<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598</id><updated>2009-10-20T02:13:45.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All that Crap</title><subtitle type='html'>"I would really like to think about something else. But I know I have to write everything down while there is still something of a child in me."
-The Solitaire Mystery</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>359</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-8820596781415935146</id><published>2009-08-19T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T01:48:38.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch, watch, watch~!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img27.imageshack.us/img27/4033/hinokiopubmat.jpg"&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15396598-8820596781415935146?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/8820596781415935146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=8820596781415935146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/8820596781415935146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/8820596781415935146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/08/watch-watch-watch.html' title='Watch, watch, watch~!!'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06021024364203088992'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-351597572054591487</id><published>2009-08-18T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T20:52:59.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't let this issue die~! xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img87.imageshack.us/img87/7080/acle4.jpg"&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15396598-351597572054591487?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/351597572054591487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=351597572054591487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/351597572054591487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/351597572054591487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/08/don-let-this-issue-die-xd.html' title='Don&amp;#39;t let this issue die~! xD'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06021024364203088992'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-4654579700233890526</id><published>2009-08-10T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T20:41:56.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This noon..</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I passed the most trash of all papers I have done in my entire academic life. And, it is a term paper. For &lt;b&gt;Socio 11&lt;/b&gt;. Which I would report on tomorrow. That is, if my professor thinks it is worth reporting. I highly, sincerely, doubt its worth. Also, if I don't get the chance to report on it, I lose 10% of the final grade I'd be getting for the WHOLE subject.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But the depression I have gotten since encountering Socio 11 was somehow alleviated by an arrival of another document. Oh how I love &lt;b&gt;Japan&lt;/b&gt; and its institutions being OC~! xD This time, I have been provided my address for the whole time of my stay there - meaning, I can't transfer to &lt;i&gt;Jun&lt;/i&gt;'s apartment, este, another place for the April "semester." Hehehe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apparently, I can drink inside my dormitory room. And no, it's not just water. =') I can smoke too, in the 5th floor's lobby; just that, I don't smoke. xD Also, no curfew~!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Problem: I don't do laundry. I am messy. I don't cook. There are lots of things I can't do. But, I don't care. Still pretty scared though. Thought about not going again on the LRT ride back home. I will go~! *just sayin' ='D*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This evening...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I laughed at &lt;i&gt;Bayani Fernando&lt;/i&gt;. It was a good laugh. Seriously, he is the coolest presidentiable in the history of the Philippines~! We came across a news bit on Gabriela suing because of those *very stupid and dangerous AND SCARY* MMDA foot bridges as it allows peeping toms a feast on skirt-clad female students. His answer? Mas okay naman ang masilipan basta safe ang buhay (ng mga mananawid). Ung mga maninilip eh sandali lang daw un at magsasawa rin sila. xD I wasn't with my phone watching it so I wasn't able to record his exact words. But, benta talaga eh. Bentang-benta~!! LOL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's a pity I wouldn't be able to vote for him next year. I think I could, pero, I'm not entirely sure. If I get to, I would surely vote for him. Aliw siya eh. Our very own version of &lt;i&gt;Koizumi&lt;/i&gt;~! xD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Though I still give props to &lt;i&gt;Manny Villar&lt;/i&gt;'s youthful CM. =')&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15396598-4654579700233890526?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/4654579700233890526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=4654579700233890526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/4654579700233890526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/4654579700233890526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-noon.html' title='This noon..'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06021024364203088992'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-2775505124153793758</id><published>2009-08-01T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T14:20:16.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This August, I die.</title><content type='html'>But I can't die just yet.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTT-TTT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Socio 11&lt;/b&gt; is the biggest feat I would have to overcome. Or drop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't want to drop it. I don't want to drop anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;40% of the final grade for the final exam: How the heck should I make up for it if we also have a term paper to submit worth 30%?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then there's the conflict with the field stuff on &lt;b&gt;CWTS&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Anthro 172&lt;/b&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I need a time turner NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have my visa na. And &lt;i&gt;Chancellor&lt;/i&gt; approved my cross-enrolling already. I am all set *well, still not packed xD* and am very much willing to escape to Japan right at this moment. But. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Current acads. Two majors exams next week. One major reporting AND term paper the next. And lots more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Socio 11. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*cries*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I spent this morning sleeping, turning into the news, and sleeping. &lt;b&gt;Cultural Night&lt;/b&gt; last night was very successful, but vair vair tiring. My feet are killing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, news. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wasn't alive back then, but I am feeling very nostalgic. And emotional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Something changed. Action was channeled by the Filipino people for once..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maraming salamat po.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Filipino is worth living for.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15396598-2775505124153793758?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/2775505124153793758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=2775505124153793758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/2775505124153793758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/2775505124153793758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-august-i-die.html' title='This August, I die.'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06021024364203088992'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-3106894536698464944</id><published>2009-07-26T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:31:21.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last week was such a busy one for me. What's with taking care of the visa stuff and whatnot. Plus, my responsibilities in the organizations I'm in. Not that I'm complaining though. It was kind of fun, being busy for something that I have dreamt for two years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But, my &lt;b&gt;Socio 11 &lt;/b&gt;marked me late despite my groupmate letting her know why I was late for nine friggin' minutes (&lt;b&gt;NSO&lt;/b&gt; anyone?). It's actually the first time I get really concerned if I come late or not for class (in any class/event/whatever in my entire UP life and this is saying something), but apparently, she doesn't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nothing can thwart the happiness I'm feeling though. So I didn't really care much din. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm having a crush on a classmate. Hahaha. Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday was a set-up day for &lt;b&gt;UP Tomo-Kai&lt;/b&gt;'s 19th anniversary week celebrations. And with that came the discovery that magazines often/usually/ALMOST ALWAYS tend to publish advertisements and whatnot in blue. WHY NOT BROWN?! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got really famished with all the concentration it took, sorting colors out, so I ate loads with &lt;i&gt;Luke&lt;/i&gt; somewhere near the &lt;b&gt;MainLib&lt;/b&gt; in spite of the food that'd be available for the acquaintance party afterwards, again, for TK. I promised to pig out at the party, and so, I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a wrong decision though. LOL. But before that, I just want to say that I enjoyed the acquaintance party very much. Maybe because I'm too freaking happy these days?! ='D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, my brother bugged me through texts, saying that my dad's bugging him as to when I'd get home. So it took some phone calls to convince him to fetch me~! Good thing as I was low on cash with my part on those eggs and tomatoes our community provided.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I found out soon that my dad agreed to fetch me just because he wanted to have some midnight snack. LOL. He tagged my brothers along. I thought we'd be going for Chinese again and I figured I could skip it as I was so full from the party, and had LOADS of Chinese the past month, but when I woke up we were at &lt;b&gt;The Aristocrat&lt;/b&gt;, the one in Roxas Boulevard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One shouldn't order arroz caldo, or the like, there if one's ravenous as one'd just get a measly serving for Php 80. Buti na lang talaga busog ako. ='P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So anyways we got home at around 2:00 in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I found myself reading on some Waseda-related blogs today. A thing that's bothering me, among lots others: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Would I get to participate in all those nomikai if I'm just 19 given that the legal age there's 20?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; They look fun~!! Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15396598-3106894536698464944?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/3106894536698464944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=3106894536698464944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/3106894536698464944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/3106894536698464944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/07/whatever-things.html' title='Whatever things.'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06021024364203088992'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-998997954058567646</id><published>2009-07-23T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:44:09.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Screencap That Says It All</title><content type='html'> &lt;br&gt;... of the scene that made me cry on one of last month's days. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img528.imageshack.us/img528/4185/ohnowaseda.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Because, I can't keep track of how often I cried in June. ='P&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm seeing it~!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Background info: Ohno's character here, named &lt;i&gt;Ohno&lt;/i&gt; xD, was a study whore aiming to pursue college at &lt;b&gt;Waseda University&lt;/b&gt;. This super short screencap is from the 9th episode of &lt;b&gt;V no Arashi&lt;/b&gt;, a decade-old drama *of some sorts xD* starring all Arashi members - made in league with their support work for the volleyball cup cheverness that same year, 1999.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15396598-998997954058567646?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/998997954058567646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=998997954058567646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/998997954058567646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/998997954058567646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/07/screencap-that-says-it-all.html' title='The Screencap That Says It All'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06021024364203088992'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-8950552478907770850</id><published>2009-07-21T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T20:50:13.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressure... xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ngayong araw, nalaman kong:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Magaling ako sa Physics. Haha. Okay so &lt;b&gt;Physics 10&lt;/b&gt; lang un. Pero kasi hindi ko siya kinarir, ung pers exam. Well, wala naman talaga akong kinakarir masyado 'pag acads na ang usapan.. xD Hindi exceptional ung nakuha ko pero uno standing. Yay~! At kuntento na'ko rito kasi bibbong freshies ang 98% ng klase. Hahaha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mahal ko ung teacher namin sa Physics. Napaka-considerate niya grabe~! Tapos ung sagot kong parang ewan lang sa "Why I like Physics 10?" na question, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;nilagyan niya ng smiley~!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; WOOOOOT.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapos ung first page may "Very Good!" pa. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;At, smiley uli~!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I *heart* smileys.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mahal na mahal ko si &lt;i&gt;Song Junho&lt;/i&gt;. Nagrereply siya ng mabilis when I need it the most. &lt;3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Madrama ang pamilya ko. Tago nga lang ung sa kanila.. xD Kaya hindi na nakapagtatakang iyakin ako. Anyways, I am so touched.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am scared. Marami akong hindi alam, at hindi kayang gawin. At, late na para matuto~! Hehehe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pero, I am much more freaked out sa mga ipagagawa sa'kin ng mga people. Lalo na nung isa kong prof. TT-TT&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;MAHAL KO ANG &lt;i&gt;ARASHI&lt;/i&gt;. SOMEONE CONTACT AN OFFICIAL FANCLUB MEMBER FOR ME? xD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mag-aaral na'ko. Exam tom. Kailangan ko nang mag-seryoso for once, in the name of Mother Nature. =')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15396598-8950552478907770850?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/8950552478907770850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=8950552478907770850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/8950552478907770850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/8950552478907770850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/07/pressure-xd.html' title='Pressure... xD'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06021024364203088992'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-5670528723769069731</id><published>2009-07-20T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T21:21:41.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I *somewhat* clear things off</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family: Arial, sans-serif;padding-top: 4px;padding-right: 4px;padding-bottom: 4px;padding-left: 4px;height: auto;font-size: 13px;margin-top: 0px;margin-right: 0px;margin-bottom: 0px;margin-left: 0px;background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);background-image: initial;background-repeat: initial;background-attachment: initial;-webkit-background-clip: initial;-webkit-background-origin: initial;width: auto;background-position: initial initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Posting this because I want to na. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Draft&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;June 10, 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It all started the 1st of June this year; which makes the month, for me anyways, a mix of pelting rain and warming sunshine, physically or not. But if I want to be really anal about this, it all started last February. Or January. Last December may be. The April of 2007 more so; or November/December 2007.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whatever the case, this is all about &lt;b&gt;Japan&lt;/b&gt;. And I warn you, this would be looooong so. Yeah. *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I never yearned for something so much more like this. Well, I always think I'm feeling this sort of passion everytime I like something really.. xD I remember being so much into &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;(Still do, mind you.) that I wanted to fly to &lt;b&gt;Britain&lt;/b&gt; right there and then. Of course money *is the root of all evil* proved to be the powerful bitch that it is; so obviously, I didn't. I can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I applied for a one-year exchange studentship to Japan last year. And miserably failed. I felt as if my self-confidence, which was low to begin with, became non-existent just like that. I'm not entirely sure how I got through that depression. &lt;i&gt;Arashi&lt;/i&gt; may be? Or, Arashi? Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I miraculously stood up again *because Arashi songs hypnotize me to, yeah? xD* and terrorized another office in school for exchange studentship applications. Come February, they finally managed to collect all the forms from the different universities in Japan available for application, making them available for ambitious students like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All that month, I was crying my eyes off for different, albeit related-to-all-these reasons. Because money *is still the root of all evil* still poses a major problem for this dream of mine to be fulfilled. I have bothered a friend for forever during these times, even if she's got her own problems to deal with (that are starting to be solved last June too, yeah? xD) Before March came, I managed to get a passport despite the unsureness of it all, and pass the forms to aforementioned school office in spite of not being complete *because money is evil like that;* all in the name of my love for Japan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Summer passed and with it, the required &lt;b&gt;Linguistics&lt;/b&gt; field school in Nueva Vizcaya. That time, I got a call from the officer-in-charge of the office I applied to, asking me to go to the office as soon as I can for some forms. The hopeful me that I am, I thought she meant about my application. I do not call using my cellphone but I've got no choice because we are far from civilization and I've got enough load to burn and I just needed to find out just what was that call all for. Thing is, it was just for me to fill a survey form given by the &lt;b&gt;EU&lt;/b&gt;. I was chosen *along with my Lingg groupmate, yay!, and still others, I presume* to answer it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Because I am unperturbed like that, the day after I got home from Vizcaya, I went to school and faced the survey and got internally confused. Like, for serious. Because Europe has been my first love and still remains to be and I am just. Yeah. It was just a survey. But. Well, let me tell you that I fail when it comes to Australia okayyy. Major fail. Hahaha. I barraged aforementioned friend with all these again but she still had her own problems and we kind of got our hands full that time, nosebleeding and all. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then, June. The month when hearts unite, and when my heart bloomed and wilted, and got tired, and bloomed again (repeat to the nth power). What better off to inform me than on the 1st day of June, when else? xD It was after-lunch. I remember I was daydreaming, yet again, on things I'd do in Japan if ever I got accepted, when Arashi belted off &lt;b&gt;Everything &lt;/b&gt;suddenly. That's my call ringtone. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/embarassed.png"&gt; And I just felt the call will be all about this and I was right~!! And not, at least, not entirely, yet..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The officer-in-charge called to inform me that they've received my letter of acceptance, and other forms/papers, from the university-that-shall-not-be-named-for-now I applied to. Like, yeah. And because I'm pessimistic as always, I immediately asked if a JASSO (that would take care of the living expenses) notification came with it. She said no, and if I could go to the office immediately to get them? I controlled myself to no end and said I might come the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was thinking of still keeping it all to myself as everything still wasn't sure, but, how can you contain something big like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt;? I thought my heart would literally burst that time. I went downstairs and found my mother and announced everything to her and cried my eyes out. Of course our helper was there too; but I didn't really care. That night sure was the start of my &lt;b&gt;Sleepless in June&lt;/b&gt; chronicles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;='P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The next day, my mum went with me to the office and I didn't care really. xD I got the papers, which includes my letter of acceptance that is a certificate in itself that I would so get framed someday, no matter what. Afterwards, we got to &lt;b&gt;Chocolate Kiss&lt;/b&gt; where my mum bought us cake whilst I bask myself in the forms I needed to fill up by different dates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a nightmare and a dream coming true, all at the same time. Holding that &lt;b&gt;Homestay &lt;/b&gt;form was nightmare. Hahahaha. Putting it away released me from the immediate financial headache that it had caused. xD I placed all my hopes up for the dormitory application by then..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apparently, it was a wrong decision to let my mother know all about me being accepted and all. Because faster than I can memorize the lyrics of &lt;b&gt;Ashita no Kioku&lt;/b&gt;, everyone knew about it. Like, EVERYONE. Of course I want everyone to rejoice with me, but when everything is sure already, yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I e-mailed to no end after I got the forms. To no end. I let go of all my pride. Just like that. ='D Not that I'm regretting doing it. It's already been done anyways. So, whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wouldn't bore anyone with my housing problems and how I e-mailed a bigtime dean, and still others, because of them. But. Yeah. The things one do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For now, as I finish typing this off, not everything's sure yet. And thus, the name of the university I applied to remains undisclosed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;.. until the next installment. Complete with visuals~!! Which will come sooner than you think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everything's kind of sure now. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/embarassed.png"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15396598-5670528723769069731?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/5670528723769069731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=5670528723769069731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/5670528723769069731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/5670528723769069731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-i-somewhat-clear-things-off.html' title='Where I *somewhat* clear things off'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06021024364203088992'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-2138267739496003219</id><published>2009-07-18T14:35:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T15:24:50.645+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peri-peri'/><title type='text'>Peri-Peri Charcoal Chicken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lQwae3-PJQ/SmFtnns1-ZI/AAAAAAAAADA/59XogFVfxmU/s1600-h/peri-peri.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lQwae3-PJQ/SmFtnns1-ZI/AAAAAAAAADA/59XogFVfxmU/s400/peri-peri.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359685558986996114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Because I dare not review something I've experienced just recently, let me tell you about a spanking new restaurant that has stormed Metro Manila, with just two branches at that: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Peri-Peri Charcoal Chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;; located at somewhere in Greenhills' Promenade, and on the third floor of SM North's The Annex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We ate at the latter branch last Saturday for me and some of my friends were determined to find out just exactly what this charcoal chicken would taste like. I tell you, it wasn't no charcoal. But it was so good, it burnt in three degrees: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Lemon and garlic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;mild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, and *extremely* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.  Plus, no worries for the diet-worrying, for the chicken is charcoal-grilled~! Yay for my taste buds and my body~! xD  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We had a delightful chicken feast because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Peri-Peri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; is all about the chicken, and the peri-peri, the African birds eye chili the Portuguese had "discovered" some long time ago. xD It looks menacingly green, the peri-peri, as it oozed from the meat and onto the plate. Yum~!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0lQwae3-PJQ/SmFu4rTcamI/AAAAAAAAADI/fXAMdYFcup8/s1600-h/perigreen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0lQwae3-PJQ/SmFu4rTcamI/AAAAAAAAADI/fXAMdYFcup8/s320/perigreen.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359686951523609186" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;: You cannot go wrong with chicken. Their generous block-of-rice on combo servings win at life~!! Also, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Lychee Fruit Salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; is &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3.&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Chicken Rappa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; though. Next time I surely will~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lQwae3-PJQ/SmFvtnirh7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8oJ4k5VxXAE/s1600-h/chickenrappa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lQwae3-PJQ/SmFvtnirh7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/8oJ4k5VxXAE/s320/chickenrappa.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359687861046839218" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;: Friendly staff. Very amicable, them. =') Plus, food is quickly served, with a smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lQwae3-PJQ/SmFxy4pk5sI/AAAAAAAAADo/ltKjuiFcijc/s320/peristaff.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359690150561769154" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The Look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;: A very captivating interior design~! The bricks-as-walls were awesome. I especially loved the bunch of real firewood the place had going. It doesn't help either that I love nature's colors. ='D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0lQwae3-PJQ/SmFycvuCBzI/AAAAAAAAADw/nem9_3_RPw4/s400/firewoodme.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359690869719041842" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;All in all, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;five stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;: For free food is always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Peri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; good~!&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/15396598-2138267739496003219?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/2138267739496003219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=2138267739496003219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/2138267739496003219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/2138267739496003219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/07/peri-peri-charcoal-chicken.html' title='Peri-Peri Charcoal Chicken'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06021024364203088992'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lQwae3-PJQ/SmFtnns1-ZI/AAAAAAAAADA/59XogFVfxmU/s72-c/peri-peri.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-277477175618911569</id><published>2009-04-07T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:09:29.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nag-online sandali..</title><content type='html'>.. para i-fangirl ang:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SELECTA FRUIT SALAD~!! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so background info: Pinaka-ayaw kong ice cream flavor ang fruit salad kasi napaka-uncreative niya. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So ayun, my brother kept on bugging my mum to make handa tonight kasi it's my lola's death anniversary. 4th, I think. But it's too late. May ulam na.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So she opted to make pasama sa 7-Eleven and buy ice cream na lang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So siyempre medyo bitter ako kasi ayaw ko nga ng Fruit Salad. But nooo.. Ansarap niya~!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XDXDXD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Absence makes the tongue grow fonder? LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15396598-277477175618911569?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/277477175618911569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=277477175618911569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/277477175618911569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/277477175618911569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/04/nag-online-sandali.html' title='Nag-online sandali..'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06021024364203088992'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-4926504352023805939</id><published>2009-04-06T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:50:05.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready, steady...</title><content type='html'>SHET I WANT FMA SEASON 2 NOW.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTT-TTT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15396598-4926504352023805939?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/4926504352023805939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=4926504352023805939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/4926504352023805939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/4926504352023805939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/04/ready-steady.html' title='Ready, steady...'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06021024364203088992'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-8381529378902844730</id><published>2009-04-05T05:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T09:10:05.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I think in 100 points of perfection..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;.. my sex appeal is 105 points."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre;"&gt;						&lt;/span&gt;~ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;SHET. If I was drinking something when I read this quote..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eibisi.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SdgDbwoKCDQAAFTwyXw1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.eibisi.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SdgDbwoKCDQAAFTwyXw1/jun.jpg?et=c4Se3EWF4tgYs0AlaK0abQ&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes Jun. Whatever you say... XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*pikchur from yuckie@lj*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15396598-8381529378902844730?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/8381529378902844730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=8381529378902844730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/8381529378902844730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/8381529378902844730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/04/think-in-100-points-of-perfection.html' title='&amp;quot;I think in 100 points of perfection..'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06021024364203088992'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-385357909127103007</id><published>2009-04-03T05:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T09:16:41.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Si Nanba-senpai...</title><content type='html'>.. ay kasal na.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mizushima Hiro&lt;/span&gt; ay kasal na kay &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ayaka&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si Ayaka ay magaling at batang-bata na singer. Kinanta niya ung theme song ng &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zettai Kareshi&lt;/span&gt;, ung "Okaeri."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si Hiro ay 24 taong gulang; 21 naman si Ayaka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bakit andaming nagpapakasal? TT-TT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buntis daw ung babae.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rihito-sama.. Soshi.. Tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd gladly marry too ya know. Pero I don't have anyone to marry as of the moment. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jun&lt;/span&gt;, please wait for me. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Galing ang balita sa mga morning news show sa Japan. Ang iba ay &lt;a href="http://matsubunny.vox.com"&gt;nandito&lt;/a&gt;. Walang subs pero &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kekkon&lt;/span&gt; = marriage*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15396598-385357909127103007?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/385357909127103007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=385357909127103007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/385357909127103007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/385357909127103007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/04/si-nanba-senpai.html' title='Si Nanba-senpai...'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06021024364203088992'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-7975617021297255271</id><published>2009-03-31T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:43:13.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why have I become so weak?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why, do you really need to be strong?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... and so goes the dialogue between Onuki-san and a doctor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So apparently, Japan makes animated films in sync with real humans too. And if they do it, they really do it to the best of their abilities; and cash, of course. XD &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paco and the Magical Picture Book&lt;/span&gt; sure defies surrealism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Watched it because of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tsumabuki Satoshi&lt;/span&gt;. Yes I generally watch stuff because of cute guys. XD He wasn't "cute" in this film though; but I am not complaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know it serves to teach a lesson. In a grand, weird, way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I sent a snail mail this morning; a first after five years or so. I sure felt I was so untrusting of the postal service. Like, now, I fear it wouldn't reach where it's supposed to reach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;More fail is that I failed to sign the letter. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15396598-7975617021297255271?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/7975617021297255271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=7975617021297255271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/7975617021297255271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/7975617021297255271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-have-i-become-so-weak.html' title='Why have I become so weak?'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06021024364203088992'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-6666749410527328827</id><published>2009-03-30T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:32:49.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't get..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-family: 'times new roman';font-size: 16px;line-height: 19px;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px;-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;margin-top: 0px;margin-right: 0px;margin-bottom: 0px;margin-left: 0px;padding-top: 0px;padding-right: 0px;padding-bottom: 0px;padding-left: 0px;outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;someone I don't know sends an e-mail to himself, and it ends up on my e-mail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px;margin-right: 0px;margin-bottom: 0px;margin-left: 0px;padding-top: 0px;padding-right: 0px;padding-bottom: 0px;padding-left: 0px;outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px;margin-right: 0px;margin-bottom: 0px;margin-left: 0px;padding-top: 0px;padding-right: 0px;padding-bottom: 0px;padding-left: 0px;outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Like seriously, is this Yahoo!fail?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px;margin-right: 0px;margin-bottom: 0px;margin-left: 0px;padding-top: 0px;padding-right: 0px;padding-bottom: 0px;padding-left: 0px;outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px;margin-right: 0px;margin-bottom: 0px;margin-left: 0px;padding-top: 0px;padding-right: 0px;padding-bottom: 0px;padding-left: 0px;outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Pero medyo natuwa ako rito kaya I shall post. XD Apparently these lines were sent to Washington Post. Competition of making the sweetest first lines, to be followed by their total opposites...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px;margin-right: 0px;margin-bottom: 0px;margin-left: 0px;padding-top: 0px;padding-right: 0px;padding-bottom: 0px;padding-left: 0px;outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I see your face when I am dreaming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;That's why I always wake up screaming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Kind, intelligent, loving and hot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This describes everything you are not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But I only slept with you because I was pissed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought that I could love no other -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that is until I met your brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and so is your head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I want to feel your sweet embrace; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But don't take that paper bag off your face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I love your smile, your face, and your eyes ....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Damn, I'm good at telling lies! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My love, you take my breath away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What have you stepped in to smell this way? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My feelings for you no words can tell, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Except for maybe "Go to hell." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife: &lt;br style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Marrying you screwed up my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px;margin-right: 0px;margin-bottom: 0px;margin-left: 0px;padding-top: 0px;padding-right: 0px;padding-bottom: 0px;padding-left: 0px;outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;font style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px;margin-right: 0px;margin-bottom: 0px;margin-left: 0px;padding-top: 0px;padding-right: 0px;padding-bottom: 0px;padding-left: 0px;outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;font style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What inspired this amorous rhyme? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font style="outline-style: none;outline-width: initial;outline-color: initial;line-height: 1.22em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Two parts vodka, one part lime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost 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get..'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06021024364203088992'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-7932656717905898933</id><published>2009-03-29T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T13:47:25.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex asks...</title><content type='html'>Alex: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kuya Tony&lt;/span&gt;, mahal mo ba si &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mama Gina&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kuya Tony laughs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex: Mama Gina, ikaw, mahal mo ba si Kuya Tony?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XDXDXD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Buzz&lt;/span&gt;, home edition, ensued.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex: Kuya Tony, mahal mo nga si Mama Gina?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kuya Tony: Gusto mo nang totoong sagot?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there I was, and my brothers and Alex's mum, secretly hoping to eternity that he'd say 'yes...'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kuya Tony: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hindi~!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My father's leaving for America later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made punta sa &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mall of Asia&lt;/span&gt; yesternight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And participated in the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Earth Hour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;unconsciously~!! Yatta. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Astig ung &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Razon's&lt;/span&gt;. Candlelit cheverness nung 8:30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my brother wanted to eat at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ongpin&lt;/span&gt;. Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said I'm sick of it. For the first time. Growth~!! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so we went &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;North Park&lt;/span&gt; hunting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walangya. We made punta pa sa Makati. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And filled ourselves with, yes, Chinese food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's with Chinese food ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then went to&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The Fort&lt;/span&gt;. And I slept sa sasakyan. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You gotta love obnoxious kids like Alex sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, ayun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15396598-7932656717905898933?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/7932656717905898933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=7932656717905898933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/7932656717905898933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/7932656717905898933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/03/alex-asks.html' title='Alex asks...'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06021024364203088992'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-7147857653314334224</id><published>2009-03-25T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T20:31:26.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isa lang naman...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;.. ang pangarap ko sa buhay.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ang maging masaya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pero sadyang hadlang ang pera. O kawalan ko ng pera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Natatawa ako pero gusto kong umiyak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;TTTTT-TTTTT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sa tuwing nakikita ko ang mga pag-a-upload ng mga tao, nadedepress ako. I have never desired for a calendar this much in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hahahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dumagdag pa ang pesteng DVD na 'yan na hindi ko naman mapapanood eh iniyakan ko na ung unang teaser pikchur na nakita ko. Sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pero kasi napakalaking achievement un eh. 70,000 people. 70,000 humans who share the same passion as mine. In a big, special, open space. With fireworks and waters and boys who perform wholeheartedly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hai naku. Next time, don't make me like anything. Ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15396598-7147857653314334224?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/7147857653314334224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=7147857653314334224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/7147857653314334224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/7147857653314334224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/03/isa-lang-naman.html' title='Isa lang naman...'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06021024364203088992'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-1668732238000294368</id><published>2009-03-23T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:26:42.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uso ang 'pag reminisce ng MaSci days~!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;And because I conform once in a while... XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;RULE: Bold everything that applies to you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;First Year section: Badillo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- You went through culture shock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- You expected to be in a bigger campus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- You learned your way around the campus within 3 days&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; (One day lang ata. Hahaha.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- You still feared the higher years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- You spent your free time in the nipa hut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; (Teritoryo ng Wat's 'D Point editors. T-T)&lt;br&gt;- &lt;span style=""&gt;You got to know all your batchmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;- &lt;span style=""&gt;You weren't cutting your classes&lt;/span&gt; yet. (You cannot not cut in ComSci. XD)&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- You ate your lunch at the hallway, at the stairs, anyplace in the campus that was free if the canteen was full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;- &lt;span style=""&gt;You still missed your Grade 6 classmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- You were still nice to your teachers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;- You still cared a great deal about your grades. (On the contrary, I started to not care. Hahaha.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- You started to cheat.&lt;/span&gt; (In homeworks lang~!! Peer pressure. LOL.)&lt;br&gt;- &lt;span style=""&gt;You hadn't cheated&lt;/span&gt; yet.&lt;br&gt;- You cried when you failed in Math. (Constant semi-failure; didn't cry though.)&lt;br&gt;- You became a campus hearthrob.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- You had your first crush in high school.&lt;/span&gt; (Physical check-up pa lang may crush na'ko. Wala ang enrollment. XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Corny jokes were still cool in your opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your skirt was blown up by the wind when it was windy or stormy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You were still scared of coming late to class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Kind of? Hahaha. I rode the taxi everytime I feel I'm going to be late.)&lt;br&gt;- &lt;span style=""&gt;You bought all the reference books your teacher recommended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You had a group of friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Badillo~!! Wooooooot.)&lt;br&gt;- You were still a loner.&lt;br&gt;- You still spent your time with those who had been your classmates in Grade 6.&lt;br&gt;- You raised a chick.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You had to redo your plates for drafting class a lot of times. &lt;/span&gt;(Drafting is my second kind of hell. XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;- You failed in any of your subjects.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You had a subject wherein you sat on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Library period and Music = free time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;- &lt;span style=""&gt;You understood the Micro Ace computer system.&lt;/span&gt; (Siguro? I can't remember. Hahaha. Panalo talaga, mukhang bomba eh~!!)&lt;br&gt;- You were surprised when you learned that your Math class was about algebra.&lt;br&gt;- &lt;span style=""&gt;You bought the sweets your teacher sold during class time.&lt;/span&gt; (Our set of teachers didn't sell sweets. Feeling ko this refers to that other English teacher. Hehehe.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Your mother still fetched you from school.&lt;/span&gt; (At times. Minsan si papa. XD)&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Second Year section: Edison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;- You were put into a section that had a higher rank than your previous section. (May confusion sa rankings eh. Ang sure lang eh ung top 2 sections nitong second year. I think. Batchmates, enlighten me~!!)&lt;br&gt;- &lt;span style=""&gt;You were put into a section that had a lower rank than your previous section.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;- You were put into a section that had the same rank, more or less, as your previous section.&lt;br&gt;- You used liquid eraser to make the background of your ID picture white since ID pictures with colored backgrounds weren't allowed.&lt;br&gt;- You sent text messages during your Biology class. (I dare anyone to text in fron of Ma'am Carte. I dare. XD Can't. Didn't. Nasa super harap ako eh)&lt;br&gt;- You forgot to bring a frog for your Biology class. (We weren't asked to bring frogs. T-T)&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You didn't get to dissect a frog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;- You got to dissect a frog.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The hair of your Biology teacher was white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (She is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Storm&lt;/span&gt;. Wooh~!!)&lt;br&gt;- The hair of your Biology teacher was black. And shiny. (XD)&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You took a nap during your Computer Lab while your teacher was giving a lecture. &lt;/span&gt;(You just cannot follow rules in any of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sir Casba&lt;/span&gt;'s classes. Or any ComSci class for that matter. XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;- &lt;span style=""&gt;You regularly brought the Biology book authored by Campbell to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Biology notes were comprehensive. &lt;/span&gt;(And I am bitter. Ma'am got our notebooks after and wouldn't return it. I drew all those phylum members perfectly~!! TT-TT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You memorized the Krebs cycle. &lt;/span&gt;(Note the past tense. XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;- Your notes in all of your subjects were comprehensive.&lt;br&gt;- You were made to stand continuously for the duration of your Geometry class because you didn't do your homework. (Nope. Ma'am Jarabese was nice. Too nice. LOL.)&lt;br&gt;- You were made to make banderitas by your English teacher for her barangay's fiesta. (I still did not get her in English. Fortunately. Hahaha.)&lt;br&gt;- Romantic feelings developed between you and your seatmate. (Er.. Hehe.)&lt;br&gt;- You were shocked when you learned that you had a Biology class, a Chemistry class and a Physics class. (May Research pa~!! XDXDXD Not shocked. 'di ko lang matanggap. LOL.)&lt;br&gt;- You watched the music show MYX Top 20 when your classroom had a TV and your teacher wasn't around yet.&lt;br&gt;- You butted heads with someone from a higher batch.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- You had friends from a lower batch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;- You enjoyed bullying the lower batch.&lt;br&gt;- Music, Arts, PE and Health (MAPEH) was your favorite subject. (Who would~?! Ah. My luck on teachers kind of stayed in English.)&lt;br&gt;- You enjoyed "Hataw Na!" (Nope. My teacher was blah~!)&lt;br&gt;- You had to sing "Hataw Na!" as you did your exercise routine because the karaoke malfunctioned.&lt;br&gt;- You became "bibbo." (Dati pa~!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Music = free time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;- You saw Ma'am Yumang's slippers. (Aww.. Sino siya?)&lt;br&gt;- For your Entrepreneurship class, you sold chicharon inside your classroom. (Didn't have entrepreneurship. It was drafting. Again~!! XDXDXD)&lt;br&gt;- You flunked an exam in Asian History. (No way din. LOL.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Third Year section: Berzelius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;- &lt;span style=""&gt;You were put into a section that had a higher rank than your previous section.&lt;/span&gt; (Wala na raw rankings by this time eh.)&lt;br&gt;- You were put into a section that had a lower rank than your previous section.&lt;br&gt;- You were put into a section that had the same rank, more or less, as your previous section. &lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- You had become a teenager.&lt;/span&gt; (Yep. Pimples. TT-TT)&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You disliked the fact that your first class started at 7 A.M. and your last class ended at 6 P.M.&lt;/span&gt; (No choice. Yep.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;- &lt;span style=""&gt;You weren't bothered by the fact that your first class started at 7 A.M. and your last class ended at 6 P.M&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;- You cried because your Chemistry exams were so difficult. (Nope. Didn't cry. I think. XD)&lt;br&gt;- Your JS Prom was held at the campus.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your JS Prom was held at a hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;- &lt;span style=""&gt;You were amused by the fact that you didn't use your thick Chemistry book much. (Not amused. Mahal siya eh~!! Hehe.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Your exams in Advanced Biology confused you. &lt;/span&gt;(Kasi, sa isa, we were asked to write a funny joke. Hahahahaha.)&lt;br&gt;- &lt;span style=""&gt;You performed a precipitation reaction for the first time&lt;/span&gt;. (Not sure.)&lt;br&gt;- When you took a nap during class, you used your hair to conceal it from your teacher. (Nope. When I nap, I don't care if someone notices or not. XD)&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You went home late because of your class projects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You went home late because of your Sabayang Pagbigkas practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Your Research subject was Hell. &lt;/span&gt;(Basta, I hate Research~!! XD)&lt;br&gt;- Your Chemistry subject was Hell.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You had a hard time finding a suitable research topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;- You copied your research topic from the graduates you knew.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You had lots of friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;- &lt;span style=""&gt;You were excited about going to the JS Prom. &lt;/span&gt;(Never~!! Hahaha.)&lt;br&gt;- You acted like you were a big shot when lower years were around and Seniors weren't.&lt;br&gt;- &lt;span style=""&gt;You took Journalism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;- You took Accounting.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You took Home Economics. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(Wasn't aware I had choices. XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;- You learned how to connect a circuit.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know who MoKing is.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(Sa sagot lang ni Leslie ko nalaman. Hahahaha. Yep.)&lt;br&gt;- &lt;span style=""&gt;You had the 'walking sleeping pill' as your teacher. (Sino nga ba ito? LOL.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Fourth year: Moseley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;- &lt;span style=""&gt;You took review classes to prepare for college entrance exams not to review but to meet new friends and be able to go out after. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- You were worried about the result you got in the UPCAT/the entrance test of the university you wanted to go to.&lt;/span&gt; (Had been. XD)&lt;br&gt;- You took every college entrance exam you could take. (Nope.)&lt;br&gt;- Reading Les Miserables made you cry. (I liked it though. Much. 'di ko maalala if I cried.) &lt;br&gt;- Your lunch time was 9 A.M. (Maybe earlier? Haha.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You were the ones who bought the stuff you baked in your Home Economics class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;- You always bought snacks just before Ma'am Diaz came into your classroom. (Ma'am Diaz was always there. She had class right before ours. Late kami lagi because of the food. XD)&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- You failed an exam in Analytic Geometry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;- Your Economics teacher took a leave of absence because she got bitten by a dog. (She didn't. She was almost always absent, or late, though. Sayang. Nung nagtino siya ng bahagya, I liked Eco. But I already passed my UPCAT application form. LOL.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You laughed your heart out during Advanced Chemistry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- You know what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;an acidic acid is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;(Yes. I do. Hahaha. Shet.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You treated your handkerchief with cornstarch just so you could make it stand up during CAT.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(My mum had it treated. Pero nung latter days, I lost it. So I made gamit my brothers' kerchiefs. XD)&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You had to run to the place where CAT was held when you were late because tardiness earned you a demerit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;- You became a platoon leader in CAT.&lt;br&gt;- &lt;span style=""&gt;You were excited about going to the JS Prom and the Graduates' Ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You grew to like your classmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You went to a classmate's house to work on a class project. &lt;/span&gt;(Wasn't restricted on projects lang though. Haha. Since persyir pa.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=""&gt;- Your group in Research submitted another group's research paper because you couldn't be bothered to make one.&lt;br&gt;- &lt;span style=""&gt;You didn't take your last Filipino exam seriously because it was the last exam you had to take in high school anyway. (Who takes Filipino seriously? Hahaha. Hindi ata rito ung last exam.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;- You made a plan of your future house's electrical wiring system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;- You brought a canister.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You raised hell during your last day of class. (WOOOOOOOH.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style=""&gt;Choosing what university you would go to was a headache.&lt;/span&gt; (Nope. Walang choice eh. U.P. and others lang. Hahaha. Did take ACET, DLSUCET, and the UST seatwork. XD)&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You developed romantic feelings for a member of your batch.&lt;/span&gt; (Hahaha. Tagal na.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;- You developed romantic feelings for a member of a lower batch. (Crush lang.)&lt;br&gt;- You butted heads with someone from a lower batch.&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- You had lots of friends from the lower batches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;- &lt;span style=""&gt;You liked being a Senior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You miss your high school friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;- You butted heads with a teacher. &lt;br&gt;- You almost didn't graduate.&lt;br&gt;- You almost had your diploma taken back from you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You came to school the day after you graduated. &lt;/span&gt;(May klase pa eh. At requirements. XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Over-all:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You've played card games inside the classroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- You've played volleyball &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; the classroom.&lt;/span&gt; (Kunwaring voleyball. Haha. Badminton, we did~!!)&lt;br&gt;- &lt;span style=""&gt;You were given planners that you never used.&lt;/span&gt; (I kind of used it as patungan. Hahaha.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- You've thrown clay at the ceiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You preferred going to the CR near the Juniors' classrooms when you were a Senior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(Renovated eh. Pink pa~!! XDXDXD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- The canteen staff knew who you were.&lt;/span&gt; (Hindi lahat. And hindi rin by name. XD)&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know who "Ate retail" is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;- You had a boyfriend/girlfriend during high school.&lt;br&gt;- Sometimes you asked someone you didn't know if you could sip from his/her drink and/or eat a portion of his/her food.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You ask others to treat you to something. &lt;/span&gt;(Uso eh. Haha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You've asked for loose change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You've asked your seatmate for an extra sheet of paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (ALL THE TIME. LOL.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You've given your seatmate an extra sheet of paper.&lt;/span&gt; ('pag meron)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;- &lt;span style=""&gt;It's been a week and you still don't have your own paper. (I always have new ones sa start of classes. And then they disappear after a week. XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's been a week and your seatmate still doesn't have his own paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You still had class even when there was a brownout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;- You went out of your normal routine just so you could avoid the teacher that inspected haircuts.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You've copied someone else's homework.&lt;/span&gt; (Chem. Hahaha. Na-miss ko tuloy bigla si &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nia&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You've let others copy my homework. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(Give and take.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You've forged signatures. &lt;/span&gt;(Not for serious matters. Pang-asar lang.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;- You've used a (forbidden) cheat card while taking an exam.&lt;br&gt;- You've written formulas on your calculator.&lt;br&gt;- You've written a formula on your desk.&lt;br&gt;- You've written a formula on the wall.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You were present during that time when there was a storm and classes were suspended 30 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;minutes before dismissal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You eagerly anticipated those days when you had a half day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;- &lt;span style=""&gt;You know when your free days are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;- You've memorized when the feast days of the saints are.&lt;br&gt;- &lt;span style=""&gt;You've memorized when the other holidays are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You've sent text messages during your class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Once, a cellphone rang during your class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know the "Batis ng Diwa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;br&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know the "Awit ng Maynila."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; (Hahaha. Naihabol pa.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style=""&gt;You know that the first line of the school hymn is "Batis ng diwaNG ginto't dalisay."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You joined the choir. &lt;/span&gt;(For "No Importa La Distancia" lang nung graduation.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;- You declared that your religion wasn't Roman Catholic just so you could avoid having to squat at the quadrangle when the first Friday Mass was held.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- You've played patintero in front of the H.A. Bordner building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- When you first encountered the name of the H.A. Bordner building, you read it as HABORDNER. &lt;/span&gt;(And anyone who didn't is a stuck-up know-it-all. XD)&lt;br&gt;- &lt;span style=""&gt;You've used a classroom outlet to charge your cellphone and/or your iPod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You've asked what your homework was through YM or your cellphone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You were asked what your homework was, and you didn't know what it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You asked your classmates if your homework was difficult, and if you learned that it wasn't you'd just cram it on the following day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your classroom was practically your home. &lt;/span&gt;(From persyir to third year, oo. They've gone strict nung fourth year eh. Grr.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Your teacher caught you not wearing your ID.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;- You don't sing the Lupang Hinirang.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- You skipped class just because you wanted to. (Like twice lang or so sa four years of high school. I am a good student. XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your class won the Sabayang Pagbigkas. &lt;/span&gt;(Not first place. Pero keri lang. Second nung third year. Third nung fourth year?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Your class won the Choric Interpretation contest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;- &lt;span style=""&gt;Your class won in Carolfest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;- &lt;span style=""&gt;You fell asleep while taking the NCAE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You fell asleep while taking an exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;- &lt;span style=""&gt;You came to school on Saturdays&lt;/span&gt; and even on Sundays.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- You've cut your last subject to get home early. &lt;/span&gt;(Once?)&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You've asked for an extra sheet of paper from your seatmate even if your teacher had forbidden it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;- You cheated on the running exercises you had in PE class.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Going to school late and taking care of the garden became part of your regular routine.&lt;/span&gt; (Scratch the garden part. By then, hindi na siya mukhang garden. Puro guidance na for latecomers like me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;- You represented the school in the city-wide athletic competitions.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Your class gave its all for the Sabayang Pagbigkas and Carolfest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You usually held your practices at Paco Park. &lt;/span&gt;(And inside the campus as well.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- You've held practices on weekends even if it was forbidden to do so. &lt;/span&gt;(Wasn't forbidden! I think.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you had to change your clothes, you did it inside the classroom. &lt;/span&gt;('pag tinatamad.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Chemistry teacher wowed you at least once.&lt;/span&gt; (Because anyone who likes Chem, I hold in high regard. XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your class impersonated your teachers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Watching a fight between guys from your batch was amusing.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; (Between guys and gals din~!! XD Puppet~!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- A shuttle service brought you to school and brought you back home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- You regret not having a school field trip. &lt;/span&gt;(Kind of. But wasn't really a loss. MaSci's the best~!!)&lt;br&gt;- The Filipino department was the coolest department.&lt;br&gt;- Reading Florante at Laura was Hell. Also, reading the Noli me Tangere and El Filibusterismo was Hell.&lt;br&gt;- &lt;span style=""&gt;There was always lots of food during the class Christmas party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Trigonometry teacher got to your nerves at least once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You've gone to the library because of your teacher in Values Education.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;- &lt;span style=""&gt;You slept during Economics. (All eyes and ears ako sa Eco eh. XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You did your homework either just before coming to class or during your 5-minute breaks.&lt;/span&gt; (Not all. Math lang at Chem madalas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Passing Physics was only a dream for you. &lt;/span&gt;(A dream that came true. Hahaha. Mahabagin si Sir Bautista eh. Nung fourth year. Nevermind my getting 95 nung third year. XD)&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You've planted a tree for your Biology class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; (A plant lang ata.)&lt;br&gt;- &lt;span style=""&gt;You've played DOTA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A gay beat you in a game of DOTA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There were only 4 universities in the Philippines you wanted to enter: UP, Ateneo, La Salle and UST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(I wanted to enter Oxford eh. Hahaha. Yep. Sort of?)&lt;br&gt;- UP was your second choice even if it was harder to get into UP than to get into other universities.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know when to use "ng" and when to use "nang" as well as when to use "rito" and when to use "dito."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;- Your classmates introduced you to cigarettes and alcohol. (Nope. Not really. Haha.)&lt;br&gt;- You were carried by someone you don't know because it was flooded.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You enjoyed it when classes were cancelled. &lt;/span&gt;(Madalas..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;.. and because, like everybody else,  I miss that little school onPadre Faura cor. Taft Avenue area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Excellence forever~!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15396598-1668732238000294368?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/1668732238000294368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=1668732238000294368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/1668732238000294368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/1668732238000294368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/03/uso-ang-reminisce-ng-masci-days.html' title='Uso ang &amp;#39;pag reminisce ng MaSci days~!!'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06021024364203088992'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-7326293594453316850</id><published>2009-03-22T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:14:19.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bakit ako nagchehechever dito?</title><content type='html'>Potek. Dalawang linggo na lang, ano ba.. Grr.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naalala ko lang ung napanood ko kanina. Tungkol sa isang medical student at sa kanyang amang manggagamot. Tungkol sa isang manunulat at sa kanyang kabiyak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talagang ang hindi pagsasalita ay pagsasalita rin. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTT-TTT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa pagkakaibigan na matatapos na bukas ng gabi..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/beer.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mukhang may pangatlo na sa listahan ng mga dramang kinaiibigan ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pag-ibig. Paghihiganti. Kamatayan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pa'no na kaya sa pang-apat? XDXDXD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha. May common factor pala 'tong tatlo. Hahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15396598-7326293594453316850?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/7326293594453316850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=7326293594453316850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/7326293594453316850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/7326293594453316850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/03/bakit-ako-nagchehechever-dito.html' title='Bakit ako nagchehechever dito?'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06021024364203088992'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-7333597240546624496</id><published>2009-03-22T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T20:43:05.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whaddyaknow, Oguri Shun...</title><content type='html'>... would &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smile &lt;/span&gt;with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jun&lt;/span&gt; once more.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/thumbs_up.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My display image in YM was foreshadowing~!! Hahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;April 17 can't get any nearer. And so we wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Why do I get all &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban&lt;/span&gt; with that last sentence? LOL.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15396598-7333597240546624496?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/7333597240546624496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=7333597240546624496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/7333597240546624496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/7333597240546624496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/03/whaddyaknow-oguri-shun.html' title='Whaddyaknow, Oguri Shun...'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06021024364203088992'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-368295952547002315</id><published>2009-03-21T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T16:37:57.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The pains...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;.. of being born a female take toll.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mum's still in Mindanao; but apparently would be back this coming Wednesday. The house is literally a mess. We fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dad's leaving for America on the 29th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lastly, the rest of the world still suffers from recession whilst a stupid boyband, and their lovely staff, build boats out of gigantic Lego pieces to ride on for kilometers on end, to be shown on Japanese primetime television.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But really, why do I love those stupid people?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yet, why am I not concentrating on acads? I still have requirements: PaperSSSSS, examSS, reports, make-up cheverness to accomplish for ALL of my subjects~!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Two weeks more. Just two weeks more~!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;TTT-TTT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15396598-368295952547002315?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/368295952547002315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=368295952547002315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/368295952547002315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/368295952547002315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/03/pains.html' title='The pains...'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06021024364203088992'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-7958042409651066351</id><published>2009-03-19T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T19:52:50.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper(s) Break</title><content type='html'>Here I am struggling for ideas to put on all four papers for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MuL 13&lt;/span&gt; due tomorrow..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..and Wikipedia-ing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jerry Yan&lt;/span&gt; again, after so many years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, so old. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I really was in love with him. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I even wished that my dad still worked in Taiwan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Me and my obsessing self. Tsk.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder when I'd get tired of it all? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/clock.png"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is the difference between 'wind' and 'air?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The former blows on its own accord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The latter exists to be breathed by you and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is their a difference between 'fate' and 'destiny?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The latter is self-determined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The former is imposed by external factors and or beings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not have a fate. I have a destiny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Japan&lt;/span&gt;, just you wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Words are powerful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15396598-7958042409651066351?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/7958042409651066351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=7958042409651066351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/7958042409651066351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/7958042409651066351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/03/papers-break.html' title='Paper(s) Break'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06021024364203088992'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-9129657579671030549</id><published>2009-03-16T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:16:09.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Paulo Coelho rocks my socks.</title><content type='html'>In my attempt to cram &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Alchemist&lt;/span&gt; in my brain for tomorrow's quiz in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eng 12&lt;/span&gt;, I fought my being against e-books and went on a search.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank God I had. I've just read the most helpful introduction to a book ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coelho&lt;/span&gt; says there are four factors that hinder us humans from reaching our goal:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are told from childhood that having such and such dreams are impossible.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love - fear of giving up everything, and everyone, to follow that dream. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Defeats - that when we get over our giving up people's expectations in us, we concern ourselves with committing mistakes. That everything we gave up for was useless.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Upon a couple more steps onto reaching that goal, we hesitate. We feel guilt, looking around to those who failed in their journeys, and thinking that what we've done so far doesn't make us deserving of what we want (even though we worked our asses off for it).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for his final paragraph, I shall type it here as a whole:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre;"&gt;		&lt;/span&gt;This (referring to the fourth) is the most dangerous of the obstacles because it has &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;a kind of saintly aura &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;about it: renouncing joy and conquest. But if you believe yourself &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;worthy of the thing you fought so hard to get, then you become an instrument of God, &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;you help the Soul of the World, and you understand why you are here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre;"&gt;									&lt;/span&gt;        ~ Coelho, as translated by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Costa, M.J.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I deserve every failure, and every accomplishment I've gotten until now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/shade.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My final words?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;WALANGYA KA KUNG SINO KA MANG PINAHIRAM KO NG LIBRO KONG 'THE ALCHEMIST.' IBALIK MO NA SIYA PLEASE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm serious. TT-TT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15396598-9129657579671030549?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/9129657579671030549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=9129657579671030549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/9129657579671030549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/9129657579671030549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-paulo-coelho-rocks-my-socks.html' title='Why Paulo Coelho rocks my socks.'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06021024364203088992'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-4374187366326331091</id><published>2009-03-15T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T20:08:11.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What enables the mud...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... to make lotus flowers bloom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hahaha. So naaawa naman ako sa character ni &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Korean Akira&lt;/span&gt; sa &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Korean HYD&lt;/span&gt;. XD Grabe, sisingitan na nga lang siya ng emo moment, hindi pa tinuluy-tuloy. What was that, a mear five minutes?! So sad.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At feeling ko tuloy my hidden desire siya kay &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kim Bum&lt;/span&gt;. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, who doesn't? LOL. In my case though, hindi siya hidden. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunken Garden~!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha. Reminds me of the long paper we have to write on it, relating to the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Tragedy of the Commons&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anthro 132&lt;/span&gt;. Nakow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes, positive views hurt, 'ya know. XDXDXD Lalo na 'pag medyo wala na talagang pag-asa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyhoos, ansaya mag-karaoke without a karaoke machine sa Sunken. Shet talaga. Hahaha. Tapos &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SM Marikina&lt;/span&gt; after~!! Circle-themed siya, mahusay~!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Grabe, perstaym kong maging pulubi ng tuluyan. 'pag uwi ko, tumataginting na sampumpiso na lang laman ng wallet ko. Kundi pa kami biniyayaan ng quasi-free foodz, 'di ko na alam kung saan ako pupulutin. Doumo salamat very much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/shade.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Things fail when you need them the most. Sandals, LRT-2, ano ba? Hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What are overpasses for? TT-TT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I decided to be a lotus. I swear I'm over with feeling disheartened on people who don't appreciate my cuteness. Or those pretending to. It is their loss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What I can do, I would. What I can't, I won't. This has always been the case anyhows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I shall rant. But I shall never be fazed, ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then again, I'm known to eat my words like how I'm doing with star apples nowadays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Star apples, I &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png"&gt; you~!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So then, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sho&lt;/span&gt; too has a drama. And I have field school this summer. *cries*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15396598-4374187366326331091?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/4374187366326331091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=4374187366326331091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/4374187366326331091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/4374187366326331091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-enables-mud.html' title='What enables the mud...'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06021024364203088992'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15396598.post-8416304545063743218</id><published>2009-03-10T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T19:20:10.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behold Bito...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tenjostyle&lt;/span&gt;@lj:&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://img23.imageshack.us/img23/749/jundramasmile.jpg" style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What I did upon seeing this a few minutes ago?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jaw dropped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am a mean &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jun&lt;/span&gt; fan. XD I am a mean Filipino. XDXDXD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15396598-8416304545063743218?l=juniorabychu.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/feeds/8416304545063743218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15396598&amp;postID=8416304545063743218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/8416304545063743218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15396598/posts/default/8416304545063743218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juniorabychu.blogspot.com/2009/03/behold-bito.html' title='Behold Bito...'/><author><name>AbyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06613619149964348820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06021024364203088992'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>