny students + cool Sir Mardan = a fun and happy Thy Kingdom Camia-land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Third year isn't at all bad. Aside from some minor glitches, 3-K is fine. It's just that, you know, there's still this feeling of longing to be with people you grew fond of. Ahh, memories. How crazy can one be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway. Yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss Camia (2010, syempre!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**By the way, I want another sleep over. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hindi ako nakapunta dati. Kainis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-5289799243632123035?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5289799243632123035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=5289799243632123035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/5289799243632123035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/5289799243632123035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/09/while-justine-and-i-were-walking-back.html' title='...little soph year memories'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-7195336569067190320</id><published>2008-09-09T19:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T19:43:22.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...when lightning strikes again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hmm... It's raining once again. Why does it have to be at night? It would've been better if it's daytime. I'd simply listen to the raindrops as they drip on the roof while I get a view of my teachers opening and closing their mouths. Or see them trickle on the leaves... (emo?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I slept a few minutes during Bio. Maybe there's just too much carbon dioxide inside the room which caused my sleepiness during that time. (Dang! Did I hear those Bio facts while sleeping?) The only time I remember myself sleeping was last year during Art 2. (Duh! Who wouldn't be? With the lights out and and the air conditioner switched, Art room was definitely a very conducive place for sleeping.) So anyway, yeah. I find myself waking up dazed while Sir Chuckie was talking about some parabronchi (?) stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say, someone in class really is testing my patience ability. And slowly, day by day, I'm beginning to lose a bit and piece of what holds me back from getting mad. No need to elaborate on details, they're pretty much ANNOYING to recall. All I can say is that I super hate that guy right now. I would want to shout at him but I always end up thinking that I might start a fight. Damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing my friends were there to share some laughter with (Aww!) Those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sessions&lt;/span&gt; as we often 'it' are actually stress-relieving. Come to think of it, it's a good exercise for the body as well as for strategizing. Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aagh! Still have to do some stuff but I'm getting sleepy once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-7195336569067190320?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7195336569067190320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=7195336569067190320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/7195336569067190320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/7195336569067190320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-lightning-strikes-again.html' title='...when lightning strikes again'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-1526822008700946477</id><published>2008-09-07T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T18:47:07.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...someone is just so clueless that i despise him</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just finished watching Cardcaptor Sakura! Hahah! Sakura and Syaoran are just so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kawaii&lt;/span&gt; (that's cute!) to look at, although Toya defines H-O-T. *crushing on anime*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorm Open House was just so tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to cram my Chem homework. Bio long test wtf?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, stress building up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-1526822008700946477?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1526822008700946477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=1526822008700946477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/1526822008700946477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/1526822008700946477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/09/someone-is-just-so-clueless-that-i.html' title='...someone is just so clueless that i despise him'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-5329002343442312428</id><published>2008-09-06T16:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T17:55:11.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...in three months</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;”The difference between try and triumph is only just an ‘umph’.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                    -Sir Chuckie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wanting to get more some sleep, I jumped in on my bed the very moment I reached my room. I closed my eyes and tried to take a siesta, but the more I concentrate, the more my weariness comes off. So I rummaged through my drawer and found nothing but spare plastic bags, two Nestea bottles and pieces of paper with Chem, Math, and Physics equations written all over – trinkets of the past quarter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What have I now after a quarter had passed? Academically speaking, I got a failing grade in Math4, a low, low grade in Bio2 and Chem2, an okay-grade in Physics and STR, and fair grades in the Humanities subjects. Ah, but who cares? Grades don’t comprise the entirety of my life. So really, after almost three months, what I’ve got are the following: shorter hair, bulging eye bags, piled-up homeworks, a sublimed brain, more friends, a crazier mind, a long test in Bio, homework in Chem, reflection paper for Fil, and a whole lot more of requirements coming up. Aagh! And I haven’t started yet! What a life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~ ~ ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So anyway, today’s family day, but my family didn’t really show up. Aside from me not totally wanting them to go, they are busy with some stuff, and couldn’t travel four hours just to see me and my low grades. I don’t mind, really. It’s not a big deal for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The family day itself wasn’t that fun when compared to what had happened two years ago. In my opinion, that is. I’m not quite sure if it was because the games were held by house and not by batch (when there is a not-so-obvious but still existing competition among the batches *ehem*Batch2010*ehem*2011*ehem*). So the two batch games were more of a hit than the two house games. Batch 2010 still holds the Championship title for Pass the Hoop, but 2009 (?) won the Cramming Time. I didn’t really care who won in the other two house games. The food they served for the batch lunch in ASTB was better compared to the previous two years (although I am still frustrated I didn’t have mashed potato as side dish). Aside from the not-so-long PTA announcements and raffle promo from Kenny Roger’s, the Dikum performances were shown as part of a short program.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’m planning to start working on my Chem, but I’m guessing I wouldn’t be able to do so. Oh well. As the famous Pisay quote says, “Everything is crammable under the heat of the sun.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-5329002343442312428?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5329002343442312428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=5329002343442312428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/5329002343442312428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/5329002343442312428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-three-months.html' title='...in three months'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-6778606032824753944</id><published>2008-09-04T21:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T05:28:55.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...life does not end in your books and tests</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A pretty long post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Attending the Interaksis Conference this morning was certainly something I would never regret. Corny as it may seem, but it surely changed my view on a range of certain issues going on in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rob Roque, a Batch '07 graduate of Pisay and a current sophomore in BS Chem MSC in Ateneo, first spoke about realizing one's goals, and working through with it on the way to making it a reality. Paolo Medina who graduated last 2002 and is now on its 7th year as an IntarMed student in UP, did a sort of follow-up on what Kuya Rob had said. Kuya Lopao, as he is more fondly called, also shared his insights on being a leader.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On the second part, three (Joaq Almirante, Merlynn Baterina and Christian Esguerra) of the fourteen delegates in the recently held Immersion with the Aetas in shared their experiences and stories they had learned in their overnight stay in Sitio Target in Mabalacat, Pampanga. Aside from the interesting anecdotes they gave, we laughed our hearts out as we view some pictures and videos they had as they were adopted by families, slept in nipa huts, froze in the old night, and hiked in mountains. I tell you, some were scandalous videos of Sir Martin. Hahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This was followed by Joker Asis and Lance Co Ting Keh who shared their experiences as they went to Austria and Singapore respectively. The former competed in the 5th Voice Choir Competition as part of the Kilyawan Boys Choir and brought home three medals from three different categories. Meanwhile, the latter flew to the Lion City to attend a Youth Leadership Summit sponsored by a primier high school in the said country. Honestly, looking at their pictures made me feel a bit envious. (I've been yearning to go to Singapore, plus almost any European country.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lastly, Gaby Santos told a short story of her life and how she was inspired by Pisay to become a leader. And of course, there's Sir Martin, who both gave the opening and closing remarks. Luis Estrada hosted the event, while Mica Perlada, Ate Criselle David, and Joker Asis acted as chairpersons for each panel. Other Aksis officers like Mia Pangilinan and Franco Macaspac as well as the members were also present in the conference. And their was free food (Munchkins and juice). So it's not all about me, and never going to be about me. That's leadership, and that's what's going to lead us to reaching an end goal for the common good. And what part does Pisay play for us? Well, for one, it made us realize our strengths and weaknessess, and learn how we can work out with what resources we have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Late in the afternoon, right after the fashion show, LC, Hanna, Roger, John-John, Lobitz, and I started talking. We started about how batch 2010 is starting to leave a legacy (woah! that's for both good and bad) then we went to how John-John experienced a hold-up twice then we talked about bloody experiences, and then some ghost stories, and then some other topic, and so on until we end up talking about the year 2012 and how the world will end and such. Which led me to think, could it be that 2012 really is the start of the end of the world? That's when reality hits me: life REALLY does not end in our school books and our long tests. An entirely different story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Sorry for my excessive use of 'and' as well as having wrong spellings and grammar (if ever there were any). I'm too lazy to reread this post. I also hate rereading long stuffs. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-6778606032824753944?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6778606032824753944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=6778606032824753944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/6778606032824753944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/6778606032824753944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-does-not-end-in-your-books-and-in.html' title='...life does not end in your books and tests'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-2571832296002359357</id><published>2008-09-04T07:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T07:07:55.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...you have to do something when you're bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You just have to. Inspiration struck me as I lay awake in my bed for almost an hour so early in the morning, trying to get back to sleep. I opened my laptop, double-clicked notepad and started typing random stuff until I realized I was able to come up with a rather silly little poem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Unlabeled, I Am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I ran through the grassy hills,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wind whiplashing gently on my cheeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Murmuring faintly in my ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I rush through the verdant meadow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And what beauty does this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So mightily possess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Swaying with the wind, I dance --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dance and frolic all around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Where butter-colored dandelions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And azure forget-me-nots lay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah! What splendor does this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So wonderfully possess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jades and emeralds draping down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On trees spiced up with glaring jewels,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Where birds twitter and cheep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As they sing for me a melodic dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh! What glory does this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So breathtakingly possess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, yeah. It's VERY corny and VERY stupid. Sorry. But I have nothing else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Time check: It only 5:09am! What? I still want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-2571832296002359357?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2571832296002359357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=2571832296002359357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/2571832296002359357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/2571832296002359357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-have-to-do-something-when-youre.html' title='...you have to do something when you&apos;re bored'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-6368462402434983270</id><published>2008-09-03T22:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T18:52:06.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...an inevitable side of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I don't want to comment much on our Dikum performance. In my opinion (and in everyone else's), we are in the bottom half of the rankings. But hey, we need to experience losing once in a while, it's a part of life. I remember Sir Mardan's words last year. It goes something like ...it's not the end, but it's the journey that matters the most...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I don't feel too bad losing even if we end up as the last placers in the competition. Not unlike last year when most of us took it so seriously (that some even cried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; when Camia'010 landed 4th place in the Katutubong Sayaw), this one's a bit more easier to accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arms are still aching from yesterday's TaeKwonDo and have been sleeping for 10-minute intervals for the past two hours. I hope this will pass out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT 9/9/08: I was wrong! Potassium ended up as the 6th placers. Woah! Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-6368462402434983270?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6368462402434983270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=6368462402434983270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/6368462402434983270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/6368462402434983270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/09/inevitable-side-of-life.html' title='...an inevitable side of life'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-2005782742751434596</id><published>2008-09-03T06:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T07:05:44.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...now i feel the pain (all over the body)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lBnzcx4KdFY/SL3EsEGYd5I/AAAAAAAAADA/laPtoia6_TI/s1600-h/sweet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lBnzcx4KdFY/SL3EsEGYd5I/AAAAAAAAADA/laPtoia6_TI/s320/sweet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241561802622924690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was right. It's gonna be a painful day for me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do random stuffs when I get bored. Here's a proof. But I find it cute despite its 'emo-ness'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hahah.. un lang..&lt;/span&gt; Guess I'm bored as well today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Disclaimer: I didn't actually do the drawing. Just the editing (background and color scheme change).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-2005782742751434596?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2005782742751434596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=2005782742751434596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/2005782742751434596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/2005782742751434596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-think-my-voice-is-lost-today.html' title='...now i feel the pain (all over the body)'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lBnzcx4KdFY/SL3EsEGYd5I/AAAAAAAAADA/laPtoia6_TI/s72-c/sweet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-6882731424662651846</id><published>2008-09-03T06:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T06:49:45.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...i think my right foot's almost broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;--&gt;Again, this was supposed to be yesterday's post but this time with a different story. I slept even before 9. I guess I was really that tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And before anything else, I'd like to greet some people:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Belated Happy Birthday Keanu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy Birthday Paul Andrew! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;02.September.2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The ACLE FORA was not what I had expected but it was pretty much okay. iKeepLoveReal. There were three speakers. I forgot their names except for Miguel Escueta who aside from talking about real love, performed one of his songs in his album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Taekwondo was fun as our second ACLE with black belter Mike Zulueta as our instructor and brown belter Kuya Ed as coordinator. I've always wanted to learn any martial arts since I was six but never did so. Only the basics were taught, as usual. The six tenets, basic kicks, and basic drills. Then we played touchball and step-the-foot-of-your-opponent. Hahah. Sir Mike and Kuya Ed also did a sparring before we end. So cool. This day's defintely better than yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As an AKSIS member, I was also one of those in charge preparing for the KKKwiz held in the afternoon. I was also one of the proctors of one group, but it wasn't too hard a job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our practice was better this time as compared to yesterday. I hope we'd do good tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The only thing I hate right now is my right foot. I can't bend it that much when I walk or climb up the stairs. And I'm guessing that my whole body will be aching by tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-6882731424662651846?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6882731424662651846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=6882731424662651846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/6882731424662651846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/6882731424662651846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-think-my-right-foots-almost-broken.html' title='...i think my right foot&apos;s almost broken'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-3630684971673285696</id><published>2008-09-01T20:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T06:16:15.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...all i need today is rest and chocolates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;--&gt;This was suppose to be yesterday's post but all thanks to Pisay, internet connection was out. (Only Pisay's website was actually working.) How sucky (Is there such a word?) can yesterday be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01.Septemper.2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was supposed to be a fun and stress-relieving Hum Week became the exact opposite, all thanks to the COCCs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sarcastic mode here*&lt;br /&gt;Come on guys, they were just doing their job imposing discipline on us. I think we deserve to be soaked in heat for five hours under the intense heat of the sun! I mean, it's not like we got dizzy with aching heads and almost blinded eyes and all. I'm pretty sure we definitely had a damn good time on that instance.&lt;br /&gt;*end sarcastic mode*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, cool huh? Do we really deserve that kind of treatment? In those few (not to mention H-O-T) hours, we experienced how it feels when someone takes away your freedom to drink and eat and pee and go under a shade as though they hold your life and fate in their hands. Haven't they realize that what they did was so unfair? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buti sana kung sila rin umupo sa ilalim ng araw. Pero hindi eh. &lt;/span&gt;In fact&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, ang saya ng buhay nila. Paupo-upo lang sa gazeebo. &lt;/span&gt;How sad could this be? They implement something, but they themselves violate the law. And how dare them threat us with an I.R.? An I.R. versus our health? Wow, what a choice. Come to think of it, since when does eating and drinking became a major (or even minor) violation of school rules? I wish they had at least shown some consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after burning us all, they finally set us free. The exhaustion, the hunger, the thirst. Good thing we were able to buy lunch at once. I consumed my food in more or less, five minutes and drink two bottles of Nestea simultaneously. That's how starved and dehydrated I was. And also, thanks to an AKSIS meeting, my body was able to cool down and refreshen a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our practice wasn't as good as last Saturday. Maybe because we were stressed, tired, all drained up. I hope everything (and everyone especially) will be alright comes tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headaches. Nose bleeds. Hazy visions. Almost fainting. We were all so close to a heatstroke. Whatta day this was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-3630684971673285696?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3630684971673285696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=3630684971673285696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/3630684971673285696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/3630684971673285696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-i-need-today-is-rest-and-chocolates.html' title='...all i need today is rest and chocolates'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-735052294015957931</id><published>2008-08-30T20:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T06:18:53.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...just another angel from heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My first "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;matinong&lt;/span&gt;" post is going to be a bit emo. Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With an angel sent from heaven,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;My life shall never end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess everything really has a purpose on this world, in the sense that we learn a little bit of something from anything. I realized this while I was watching Cardcaptor Sakura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was serious when I said this. But before anything else, I have to confess that I'm a crybaby at times, just trying hard to keep my tears from the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After watching Episode 25, I found myself crying alone in my room. It was all about the Mirror Card imitating Sakura, which in the end caused her brother, Toyo, to fall down a cliff. And it's all because he cares. To clear things a bit, I wasn't crying because he got unconscious. Maybe because of the fact that I'm a crybaby that tears just suddenly blurted out of my eyes and rolled down. Toya is one of my favorite characters in this anime because I see in him what I had been wanting to have ever since --  an elder brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've always thought I was the eldest up until I was about six years old. I still remember how I first learned of it. My father said we're going to visit him on the cemetery for it was the first of November. At first I was in doubt, thinking that it was one of my father's jokes despite the seriousness in his tone. Only after seeing his name carved on the marble did it struck me hard. I read the dates of his birth and death  and realized he had only lived for quite some time, not more than a month. I was silent, and I prayed that he is in heaven watching over us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He should be a year older than me by now. Although there was never a picture of him that I saw in our house, I can somehow imagine his features --  his beautiful eyes are deep and expressive, and a wonderful smile carved on his striking countenance. When I was Grade 4, I prayed that one day, he'd show up, even as a ghost, that I want to hug him and tell him I miss him and that I really want him to be alive. Even until now, I still find myself in tears whenever the thought of him passes&lt;/span&gt; through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know that that will never come true. I'd never have my &lt;kuya&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuya&lt;/span&gt; back even if I cry every night, pleading him to go here as if he never passed away.&lt;/kuya&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But you know what, I realized. He had always been with me all along. He's my guardian angel who had kept me safe and had been with me for the past fourteen years of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-735052294015957931?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/735052294015957931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=735052294015957931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/735052294015957931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/735052294015957931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/08/guardian-angel.html' title='...just another angel from heaven'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1536419331890016543.post-2702245583841828614</id><published>2008-08-21T19:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T06:40:02.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...my first unofficial post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warning&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; This is such a silly corny blog.&lt;br /&gt;A blog that's required for ComSci 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I'm Ianne, a 3rd year student who's all stressed up and enjoying life at the same time in this hell on earth school, otherwise known as Pisay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my first time blogging so please bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIght now, I don't know where to start. So here I am, writing every single word that pops out in my mind. Pop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. End of nonsense for now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1536419331890016543-2702245583841828614?l=istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2702245583841828614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1536419331890016543&amp;postID=2702245583841828614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/2702245583841828614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1536419331890016543/posts/default/2702245583841828614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istillwishicouldfly.blogspot.com/2008/08/beware.html' title='...my first unofficial post'/><author><name>♥..ianne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05449065392592017700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
