<?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-8608299</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:07:05.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'm fallin...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13335288969653833790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/frgt10_soul99/allie.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608299.post-111407809912722146</id><published>2005-04-21T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T18:08:19.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>Today was probably one of the most fun sessions I had in my CAT (College Admission Test) Review. It was so much fun nung English time! We had a bunch of activities about vocabulary, spelling, and punctuation. Sounds boring? It was anything but. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were split into two teams, me being in team 2. The most fun game for me was about synonyms and antonyms (they were really hard, mind you) and the answers were stuck on the wall, and each team has a representative. Whoever gets the right answer gains a point for the team. Sounds really easy, but the game was brutal. Kulang nalang magkapunit-punit yung papers where the choices were written eh! Ekoy was blocking his opponent like it was a game of basketball to keep him from getting the right answer (which was hilarious, because John was practically a head taller than him!). And Steven, who was from the opposing team, kept pushing Kyrie, which was quite easy for him because he was... bigger (more pounds if you catch my drift) than her, which turned into a quite unfair wrestling match. Naiisip ko nalang if I was his opponent, my 80-pound self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our review lasted the whole day, with a lunch break, so me and some others headed over to KFC. Tomorrow and the day after that, whole day nanaman. My wallet's gonna suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was Chesca's Bday today! We're heading over to Carolina on Sunday for her swim (?) party. That should be fun. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608299-111407809912722146?l=mwahxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/feeds/111407809912722146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8608299&amp;postID=111407809912722146' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/111407809912722146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/111407809912722146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/2005/04/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13335288969653833790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/frgt10_soul99/allie.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608299.post-111365134598437939</id><published>2005-04-16T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T19:35:45.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Radio.blog is in the house!</title><content type='html'>Yehey, my site has a radioblog! Goes well with the layout too. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608299-111365134598437939?l=mwahxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/feeds/111365134598437939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8608299&amp;postID=111365134598437939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/111365134598437939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/111365134598437939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/2005/04/radioblog-is-in-house.html' title='Radio.blog is in the house!'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13335288969653833790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/frgt10_soul99/allie.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608299.post-111356304823036346</id><published>2005-04-15T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T19:04:08.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmph.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://geocities.com/frgt10_soul99/full03.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://geocities.com/frgt10_soul99/full06.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://geocities.com/frgt10_soul99/full09.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://geocities.com/frgt10_soul99/full11.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at these cute animated GIFs of Justin and Jessie of Full House. So cute! Images from &lt;a href="http://myfullhouse.net.ms"&gt;http://myfullhouse.net.ms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting really pissed of of &lt;strong&gt;HIM&lt;/strong&gt; though. I cannot believe that he would flirt that much with those girls. And I thought na he would always pull through for me. I know I haven't really been talking for him much for the past few days but that is no excuse for him to forget me just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's put that aside for now. I got my report card this Monday. Here are the kind of disappointing final grades:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion/Values Education 85&lt;br /&gt;Filipino 81 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;English 83&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies 89&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics 84&lt;br /&gt;Science 84&lt;br /&gt;T.H.E. 90&lt;br /&gt;P.E.H.M. 91&lt;br /&gt;FLAA 91&lt;br /&gt;FLAB 92&lt;br /&gt;Deportment 84&lt;br /&gt;Homeroom 94&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Average:87&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm thinking of putting a radio blog here soon. What do you guys think? And how about other suggestions that would make my site better? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608299-111356304823036346?l=mwahxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/feeds/111356304823036346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8608299&amp;postID=111356304823036346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/111356304823036346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/111356304823036346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/2005/04/hmph.html' title='Hmph.'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13335288969653833790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/frgt10_soul99/allie.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608299.post-111345036542767152</id><published>2005-04-14T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T11:46:05.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!</title><content type='html'>All photos courtesy of &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;http://photobucket.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd year Ruby class picture (Click for larger view)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y124/sigawbiik/classpic.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 250px" height="414" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y124/sigawbiik/classpic.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the 4th from the riht on the front row, the one with a watch. Liit ko noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Spring valley outing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 375px; HEIGHT: 500px" height="800" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y124/sigawbiik/100-0037_IMG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang tatlong... ewan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y124/sigawbiik/100-0034_IMG.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seksi namin noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 375px; HEIGHT: 500px" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y124/sigawbiik/ac2e0483.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my best bud Faye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608299-111345036542767152?l=mwahxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/feeds/111345036542767152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8608299&amp;postID=111345036542767152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/111345036542767152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/111345036542767152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/2005/04/pictures_14.html' title='Pictures!'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13335288969653833790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/frgt10_soul99/allie.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608299.post-111330289348890657</id><published>2005-04-12T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T18:48:13.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tralalalala!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THINGS THAT I HAVE LEARNED FROM THE BOOK "ALL-AMERICAN GIRL":&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Guys on the nerdy/geeky side do make better boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;2. Saving the life of your country's president will change your life.&lt;br /&gt;3. Being left-handed is hard.&lt;br /&gt;4. Ska is really unappreciated in the music industry.&lt;br /&gt;5. Draw what you see, not what you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New layout. Again. Full House.Sigh... a dead giveaway that I really have nothing else to do in life. Whoopdeedooda for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm really getting quite caught up in this whole koreanovela obssession. I find my love for Full House, not to mention Kim Song Soo, quite over the top. But I can't help it, he's so cute :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you guys watch Darna? I find the whole story quite riveting actually. Still a thumbs down to GMA7 for the effects though. Still needs some tweaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so our review classes (CAT) continues. It's getting quite nakakabore actually. It's quite tiring to answer countless drills everyday. And my wardrobe is slowly deteriorating. I'm running out of things to wear!!!Although I have to admit, I am getting to meet a few &lt;em&gt;interesting &lt;/em&gt;people...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608299-111330289348890657?l=mwahxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/feeds/111330289348890657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8608299&amp;postID=111330289348890657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/111330289348890657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/111330289348890657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/2005/04/tralalalala.html' title='Tralalalala!'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13335288969653833790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/frgt10_soul99/allie.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608299.post-111223156953349621</id><published>2005-03-31T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T09:12:49.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yup, my summer has officially begun.</title><content type='html'>Ahh, I'm still aching all over. Me and some of my buddies went swimming yesterday. But things really didn't go EXACTLY as planned. AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had planned to go to the Jardin Real clubhouse, which is the clubhouse in one of my friends, Jasper's subdivision. He was sick so he couldn't really come with us (Get well soon, Jazz!). We commuted to their subdivision's entrance had to walk all the way to the clubhouse, which was at least a kilometer long, with our bags in tow, just to find out that the clubhouse had been booked for a reception! So we had to go all the way back and opt for the nearest resort, because we were not about to go home without taking a dip in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to Spring Valley, this resort owned by one of our former classmates. But the entrance fee was way higher than we anticipated, so our group coughed up 975 php ( Don't even ask how we got that much money.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things went smooth sailing from there. We had sooo much fun just goofing around and swimming, not to mention that the slide was absolutely fantabulous. We ended up going home at around 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone enjoyed it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... except our wallets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608299-111223156953349621?l=mwahxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/feeds/111223156953349621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8608299&amp;postID=111223156953349621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/111223156953349621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/111223156953349621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/2005/03/yup-my-summer-has-officially-begun.html' title='Yup, my summer has officially begun.'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13335288969653833790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/frgt10_soul99/allie.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608299.post-111182361859204828</id><published>2005-03-26T15:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T15:53:38.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know...</title><content type='html'>Okay, I am such a geek. I know. But I really do like Star Wars  lot, and sad to say, not only because Hayden Christensen is hot, but because I really like the stuff. So sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm lazy. This is the easiest layout I've ever made with no effects whatsoever. But it's better. And I need to tweak this a lot since there's something wrong with the marquee text at the bottom. I don't know why it exceeds the actual size of the DIV. If anyone can help me, I would greatly appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so vacation has finally arrived for me. But to tell the truth I' m really not having that much fun yet. Well, I guess that's understandable because it's Holy Week after all, but what I mean is that I feel absolutely terrible. I have this stupid, stupid cold and cough, so let's just say I'm not really feeling too peachy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608299-111182361859204828?l=mwahxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/feeds/111182361859204828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8608299&amp;postID=111182361859204828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/111182361859204828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/111182361859204828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-know.html' title='I know...'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13335288969653833790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/frgt10_soul99/allie.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608299.post-110887838639734797</id><published>2005-02-20T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T13:46:26.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buruguduystunsyugudunstuy.</title><content type='html'>Well, we've made up. Thank goodness this spat didn't last as long as last time. I was about to lose my mind missing him that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thins is, he asked me one of the most difficult questions I have ever encountered, even more difficult than any problem in Geometry or Algebra. He asked me if I loved him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what, I didn't really know how to answer. It would be a big fat lie if I said "NO", because I do feel something, ok a LOT, for him. But I'm not sure if it's THAT feeling. So I didn't say "YES" either, because it would be so incredibly risky. Besides, it just makes things so final... and hindi pa naman nga kami! So I just told him to wait... because I wasn't sure yet. And he said he was willing to wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was kind of weird. I just feel too... young. Kahit 15 na ako, sometimes I feel like I'm still such a kid at heart. So I guess I'm not ready yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when it was time to put the phone down, he said that he did. And what I answered was SOOO reminiscent of what Ryan did when Marissa told him the three words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marissa: I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: Uhh... thank you.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Me: Salamat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608299-110887838639734797?l=mwahxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/feeds/110887838639734797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8608299&amp;postID=110887838639734797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/110887838639734797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/110887838639734797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/2005/02/buruguduystunsyugudunstuy.html' title='Buruguduystunsyugudunstuy.'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13335288969653833790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/frgt10_soul99/allie.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608299.post-110872708369055383</id><published>2005-02-18T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T19:44:43.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again.</title><content type='html'>And he's not speaking to me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell did I do wrong THIS time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure I didn't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much more of this do I have to go through?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's enough to drive any righteous girl up the wall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I didn't like him so gosh darn much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would make things so much easier...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608299-110872708369055383?l=mwahxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/feeds/110872708369055383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8608299&amp;postID=110872708369055383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/110872708369055383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/110872708369055383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/2005/02/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again.'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13335288969653833790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/frgt10_soul99/allie.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608299.post-110837817952428453</id><published>2005-02-14T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T18:49:39.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Heart's Day!</title><content type='html'>And yet another one of those holidays when everyone, well mostly guys anyway, don't care if they burn a hole into their pockets just to buy their "current" loved one a token of their unconditional(?) love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, how happy I am to be a girl. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received a rose and a balloon. Typical Valentine's Day gifts. But I have long since learned that it really IS the thought that counts. And to think that I wasn't even expecting anything. Having guy friends are awesome. Ehehe. But it would be out of this world if someone really gave me a &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;YELLOW &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;rose, because I have been wishing ever since to get one. Too bad it really is too darn expensive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beggars can't be choosers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day everyone! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608299-110837817952428453?l=mwahxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/feeds/110837817952428453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8608299&amp;postID=110837817952428453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/110837817952428453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/110837817952428453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-hearts-day.html' title='Happy Heart&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13335288969653833790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/frgt10_soul99/allie.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608299.post-110760572505391991</id><published>2005-02-05T20:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T20:40:01.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Grabe.&lt;/em&gt; I am soooooooo tired. I spent almost entire afternoon hammering nails and sawing wood for our humanities project. Our group was supposed to be assigned with architecture, and I was really happy about it because it's my dream job. What I didn't know was that for my Humanities teacher? Architecture=construction work. Argh, I think this is actually just a ruse to get us to work for free. It's like we're buying our grade. At least some of my friends are my groupmates, and some are even nice enough to help even though they're from another group. Can you believe we have to make 3 giant people from wood?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, I got to unwind a bit when we went to LCC with my friends, and I got to vent out my frustrations on the DDR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608299-110760572505391991?l=mwahxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/feeds/110760572505391991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8608299&amp;postID=110760572505391991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/110760572505391991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/110760572505391991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/2005/02/am-i-tired_110760572505391991.html' title='Am I tired.'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13335288969653833790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/frgt10_soul99/allie.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608299.post-110753388633829651</id><published>2005-02-05T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T00:18:06.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back... </title><content type='html'>After a one month unannounced hiatus, I am finally back! Including a brand new layout, featuring my favorite couple, Summer and Seth on the O.C. I'm trying to keep up with the Valentine's vibe going on. I'm not really sure about the size though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's 12 mn here and I know my mom's going to pop out her head any minute to tell me to turn this thing off, so I'll just reserve everything I have to say for later, okay? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608299-110753388633829651?l=mwahxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/feeds/110753388633829651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8608299&amp;postID=110753388633829651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/110753388633829651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/110753388633829651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back... '/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13335288969653833790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/frgt10_soul99/allie.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608299.post-110464649226485251</id><published>2005-01-02T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T19:24:34.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!</title><content type='html'>Happy new year guys!! Sorry if I haven't been posting. Our DSL line got busted and we went on vacation for 10 days. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here is the traditional New Year's Resolution list:&lt;br /&gt;1. I will not spend oodles of money on useless things.&lt;br /&gt;2. I will try harder in my studies.&lt;br /&gt;3. I will always clean my room.&lt;br /&gt;4. I will always put studies first before "ilusyon".&lt;br /&gt;5. I will blog faithfully. (Well, I'm not really sure if I can follow this.)&lt;br /&gt;6. I will be nicer to my siblings.&lt;br /&gt;7. I will be more assertive!&lt;br /&gt;8. I will TRY to actually follow my resolutions!&lt;br /&gt;9. I will stop biting my nails.&lt;br /&gt;10. I will stop being so darn TALKATIVE!!! In class only of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And BTW, thanks for the gifts, Chette!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608299-110464649226485251?l=mwahxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/feeds/110464649226485251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8608299&amp;postID=110464649226485251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/110464649226485251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/110464649226485251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13335288969653833790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/frgt10_soul99/allie.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608299.post-110277070591764516</id><published>2004-12-11T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T21:11:45.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I thought we were crazy.</title><content type='html'>And I thought I was an addict of Mulawin. Turns out me and Ekoy were just average. There are some blogs here that are all, Mulawin, Mulawin, Mulawin! I guess it's much more famous that I formerly thought. Because in our class, less than 10 of us actually watch this, but it has gained much popularity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://geocities.com/frgt10_soul99/Aguiluz_alwina.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, sorry I couldn't resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness this week is almost over! It has been utterly exhausting talaga. Dami dami daming pinapagawa. I get to rest, barely, tomorrow. But we still have a lot to do for Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay... kakainggit naman yung iba. They're out there at the UNC Gymnasium, watching the South Border concert. Aww... I don't have moolah to spend. As in, nada. And I was kind of looking forward pa naman to hear them sing "Ikaw Nga"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608299-110277070591764516?l=mwahxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/feeds/110277070591764516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8608299&amp;postID=110277070591764516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/110277070591764516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/110277070591764516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/2004/12/and-i-thought-we-were-crazy.html' title='And I thought we were crazy.'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13335288969653833790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/frgt10_soul99/allie.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608299.post-110259468572011378</id><published>2004-12-09T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T20:18:05.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mulawin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mulawin-gma7.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mulawin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meron palang ganito? Di ko yun alam ah. Ang cool naman! Eh di kapag di ako makakapanood, like tonight for instance kasi manonood akong Playing It Straight, babasahin ko nalang dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kagabi pumunta dito 2 of my classmates, Chesca and Riza, because we made our collage in English. I thought that we did a pretty good job. May pagka-3D nga eh. Nagandahan nga yata si Mdm. Bayani, but maintained her poker face. But she was smiling while she was looking at our work. Trust me, that's a compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A weird thing happened today. Kasi this afternoon may assignment kami sa Business Math, and wala pa akong gawa. I was kind of lazy to do it during recess time, pero something inside me was telling me to do it. So I did. Which turned out to be a good thing, dahil tiningnan ni Mme. Altea yung mga notebooks namin! 5 lang nga kaming may assignment. So the rest had to rewrite the assignment three times. I actually felt a bit guilty, kasi I didn't exactly do it at home, but well... pareho na yan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Glee Club is going to sing on Christmas Eve sa chapel, kaya lang I can't join them, on account of going to Subic and everything. Oh darn... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinamahan nya akong maglakad papuntang Plaza Medica. Well, yun lang. But it was... nice. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608299-110259468572011378?l=mwahxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/feeds/110259468572011378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8608299&amp;postID=110259468572011378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/110259468572011378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/110259468572011378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/2004/12/mulawin.html' title='Mulawin'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13335288969653833790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/frgt10_soul99/allie.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608299.post-110249911816092271</id><published>2004-12-08T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T17:45:18.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang saya!</title><content type='html'>We just finished sa outreach program namin. We got 50 underprivileged kids and invited them to come to our school to have a sort of Christmas party. We invited those from San Felipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had McDonald's host our party and surprise, surprise! Incredibles ang theme! Ang cute nga eh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung nagdatingan na yung mga bata, this one girl caught my eye, I don't know why. Parang lang talagang nakita ko siya. Kaya siya ang nagi kong &lt;strong&gt;"alaga" &lt;/strong&gt;ika nga. Her name was Vina.  She was really silent and everything, and I tried my best to talk to her naman. Nagpakwento ako tungkol sa mga kapatid nya, her likes etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time for the games. Kasali kami sa balloon relay, yung iipit mo between your legs yung balloon. Kaya lang talo team namin, hindi nga namin ni Vina mapaputok yung balloon eh kahit upuan! Ang gaan kasi namin pareho, ehehe. Sa Bring Me naman, lagi kaming nauunahan ng mga guys. Blech. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time to eat. I could see their little eyes light up nung nakita nilang maraming pagkain. Pero di sila masyadong kumain, bibigay daw nila sa pamilya nila. It's kind of ironic, that those who have so little are the first ones to think of sharing what they have with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then lumabas na si Hamburglar, yung mascot. Kaya lang ayaw ni Vina lumapit! Takut daw siya. She didn't even want to go near him. Luckily I convinced her to stand long enough to have her picture taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then kami naman 3-Ruby nagpapicture. Ayun unahan. What can we do? Talagang maeksena ang section namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After binigay namin yung goods na ibibigay nila sa families nila, it was time for them to go home. It was kind of sad nga eh, that I only got to spend three hours with her. But I knew that somehow, we had made this Christmas season better for them, and they had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me realize how much we can help other people, even by just making them happy. God had given us the chance to help others who are not as lucky as us, and what are we doing? Spending our money on ourselves. We need to start thinking of others too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala, napaisip-isip lang kasi ako. ^^;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608299-110249911816092271?l=mwahxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/feeds/110249911816092271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8608299&amp;postID=110249911816092271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/110249911816092271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/110249911816092271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/2004/12/ang-saya.html' title='Ang saya!'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13335288969653833790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/frgt10_soul99/allie.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608299.post-110234277660787255</id><published>2004-12-06T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T22:19:36.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hay naku.</title><content type='html'>Soooo sorry kung ngayon lang ako ulit nagblog. Because of the two typhoons, Unding and Yoyong, noong Saturday lang bumalik ang current. Gosh... I never want to go throught that again. Imagine writing and reading by candlelight. Feeling ko ako si Jose Rizal noong nandun siya sa kulungan sa Fort Santiago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched The Incredibles last Saturday. So kawaii! Ang cute ni Dash. People kept saying I looked like Violet though, since we're both stick thin. Ugh. But I had fun, contrary to my first thought, kasi akala ko di ako maenjoy kasi andyan mga siblings ko, but it turned out to be okay. And pagdating ko sa bahay, tamang-tama may ilaw na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 19 more days before Christmas! But I'm not feeling it, sa totoo lang. It's like I have too many other things on my mind. And we still have the exams from 16-21. Then 22 is our Christmas party. That leaves us with, like, 10 days of vacation? Come on! But me, my siblings, the parentals and the rest of the clan plan to celebrate Christmas in Subic. I'm not really too hot about this idea, kasi mas gusto kong dito sa Naga, but I guess it will be okay naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished reading the Da Vinci Code a few days ago. Ang cool nya! But people with weak faith can't really read it, kasi noong binasa ko, medyo I had doubts na tuloy about the Church. Everything is so real kasi eh. Am now currently reading the Solitaire Mystery, which is also really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, notice anything? Of course you did! Bago ang layout! You like it? Festive sya di ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608299-110234277660787255?l=mwahxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/feeds/110234277660787255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8608299&amp;postID=110234277660787255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/110234277660787255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/110234277660787255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/2004/12/hay-naku_06.html' title='Hay naku.'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13335288969653833790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/frgt10_soul99/allie.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608299.post-110085961203966410</id><published>2004-11-19T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T18:20:12.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ano va naman itech.</title><content type='html'>Normally I would be happy nanaman because walang pasok bukas. &lt;strong&gt;Signal no. 3&lt;/strong&gt; ang bagyo, it seems to have taken a liking for the &lt;strong&gt;Bicol region&lt;/strong&gt;. But I'm getting quite worn out by this whole typhoon business. Imagine, getting up on the &lt;strong&gt;crack of dawn &lt;/strong&gt;then realizing na walang pasok! Who can sleep?! Then pabalik-balik ang current, and the phone line keeps going &lt;strong&gt;dead&lt;/strong&gt;. It's not all that it's cracked up to be I can tell you that. I would much rather be in &lt;strong&gt;school&lt;/strong&gt; than to stay inside our house with &lt;strong&gt;practically &lt;/strong&gt;nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to say na nanalo kami, &lt;strong&gt;St. Joseph School&lt;/strong&gt;, sa &lt;strong&gt;InterHigh&lt;/strong&gt;! It was so movie-like, with the happy ending and everything. We were behind in points throughout most of the game, but we really brought it home on the last quarter. And to think that this is the first time that we actually &lt;strong&gt;HAD&lt;/strong&gt; a varsity team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I think it's because our school, not only our players, have a really strong &lt;strong&gt;faith in God&lt;/strong&gt;. All of us prayed, and most of our players pray before they make free throws and stuff. OR maybe it's because the &lt;strong&gt;star player&lt;/strong&gt; of our rival school graduated in the last quarter. But I choose to believe the &lt;strong&gt;former&lt;/strong&gt;. c=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is this I just heard?! I was talking to my &lt;strong&gt;former &lt;/strong&gt;classmate who transferred to &lt;strong&gt;AdNU&lt;/strong&gt; during 1st year, and it seems that even they seem to &lt;strong&gt;"know" &lt;/strong&gt;about &lt;strong&gt;OUR &lt;/strong&gt;"M.U.", which is a matter of fact, totally &lt;strong&gt;nonexistent&lt;/strong&gt;! I have long since accepted the fact that me and &lt;strong&gt;HIM&lt;/strong&gt;(i think you know who I'm talking about) are just close friends and that's all we'll ever amount to. So now what is this I hear about HIM and me being an &lt;strong&gt;ITEM&lt;/strong&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I guess this has its &lt;strong&gt;benefits&lt;/strong&gt;, considering that &lt;strong&gt;HE&lt;/strong&gt; is kind of well-known around schools, especially in &lt;strong&gt;USI&lt;/strong&gt; because he is kind of a &lt;strong&gt;chick magnet&lt;/strong&gt;. Me actually being &lt;strong&gt;associated&lt;/strong&gt; with him has its perks. I know, I'm bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a very, very small part of me actually wishes that it's true... Too bad it will never happen. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608299-110085961203966410?l=mwahxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/feeds/110085961203966410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8608299&amp;postID=110085961203966410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/110085961203966410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/110085961203966410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/2004/11/ano-va-naman-itech.html' title='Ano va naman itech.'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13335288969653833790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/frgt10_soul99/allie.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608299.post-110059188527559824</id><published>2004-11-16T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T15:58:05.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wohoo.</title><content type='html'>Hay... no classes today because of the &lt;strong&gt;storm&lt;/strong&gt;. Signal no. 2 dito sa Naga... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at around 6:20, quite abruptly actually. Then to my dismay, wala palang pasok. I couldn't go to sleep so I felt so tired all morning. It's a good thing I got to sleep this afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just reread Books I-IV of the &lt;strong&gt;Princess Diaries&lt;/strong&gt;. Aww... Michael is just so sweet... Is there really a guy who's that romantic in this world?? I certainly don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie and I were talking about what presents to get our friends. So far, I have already two, for Riza and Patty. But I'm stumped about what to get the boys though, especially Steven and Ericson... Hmm... what presents do you give to guys anyway? A hat? Help me out here guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608299-110059188527559824?l=mwahxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/feeds/110059188527559824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8608299&amp;postID=110059188527559824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/110059188527559824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/110059188527559824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/2004/11/wohoo.html' title='Wohoo.'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13335288969653833790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/frgt10_soul99/allie.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608299.post-110018193707369737</id><published>2004-11-11T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T22:05:37.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tumigil na rin ang pagtwigidig ng puso ko...</title><content type='html'>Oh my. I am so traumatized by what had just happened. I never believed that I would actually see something like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched game 2 of the Interhigh Championships (SJS vs. UNC) and talo kami, so I went home. I stepped off the jeepney and climbed into the pedicab when I suddenly saw these two or three people who were running around. When my pedicab started to go closer, I saw, to my shock, that one of them had a balisong, and was trying to stab another guy. I felt like I could hardly breathe, color draining out of my face, my heart pounding like a freight train. The longest seconds of my life. I was just so afraid, and the people around me were a blur. All I could think of is, please don't let me die yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. I shouldn't have thought that. But I wonder, if faced with the same situation, what else would you think? A guy with a knife, possibly drunk and mad, is just 2 metres in front of you. HOw could I not think of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I got home safely. The pedicab driver was really nice, and he told me not to be scared anymore, and said not to worry because the guy with the knife wasn't from around here, so I didn't have to fret as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I entered my room, I put down my schoolbag, and said this prayer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, salamat naman at hindi mo ako pinabayaan. Kahit pa reklamo ako nang reklamo tungkol sa buhay, I didn't want it to end that way. Dami ko pang gustong gawin sa buhay. Thank you, and sana naman let that man realize the error of his ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Ekoy after that. I just needed to talk to someone about it. I was really shook up, and I wanted to cry, but I couldn't. He said not to think about it anymore, because it will only make me sad, and said that he was glad I was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew... I don't know how I can sleep soundly tonight. A prayer might help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608299-110018193707369737?l=mwahxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/feeds/110018193707369737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8608299&amp;postID=110018193707369737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/110018193707369737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/110018193707369737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/2004/11/tumigil-na-rin-ang-pagtwigidig-ng-puso.html' title='Tumigil na rin ang pagtwigidig ng puso ko...'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13335288969653833790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/frgt10_soul99/allie.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608299.post-109992298500451780</id><published>2004-11-08T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T22:09:45.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voila.</title><content type='html'>Phew... This has been such a &lt;strong&gt;tiring &lt;/strong&gt;day. I've been doing nothing but &lt;strong&gt;homework&lt;/strong&gt; (well, okay, aside from a 30-minute break to watch &lt;strong&gt;Mulawin&lt;/strong&gt;) and I still haven't finished. I'm researching some stuff right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not enjoying our &lt;strong&gt;glee club &lt;/strong&gt;practices anymore. It's just so taxing. I have to go home &lt;strong&gt;6 pm&lt;/strong&gt; everyday now. And I just feel so... out of touch whenever we're practicing. I don't really like hanging out with... &lt;strong&gt;THEM&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this day was still sort of fun, kasi me and my other book-loving friends started a book club in our class, named &lt;strong&gt;the Silkworms&lt;/strong&gt; (don't ask). We'll have a meeting every Wednesday to exchange books, we get one each per week. We have currently 15 members, including 3 guys - &lt;strong&gt;Steven, Ekoy and Jasper&lt;/strong&gt;. They don't really read that much, but we're hoping we can swing them around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay... &lt;strong&gt;Christmas&lt;/strong&gt; is just around the corner! And I have yet to start having &lt;strong&gt;ipon&lt;/strong&gt;! And I've started making my Christmas list, and I've got &lt;strong&gt;13&lt;/strong&gt; people so far. Sigh... forgive me if I just feel so darn giving during Christmas, because it &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; kind of the &lt;strong&gt;point&lt;/strong&gt; though, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sad to say, I won't be spending Christmas here in dear old &lt;strong&gt;Naga City&lt;/strong&gt;. We'll be going to &lt;strong&gt;Subic&lt;/strong&gt;, because my aunties from abroad are going home, and we wanted to make it special for them. I'm kind of disappointed, because it's just not the same... I want to attend the &lt;strong&gt;simbang gabi&lt;/strong&gt; here in Naga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved our English period kanina, because we got to express our &lt;strong&gt;"creative side"&lt;/strong&gt; when Mme. Bayani asked us to interpret one stanza from the poem &lt;strong&gt;To A Waterfowl&lt;/strong&gt; through drawing. I drew a sunset, with a bird flying in the horizon. It was okay, but alas, I forgot to draw the &lt;strong&gt;reflection&lt;/strong&gt; of the sunset on the water! No wonder it looked kind of weird. My bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, I'm happy that I actually found a link exchange na dating &lt;strong&gt;Nagueno&lt;/strong&gt;! Hi &lt;a href="http://secretsigh.zambovinta.com"&gt;Liz&lt;/a&gt;!! :) I met her at newmaria.com forums.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608299-109992298500451780?l=mwahxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/feeds/109992298500451780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8608299&amp;postID=109992298500451780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/109992298500451780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/109992298500451780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/2004/11/voila.html' title='Voila.'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13335288969653833790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/frgt10_soul99/allie.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608299.post-109956938899871112</id><published>2004-11-04T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T19:56:28.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho hum.</title><content type='html'>Be prepared for the resurrection of our Glee Club. Hehe. Okay, so it was never really gone, but we didn't do much, just sing in mass, until now. We'll be having a "concert" on December. One of the songs we'll be singing is &lt;strong&gt;"Habang May Buhay"&lt;/strong&gt;. A bit common, but... I'm not complaining. It's easier on us sopranos anyway, all we have to do is &lt;strong&gt;hum&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;looloo&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;ooooh&lt;/strong&gt; a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah... I'm kind of frustrated with my layout. It looks so boring compared to other people's layouts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just hate it when you go to these parties where most are adults? They all keep saying, &lt;em&gt;" Ikaw yan Allie?! 3rd year ka na?!" &lt;/em&gt;Bla bla bla. Gag me. I know I look 10 years old when I'm really 15. No need for them to remind me. Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I got reprimanded again by &lt;strong&gt;Mira&lt;/strong&gt;, my Chinese teacher. Notice that I don't call her &lt;strong&gt;Madame&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;Miss&lt;/strong&gt;? I've lost &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; my respect for her that's why. IT's not like she respects &lt;strong&gt;any&lt;/strong&gt; one of us anyway. Today, I was told off (not directly, but still) for crossing my arms while praying. &lt;strong&gt;Hello?!?!&lt;/strong&gt; I think half of the world's population does that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm so happy, because my grades are &lt;strong&gt;slightly&lt;/strong&gt; going up. I saw my results in some of my exams. It's not really that good by anyone elses standards, but for me, it's great. At least it's better than what I expected to have. And to think that only &lt;strong&gt;eleven&lt;/strong&gt; of us passed our exam in Chemistry! Me (80), Stephanie (75), and Ericson (81, hey, he beat me c=) passed, barely. So we were exempted from the text today. We just got to hang out in the library and look at our old yearbooks in kindergarten. I looked like a &lt;strong&gt;dork&lt;/strong&gt;. Then Riza, my classmate, started planning OUR yearbook next year, and we wanted to do this whole prophecy thing when we grow up. I want to be an &lt;strong&gt;architect&lt;/strong&gt; an &lt;strong&gt;interior designer&lt;/strong&gt;. And in her story, me and Ronald, who wants to be an engineer, built a skyscraper that replaced the WTC! Hehe. Highly unlikely, but hey, it's not bad to dream, right? -_~;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608299-109956938899871112?l=mwahxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/feeds/109956938899871112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8608299&amp;postID=109956938899871112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/109956938899871112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/109956938899871112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/2004/11/ho-hum.html' title='Ho hum.'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13335288969653833790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/frgt10_soul99/allie.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608299.post-109920223959552610</id><published>2004-10-31T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T13:57:19.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phooey.</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I'm using BlogThis! from the Google toolbar. Kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot, how do you like the new layout? It's a bit on the boring side really, but I just love Sakura. And haloscan commenting is back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're redecorating me and Zoe's bedroom today. We're repainting our desks to match our color scheme which is lavander, light pink, and mint green. So fun. Feeling "Clean House" man daa ngaya. We're just waiting for the first coat to dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching all the Halloween specials this morning. I'm so happy that we finally have Disney! Took the cable company long enough, didn't they? Now I have all the channels I want! ETC, Lifestyle, Nickelodeon, Disney... everything. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys, please please please visit my writings site, and comment on some of the works there if you can. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jaded.upon-tiptoe.net/weathered"&gt;Plug&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://jaded.upon-tiptoe.net/weathered"&gt;Plug&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://jaded.upon-tiptoe.net/weathered"&gt;Plug&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://jaded.upon-tiptoe.net/weathered"&gt;Plug&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://jaded.upon-tiptoe.net/weathered"&gt;Plug&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://jaded.upon-tiptoe.net/weathered"&gt;Plug&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://jaded.upon-tiptoe.net/weathered"&gt;Plug&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://jaded.upon-tiptoe.net/weathered"&gt;Plug&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://jaded.upon-tiptoe.net/weathered"&gt;Plug&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://jaded.upon-tiptoe.net/weathered"&gt;Plug&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://jaded.upon-tiptoe.net/weathered"&gt;Plug&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608299-109920223959552610?l=mwahxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/feeds/109920223959552610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8608299&amp;postID=109920223959552610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/109920223959552610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/109920223959552610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/2004/10/phooey_31.html' title='Phooey.'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13335288969653833790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/frgt10_soul99/allie.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608299.post-109920147646980401</id><published>2004-10-31T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T13:44:36.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.haloscan.com/" title="HaloScan Commenting and Trackback"&gt;Haloscan&lt;/a&gt; commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608299-109920147646980401?l=mwahxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/feeds/109920147646980401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8608299&amp;postID=109920147646980401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/109920147646980401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/109920147646980401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/2004/10/haloscan-commenting-and-trackback-have_31.html' title=''/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13335288969653833790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/frgt10_soul99/allie.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608299.post-109914559169538608</id><published>2004-10-30T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T22:13:11.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah... you got it, man.</title><content type='html'>I'm so happy! We made up! Finally. Took us a while didn't it? But I couldn't have asked for anything more. I called him to invite him to Lauren's party (more details later) and I grabbed the chance to make up with him. I'll try to recreate the conversation the best way I can. Sorry if it's in Bikol, I'll just put the Tagalog translation so everyone can understand. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Hello?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; Hello?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Hello?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; *silence*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Si Allie ini. ( Si Allie ito.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; Ano? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Umm... haput ko lang kung pwede kang magduman ka Lauren. (Tanong ko lang kung pwede kang pumunta kina Lauren.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; Tano? (Bakit?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Uh... kasi birthday niya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; Dai nya paman daw birthday. (Hindi pa nya birthday.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay fine, party niya lugod (tuloy).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; Sige lugod. Maduman ako. (Sige tuloy, pupunta ako.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Uhm... okay... Uh, Ekoy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; *silence*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; *silent for about one minute*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; *clears his throat*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Um... pwedeng peace na kita (tayo)?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; *mutters something incoherent*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Ha?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; Bako man ako si nagsabi kadtu. (Hindi naman ako nagsabi nun.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Aram ko. (Alam ko.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; Bako man ako. (Hindi naman ako.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Iyo ngani. Sori lugod. (Oo nga. Sori tuloy.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; Sorry rin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; So... basta magduman ka iyo? (Basta pumunta ka dun, ha?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; Oo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Sige, bye bye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; Bye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay... then after that I sat in a daze for a while, unbelieving for a while that I had finally done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it has something to do with what Stephanie said last night. We were talking about the wonders of life, and how we need to make the most of it, stuff like that. It told me that I may never get another chance, so we need to take every opportunity that passes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, needless to say, I had a blast at the party. They are just so much fun to hang out with! We even told ghost stories and everything... which, unfortunately freaked all of us out because Lauren's house happens to be in front of the cemetery! I was so scared in going home that I prayed the Apostles Creed three times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and some of my friends also traded some books (okay, make that 10 books each) to read over the "sem break", if it can be called that. I've only finished two, &lt;strong&gt;Message In A Bottle&lt;/strong&gt;, and damn, I cried my heart out. It was so touching, especially Garett's last letter to Theresa. I've also finished &lt;strong&gt;Where Are You God? It's Me, Margaret&lt;/strong&gt; by Judy Blume. Another very great story. Truly must reads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alam mo,  talagang ganyan ang buhay. Kaya dapat, lahat na gusto o kailangan mo gawin, gawin mo na. Baka wala ka nang ibang chance...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Stephanie, my friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608299-109914559169538608?l=mwahxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/feeds/109914559169538608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8608299&amp;postID=109914559169538608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/109914559169538608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/109914559169538608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/2004/10/yeah-you-got-it-man.html' title='Yeah... you got it, man.'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13335288969653833790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/frgt10_soul99/allie.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608299.post-109905108516614696</id><published>2004-10-29T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T19:58:05.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh... shut up.</title><content type='html'>Hay... back to boring old Blogger template for now. I'm working on a new layout anyway. Sakura. But I couldn't seem to get the alignment of the page up, so I got fed up and decided to use a template muna. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... so I didn't get to call him at all. I chickened out Tuesday night. It's just that... I doubted myself. Call me a coward, but I'm not as sure of myself as people believe I am. And I &lt;strong&gt;AM &lt;/strong&gt;afraid of rejection. So I wasn't sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the next two days were not my fault at all. I was actually psyched and everything to call him. Then... mother of pearl! The phone was dead, mainly because our telephone post caught fire. I couldn't even get to blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that leads me tonight. I have our telephone line back... and again my first challenge reemerges. I'm scared. I'm doubly scared. It's just... what if he doesn't want to talk to me? What if he's actually happy that he's got me off his back? I need motivation, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I don't understand is why the hell &lt;strong&gt;SHE&lt;/strong&gt; hates him. Okay, hate seems a pretty strong word. Dislike him is more like it. But he didn't do anything to her! I should be the one who's mad because I'm the one he "insulted(?)" and yet she's the one who keeps saying bad things about him. And I'm the one keeping quiet. Shouldn't it be the other way around? And how can she even say such things when just two weeks ago, all of us were practically inseparable?! You tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am faced with a decision again. Do I let go of my pride and ego, and just plain talk to him, or do I keep my nose turned up and act as if I don't care about him just to go along with my friend. The first seems the good thing to do, yet it is the hardest. Oh... I don't know anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Lauren's birthday party tomorrow. Maybe that will cheer me up. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I touch the fire and it freezes me... I look into it and it's black... Why can't I feel, my skin should crack and peel.. I want the fire back...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-- Buffy from Once More With Feeling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608299-109905108516614696?l=mwahxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/feeds/109905108516614696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8608299&amp;postID=109905108516614696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/109905108516614696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/109905108516614696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/2004/10/oh-shut-up.html' title='Oh... shut up.'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13335288969653833790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/frgt10_soul99/allie.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608299.post-109869800231985022</id><published>2004-10-25T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T18:03:57.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Badabing badaboom.</title><content type='html'>Okay. No more mister nice guy. Or girl in this case. I'm calling him. Tonight. I need to take some risks to get what I want. I can't just sit around and wait. Judging the size of guys' egos, him especially, it's better if I make the move instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, he texted me last night. At least from what I remember. The number looks familiar. And he's the only one who texts me like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Allie, gudnyt.. :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received this text message last night at around 10:00, after I watched the Stepford Wives. Seems so simple right? But it brought tears to my face. It has been almost two weeks since I received any sort of communication from him. I was just so happy to receive... anything from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks for the comments everyone! Sorry kung walang haloscan, doesn't seem to working properly on my site, I don't know why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly... I'll do what it takes, till I touch the sky...&lt;br /&gt;  - Kelly Clarkson "Breakaway"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608299-109869800231985022?l=mwahxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/feeds/109869800231985022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8608299&amp;postID=109869800231985022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/109869800231985022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/109869800231985022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/2004/10/badabing-badaboom.html' title='Badabing badaboom.'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13335288969653833790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/frgt10_soul99/allie.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608299.post-109858227273904806</id><published>2004-10-24T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T09:44:32.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me do my thing.</title><content type='html'>Have you watched the "secret" episode of Spongebob Squarepants, the one where he wants to learn to fly? I think it was just sooo funny, and I found the songs practically hilarious. And have you noticed that beyond all the jokes and silliness of Spongebob, they actually teach you something about life. That's why even my parents watch it sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you? What cartoon do you love to watch? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided. Makikipag-peace na ako sa kanya. I'm really tired of it na. And all the people around us keep bugging us to make up anyway. And when I think about it... I wasn't really MAD at him for what he did. When my friend first said it, it barely even registered in my brain. But it was like she WANTED me to get mad at him, and kept asking me, "Allie, hindi ka ba nagagalit?" By the afternoon, I was really (100x) pissed off, so there. I got mad. And I blew it all on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm the one who feels guilty. So I guess I'm really the one who needs to make the first move, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm scared. I'm nervous. What if I try to talk to him, and he just ignores me? Sure, I know that he's not really like that, but still... you'll never know right? And I can't exactly shake my best friend off me, because we're like THIS close. It's just that when it comes to this kind of stuff, she's not exactly sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to do this. I think I owe him this much, because I was the one who assumed too much and overreacted in the first place. &lt;strong&gt;I HAVE TO FIND A WAY...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't need a plane to fly, plastic wings will make you cry. Kites are made for windy days, lounger with balloons'll fly away... Inflatable pants... You might as well swim! If you want to fly... all you need... is friendship. Yeah. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-- Spongebob Squarepants&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608299-109858227273904806?l=mwahxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/feeds/109858227273904806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8608299&amp;postID=109858227273904806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/109858227273904806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/109858227273904806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/2004/10/let-me-do-my-thing.html' title='Let me do my thing.'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13335288969653833790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/frgt10_soul99/allie.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608299.post-109834961743518560</id><published>2004-10-21T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T17:06:57.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooh wee.</title><content type='html'>Phew! Am I glad that I'm through with the oral exam in Health! I am just not good in public speaking. But I think I did pretty well, although I kept blabbering about the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, after our exam in FLAA, Mme. Gorubat told about the new ordinance the city passed, prohibiting anyone in school uniform to go loitering around the city. Well, personally, I  think it's kind of unfair, because what if you really need to buy something in the centro, or go there to meet your parents or something? Does that mean everytime after school we need to go home and change our clothes before going back? They said that the police could even put us in jail for six hours. How lame is that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, as usual, we were sermoned about the continuous complaints about us by the teachers. Here are some new complains:&lt;br /&gt;1. We scrutinize their wardrobe and jewelry. This is so not true. Well, except those Barbie shoes of a certain teacher even a blind person can't ignore. :)&lt;br /&gt;2. They said that we put down our Chinese teacher, who is really very poor in English and in ethics. But she starts it! Okay, so sometimes we take things a TAD too far, but she provokes us all the other times. She also holds a grudge against some of my classmates, including me.&lt;br /&gt;3. We don't study. Okay... 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta... argh... I accept some of the things she said... but other things I disagreed on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Sarah and Ekoy and some other of my classmates went to Universidad De Sta. Isabel for a mission expo thingy. I'm on the phone with Sarah now, and she said it was majorly boring. But USI is an exclusive school for girls, and well Ekoy... let's say he's popular with the girls. Uh oh... But he was wearing MY batch shirt, the one with the name ALLIE on the back. That counts for something, right? Right? ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608299-109834961743518560?l=mwahxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/feeds/109834961743518560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8608299&amp;postID=109834961743518560' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/109834961743518560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/109834961743518560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/2004/10/ooh-wee.html' title='Ooh wee.'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13335288969653833790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/frgt10_soul99/allie.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608299.post-109826078580209758</id><published>2004-10-20T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T21:31:04.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pagod na ako!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;EDIT: Okay, so I couldn't wait to edit the blog. I just hated the premade template. Anyway, it's a recycled one actually, from my old blog site. I just like it so much kasi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay... this day was exhausting!! We had three exams, Social Studies, Religion, and Filipino. They were quite easy compare, pero talagang nakakapagod maganswer. If exams weren't 30% of our grade, I would have just slept through the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not all that I'm tired of. I'm really tired of the whole not-talking-to-each-other thing! It's just frustrating. I have so many things I want to say to him eh. Gusto ko makipagkwentuhan ng Mulawin. Gusto ko sabay na ulit kami maglakad papunta sa sundo namin. Gusto ko... ewan. I don't know what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks pala, Chette about createblog.com. I'll check it out once exams are through. And sorry for the mixup, Ishia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608299-109826078580209758?l=mwahxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/feeds/109826078580209758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8608299&amp;postID=109826078580209758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/109826078580209758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/109826078580209758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/2004/10/pagod-na-ako.html' title='Pagod na ako!'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13335288969653833790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/frgt10_soul99/allie.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608299.post-109817480694669421</id><published>2004-10-19T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T16:33:26.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yipdeedoo. </title><content type='html'>Hay... 4 exams down, still 7 more to go. Honestly. But I think it went okay in Business math. But in English, gosh, it was so hard! I think it’s safe to say that I failed that one. And to think that I have NEVER had a failing grade in English. It’s the one subject that I’m good at. Up to now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well… our friendship, or lack of it, has improved by 0.05%. When I got stuck on my seat because my bag had gone kablooey with me, he helped me. But still no talking. Man, if it takes this long for us to be friends again… I just don’t know what I will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, still gotta go study in Social Studies. Renaissance. What a drag  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608299-109817480694669421?l=mwahxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/feeds/109817480694669421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8608299&amp;postID=109817480694669421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/109817480694669421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/109817480694669421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/2004/10/yipdeedoo_19.html' title='Yipdeedoo. '/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13335288969653833790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/frgt10_soul99/allie.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608299.post-109808126065557698</id><published>2004-10-18T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T14:49:16.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wehehehe...</title><content type='html'>Hay naku. I think I must have made around 20 template changes. I couldn't find one with just the right font size. So sue me, tamad ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How pathetic am I? I couldn't concentrate kahapon while studying, and I even managed to make lists, one of them listing 50 reasons why I miss HIM. Ugh... how utterly pathetic of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, our first day of exams has passed. Geometry? Ugh, not good. As usual, I didn't finish it. Chemistry was a bit better, although I didn't do as well as I hoped I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this afternoon, study pa rin.  Just waiting for Stephanie now. Life sucks. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608299-109808126065557698?l=mwahxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/feeds/109808126065557698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8608299&amp;postID=109808126065557698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/109808126065557698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/109808126065557698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/2004/10/wehehehe.html' title='Wehehehe...'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13335288969653833790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/frgt10_soul99/allie.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608299.post-109784907543825967</id><published>2004-10-17T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T10:36:04.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And so the war continues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;EDIT:&lt;/strong&gt; I changed the template. Wala lang. Yung isa kasi too dark. Depressed na nga ako, dilim pa ng layout ko. Needed something fresher. Pano ba maglagay ng sariling template and layout? &lt;strong&gt;/EDIT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay... the Ekoy-Allie battle rages on... Okay, so it's not really a battle. More of a non-pansinan kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it turns out I wasn't imagining it. He really did do something. Imagine, talking about me behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get ticked off because he called me THAT. Well, maybe partly, because I don't take criticism well. I care too much about my image. But just the fact that he did talk about me behind my back, was enough to hurt me beyong words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't even know that he hurt me. He only found out when I refused to talk to him yesterday afternoon. Man... I am so... angry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet... I miss him. I want everything back to normal again. I just wish they never told me about it. I didn't want to know. And like they say, what you don't know won't hurt ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanina nga tumawag pa mom nya at around 9:30 , looking for him, because he hadn't come home yet. And for the first time, I didn't have a clue. Darn. Tadhana nga talaga ano?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what? I miss him na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608299-109784907543825967?l=mwahxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/feeds/109784907543825967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8608299&amp;postID=109784907543825967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/109784907543825967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/109784907543825967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/2004/10/and-so-war-continues.html' title='And so the war continues...'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13335288969653833790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/frgt10_soul99/allie.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608299.post-109766471042479748</id><published>2004-10-13T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T18:54:12.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talaga naman nga oh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LISTENING TO: Fountains of Wayne - Stacy's Mom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEARING: a white shirt and my 2nd year dance squad bottoms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EATING: mini pizzas&lt;br /&gt;DRINKING: Pink Lemonade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Buhay nga naman talaga noh. One minute, you feel like you're walking on air. Next thing you know, boom! You fall down flat on your butt. That seems to be the only way to describe what has happened today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was raving a few days ago about how much I loooove my barkada, how close we are. Well, it seems that I jinxed the whole thing. I don't know why we fell apart so fast. I just can't believe it. I'm not sure how it happened, but I have been getting weird vibes from Ekoy since yesterday afternoon. Stephanie and I were looking for him because we were planning to have my music book photocopied. When we saw him and called out to him, he acted like he didn't even know us. But I thought there really wasn't anything out of the ordinary. I just thought he was in a hurry and didn't really see us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So this morning, I expected the usual Mulawin raving and chit chat between us two. I arrived at school a bit early, and he wasn't there yet. When he arrived, instead of the "Hi Allie, Hello Ekoy" thing we have gotten accustomed to, nothing. Nothing at all. Not a glance. Not even a ghost of a smile. And I wondered, What the heck did I just do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alam ko basta wala naman siyang nagawa sa akin. I didn't even know what was going on. And I certainly don't remember doing anything to make him act so hostile around me. What the hell just happened?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This afternoon, me and Stephanie were walking towards sa sundo ko, and we saw him in his schoolbus. I stared at him, and he looked back at me. But I didn't like what I saw. I saw someone who wasn't Ekoy. Who wasn't the guy I had such fun with the last few weeks. There was no warmth in his eyes. That was certainly not OUR Ekoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i know it's his choice naman if he suddenly doesn't want to jam with us anymore. I can certainly understand that, especially from him, a guy. I'm surprised he even lasted that long with us. But what I don't understand is why suddenly, out of the blue, na parang wala na kaming pinagsamahan. Sure, it was just for two lousy months... but they sure were the happiest two months of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For the most part nanghihinayang ako. All that friendship, laughs and pointless conversation. Then parang nawala lang ng parang bula. All I can hope for now is that... well... he, and we for that matter, realize what we're really doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But if he decides na ayaw na nya talagang sumama sa amin, it's okay with me. It's more than okay with me really, because at least alam kong may reason. I just hope he doesn't go back to his old barkada, the one with all the bad influences, because that's what we were trying to save him from in the first place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I pray to God that this isn't true, that this all just a misunderstanding. But if it's not, then well... good luck nalang. To both of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608299-109766471042479748?l=mwahxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/feeds/109766471042479748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8608299&amp;postID=109766471042479748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/109766471042479748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/109766471042479748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/2004/10/talaga-naman-nga-oh.html' title='Talaga naman nga oh...'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13335288969653833790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/frgt10_soul99/allie.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608299.post-109749427549834814</id><published>2004-10-11T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T19:48:18.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hay... buhay...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;LISTENING TO: Ryan Cabrera - On The Way Down :p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEARING: my bro's old jogging pants, a white swim meet shirt, and Ekoy's jersey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EATING: Barquillos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DRINKING: Tang Pomelo Juice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aah... my grades are slipping yet again. I got a shocker of a 76 in English, a more shocker of a 74 in Business Math, and 84 in Geometry. I hate myself. Ever since I stepped into the high school department... my grades aren't as good. I'm too pressured, and at the same time, kind of preoccupied with other things. I have to get my act together. Fast. Before it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of disappointed dun sa grade ko sa English assignment. I only got a +2, while the highest grade given was +3. My work was a bit incomplete kasi. And I already spent all day yesterday making it. And Ekoy and Lauren went over to make their assignments. But we really didn't get much work done, too much kwento. So I asked Ekoy to take home my notebook and finish the few lines that I didn't write. Big advantage that we have the same writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My writing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://jaded.upon-tiptoe.net/sulatko.gif" width=100&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His writing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://jaded.upon-tiptoe.net/sulatnya.gif" width=100&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obssessed much? ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In homeroom period, we discussed about being aggressive and assertive. These two are actually very different. Assertiveness is setting limitations, but still being flexible. I actually find it quite hard to be assertive, so I am sometimes a pushover, especially to my "powerful" classmates, but thanks to my friends' help, I think I'm getting around that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exams are coming up next week, so my parentals will probably start pestering me about studying. As usual. Oh, how fun it is to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608299-109749427549834814?l=mwahxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/feeds/109749427549834814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8608299&amp;postID=109749427549834814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/109749427549834814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/109749427549834814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/2004/10/hay-buhay.html' title='Hay... buhay...'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13335288969653833790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/frgt10_soul99/allie.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608299.post-109732065490344386</id><published>2004-10-09T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T19:38:55.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Si Nanay may sinabit sa bahay...</title><content type='html'>Oh man... I was note expecting at all na ganun yung movie. It was waaaaay scarier than I imagined. Okay, so not exactly scary. Nakakagulat! These dead thingies come out when you least expect it. I was so freaked out! Katawa rin lang dahil dun sa beginnind, halatang halata na ineendorse ni Kris ang Chunkee Corn Beef.  But on the plus side, katabi ko SIYA, so I kinda took advantage of the thing. Go figure. Ooh... bad Allie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero ang daming tao! There was hardly any seats left. We even had to sit on the floor for about half the movie. But it was totally worth it. Sabi ko nga... we should do it more often, you know, go movie-watching. Total bonding sa amin eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love my barkada! Kahit pa minsan medyo insecure ako. We really have a different personalities. Hindi kami yung parang clique, or factionalized as my teacher said. Well, asid from the fact na lahat kami cute. Bwehehe. But ibang-iba talaga kami. Parang magkakapatid na nga turingan namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sarah. The popular one. Famous. Sometimes infamous. Knows loads of people.&lt;br /&gt;2. Stephanie. The weird one. Everyone used to kind of dislike her. But it was that quality that made us befriend her. Then we realized she wasn't SO bad. Still bearable. :)&lt;br /&gt;3. Lauren. The computer addict and techie. She is a bit on the quiet side, but is really nice.&lt;br /&gt;4. Me, Allie. I'm also a bit popular, but not for the same reason. I'm the smart one in the group. Honor student, all that. I'm more of the mysterious one...&lt;br /&gt;5. Ekoy. Okay, he's kind of a new one in our barkada. But we're just psyched that we actually have a guy in our midst. And I... really (100x) like him. Plus he's cute. As in. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;6. Faye. Not really an official part, because she kind of sways back and forth b/w us and her other group. But she's the frank one. Really tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even made this kind of dare, that during the Christmas party, we would wear these totally themed outfits.&lt;br /&gt;+ Stephanie - all camoflauge (did I spell it right?)&lt;br /&gt;+ Me - All plaid&lt;br /&gt;+ Lauren - All stripes&lt;br /&gt;+ Sarah - All flowery&lt;br /&gt;+ Faye - All polka dots&lt;br /&gt;+ Ekoy - A combination of everyone's theme&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of cool, don't you think so? Enjuyun. We'll have our pictures taken, so you guys -- the few people who actually read this blog of mine, can see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta stop now. Still have loads to do. Darn English literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608299-109732065490344386?l=mwahxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/feeds/109732065490344386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8608299&amp;postID=109732065490344386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/109732065490344386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/109732065490344386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/2004/10/si-nanay-may-sinabit-sa-bahay.html' title='Si Nanay may sinabit sa bahay...'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13335288969653833790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/frgt10_soul99/allie.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608299.post-109713404808170217</id><published>2004-10-07T15:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T21:12:42.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickness sucks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT:&lt;/strong&gt;Before I forget, please check out the quote of the day at the sidebar everytime I have a new post. And maybe you could make suggestions on what else I could put.&lt;/edit&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aah. I'm going crazy here. It's raining cats and dogs outside, and I have a cold that seems to have gotten worse for the past couple of days. I even had to stay home this afternoon. What I would give for me to breathe normally again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I sit here in front of the computer, coughing, sneezing, nose running and all that, I wonder what &lt;strong&gt;they're&lt;/strong&gt; doing back at school. Do they even notice I'm gone? Do they even think: Kumusta na kaya si Allie? Or are they just going about their stuff like it's a normal day. I hate getting absent. I hate it when I come back the next day, and can't relate to some things they're saying. And I don't like special tests. Why bother? They deduct 20% from your grade anyway. Even if I acd the quiz, and get 100%, I'll only get 80%.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Manonood nalang tuloy akong tv. Maybe there's something good on ETC. Wohoo. What fun I'm gonna have.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608299-109713404808170217?l=mwahxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/feeds/109713404808170217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8608299&amp;postID=109713404808170217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/109713404808170217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/109713404808170217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/2004/10/sickness-sucks.html' title='Sickness sucks.'/><author><name>Allie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13335288969653833790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://geocities.com/frgt10_soul99/allie.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608299.post-109706209435334840</id><published>2004-10-06T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T15:30:58.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn... </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I know I shouldn't. I just hate myself. Just think of it, me getting jealous, &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alam ko namang barkada kami.&lt;/em&gt; It's just that... well... I guess it's my fault. I never told her that I liked him, and she's my absolute bestest friend. Now he's in our barkada. I was so happy when he decided to join in with us. And I know that he kinda likes me too. He told me so himself... I think. But now... I'm not so sure anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't want to badmouth my best friendor anything, because I do love her. Pero feeling ko, sinasarili niya na siya eh... She doesn't even notice me much anymore. It's like, just like that, &lt;em&gt;napalitan na ako&lt;/em&gt;. Whenever &lt;em&gt;magkasama kaming tatlo&lt;/em&gt;, I feel so left out. I've never been the third wheel before. But now I know. Being the third wheel SUCKS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I KNOW she doesn't like him. I'm 100% positive. They're just friends. It's just... well... &lt;em&gt;selosa nga talaga ako.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe I'm overreacting. Or maybe I'm craving attention. Which is a bit weird, considering I get all the attention at home, just the wrong kind. Lahat nalang na mali ko nakikita. Everything I DO seems to be wrong. And what I'm doing is just the same thing as everybody else! My mom is just so strict! I wish daddy was back home. 2 days pa... Phew. Seems like a century.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tama na nga ang rant. Depressing naman. First post ko pa naman. For those who read my old blog, I will no longer be updating it, because I'm really really lazy to update manual blogs because it takes up much of my time. That way I can concentrate on my "under construction" projects. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8608299-109706209435334840?l=mwahxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/feeds/109706209435334840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8608299&amp;postID=109706209435334840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/109706209435334840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8608299/posts/default/109706209435334840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mwahxx.blogspot.com/2004/10/damn.html' title='damn... 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