<?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-8921449138064435851</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:06:44.096+08:00</updated><category term='mood'/><category term='college life busy personal rants'/><category term='lori fanfiction schoolbreak'/><category term='demoralization exultation'/><category term='school accident'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='poem love positive'/><category term='crap doing college'/><category term='chucks dusk images'/><category term='accident anxiety drive'/><category term='christmas break busybody haha'/><category term='college turbulence'/><category term='exams busy college'/><category term='mothers may philippine election'/><category term='thoughts for the day'/><category term='kids school dvd-9'/><category term='hectic chaos college'/><category term='greetings college'/><category term='guys college volleyball juventus'/><category term='personal random thoughts lent'/><category term='drama queen'/><category term='social awareness'/><category term='goodbye moving thoughts'/><category term='class misadventure'/><category term='rights education filipino'/><category term='contemplation'/><category term='job crime expo trip college'/><title type='text'>Chronicles of Oddity</title><subtitle type='html'>Hello there. :) Well, this is my little space where I can just vent, rant, or whatever. No need for much profundity here; but if you're me, then there's definitely major profundity going. If you don't like this blog, then what the heck are you doing here?! LOL. Hehe. Take care, people! :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890976078232044599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921449138064435851.post-848886790646414292</id><published>2007-08-25T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T12:02:58.324+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts for the day'/><title type='text'>in medias res</title><content type='html'>i am slacking off. because of body pains. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang saklap ng grade ko sa 1st theo long exam. huhu. sana mas nag-aral ako dun sa 2nd. oh, well. why am i not religious?! (-_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've been having a LOT of free cuts lately. :) i hope my lit prof gets better soon. huhu. i miss her classes. the only subject i haven't had a free cut is western histo. bummer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beowulf is giving me a headache. i want to get over it, and read Inferno already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're off to building houses next saturday for Gawad Kalinga because the kids at House of Refuge need to attend make-up classes for the ones suspended. aw. hopefully, it'll be fun. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;french is turning out to be a very fun subject and probably the only one i'm getting a high grade at as of the moment. *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. i want to get rid of our dog already. don't get me wrong, i have nothing against dogs.. OUR dog however is freaking me out, plus the maintenance is heavy on the effort factor, even more so now because he's bigger but seems to constantly crave for attention and playtime; and lotsa and lotsa food.. which is a bad thing because no one's really at home nowadays. most of us get home about 6pm. ::sigh:: poor Nuggets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have nothing to wear, and no gift for Steffie. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my sister's goddaughter - sophie. ang kulit. ^_^ kaso may pasok ako plus practice this weekend so di ko siya maabutan sa bahay. aw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921449138064435851-848886790646414292?l=gopsychedelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/feeds/848886790646414292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921449138064435851&amp;postID=848886790646414292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/848886790646414292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/848886790646414292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/2007/08/in-medias-res.html' title='in medias res'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890976078232044599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921449138064435851.post-2705171015494395460</id><published>2007-08-14T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T16:46:01.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lean, Mean Venting Machine</title><content type='html'>It's Aaallliiiiive! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "it," being me, or this blog. Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An update! Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ano bang meron? o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the fact that being a Lit (Eng) major in AdMU has killed my social life, nothing much. ::rolls on the floor and dies:: Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouf. (French for "Whew." hehe.) We had to read The 24 books of The Iliad, The Oresteia, and now the Aeneid (na according to Madame Vilches is pronounced as "eyniyed.") We're moving on to Beowulf and Tales... and I am boring you with all these facts, but bear with me. LOL. Did I mention they're all in verse forms? Hmm, saya noh? Hahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, joking aside, I really am enjoying Lit class. ^_^ Eventhough I get confused and lost, close reading of literary texts has always been very appealing to me. Oh, diba, san ka pa?! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days have really fast-paced these days. Dunno why. What with all the lectures, tests, papers, and practices for outside stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this thing last weekend where our neighbor who's a neighborhood official kept hounding us with demands of vote registration (me, my sister and brother). It was so frustrating, and just added to the list of things I had to finish. Argh. But it didn't pull through though, which is more frustrating because I prepared my ID, and filled out the forms and other stuff. I knew my brother and sister were busy with work, but the least they could do was properly say if they were going to be able to go or not. Le sigh. Anyway, now our neighbor official's probably pissed coz we bailed but no can do since we already did it. Wonder if I should talk to her personnally about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE is killing me... My knees hurt all the time, my whole body actually. Didn't know it was gonna be that hard. Waaaah.. It's fun though, so I guess it's Ok. I canNOT believe I failed the midterms. I got a 33 over 50, but the passing was 37, so my day didn't exactly start right. This probably the end of my A-Grade-PE career. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My busiest subject is probably LIT 126.1 and TH121. We've been spending a lot of time in the Theo dept consulting with our prof regarding the group project, we're turning into Theo majors. No kidding. I had to cut one 1 and 1/2 hour class of History just to consult with the group, which turned out not to be required. Not to mention the fact that I ran into my prof BEFORE the class I was about to cut. Hahaha! I can't believe I'm actually reading The Bible now, plus appreciating movies like The Exorcist and the Exorcism of Emily Rose. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this project in HI18 (Western History) wherein we had to act out Renaissance paintings our prof gave us, and he showed us the combined outcome of all the groups today. ROFL. They were great! Imagine nudity, improvised diapers, big bodies, funny faces, and superimposed pictures all in one presentation. Fun. ^_^ He said we all aced it. Weee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las week was Hell Week for us, so now's a time to relax before another week of suffering comes in. Thanks to the typhoon, at least one day was cancelled. That was weird actually. Last Wednesday when we had the worst weather, classes were all abound but the next day when classes were suspended, the weather was just right. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, grabe. Nagpractice kami nung blockmate ko para sa cotillon ng debut ng isa ko pang blockmate/friend - ang HIRAP ng steps. Hahaha! Kasi imbes na traditional, ginawang modernized - may ballet, street, jazz, tska partner-thing na kasama. Basta ang slow ko ma-pick-up, buti na lang nalaman ko agad, at least we have time to practice. Nalilito na ko sa steps ko sa PE tska sa debut. LOL. Sana lang mabuhat ako ng maayos ng kung sinuman tlga magiging partner ko. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, natapos ko na ung Heroes! Yey! Criminal Minds naman ngaun, kaso wala pa kami mahanap na maayos na kopya. Grabe, tagal ko na di nakanood ng sine. Sino ba may DVD diyan ng HP 5? Can I borrow it? Pretty please? ^__^ hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technology HATES me! T_T Waaaaaah! I've lost my phone, now we've lost our PC monitor! NOOOOOO! Huhuhu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921449138064435851-2705171015494395460?l=gopsychedelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/feeds/2705171015494395460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921449138064435851&amp;postID=2705171015494395460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/2705171015494395460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/2705171015494395460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/2007/08/lean-mean-venting-machine.html' title='Lean, Mean Venting Machine'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890976078232044599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921449138064435851.post-922839718114142675</id><published>2007-06-25T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:35:05.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodbye moving thoughts'/><title type='text'>Au Revoir</title><content type='html'>Well. It's been a really LONG time since I posted here. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, this may be the last post I'll be doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe. For now. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been busy, as usual. And I've decided to move a new site, which I think I like better at the moment. Just wanted to formally bid my Blogger account farewell. Adieu. Au Revoir. See you... ::sniffsniff:: (LOL.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been good. Not leaving without making it even better. Hehe. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/Rn6ju7mt6JI/AAAAAAAAAGg/hCQUoao09Bc/s1600-h/4-cute-puppies-wallpaper-640x480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/Rn6ju7mt6JI/AAAAAAAAAGg/hCQUoao09Bc/s200/4-cute-puppies-wallpaper-640x480.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079677456389892242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/Rn6ju7mt6KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/G5PWbrrw_z4/s1600-h/j0422102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/Rn6ju7mt6KI/AAAAAAAAAGo/G5PWbrrw_z4/s200/j0422102.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079677456389892258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/Rn6jvLmt6LI/AAAAAAAAAGw/i5YzghDRNSY/s1600-h/tired-dog-wallpaper+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/Rn6jvLmt6LI/AAAAAAAAAGw/i5YzghDRNSY/s200/tired-dog-wallpaper+small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079677460684859570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell for Now PicSpam. Hahahaha. :p (disclaimer: the pictures are not mine. 'nuff said.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be concentrating more on other things and sites. Heehee. My Multiply, my Wordpress, and of course, School. Forget Friendster. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::wavesandhugs:: :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921449138064435851-922839718114142675?l=gopsychedelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/feeds/922839718114142675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921449138064435851&amp;postID=922839718114142675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/922839718114142675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/922839718114142675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/2007/06/au-revoir.html' title='Au Revoir'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890976078232044599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/Rn6ju7mt6JI/AAAAAAAAAGg/hCQUoao09Bc/s72-c/4-cute-puppies-wallpaper-640x480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921449138064435851.post-3425104114024137564</id><published>2007-05-14T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:35:06.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothers may philippine election'/><title type='text'>Ma-May random updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RkdaeVauFfI/AAAAAAAAAGA/LPIw1_Z8l1I/s1600-h/quill3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RkdaeVauFfI/AAAAAAAAAGA/LPIw1_Z8l1I/s320/quill3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064115783193204210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's day! (well, i'm a bit late since it's about 2am already of may 14, but what the heck. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good day today. had a slow start, but everything turned out fine. i forgot to greet my mom happy mother's day the moment i first saw her today (i mean yesterday.. hee.), and only remembered while we were eating breakfast! (i was last to sit down - overslept - it's a sunday, people. =p) nyerk. i felt a bit guilty, and to think we didn't even buy her a card! and she cooked and prepared breakfast while we all slept in! aw.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was thinking of buying her a something, but didn't have any money, so imagine my sweet surprise when my older sister sidetracked me and told me to find an excuse so we could go out and buy cake and stuff. she'd share the expense with my brother, she said. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's what we did. we bought a big choco mousse cake and and one big bilao of palabok pansit at red ribbon. and my mom had no idea. heehee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were lots of people at the store, btw. but not as much as we expected. anywayz, we wanted something written on the icing, but there were just too many people ordering, the store decided to devise a plan of just giving away mother's day cards together with the cake. it was cute. wasn't able to take a pic of the card, but we wrote something like this: Big Mama, happy mother's day! from The Children. we heart you! hehe. - LOL, it's an inside joke, we kept laughing the whole time. hehehe. ;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my mom, being the sweetie that she is, gave some to my titas and neighbors. hahaha! it's what she does whenever there's lots of food, especially at our vicinity. my friends who've been at our place will get it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the national elections is coming up. later today. and i'm thinking this will be one "uneventful" election. i HOPE. one thing i'm sure of is chiz escudero, loren legarda, and manny villar will win. if they don't, then the election is one big effing joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found out LOTS of things about other people's lives today which were very.. informative.. for lack of a better word. about celebrities and "celebrities" alike. life is so weird. or maybe it's just me. hahaha, it's just me. ^_^ peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go to wordpress, but i have yet to find the time to register and stuff. plus i'm still trying to remember my forgotten password at aisis online or i'll never be able to enlist for my course subjects online.. NOOOOOOO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've made an official email now, for professional matters and school stuff. it has my name on it. ang corny, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the oldest mother i actually personally know is only 78+ yrs old (not sure if she's over 80) and we call her "Mader" (with a fast and hard pronunciation) but we can also call her "Lola Miding." - a neighbor of ours who goes WAY BACK with our family, in my mom's teenage years. hee. she said she's getting impatient at my brother and sister for not getting married sooner and producing grandchildren. LOL. and she's not getting any younger. ahaha! i hadn't even known her until six years ago, i think, and before we were formally introduced, she came up to me on the street and hugged me to death and kissed me all over my face, rambling about how we grew so fast. seriously. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is getting way too long, even if i do want to write more. guess i'll update again soon. i am still addicted to "heroes" and "television without pity" website. i'm so disappointed at prisonbreak and grey's anatomy. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just found out that kenot sy, one of my blockmates, who's soon going to be a former blockmate, is officially migrating to new zealand and will probably go to Auckland University - number 46 on the top 500 universities list, AdMU's 484. and he's going without even giving me the printed photo he said he'd give.. &gt;_&lt; bummer. hahaha, i kid. i wish him the best of luck and hope he makes the experience worthwhile. tama ung sinabi ng friend niya sa multiply, mababawasan na ng isang fafa ang pilipinas! hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. this is uneditedd for grammatical errors. because it's 2 am, thank you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921449138064435851-3425104114024137564?l=gopsychedelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/feeds/3425104114024137564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921449138064435851&amp;postID=3425104114024137564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/3425104114024137564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/3425104114024137564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/2007/05/ma-may-random-updates.html' title='Ma-May random updates'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890976078232044599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RkdaeVauFfI/AAAAAAAAAGA/LPIw1_Z8l1I/s72-c/quill3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921449138064435851.post-6392873775883293146</id><published>2007-04-27T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:35:06.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemplation'/><title type='text'>"weder-weder lang iyan"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RjHXw1auFdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/otYguY-0Sls/s1600-h/pirates_banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RjHXw1auFdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/otYguY-0Sls/s200/pirates_banner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058061090486621650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is so effing HOT (as in HOT with all caps, not just simply hot. grrr) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so EFFING HOT your vision starts including those waves when you look at things that are at a distance. You won't experience NOT sweating in a day (unless of course you're filthy rich and you have air conditioning at every room in your house). There would be no choice of clothing except for thin ones and strappy ones. T_T It's really really really hot.. ::sob::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, enough about the weather. What i feel like writing right now is... Nothing (yeah right, let's see shall we?). I dunno, just not in the mood to use the internet anymore I guess (which I thought I would never say - wait - are those pigs flying?! haha..) I haven't updated much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the good news is: I PASSED everything! ^_^ Yey! I was so nervouse, no, scrath that, I was EXTREMELY nervous, when I was on my way to AdMU to get my grades. I kept picturing myself taking two additional classes instead of just Math, and I almost fainted (LOL.) hehe. I was a bit surprised at my grades actually, coz I was expecting some to be lower than what I got, which all in all was a pleasant surprise. :) It was worth all my sleepless nights and strained eyes. haha! Hmmm, was surprised to get a B in Botany Lab. Now, if only I got that grade too for Botany Lec. (haha, libre mangarap!) At least I got a C! I was praying for a D actually, instead of an F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, due to the surprisingly pleasing event, I have now vowed to focus purely on my studies and make all my parents' headaches worth every penny. heehee. I was a bit peeved during first year, as I thought I was making all the hard work required and wasn't getting the grade I think I deserved - what with all the things I had to worry about and do aside from schoolwork. Now I've learned what I should have known ages ago... :) I guess what I was just doing before was whining, and not really doing the work I &lt;strong&gt;should &lt;/strong&gt; be doing, in exchange for all the effort the people I value around me were doing for me. (aww, ::sniff::sniff:: LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at myself now, and it feels so weird that I'm actually writing a blog. In high school, I was just plain jane, an ignoramus - no desire for gadgets, no desire for blogging, real clothes, or whatever stuff most teens my age were raving about... I just did whatever was an available thing to do.. and I actually &lt;em&gt;liked &lt;/em&gt;it. Entering college changed my perspective a bit, because it was like I was surrounded by people who... were different than what i was used to.. not just because they were people I didn't know, but because they were people who were... who had different perspectives. :) It was &lt;em&gt;refreshing&lt;/em&gt;, and it was &lt;em&gt;enlightening &lt;/em&gt;- although I only got to the enlightening part later on... heehee, at least I got there, no? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to update my blog now once a month (wonder if that'll work?). I'll be looking AT OTHER blogs, but not mine. Hehe. Maybe I'll transfer to wordpress.com. The blogs there seem to be more creative.. Hmmm.. that's my plan anyway. But I'll only see in May if it does work. So then I don't have to make numerous blogs here in Blogger. That one blog can contain all the links I want and the stuff I want to write about - like movies and books and social awareness. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently writing fanfiction (again! LOL. The last time was a disaster!) and I think I have a clearer picture of what I want to write. I just want to finish that before Book 7 of HP comes out, or I'll probably stop the whole thing; because my characters are all based from that. I'm currently addicted to &lt;em&gt;Heroes &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Amercian Idol&lt;/em&gt;. But who isn't, really? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I activated my AISIS account ages ago for online enlistment, but now I find that I can NOT remember my password. Bummer. (-_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: The picture of Keira Knightly is a copyright of her and Warner Brothers. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy summer, everyone!^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921449138064435851-6392873775883293146?l=gopsychedelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/feeds/6392873775883293146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921449138064435851&amp;postID=6392873775883293146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/6392873775883293146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/6392873775883293146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/2007/04/weder-weder-lang-iyan.html' title='&quot;weder-weder lang iyan&quot;'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890976078232044599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RjHXw1auFdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/otYguY-0Sls/s72-c/pirates_banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921449138064435851.post-5972240009640510428</id><published>2007-04-11T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:35:06.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh out of the bucket...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RhxmeAwUSfI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nRozbTj-4k4/s1600-h/gr0up1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RhxmeAwUSfI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nRozbTj-4k4/s320/gr0up1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052025547787618802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, I had to chaperone these kids while watching Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2 - which i thought was like the first movie, with real people, instead of animation stuff. Pfft. It was OK, not bad, but i ended up enjoying the trailers more than the movie. LOL. we bought 2 buckets of popcorn but only ended up eating half of both, so one of 'em kids ended up taking the popcorn home (i &lt;strong&gt;really really &lt;/strong&gt;wanted to eat all of it, but i was in the presence of four barely teenagers so i had to control myself.. haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to be one big group of tweeners and they were going to go swimming in a hotel, but the venue got booked so mom decided on a movie.. the problem was most of the people who said were going decided to back out when one minnie-biatch found out she wasn't invited and called all the others to back out too.. tsk, tsk, tsk.. their loss.. :) it just proves SJA's not getting better for my younger (not little, coz i'm the little one.. haha) sis. well, she's transferring school next year so good for her. wish it didn't have to be that way though, more's the pity. parang puro na lang intriga and boys pinagkakaabalahan ng mga estudyante (specifically their batch), and to think they aren't even in high school yet. the commencement exercises for the elementary department was.. boring, to say the least. i mean, come on! the speaker was supposed to &lt;em&gt;inspire &lt;/em&gt;the kids entering high school, not talk about &lt;em&gt;herself &lt;/em&gt;and how she studied in SJA, we all know that already! sheesh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be getting my grades tomorrow... i'm hoping nikki'll come with me to AdMU but that's still not confirmed. talked to her on the phone and stuff, t'was great. ^_^ naghasik na naman siya ng lagim nung pumunta sila ng barkada sa binangonan! LOL! for more info on the "explosive" event, check out &lt;a href="http://rootcrops.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alamat na may Lamat&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Felisa: I miss you too!!! :) i'm missing your long blog entries, haha. community service here in the Philippines.. hmmm.. i was thinking of that, but i remembered i was going to do that for school next sem so i scratched it. i was leaning on maybe regular summer job stuff, like in a fastfood place or something or something near the vicinity of our house :) - but what i really want is to be a freelance writer - dunno how's that gonna happen though. ^_~ enjoy spring break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing nothing but eat, sleep, clean, and watch Grey's Anatomy in DVD. LOL. i &lt;em&gt;want &lt;/em&gt;a summer job. i &lt;em&gt;need &lt;/em&gt;a summer job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking of making another blog, just to write about the movies i watch and the books i read - basically just for forms of entertainment. :) hope it works. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edit&lt;/strong&gt;: I just saw Hilary Swank in the background of the pic. feeling close kaya sumingit siya.. haha! =p my sister saw my blog. NOOOOOOOO!!! i wanna watch The Reaping.. (-_-);&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921449138064435851-5972240009640510428?l=gopsychedelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/feeds/5972240009640510428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921449138064435851&amp;postID=5972240009640510428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/5972240009640510428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/5972240009640510428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/2007/04/fresh-out-of-bucket.html' title='Fresh out of the bucket...'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890976078232044599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RhxmeAwUSfI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nRozbTj-4k4/s72-c/gr0up1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921449138064435851.post-1703706068276589016</id><published>2007-04-05T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T21:20:00.711+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal random thoughts lent'/><title type='text'>Summer: Part Two - Lenten Season</title><content type='html'>Yeah... It's Holy Week once again.. :) one of my favorite occasions. I like the peace, the quiet, the songs, the chants, the churches, Visita Iglesia, and everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did that today btw, Visita Iglesia - went to 9 churches straight and prayed a lot. Hehe. Took some pics of the church but haven't got time to upload them yet, plus the pics of the four tweeners i chaperoned last Saturday in Promenade to watch TMNT. They're so cute. ^_~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't really be blogging, as Lent is a time for contemplation and deprivation, but i thought LOTS of people are going to Bora and beaches and resorts, so I think blogging is a minor thing compared to that. Don't really feel the spirit and quiet of Lent, but I'm not losing hope for Filipinos. :) Saw Tita Olive today in Manila Cathedral, what a coincidence! I haven't seen her in practically ages...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to write about and so little time.. :) I've watched movies and read books i want to make a review of: &lt;em&gt;300&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;The Natvivity Story&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Ain't She Sweet&lt;/em&gt; by Susan Elizabeth P., &lt;em&gt;Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles&lt;/em&gt; (LOL) among others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep sleeping, i'm getting sick of it. I don't want to do household chores anymore, seeing that the only mess i have to clean up are those that are not mine. Haha. I want a summer job.. (-_-) suggestions/recommendations anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grades are up next week... ACK!!! ::crossmyfingers:: wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921449138064435851-1703706068276589016?l=gopsychedelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/feeds/1703706068276589016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921449138064435851&amp;postID=1703706068276589016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/1703706068276589016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/1703706068276589016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/2007/04/summer-part-two-lenten-season.html' title='Summer: Part Two - Lenten Season'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890976078232044599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921449138064435851.post-764234474083236019</id><published>2007-04-03T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T11:12:00.425+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school accident'/><title type='text'>Summer: Part One</title><content type='html'>School is officially OVER. :) Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i was supposed to take summer classes but CAN'T. Good thing it wasn't required or i would've been screwed. Pfft. So that means I'll suffer boredom for 2 months. I miss school already. LOL. If only it didn't include sleepless nights and cramming. haha... wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining as I'm typing this. Been a long time since it rained. The last time it rained, I was on my way home and i got SOAKED. No kidding. I only got to update now because as soon as classes began, I binged on the one thing i missed most - SLEEP. What bliss to sleep without worrying about the time you'll have to wake up and study for something or finish a project... Plus we had my sister's graduation to take care of, then I had to chaperone four tweeners in Greenhills. Haha. I'll write about it later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Finals Week was hell. Bearable, but I'm still worried about Botany. I THINK I'll pass, but i can never be too secure about that. My English papers were alright. Last sem papers were returned and i was surpirsed to see I got all B's and one B/B+ (LOL. Sir Vince, what does that mean? I'm a 1+? Hahaha.) That means I should've gotten a B+ instead of a B! Unfair! (Joke..) Too bad Lit papers weren't returned. I wanted to see how I did. Second sem was a particularly difficult sem, dunno why, but i had so much fun during the first one. ::sigh::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an accident last Thursday... freaking Fil12 reseacrh paper. It was due that day and I haven't started anything... started about 6am and finished at about 2pm. I could've finished earlier but got stuck halfway, so everything became slower. 3 pm was the deadline, so you could just imagine the panic state i was in while 2 pm was approaching. My house was NOT anywhere near AdMU, mind you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 2:15 I left the house and hailed a cab. When we passed Crame and was nearing the left turn towards Katipunan.. BAM! The taxi hit the back of another car! I hit my head at the back of the seat beside the driver and hit my knee on a metal bar portruding from that front seat too. It just had to happen the exact time my blockmates were texting me where i was already so i had my head bent down and didn't see how the collision happened. My glasses sort of embedded on one side of my face so I've got a small wound beside my eye near my nose. Bummer. I got out and was planning to just go when the driver had the gall to ask for payment. I wanted to shout, WTF?! I'm wounded! And most of all, I'm LATE! (I had a forming bruise and lump below my kneecap). I just said fine and gave him the fee... he needed it more anyway. The damage to his cab was severe compared to the other car that only had its taillights smashed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there i was, standing on a street i didn't know, shaken, thinking how i was going to explain to my prof why i passed my paper late, because i knew i was never going to make it on time now... thinking that i'd tell my mom about the whole thing when i got home... when the freakiest thing happened - my phone rang - and guess who was calling - MOM. Uh Oh. Would I answer? Of course I would! So my mom freaked out of course, but controlled herself from doing anything hysterical. I just assured her i was fine and was still trying to get a cab to get to AdMU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, Man, my final grade for this subject better be worth it. (-_-) Not to mention that I was NOT able to go with my high school friends in an outing scheduled that day till Friday. That sucked big time. And to find out NIkki was there too... I miss those guys so much already... I was smiling and assuring everyone when in truth i was feeling like crap. They probably had so much fun, and Reema's leaving for Arabia soon. ::sigh:: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this entry is getting too long, so I'll just post another one later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: &lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;Big Girls Don't Cry&lt;/em&gt; - Fergie&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Ave Maria&lt;/em&gt; - Gregorian Chants&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;I'm Yours&lt;/em&gt; - Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;Wordplay &lt;/em&gt;- Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;Para Sayo&lt;/em&gt; - Parokya ni Edgar&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;1979 &lt;/em&gt;- Smashing Pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;em&gt;Best I Ever Had&lt;/em&gt; - Vertical Horizon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921449138064435851-764234474083236019?l=gopsychedelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/feeds/764234474083236019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921449138064435851&amp;postID=764234474083236019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/764234474083236019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/764234474083236019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/2007/04/summer-part-one.html' title='Summer: Part One'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890976078232044599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921449138064435851.post-7899697487229707784</id><published>2007-03-23T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:35:07.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life busy personal rants'/><title type='text'>Been A Long Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RgPj5861QOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Nvr180FtWd0/s1600-h/my+pic(41).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RgPj5861QOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Nvr180FtWd0/s200/my+pic(41).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045126592330023138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RgPj6M61QPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/SFQvjRbrcF4/s1600-h/my+pic(40).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RgPj6M61QPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/SFQvjRbrcF4/s200/my+pic(40).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045126596624990450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RgPj6M61QQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/6IKpZSyyf2Y/s1600-h/Picture(360).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RgPj6M61QQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/6IKpZSyyf2Y/s200/Picture(360).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045126596624990466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... My last entry was March 11, and it's now... March 23... Been what? Almost two weeks. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened, i don't even know where to start! Papers, deadlines, and such at school, Lit14 clas play, Botany class project, busy busy at home, sleep-deprived, laptop to this PC. Waaaaahhh! o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left a part of my diskette at this current PC. ::sshh! heehee:: I know, i know, diskettes sound &lt;em&gt;ancient&lt;/em&gt;, but i find them easier! Hehe, technophobe, i tell you. It was this small thing that ensured the write-protection stuff. Anyway, i was already panicking about my papers and such, so i was rushing everything and not in my right state of mind - almost everything was so not going for me that day - my school cd wouldn't work on the laptop, my orange disketter got broken by my brother (GRR!), and now i have no extra cds and diskettes! I used all of the cds to store music! ARGH! I had to print everything and found out all i had were recycled paper. ^^; nothing bad about that but was hoping for better quality papers. ::sigh:: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got late for English class last Friday (March 16), had to take a cab because had so many things to carry. I cannot believe i spent almost four hundred freaking pesos to buy cartons, boards and paint to make a mirror frame for our class play - went home at 9:30pm because mom insisted i get my hair straightened out and we had to get stuff for the hous AND the play (LOVE my hair now, btw, hehehe). It was so stressful, only to find out that MOST of the boards i cut and painted to look like real wood weren't even going to be used. T_T. OMG. I thought i was going to cry... Set design was so stressful, and they probably didn't even know how much i was stressed by it. I looked for all sorts of stuff: like a mirror, a rocking chair, and sala set, then found some from my high school friends - only to be rebutted by that freaking set design leader and the other person i will not mention because s/he does not know the extent of his/her annoying habits and i shall leave it to him/her to find out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's more stressful to get stressed and worry about something only to find out that that stress will not have some kind of fulfillment in the end. GRR. Then Katz and I had to do manual labor setting up all the windows,and covering every single row with newspaper and cloth for the venue of the play. And the venue was NOT small. Bdhjddawuhrawrhwaef... (&lt;--- courtesy of &lt;a href="http://euphoricgazelle.wordpress.com/2007/03/13/midnight/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Felisa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. hehe. miss you! had fun talking to you last time! ^_^) &lt;em&gt;Buti na lang talaga nagustuhan ng profs namin yung play&lt;/em&gt;. :) Most people complimented my hair, so i guess that's a good thing. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to the actors, and the people behind it! Martin Yambao ROCKS playing the cello! Hahaha! Paco and Bee made everyone feel... &lt;em&gt;kilig&lt;/em&gt;. LOL. For more of the play and some pics, check out &lt;a href="http://somuchtrouble.livejournal.com/40686.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is Bleak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to write a research paper 10 pages long, due last Wednesday and i only wrote it Tuesday night till early hours of Wednesday. =p It was returned today and found out i got a C+. LOL. I was expecting something of a C or D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was our last official class day for English and Lit TODAY, T_T OMG I thought i was gunna cry! Seriously... I'll miss Sir Vince and Sir Pu - ALL HAIL! ^_^ Sir Vince had the generosity (or audacity? LOL. &lt;em&gt;joke lang&lt;/em&gt;!) to impart 2 songs with Bee's guitar: 1979 by the Smashing Pumpkins (which i am downloading now) and "In Your Eyes" ::sniffsniff:: by a new wave band called The Rievers(?) (which i cannot find, someone give me a copy!) =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll REALLY genuinely miss those classes, no matter how boring English is sometimes and petrifying Mr. Pu is while calling us one by one to interpret poetry... i'll miss Sir Vince's corny jokes and snarky remarks and Mr. Pu's fanged smile. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaawwww.... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that we were going to have Alexis Abola as prof next sem.. O-M-G. ::faint::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of next sem, a LOT of people will be shifting out of Lit. =( and that includes Katz... Awwww... ::sniffsniff::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahsadhfueawpefihawp~! I can't believe i won't be taking summer classes for Math becuase it costs a freaking 11k not including my everyday fare and &lt;em&gt;baon&lt;/em&gt;. We don't reek of money, ya know.. Hmmm... I guess i'll have to endure taking it next sem.. I'd like to get it over with by the end of Sophomore year. Hopefully by first sem, but i don't think there's Ma12 in the first sem.. so that means i'll take it 2nd sem next year. ::sigh:: Just HAD to fail math didn't i? GRRRR... I feel so &lt;em&gt;stupid&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i found out last week, i'm "endangered" in Botany, as my prof &lt;em&gt;kindly &lt;/em&gt;put it. Nduedheofn! *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you didn't notice, Science and Math are my waterloo - a true English Major at heart. Haha. Please, Lord, I DO NOT want to fail Botany. T_T Hnngg... ::sob::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALS are next week, and i have a debut to attend on Sunday night. hahaha! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE GOT TO ACE MY BOTANY FINALS! Waaaaaahhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pic above is Katz and I working on set design (first two), and the third is of someone i don't know! Hahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921449138064435851-7899697487229707784?l=gopsychedelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/feeds/7899697487229707784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921449138064435851&amp;postID=7899697487229707784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/7899697487229707784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/7899697487229707784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/2007/03/been-long-time.html' title='Been A Long Time'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890976078232044599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RgPj5861QOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Nvr180FtWd0/s72-c/my+pic(41).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921449138064435851.post-53812915394584978</id><published>2007-03-11T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T00:30:11.426+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem love positive'/><title type='text'>my first serious poem since high school</title><content type='html'>Love Actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s in an embrace&lt;br /&gt;after a game my team loses;&lt;br /&gt;A breakfast in bed&lt;br /&gt;at Sunday morning, my sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Thereby resolving a dispute&lt;br /&gt;through a hundred roses,&lt;br /&gt;Or initiating a saccharine pseudo&lt;br /&gt;as passions meet.&lt;br /&gt;It’s in the profound,&lt;br /&gt;and in the mundane;&lt;br /&gt;at hand wherever warm smiles&lt;br /&gt;are gained.&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped in a cookie&lt;br /&gt;given with hope;&lt;br /&gt;it’s enclosed in your letters,&lt;br /&gt;which perpetually help me cope.&lt;br /&gt;It’s in Her,&lt;br /&gt;Jane Austen – read the thousandth time;&lt;br /&gt;Or Shakespeare plays&lt;br /&gt;you’ve learned each and every line.&lt;br /&gt;It’s all in your mom&lt;br /&gt;who wraps you in a hug&lt;br /&gt;Or the puppy who wags his tail&lt;br /&gt;as he gives your pants a tug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gad, it's been a LONG time since i seriously wrote a poem which i liked. i can't believe i've only kept a few of those i made since high school. :( they're all in my old notebooks stuck in storage at school. waaaahh... another one of my old school's peculiarities: they require our notebooks to be passed at the each end of term and store it up somewhere unknown to us students. yeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, this is one of the two poems we had to submit in lit14 for our class portfolio for the end of the sem. i know, it's probably no match compared to my other classmates' profound entries, and i made this just out of the blue (inspired by the movie "love actually" starring hugh grant, hence the title with no originality... so sue me.), but i now find that i quite like it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a siomai - to siomai love for you.&lt;br /&gt;now here's a hopia - hopia love me too! ^^;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921449138064435851-53812915394584978?l=gopsychedelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/feeds/53812915394584978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921449138064435851&amp;postID=53812915394584978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/53812915394584978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/53812915394584978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-first-serious-poem-since-high-school.html' title='my first serious poem since high school'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890976078232044599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921449138064435851.post-3761929182158543667</id><published>2007-02-24T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:35:07.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college turbulence'/><title type='text'>Dettached</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/ReBLVhF0UzI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Yot2jJg1a44/s1600-h/tired-dog-wallpaper+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/ReBLVhF0UzI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Yot2jJg1a44/s200/tired-dog-wallpaper+small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035107216432321330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm… I’m procrastinating. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just randomness. Nothing to write about, really. I’m getting tired of my Multiply page already, and I haven’t even done much to it. What blah. It’s utter vanity, that page. I dunno why it feels that way to me. It just does. It would be better if my friends in high school had Multiply pages, but NOOOO, they were too busy, they said. There are other more important things to do. Bummer. Not even my closest friends have Friendsters. It’s a sad, sad thing. (-_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have LOADS to do for school and have yet to start. It wouldn’t be too bad if I didn’t have to worry so much stuff at home too. ::sigh:: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Think positive! Have faith!&lt;/em&gt;  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m all over the place right now. Been physically exhausted the past week. I don’t exactly know why. Maybe commuting has taken a toll on me. I used school service froim kindergarden up to high school. And if ever I did commute, it would only take one jeepney ride of about 5 to 15 minutes. Now it takes me an hour. Shortest would be 45 mins. Not to mention that I have to wake up at 4 am in the morning when I only slept at 12. Gad! Never mind. I have to get used to it. I Just have to suck it up, I guess. Just venting right now. Hee. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash Wednesday just went by. I wasn't able to get ashes on my forehead. I'd just feel like a hypocrite anyway. Blah. Hole Week's approaching, and my favorite activity Visita Iglesia. I love churches, btw. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One month to go, and my Freshman year will be OVER… OMFGAD!!! I can’t believe it!!! One more month of torture… and then a break… and then summer classes for Math12. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hopefully&lt;/em&gt;, I’ll survive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to list the things I have to accomplish…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This Week&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. a 4-Level Outline of my Research Paper (Wed)&lt;br /&gt;2. a Fil Paper about being a cat/dog (Mon)&lt;br /&gt;3. 2 Poems for a portfolio in Lit (Wed/Fri)&lt;br /&gt;4. the First Draft of my Research Paper (Fri?)&lt;br /&gt;5. review for 3rd long exam in Math (Tues)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before mid-March&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. the 2nd Draft of my Research Paper&lt;br /&gt;2. a Reflection Essay in English&lt;br /&gt;3. being in the Set Committee(?) for the Class Play in Lit (May Day Eve by Nick Joaquin)&lt;br /&gt;4. a Final Paper for Fil&lt;br /&gt;5. the Class Project in Botany (Sense of Taste: Love it. Iron Chef! Hehe.)&lt;br /&gt;6. a Literary Paper No. 2: Poem Analysis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coming Tests&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. 4th long exam in Math&lt;br /&gt;2. 3rd long exam in Fil (and maybe a 4th one too…)&lt;br /&gt;3. 3rd long exam in Botany (and maybe a 4th one too…)&lt;br /&gt;4. Math finals&lt;br /&gt;5. Lit finals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anecdote:&lt;br /&gt;Our usually meany but cheery prof in English went about teaching our class one day with a sort of suplado air. Not a good mood, not a good sign. So one of my block mates commented on it, and the exchange went about like this...&lt;br /&gt;Bianca: Sir, why are you sad?&lt;br /&gt;Sir V: What?&lt;br /&gt;B: Why are you sad?&lt;br /&gt;V: [pause] I'm not sad. I'm dettached. There's a difference. [with matching point of a finger]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. ^_^ He was much nicer after that though. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that came a day when he was teaching us in his usual corny cheery self, but all of us were listening like the dead... no one responding, everyone quiet, and still in their seats. Weird muhn. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921449138064435851-3761929182158543667?l=gopsychedelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/feeds/3761929182158543667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921449138064435851&amp;postID=3761929182158543667' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/3761929182158543667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/3761929182158543667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/2007/02/detached.html' title='Dettached'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890976078232044599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/ReBLVhF0UzI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Yot2jJg1a44/s72-c/tired-dog-wallpaper+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921449138064435851.post-3781170381035655690</id><published>2007-02-18T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:35:07.798+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greetings college'/><title type='text'>Kung Hei Fat Choi and that TIME of the Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RdhSFzy22NI/AAAAAAAAAEk/67Zv0nLZF6k/s1600-h/lionwhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RdhSFzy22NI/AAAAAAAAAEk/67Zv0nLZF6k/s320/lionwhite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032862843342870738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year!!! Harhar...:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not Chinese (Partly anyway, just a tiny bit: my mom's dad was part Spanish while my mom's mother was part Chinese. Ha! Talk about multiple ethnicity.=p), I'm a Filipino at heart, but what's wrong with a little celebration? It's proof of how diverse Filipinos are! Although we can also say skeptically that it's another proof of our identity crisis. Eeek. ^_^ ::I know, I'm blabbering. Bleh.::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wala lang&lt;/em&gt;.. had an okay weekend. Much to do, but I, ever the procrastinator of school work (not to mention master crammer), did sometihng else instead. Believe it or not, I would much rather do household chores than do my homework. I know, I'm weird. =p It's just one of my moods.. I'm over PMS right now, which means.. you know. Mostly I just want to sit around or lie down right now because I feel so effing heavy it hurts. :( I hate this.. I want it to be over. But then after that it'll be back again next month.. ::sigh:: The pains of being the female sex. MEN should be GRATEFUL. The jerks. &gt;_&lt; I'm in man-hater mode because of this &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt;. Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having this trend where all have to write about is the weekend. Honestly speaking, that's all the time I have. :| It's been a hectic week for me at home. All about turbulence, man. Heaven help me. (-_-) Missed a lot of classes because of my migraine attacks &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. Bummer. I hate that. Watched Entablado's "Sandaang Panaginip" last Friday though, which was a GREAT show. The best I've watched so far, in my opinion. Much parallelism to the present governement, but very comedic in a way. Hehe. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese astrology said last year was a cruel year for me (boy, was THAT true, if i say so myself.. grr..), but this year'll be different coz it'll be all about me and my luck. Ha! &lt;em&gt;Wish ko lang&lt;/em&gt;. As usual, with that prophecy comes "it's all in the hard work.." &lt;em&gt;chuvaness&lt;/em&gt;. Hee. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to do just that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921449138064435851-3781170381035655690?l=gopsychedelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/feeds/3781170381035655690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921449138064435851&amp;postID=3781170381035655690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/3781170381035655690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/3781170381035655690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/2007/02/kung-hei-fat-choi-and-that-time-of.html' title='Kung Hei Fat Choi and that TIME of the Month'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890976078232044599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RdhSFzy22NI/AAAAAAAAAEk/67Zv0nLZF6k/s72-c/lionwhite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921449138064435851.post-2662323931233885086</id><published>2007-02-11T07:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:35:08.211+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hectic chaos college'/><title type='text'>Chaotic Order</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/Rc5ZZDy22LI/AAAAAAAAAEE/MeVem-FSJW4/s1600-h/DSCN0544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/Rc5ZZDy22LI/AAAAAAAAAEE/MeVem-FSJW4/s320/DSCN0544.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030056120869640370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/Rc5ZZDy22MI/AAAAAAAAAEM/XqDKJwdFpEw/s1600-h/DSCN0557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/Rc5ZZDy22MI/AAAAAAAAAEM/XqDKJwdFpEw/s320/DSCN0557.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030056120869640386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man... It has been &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one hell of a week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: We didn't have classes because it was Presiden't Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: My PE Midterms finally pushed through. I got to serve 3 out of 8. Pfft. Got my topic proposals back from Fil12. None were accepted. So far I have one still negotiable. Pfft. The good news is that I got a 152 on my Math Midterms! Yey! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Had our oral report in Botany about Plant Dyes. We sucked big time as the first reporters. Humiliated. Joked about. Watched like guinea pigs. 'Nuff said. At keast it was free cut in Lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Had long exam in Fil12. Two parts. Objective and essay. Got the minimum passing mark on the objective exam. Whew. Essay part has yet to be checked. Cut PE. Had to watch The Glass Menagerie at 7pm. Went to McDo and Gateway (Fully Booked and National Bookstore ~ in the true spririt of Lit Majors. LOL.) with Katz before watching. The play finished at 10pm. Gad, it was LONG. Quite boring if you already know the story. There's much to say about the actors, but no time right now. Have to write a Lit Paper about the play anyway, so... :) Went home at about 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Nothing much. Exhausted. Sleep-deprived. That sort of stuff. Almost didn't attend Glad's 18th Birthday. Glad that I did, though. Hehe. Thanks to Jhunie and Jaed! It was great~ we laughed and cried and ate! =p Went home at past 12. Thanks for the ride home, Lea!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Mary for the 2 pics. More to come. ^_^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all have to say as a finale is... Weekend? What weekend?! Gotta get back to work... and so, goodbye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921449138064435851-2662323931233885086?l=gopsychedelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/feeds/2662323931233885086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921449138064435851&amp;postID=2662323931233885086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/2662323931233885086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/2662323931233885086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/2007/02/chaotic-order.html' title='Chaotic Order'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890976078232044599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/Rc5ZZDy22LI/AAAAAAAAAEE/MeVem-FSJW4/s72-c/DSCN0544.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921449138064435851.post-1705044794915869726</id><published>2007-02-03T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:35:08.333+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social awareness'/><title type='text'>illuminate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RcZvTXdwxKI/AAAAAAAAADA/RRsaOX4qpLc/s1600-h/dragon1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RcZvTXdwxKI/AAAAAAAAADA/RRsaOX4qpLc/s200/dragon1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027828412512781474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my Lit14 midterms yesterday. Originally it was scheduled from 4:30 pm to 9:00 pm. I finished at 6:30. Damn, what a waste of effort on my mom's part. I could have just gone home all by myself, without them having to fetch me. Tsk. It felt odd finishing early... I wrote everything I needed to write, I think. Didn't know some of the objective terms though. Heck, for all I know I''ll only get a C. Or worse. I hope that doesn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept for 30 minutes in the library. Harhar. I felt so refreshed afterwards. Been sleep-deprived because of our botany paper, and upcoming oral report. We just had to be the first. Urgh. &gt;_&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept almost the whole day today. Feeling a bit down. I feel like I want to do something. Promote social awareness, do charity, do community work... Just... something. See my multiply &lt;a href="http://gopsychedelic.multiply.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; entry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by so many people who are so living in their own beautiful world. All summery and fortunate and blessed. All pretty, beautiful, and comfortable. I'm poisoned by self-absorbed pricks who can't think of anyone else's sufferings aside from their own. Drowning in self-pity because they feel incompetent. Boo-fucking-hoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it with the present generation?! What is with me today?! URRRGGHH! *_* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do something... but what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921449138064435851-1705044794915869726?l=gopsychedelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/feeds/1705044794915869726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921449138064435851&amp;postID=1705044794915869726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/1705044794915869726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/1705044794915869726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/2007/02/illuminate.html' title='illuminate'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890976078232044599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RcZvTXdwxKI/AAAAAAAAADA/RRsaOX4qpLc/s72-c/dragon1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921449138064435851.post-4850363112969444412</id><published>2007-01-27T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:35:08.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job crime expo trip college'/><title type='text'>This Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RbsqU5YYxdI/AAAAAAAAACo/3KplY3ONXbI/s1600-h/Picture(293).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024656347750778322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RbsqU5YYxdI/AAAAAAAAACo/3KplY3ONXbI/s200/Picture(293).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well. . . we had an Exposure Trip today (our second one) for InTACT. We were the only class that had to go because all the other classes had their turns already. Aw. It was fun though. A bit more fun than the previous one, for me anyway, considering the fact that I was sleep-deprived and temperamental. Hihi. We almost got totally lost on the way to Ilugin Pasig Elementary School. I even got this freaky idea that the manong drivers had it in for us or something. Ack! o_o It was because my Mom was telling me something while I was having breakfast about kidnappings and how kidnappers don't choose only rich people nowadays, just as long as it seemed the victims could pay the ransom of 50,000/100,000 or something. Ack! So there, I got a bit paranoid and texted home while we were going around the streets of Pasig City. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;It's not funny, I know. Kidnapping is one of the most traumatic things that could happen to someone, especially a family. I feel for those who've been victimized. My only contributions are my prayers, because no amount of money can take away what happened - the fear... the hurt... and the agony of seemingly endless hoping - and the joy that comes if what you hope for is given. I have no idea why I'm writing this now, really. . . maybe because I just feel like it; or I've been triggered; or something. . . all I know is that the feelings of helplessness and resentment can never be avoided... but with it comes hope. . . so keep hoping and keep on praying. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whew! -_-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;On a lighter note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Bloopers happened yesterday. Haha. ^_^ It was a fun day (a bit tiring, but still fun) both in school and at McDo. Had to go to UP and Manila Seedling to buy plants for Botany with my Botany groupmates (thanks for the ride, Vian! :), but only found one. I didn't get home until 9 pm, eventhough I still had to wake up early the next day. Thanks to Mary and Genico for the company! Hehe. :) Can't wait for Gladz's 18th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I'm supposed to be uploading pictures for my Multiply and some videos from Ilugin Expo Trip but Multiply seems to be not working for my computer at the moment. Darn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Midterms in Math again on Monday. Pitiful me. I hope I get at least a 130, but I'm aiming for a 160 to 180. Haha. Nangarap. (&lt;em&gt;Baket?! Libre naman ah!&lt;/em&gt; Haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Namumulubi na 'ko!&lt;/em&gt; AAAAAAHHH!!! Somebody give me a job!!! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;*The pic in this entry btw is Steffie with the kids at Ilugin. ^_^ I'm trying to post the other pics at my multiply, but to no avail. Huhu. I'll try again later. You can find my Mulitply link at the links section of this blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921449138064435851-4850363112969444412?l=gopsychedelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/feeds/4850363112969444412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921449138064435851&amp;postID=4850363112969444412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/4850363112969444412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/4850363112969444412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-saturday.html' title='This Saturday'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890976078232044599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RbsqU5YYxdI/AAAAAAAAACo/3KplY3ONXbI/s72-c/Picture(293).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921449138064435851.post-7888792623693589514</id><published>2007-01-26T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:35:08.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams busy college'/><title type='text'>Lethargy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RbjdyJYYxbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/71p6fHhgtzg/s1600-h/DoS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024009237913191858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RbjdyJYYxbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/71p6fHhgtzg/s200/DoS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This particular Thursday has been very lethargic for me. I want to do the things I have to do, but at the same time, I just want to sit there and look at it. It sucks, this feeling. My mind is all over the place again. It means I have to do something artsy. The problem is, I do NOT have time for it. &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I was watching a soccer game at school awhile ago. It was quite fun at first, then everything became boring... too bad. At least our school won. Go Team Spirit! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This is going to be short. Just wanted to do some venting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I only had two classes today and we didn't do anything much, just discussions. I scored an 87 in my second long exam in Math (a B+, FINALLY!). Hm. I was feeling ecstatic about it awhile ago, now I feel nothing. Midterms are on Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;My PE midterms are on Tuesday. Did I mention I'm an incompetent when it comes to volleyball? At least I have a freecut in Math.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;On Wednesday, I have second long exams on Botany Lec AND Botany Lab. Our group also has to pass the Final Paper before the Oral report in Botany Lec the next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;On Thursday, I'll have second long exams in Fil12. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;On Friday, I'll have my Midterms in Lit14.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Oh. My. God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I still have a poetry exercise to do for Lit14, readings for En12, and 4 notecards to add to my research. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Off I go, then. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Tomorrow, we have to go to CP Garcia, I dunno where that is, but they said it's UP (for Botany, no less. Damn!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I am bleeding. I am no Superman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Blogspot formatting sucks&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I'm hoping to write about Hit Lit Night this weekend. Part of it, at least. I hope I'll be able to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921449138064435851-7888792623693589514?l=gopsychedelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/feeds/7888792623693589514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921449138064435851&amp;postID=7888792623693589514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/7888792623693589514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/7888792623693589514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/2007/01/lethargy.html' title='Lethargy'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890976078232044599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RbjdyJYYxbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/71p6fHhgtzg/s72-c/DoS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921449138064435851.post-221928356972141541</id><published>2007-01-22T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T16:46:45.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accident anxiety drive'/><title type='text'>Calm Before the Storm</title><content type='html'>Brand new layout! Yey!^_^ The theme's "Harbor" so I guess it fits my blog. My entries are just like the waves. . . different each time they hit the shore. (I hope.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, the layout was inspired by my dear friend Felisa's blog, who now resides happily in Washington. :) I miss you, girl! I'll be reading your blog regularly, thanks for the link! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my closest friends' debut is coming and she's invited me to be one of her eighteen candles. Awww.. ::sniff::sniff:: Thanks, Gladz! I wish you all the best! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, onto my previous "weekend":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what came over me (and I really would love it if the feeling would stay), but I just started feeling inspired and driven to do and finish all my schoolwork/homework. It was great! I got a spot downstairs where everything was quiet and just did what was supposed to be done! Notecards, Lab Manual hw, studying for the objective quiz of Glass Menagerie (which by the way, was postponed again), and reading some of Botany Lec. Heehee. All I really had to worry about was topics for Fil because we really didn't have a theme until later. Bummer, really, but we got through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was on my way home last Friday, we saw a kid being ridden in a jeepney toward the hospital because he fell from the actual jeepney carrying him. . . his face was all bloodied up and a part of his head had swelled, they said. I couldn't really bring myslef to look, even if I was capable of it. Ironically and frighteningly, I was just thinking of one of the topic proposals of my classmate in Fil entitled "Ang Unggoy" and it was about kids who liked to hang on at the edge of the jeepney entryway ("sabit"). When we were discussing it in class, everyone was laughing their heads of off the title. Shivers went down my spine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how something funny for another person can be so horrifying to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm saying it's a calm before the storm because from tomorrow up until Gladz's debut on Feb. 9, my mini-calendar (courtesy of EK) is packed with activities, deadlines, and exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921449138064435851-221928356972141541?l=gopsychedelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/feeds/221928356972141541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921449138064435851&amp;postID=221928356972141541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/221928356972141541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/221928356972141541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/2007/01/calm-before-storm.html' title='Calm Before the Storm'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890976078232044599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921449138064435851.post-7652596164737797093</id><published>2007-01-18T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:35:08.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='demoralization exultation'/><title type='text'>Exultation and Demoralization</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RbOAtzan_NI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fCOuY1M9drg/s1600-h/chucks01v3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022499533832584402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RbOAtzan_NI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fCOuY1M9drg/s200/chucks01v3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I found out another odd thing about me lately. i need to be demoralized at home to function better in school. damn. now i'm starting to feel happy and positive all over again, so that means i'm getting "tamaditis" (term copywright of &lt;a href="http://rootcrops.blogspot.com"&gt;MJFO&lt;/a&gt; or "&lt;a href="http://rootcrops.blogspot.com"&gt;mei&lt;/a&gt;") again too. argh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;anywayz, i was supposed to write this yesterday, but again, "tamaditis" reigned so i decided to sleep. i was waiting for the pilot episode of American Idol, but became too sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;all my important deadlines have been moved! WAHAHAHA! notecards supposed to be on friday have been moved to wednesday next week. lit14 midterms on monday were moved to friday. even the fil topics for tomorrow were moved to monday! ^o^ yey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i've created a multiply account. due to peer pressure. ha ha. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;On to demoralization:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;we received our long exam results for botany, and lo and behold, i failed. i got a 35 over 90, plus 8 points from the bonus quiz, so that makes my total points 43. it's still a failing mark if you compute the percentage. but, really, i wasn't too disappointed. i was a bit happy about it actually, because i really didn't study, but i still got something higher than what i expected (like a 20 or something like that). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and FYI, i really don't study much for the first long exam (as of my first year; we'll see in the coming years if it still works) - except maybe for fil and lit - because i want to find out first how a proffessor likes to execute his/her exams before i really study for it. it saves me effort. hahaha. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;anyway... most of us failed, if not all. so my prof went on about lecturing us that we were spoiled brats. well, she wasn't that harsh per se, but that was what she was trying to say. we were brats because we had everything (the best library, the latest technology, the best teachers, the quality education, events, sponsors, everything - name it, we have it. whilst the students in UP were driven because they had limited resources and had to work hard for everything. i wanted to yell, "i don't have everything!" but i chocked, so... ::shrugs:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;while she was lecturing us, i was so disappointed because most people weren't really listening. you know? in one ear, out the other ear. these people have no idea what it's like to struggle to hold on to something that keeps moving from your grasp. to face everyday as a challenge because you know it's going to be hard. life for brats is either fun or boring. tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;then she goes on to say that the entrance exam during our year was easier than the previous exams - even easier than UP -, which just further demoralized me. what does that mean? am i stupid, then? would i get in if the test was harder? doubt seeps in as she's saying this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and i go from guilt from what she said about other students earlier to disappointment that i may not have been as good as i thought i was. i had an inkling before, when the deans announced that more than 2000 freshmen were able to get in. i was a non-honor student and i was like, "really now? hmmm..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;on a positive note, maybe i should just accept that it really was fate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"i was meant to take the exam that was easier than the previous ones so i could get in here! hehehe..." :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;now all i have to do is bust my ass to stay.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921449138064435851-7652596164737797093?l=gopsychedelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/feeds/7652596164737797093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921449138064435851&amp;postID=7652596164737797093' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/7652596164737797093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/7652596164737797093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/2007/01/exaltation-and-demoralization.html' title='Exultation and Demoralization'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890976078232044599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RbOAtzan_NI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fCOuY1M9drg/s72-c/chucks01v3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921449138064435851.post-786587376665495471</id><published>2007-01-16T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T16:22:42.591+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama queen'/><title type='text'>E</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Warning: Do Not Read If You are Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Hm. It's past 12 am and everyone in my house is asleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;you know what's weird? i'm most awake when everyone is asleep. when i'm alone... quiet... inside this house. i used to call this place my home... sweet home; now i don't know what it is. i don't know where i should be. things have been happening. things out of my control. i am only eighteen years old, and already i feel like i have the weight of the world on my shoulders. i did my best to be happy, to make everyone else happy, but once i asked for a break, everything around me comes crumbling down. life shouldn't be this hard. for me. for anyone. life's a bitch and i am powerless when it comes to bitching back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;i know i am moody. i am definitely not perfect, even almost always flawed. i am neither striking nor brilliant, but i have my moments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;now i'm just lost. always wandering. always wondering. of possibilities, of hopes, and of dreams. never really having the chance to execute. always an obstacle. always a wall. always allowing myself to be hesitant to give my all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;i'm tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;i want to rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;rest as if there's no tomorrow. sleep as if i never have to wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;i am emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921449138064435851-786587376665495471?l=gopsychedelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/feeds/786587376665495471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921449138064435851&amp;postID=786587376665495471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/786587376665495471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/786587376665495471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/2007/01/e.html' title='E'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890976078232044599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921449138064435851.post-6963843582079011021</id><published>2007-01-14T07:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:35:09.477+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chucks dusk images'/><title type='text'>Pic Spam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Just some pics (old and new) i wanted to share. more to come in my spare time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RaluoDan_JI/AAAAAAAAABI/8-gjd085seo/s1600-h/chucks12v2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019664894071930002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RaluoDan_JI/AAAAAAAAABI/8-gjd085seo/s320/chucks12v2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt; Chuck Taylors galore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;taken with katz's camphone, with the 3 of us - katz, diane, and i; edited by yours truly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019670065212554434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RalzVDan_MI/AAAAAAAAABo/ZSsRk_IJ5dw/s200/Drawing_v2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;a little drawing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;drawn and photoshopped by yours truly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019664919841733794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/Ralupjan_KI/AAAAAAAAABQ/PKk1CIGKGEs/s320/my+pic(07).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Dusk approaching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;taken at the pathway from CTC to Gate 1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;using my camphone (too bad it's a low-quality shot) as i was walking toward the train station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921449138064435851-6963843582079011021?l=gopsychedelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/feeds/6963843582079011021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921449138064435851&amp;postID=6963843582079011021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/6963843582079011021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/6963843582079011021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/2007/01/pic-spam.html' title='Pic Spam!'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890976078232044599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RaluoDan_JI/AAAAAAAAABI/8-gjd085seo/s72-c/chucks12v2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921449138064435851.post-6410254461661673939</id><published>2007-01-12T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:35:09.827+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys college volleyball juventus'/><title type='text'>Emoed: I Suck at Volleyball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RaZ1fzan_II/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZcV3CWKXJAY/s1600-h/chucks12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018828023989271682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RaZ1fzan_II/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZcV3CWKXJAY/s200/chucks12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I so suck at volleyball. I am &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; a sports team player, whenever it comes to practical tests... i dunno why. but when it comes to games, i can do what's required of me. maybe it's the pressure. or maybe i just don't like volleyball at all. i am an individual. i am for arnis. heehee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;my teammates now think i'm some kind of loser who can't even serve. it sucks big time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i can do it, i can do it, i can do it. i know i can. everybody else is just freaking brilliant at it. damn volleyball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ok. on to better things. i was wearing this really cool shirt today, a juventus nike oversized (for me, anyway) and didn't even know what it meant, until diane steffi pointed it out a while later. odd things happened. guys kept walking up to me. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;first, was during math class: an accident happened, for a reason unknown to me, after i got something from my bag, my phone went flying to two tables behind mine. eeeeeeek! it self-destruct! the rubberized cover popped off. so i got it and put it back on, that's when i noticed a little piece of my phone was missing. now, this very kind guy whom i never really talked to walked up to me and handed the missing tiny piece of my phone. "miss, natanggal yung piece." like duh! obviously! i couldn't even see his face coz he was too tall (or i was too short) and my eyes were only up to his chest, brown shirt, btw. *embarrassing moment # 1 of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;then, after my horrendous PE class (where all my other embarrassing momentS occurred), a notably cute guy walked up to me and asked if i'd like to volunteer for the soss week, asked what year i was and if i was up to it. he noticed this confused look on my face, so i guess that's why he asked, "are you from soss?" i replied with a smile. "sorry, no. i'm in soh." aaaaawww, man! that was a potentially good conversation drawn to an end. shucks. too bad... "oh, ok." and he has this disappointed(?) smile on his face then asks my name out of courteousness. awwww, a gentleman! soh sucks! (major kidding there. ;p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;that was the only good thing that happened to me in pe class. hmph. did i mention i sucked at volleyball?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;other guy things happened but they were really insignificant. these two were the major picker-uppers for my depressing school day. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i had to run errand on the way home. bought chicken and pastries at max's restaurant, and it took ages. sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other events and notes&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;had a long exam in fil12 and did not fail, though could have done better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;people (esp. guys) love my shirt (ha. odd.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;got bonding time with friends, old and new (happy bout that, btw.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;potentially despising my vb teammates for either being too good at the game (teach me without the conyo accent please... T_T!), or being too conyo. damn it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;the chucks pic is unedited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;juventus is a soccer team in italy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;off to pasig on saturday for exposure trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921449138064435851-6410254461661673939?l=gopsychedelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/feeds/6410254461661673939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921449138064435851&amp;postID=6410254461661673939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/6410254461661673939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/6410254461661673939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/2007/01/emoed-i-suck-at-volleyball.html' title='Emoed: I Suck at Volleyball'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890976078232044599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RaZ1fzan_II/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZcV3CWKXJAY/s72-c/chucks12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921449138064435851.post-3877336944800715552</id><published>2007-01-08T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:35:10.109+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids school dvd-9'/><title type='text'>Weekend? What Weekend?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RaILJIuGN8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/uQQDqZbVC0E/s1600-h/THE+Original+ONE+RING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017585186431711170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RaILJIuGN8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/uQQDqZbVC0E/s200/THE+Original+ONE+RING.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;OK. Really bummed right now that I can't write about the past events in my life, however small they may be to you. :) them notecards and biblios have been wrecking havoc on my state of mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I wasn't even able to write about our holiday celebrations! but i guess, i can never pull all the proper words together to describe those two important days (xmas and new year). one thing that amazed me however, was the throng of people who visited our house during xmas and asked for aguinaldo! i mean... seriously! O_o?! those were not &lt;strong&gt;just&lt;/strong&gt; kids! they inluded teens, and &lt;em&gt;even&lt;/em&gt; adults! &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;... we're not even made of politics! (if you get my drift) *_* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;before new year we attended the golden wedding anniversary of my mom's friend's mother whose a neighbor of ours. they (the couple, of course) renewed their vows and had all the works usually done at a first wedding. one of their daughters planned everything! it was sweet, dramatic, and funny - hehe - of course the event had its bloopers. haha! too long to share here, maybe next time. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;and naturally, because of the celebration, there was food, and when there's food, there's me... put them together and ::poof!:: &lt;strong&gt;it&lt;/strong&gt; became a LOT of coco-crunch! ha ha ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Now it's back to the real world... away from dvd seasons of &lt;em&gt;grey's anatomy&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;prisonbreak&lt;/em&gt;... away from lotsa sleep, away from enjoying the internet, away from loungy mornings... ::sigh::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;i think i'd rather do chores than study.. ACK! was that me talking?! (yes, it was...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;anyway, it's been a week of back to school, and already we were bombarded with work (as usual). if only i wasn't so busy at home, maybe i could focus more. finally i just decided to things at the libarary. for the past days i've been going home late just to work on those freaking notecards and research paper. the rizal lib's practically my dorm already! then i started walking from school to the fx terminal front of the train station to save precious money i can't quite keep for long (damn expeneses, they're such funsuckers when you have no funds. yech.) quite a long walk, but i try to enjoy it all the same, with me and my small feet. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;it's the first time i went home early since classes began this year. it's both revitalizing and unsettling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;i'm hoping for a great start for 2007, and so far so good. :) my astrology says someone is bound to support me in my education. heehee. well, there's my dad, my mom, and who else? i wish! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;can't wait for chinese new year! hehe. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;our house is turning into an orphanage, with all the cute little kids wanting to come in and play. i'm serious here. it's all fun, but there was one unforgettable incident yesterday however, that proved to me not all kids are adorable; there exists the ::whisper:: &lt;em&gt;evil spawns&lt;/em&gt;. (makes you want to give out an evil cackle, really).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's not the uncertainty that stops us from deciding what to do in a dilemma. it's the pain of realizing that we already know what we have to do. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;- paraphrased from grey's anatomy, words of wisdom from dr. bailey. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;things happen. life sucks. we move on, and we live to smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;'till nex time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921449138064435851-3877336944800715552?l=gopsychedelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/feeds/3877336944800715552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921449138064435851&amp;postID=3877336944800715552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/3877336944800715552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/3877336944800715552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/2007/01/weekend-whats-that.html' title='Weekend? What Weekend?'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890976078232044599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RaILJIuGN8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/uQQDqZbVC0E/s72-c/THE+Original+ONE+RING.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921449138064435851.post-9060053776559915654</id><published>2006-12-29T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:35:10.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas break busybody haha'/><title type='text'>A Little Pouring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RZTlTplOoUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/sblkkfGa_DI/s1600-h/stitch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013884410912481602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RZTlTplOoUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/sblkkfGa_DI/s200/stitch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Christmas break has been extremely hectic. not enough time for everything i want and have to do! it was a good thing my mom had been doing all the buying-gifts business throughout the whole year after last christmas, so we really didn't have much to buy and stress on about, but still. we had to buy giftwraps and all the other things that had to go with it, then wrap all the gifts. boy, we really had a lot of people to give gifts to... (o_o) anyway, it's better to give than to receive, as they say. &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;we didn't do so bad in the loot bags too, if i do say so myself. i got mostly cute stuffy toys... awww... ^_^ and EK gave me a mini date organizer and a magic pen! YAY! (dunno what it's called, like the one used by the curator of the Lourve at the Da Vinci Code. really neat!... ok, punch me for being shallow, but i really liked 'em!) gel received tons of gifts, we couldn't believe it at first. half came from her girl friends while half came from her boy friends. ::coughboyletsandmanliligawscough:: heehee. :D i dunno why, or maybe i do, but my brother keeps receiving kitchenware/appliances for gifts and raffles. lol. my sister (dear ate :) had all these lotions (marks and spencer - sosyaaal..!), perfumes and make-up kits. and NO, she does not smell. haha. =p &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;survivor13 just finished and YUL won! haha! it wasn't a really good ending, though. a bit disappointing, if you ask me. not much happened. ever since then, i've been hooked on PRISON BREAK starring wentworth miller. i'm getting goey eyes just writing this. heehee. real serious jail stuff, with the drama/violence/sarcasm/wit all in one. highly recommended, though not for the faint of heart. :) &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;We were able to catch the last days showing of Happy Feet. it was really cute, and how they merged CGI with real people was very clever, i think. the movie just screams "stop global damage!" but i think it was only me. :) ironically, i only wanted to watch a movie because of movie trailers. hehe. i love watching movie trailers, maybe even more than watching the actual movie itself. =p i even wish that i could make or edit an actual movie trailer someday. that would just be so beyond words, if it happened. WAAAAHH! :D anyway, it was quite off-putting how there were only two trailers in happy feet - HP + the half-blood prince and eragon. i wanna watch both! WAAAAHH! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i forgot to write about Middle Finger Po, a play we had to watch at Entablado. additional points for fil, but it was a great watch too! :) it really hit the mark in the internal and external problems involving the youth, young as we are. 'twas quite controversial for those watching it without an open mind, but it was all good. i have to write a paper about it and i can't wait! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Uh... i have a LOT more things that i want to write about... i don't know if i have the time. i'm consuming a lot of electricity as i even type this! gotta save save save... o_o &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I love Pancake House. i love eating there, but there was this one time where i couldn't help leave the table with a bad taste in my mouth. i'll write about it later. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i was looking forward to this christmas party with my whole highschool peeps, but it never really came through. a big BUMMER, that one. phffft. = ( &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;someone save me from HP fanfiction! WAAAAAAAHHH! ::deep breaths:: ... [pause] ok, this will pass... this will pass... this will pass... (-_-) pretty soon i'll be back to king lear anyway. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921449138064435851-9060053776559915654?l=gopsychedelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/feeds/9060053776559915654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921449138064435851&amp;postID=9060053776559915654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/9060053776559915654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/9060053776559915654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/2006/12/little-pouring.html' title='A Little Pouring'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890976078232044599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RZTlTplOoUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/sblkkfGa_DI/s72-c/stitch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921449138064435851.post-3838596429653504845</id><published>2006-12-29T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:35:10.753+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lori fanfiction schoolbreak'/><title type='text'>Open the Drawers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RZTnGplOoVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pG4TYGITJWM/s1600-h/Superman+logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013886386597437778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RZTnGplOoVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pG4TYGITJWM/s200/Superman+logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;It's 1:30 in the morning and i'm so wide awake it's exhausting. I just finished reading the whole available lot in the third installment of the HP fanfiction trilogy Paradigm of Uncertainty, The Show that Never Ends, and The Hero with A Thousand Faces - all by this extremely brilliant but emotionally exhausting author named Lori. Seriously, she's amazing... just like the other author named Cassandra Claire. :) although i wasn't joking about the emotionally exhausting part. better find myself a nice little funny fic to up my spirits. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to stop reading fanfics until i finished reading King Lear, but it all started again when i had to e-mail my en12 prof about my worksheet 5 (which i supposedly possess now BUT should NOT.... argh! can't believe i forgot about it! well. no can do now, but waite for a reply. -_- darn it! bugger! crap!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about king lear? maybe next time... heehee. i will read it eventually, i know it. just not now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, onto updates... hmm.. where to start.. ah, last two weeks of school! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the much awaited Xmas vacation (which will technically last for only a week... really...):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this grueling long exam in botany, as expected, then all these notecards for Sir Vince to finish, then the ''quiz after quiz after quiz'' with Mr. Pu about King Lear (which I have yet to fully read and comprehend), then there was this funny/wierd incident in botany class that involved "PASS!" and someone needing to take a breather. Then a long exam in math (hopefully, i passed :) and another long exam in filipino (wh/c much to my - and everybody's it seems - surprise, got top 3 marks! heehee. - earned me an ''ampao'' and hope it contains something good).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenot sy organized (well. not so, as there was really nothing to organize, heehee. :p) this little photoshoot/pictorial for our block, and i brought this really pretty top and all that jewelry just to find that everyone else looked so simple/natural/cool. i wanted to just wear the pretty thing and have my picture taken, but just couldn't bear to show myself so "done up," coward that i am. darn. :/ oh, well. maybe next time. speaking of which, i hope i look smashing on lit night! it's going to be this party where all lit majors gather and each year is required to give a presentation (we were planning on dancing!:) and the juniors were going to reade poetry or something... seriously... Sir Gizmo couldn't have put it better himself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the last day i was late because i wasn't able to finish my notecards fully. :( i wasn't really up to it was the simple answer as to why that happened. i was even supposed to skip one morning of novena mass just to force myself to finish it. NOT. my topic's not even that polished, anyway, so i really couldn't bother to put ALL my effort into it, much less sacrifice doing something i consider more important. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simbang Gabi/Novena Masses had me deprived of sleep starting dec. 16, and the break wasn't until dec. 21. let me just say it hurt to go to school when you know you woke up 3 or 4 o'clock in the morning. and i was SO looking forward to Xmas break. so much, in fact, that i forgot to double check my envelope before passing it and see if if i actually returned worksheet 5. crap! darn! i knew i forgot something when i handed it over, just felt it in my gut, but i still didn't think anything of it! &gt;_&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear me... feeling really sleepy right now... better continue this next time... -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[this entry has been edited since the last sleepy babbling and has since experienced continuous malfunction. :O ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921449138064435851-3838596429653504845?l=gopsychedelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/feeds/3838596429653504845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921449138064435851&amp;postID=3838596429653504845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/3838596429653504845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/3838596429653504845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/2006/12/open-drawers.html' title='Open the Drawers'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890976078232044599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RZTnGplOoVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pG4TYGITJWM/s72-c/Superman+logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921449138064435851.post-2080980610750074661</id><published>2006-12-23T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:35:10.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take A Peak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RYzke5lOoTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kat2f5MoZWo/s1600-h/jade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011631704860696882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RYzke5lOoTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kat2f5MoZWo/s320/jade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Just a little pic post. :) I really want to write an entry, but the Christmas Season makes all extremely &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;busy. I'm going to write about the last two weeks of school, last day of school before the break, Christmas break, classroom anecdotes, HP, gifts, technophobia, PRISONBREAK!, Survivor13, lost money, lost chances, &lt;em&gt;Middle Finger Po&lt;/em&gt;, Kz and Mi, Novena Mass, sleep deprivation, Pancake House, Pizza Hut, brownies, loot bags, &lt;em&gt;Happy Feet&lt;/em&gt;, and that stupid Cbox that just would not show up on my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;*The pic's a candid shot of me by my 15-y/o blockmate, EK. It was also photoshopped by her. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Ciao! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921449138064435851-2080980610750074661?l=gopsychedelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/feeds/2080980610750074661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921449138064435851&amp;postID=2080980610750074661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/2080980610750074661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/2080980610750074661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-little-pic-post.html' title='Take A Peak'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890976078232044599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zNHeAQJPiQ/RYzke5lOoTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kat2f5MoZWo/s72-c/jade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921449138064435851.post-8476708949751773296</id><published>2006-12-11T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T15:56:10.239+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood'/><title type='text'>Meh Mad-Eyes Moody</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hmmm... I've been a &lt;strong&gt;bit &lt;/strong&gt;moodier than usual, especially at home. Stress is getting to me. ::sigh:: Sometimes I just want to burst out crying just to release some of it and feel lighter later. and let me tell you, i've been crying a lot lately. To list down the things that stress me out here would fill out the whole page, so I'm still trying to summarize it. haha. it's the start of another week and i'm hoping everything all goes well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;hmm... good things have been happening in school, some at home, still a bit stressed. i don't like being stressed. it stems from desiring too much, and the weakness and hopelessness of knowing that you don't control your life entirely, as much as you would like to think it to be. why is it that you try to please others and do what they want because you love them: sacrifice your time, force yourself to be happy, work hard, obey orders, do more than required... but when you make &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; mistake, EVERYTHING that you have built comes crumbling down. i think i'm gonna cry again, haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i've been loving "supernatural" and dean ::squeal!::. sis bought the whole first season in one dvd. hopefully, i'll finish watching the whole thing. :) hate survivor now, yul, how could you vote out jonathan??? stupid people, stupid players.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;i need more songs from anna nalick and vanessa carlton. seether, where are you?! rihanna rocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921449138064435851-8476708949751773296?l=gopsychedelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/feeds/8476708949751773296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921449138064435851&amp;postID=8476708949751773296' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/8476708949751773296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/8476708949751773296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/2006/12/meh-mad-eyes-moody.html' title='Meh Mad-Eyes Moody'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890976078232044599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921449138064435851.post-6250587817473393847</id><published>2006-12-01T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T15:51:43.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rights education filipino'/><title type='text'>"Educated" - Some Serious Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2699/1089044084236381/1600/52393/Picture(120).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2699/1089044084236381/200/704398/Picture%28120%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We had an interesting discussion in Fil12 during our last meeting. It was about "Wika" and why Filipinos were even studying the subject "Filipino." (Of course, I got called, and all I could muster was a senseless babble about how if language ends then the world ends too. =p) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like, duh. We're Filipinos, right?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nope, that's not the way it works. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are many reasons why Filipinos should study Filipino, and now we know most of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What I don't understand is why Filipinos have to be divided into social classes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I mean, if the higher society is so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;educated&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and we're already living in the 21st century, why can't our country achieve harmony and/or unity (ASIDE from barriers in language)? What is this division and classification between A, B, C or D? Lower-middle class/Upper-middle class? Upper class or the elite? Is it truly necessary? Are we so narrow-minded that we have to base our judgements and/or decisions from these classifications and stereotypes? If we're so educated, then why can't we have and practice the ability of reaching out? Of leadng others and ispiring people to step up and fight for progress... progress that'll benefit everyone... as in every single person in this country... father, mother, and child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why can't someone actually make a difference? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I was studying in St. John's Academy, I didn't care if I was with another from whatever class in society. What mattered was we were learning, we were having fun, and we had hopes for the future. When the time came that we had to choose our schools for college, many of my batchmates chose to go to certain schools for economic reasons. I chose the Ateneo because I believed it was the best: the best environment (where everonyone had breeding and were overall nice and fun outside class, not judgmental), the best teachers (from whom I could learn the most useful and practical information for me to attain success in my future career), and gave the best opportunities to those who had the ability to live up to their expectations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;What I didn't expect was to get all of those and SO MUCH MORE. Some were good, some weren't. And I would jump from extreme happiness to bottomless depression. I was going nuts! (Then again, I always was...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The people were so different. The teaching was great, I needed a little adjusting, but I knew I'd live. What I couldn't stand was how others were so... unaware. Or if they are aware, in a sense, they choose to be apathetic. &lt;em&gt;We have our own lives to worry about, thanks very much&lt;/em&gt; - that sort of thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't know... I can't explain it. It's a different world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They don't live in a world where people come up to your doorstep everyday to ask for money or food; where almost everyone had to conform to what was not necessarily best, but all they could afford; a world where children are stick thin because they're hungry and have mucus dripping from their nostrils; a world where people had to do desperate inhumane things because they were faced with desperate inhumane situations. And not in a world where one was disappointed or sad for someone else because that someone else could not afford to grab the opportunity (unlike the more fortunate ones) when they possessed the same abilities, if not more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Like I said, this is some serious shit. I guess I'm just being too idealistic due to my so-called "youth," as older people call this banter. Anyway, this might be continued, maybe not. Depends on my availability. Research papers are coming, and I have to study for Botany (ARGH!). Remember my struggling PE? :) I managed to catch the volleyball 21 times without stopping! It was our first exam and our target number was 25. Woooohooo! ^_^ I couldn't even get 6 catches during practice! =p Thank you, God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;NB: ok, so, the title used to say shit, but the font was too big for the word it started to bother me. haha! prude, prude me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921449138064435851-6250587817473393847?l=gopsychedelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/feeds/6250587817473393847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921449138064435851&amp;postID=6250587817473393847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/6250587817473393847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/6250587817473393847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/2006/12/educated-some-serious-shit.html' title='&quot;Educated&quot; - Some Serious Stuff'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890976078232044599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921449138064435851.post-7004779314519940508</id><published>2006-11-27T15:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T15:50:22.285+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Manic Monday Misadventures 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;Do professors have this ESP when they know you're either not listening or lost in class, or while you're actually looking for a missing page in one of your readings that he's currently discussing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;Because Mr. Pu exactly has that. He keeps on calling evryone who doens't know the answer or has a different way of thinking regarding the topic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;And that includes poor little old me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;Anyway, we Lit majors love him to death, so what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not get this song out of my head all day, even to the point where I'm singing it beside someone who could potentially feel embarassed about it. LOL. Pardon the errors in lyrics. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want a lot this Christmas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there is just one thing I need... Oh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't care about the presents &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;underneath the Christmas tree!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want you for my own!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;More than you could ever know!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make my wish come true...!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I want for Christmas is you...! Baybeh!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On unrelated notes for this manic Monday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;We ran out of black ink this morning just when I was trying to print my third worksheet for English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;EK and me got lost on our way to Bellarmine for INTACT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;I labelled my quiz paper in Lit 14 with the subject Litz 13. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;We got the same area for locker occupation. Urgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;I almost fell dead asleep in Botany today, though she (the prof) keeps warning us that she'll give a rainfall of quizzes once she's finished discussing. ::sigh:: I can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;We found out all about NSTP, some sort of field work in third year, and an unforgettable Immersion in fourth year. Whoa, I'm excited!^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;We reminisced childhood with "Julio at Julia: Twins of Fate," Kimba, Blink Dink, Captain Planet, and debutantes. Ha ha! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;Almost everyone in school was wearing RED, including me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;We saw "The Game" this afternoon and he waved at us! Hehe, we thought he wouldn't recognize us. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;I'm enjoying having a blog... hmmm, that surprises me, somewhat. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tired from typing now. And hungry. :) Better get going. See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/8921449138064435851-7004779314519940508?l=gopsychedelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/feeds/7004779314519940508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921449138064435851&amp;postID=7004779314519940508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/7004779314519940508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/7004779314519940508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/2006/11/manic-monday-misadventures-2.html' title='Manic Monday Misadventures 2'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890976078232044599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921449138064435851.post-6763227219353920936</id><published>2006-11-27T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T15:48:53.597+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class misadventure'/><title type='text'>Manic Monday Misadventures 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm writing this entry in a happy mood. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I woke up late. When I alarmed my phone for 5:00 am, I instead woke up at 6:00. Then I found out I had to buy shampoo and toothpaste at the nearest &lt;em&gt;sari-sari&lt;/em&gt; store 'cause we've run out of stock. I was a bit miffed then beacause it wasn't fair that &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; was still the one required to do errands, when my younger sister isn't allowed - eventhough when I was her age, I HAD to do the errands already. After getting back, I found out that I forgot to buy something more improtant (which I will not anymore state here), but I'd already stepped into the shower, so, no can do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It was starting out to be a very bad day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;There's this thing in our classroom where the whole right side of armchairs, beside the window, cannot be occupied anymore because of the incessant heat and sunlight. When I arrived at school, I found that Monique and Cid were sitting on mine and EK's previously occupied spots. But it was okay, it wasn't the first bell yet anyways. When it was time to go to our "original" seats, EK approached and I tried getting on our seats but "someone I will not name" got their first (when he wasn't even supposed to be sitting there in the first place!) and occupied the two seats, with him and his bag!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ok, so, no biggie, I stood up and asked him &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;politely&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;(with a small gesture and a soft voice), "&lt;em&gt;Could &lt;strong&gt;we&lt;/strong&gt; sit there instead?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Do you know what he did? Oh, he moved alright, but only freed &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; seat. After that, he gave this agitated/annoyed expression (with matching rolling of the eyes and a deep breath) and banged his bag on the next armchair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;WTF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Puhleaze... Spare me the drama, my gentleman. It's only seats. Jeez. Is chivalry completely dead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921449138064435851-6763227219353920936?l=gopsychedelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/feeds/6763227219353920936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921449138064435851&amp;postID=6763227219353920936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/6763227219353920936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/6763227219353920936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/2006/11/manic-monday-misadventures-1.html' title='Manic Monday Misadventures 1'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890976078232044599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921449138064435851.post-7766672614308388224</id><published>2006-11-26T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T15:46:54.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Funday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2699/1089044084236381/1600/570238/kolegs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2699/1089044084236381/200/650860/kolegs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Ah, my second post! What bliss... ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;It's almost 11:00 pm right now and I still haven't done my third worksheet ("workshit" as my blockmate, Liane, put it) in English12 YET. I was about to do it, but I wanted to post something first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;On a more important note (for me, anyway), my stupiduty reigned on me again when I accidentally added @yahoo.com on my username here at blogspot... the OC in me cannot stand it. I want to pound my head with a hammer or do something else neurotic. URRRRGGHH! (&gt;_&lt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;The crammer in me is winning, and my mind is waiting for the clock to strike midnight before I start focusing on what's supposed to be finished. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've watched Ice Age 2, X-Men I and II, and other unimportant shows; even finished reading Judith Krantz's &lt;strong&gt;Mistral's Daughter&lt;/strong&gt;, but I STILL can't think of plausible topics for research related to Lit. ::sigh:: (-_-) I have got to stop procrastinating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;"Push button to eject Serrano!" LOL, I know it was mean, but the look on my prof's face while he was telling us about this so-called vandalism was priceless. Heehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921449138064435851-7766672614308388224?l=gopsychedelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/feeds/7766672614308388224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921449138064435851&amp;postID=7766672614308388224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/7766672614308388224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/7766672614308388224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/2006/11/sunday-funday.html' title='Sunday Funday'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890976078232044599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921449138064435851.post-1120266565840823093</id><published>2006-11-25T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T15:43:28.810+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap doing college'/><title type='text'>A Day on the Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm listening to Carrie Underwood right now, and it just depresses me that she stuck to country music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Scratch that, I'm just depressed - no Underwood involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My second semester has just begun, and I feel like crap. I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; want to start right: be a good, hardworking student and all that... but I just can't seem to find the drive. Argh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;What have I been doing lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;Reading Jessica Zafra: I can't believe I just found out about her! Thank you, Mei! ::snickers:: I'll be trailing Bob Ong next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;Terrorized by Botany: I'm either bored to death or scared to death in this class. God, help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;Adoring Yul on Survivor:Cook Islands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;Adjusting to my new &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;RED&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; spectacles. Merry Christmas! Yay! (They had better last longer than my previous one, or else.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;Being eternally self-conscious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;Working on this Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Racking&lt;/strong&gt; my brains for an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;interesting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; research topic related to my major&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;Doing chores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;Despising my egotistical brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;Struggling with volleyball as PE (stupid, stupid me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;Trying to find the time for a movie marathon with all the DVDs my dad sent us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;Excessively eating Japanese noodles. Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921449138064435851-1120266565840823093?l=gopsychedelic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/feeds/1120266565840823093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921449138064435851&amp;postID=1120266565840823093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/1120266565840823093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921449138064435851/posts/default/1120266565840823093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gopsychedelic.blogspot.com/2006/11/day-on-farm.html' title='A Day on the Farm'/><author><name>Gabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14890976078232044599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
